#dex waiting for them to get off at the end of the night and they all curl up into bed together bc sometimes you’re tired and just need

[trollbreak]

Throws myself on the floor thinking abt sweets getting soso excited to see cattra coming by btw

[frostbitebakery]

If I may request for gooey wan:

After reading the snippet about Rex' reaction, I'm just curious how different groups of people react to the craziness of Obi-Wan's powers and how unfazed the 212th is.

How does his powers act when they're on shore leave and he and Cody go to Dex's for lunch.

Anyway keep up the amazing writing, can't wait for the next part of the loud!au it's so good ❤️

“Come out, come out, wherever you are,” a child-like voice sings and Fives tries to become one with the wall immediately.

“You cannot run! You cannot hide!” The following giggling turns up the goosebumps on his arms to the max, and he indulges in a shiver.

“I hate horror holos,” he whispers to himself before switching on internal comms. “Weren’t we supposed to be inconspicuous about this?”

“Change of plans,” Rex tells him from somewhere on the northern side of the command center. “He’s stopping them from calling reinforcements.”

The child-voice suddenly shrieks in glee and Fives’ goosebumps reach new heights. “Found you!”

“Squad Esk, change position to point 5-7-Krenth,” Commander Cody orders over comms, and, naturally, they haul ass.

Squatting down on the gangway opens up quite the view in the bubble of disturbing silence that apparently surrounds General Kenobi when he does his thing.

It’s a void of nothingness. Not actually harmful to living beings, though the sparking droids let Fives theorize that some electronics don’t have much to buffer against whatever the General… exudes. Pardon his Coruscanti.

The enemy commander scrambles against the wall, trying to get away from Kenobi who’s standing still in front of them. The black smoke is thick, covering the entire floor and crawling up the corners nearby.

The enemy is caught up in the General’s look, the Galaxy black holes that are rumored to hide behind the pleasant smile.

Fives clicks his knee guard against the gangway just to break the suffocating silence but no sound rises up.

The enemy collapses to their knees and Kenobi steps back. Not physically but his sheer presence seems to decrease in intensity. Fives clicks his kneeguard again and this time, the sound is allowed to reach his ears.

“Cody,” Kenobi says quietly, “the hostages are about to be transported off planet. I don’t know from which port.”

“On it,” Commander Cody answers and immediately barks orders over comms to shut down all spaceports.

“Do you surrender,” Kenobi asks, still quiet. Tired.

Fives feels his brow furrow involuntarily.

“Yes,” the enemy replies, pale and shaking under the General’s gaze. “Please…”

And that’s how Fives’ first joint mission ends. Not with a bang but goosebumps that fail to disappear for a few good hours afterwards.

.

“It’s been rough for him,” Cody admits, absently swirling the straw through the milkshake Dex put in front of him the moment he fell into a seat at the counter like all his strings had been cut. “He’s overcompensating for the time he hid from me— us who he is.”

Dex mulls over that for a moment. Long enough the Commander glances up at him. “He’s a dumbass,” he settles on, the diplomatic route. “Always has been.”

Cody snorts, takes a sip. “I talked to him, of course,” he says, flaps his hand before scratching at the prominent scar on his forehead. “He competently ignored me to the point I benched him.” Cody shakes his head, wide eyes on the milkshake. “That was incredibly stressful.”

The diner is empty at this time of night. Quiet and reserved for all types of encounters; from distressed clone commanders to their smokey nightmare Jedi.

Dex studies Cody for a moment, weighing the possibilities what a man like that could need the most at the moment. “Grab the mop. We’re cleaning the kitchen.”

.

“—and then he looks at you with those big eyes and you’re supposed to say no? How?” Cody hauls the bucket out of the sink, black sleeves rolled up to his elbows. “While he tells you once again about boundaries and all the important aspects of choice, and due diligence of command.”

“That sounds like a you problem,” Dex says drily, scrubbing at a medium stubborn stain on the durasteel work counter.

“I am aware, thanks,” Cody sneers and Dex hides his laugh in the spritz of grease remover. “I want to be unaware of that but that stage has passed right to anger.” He wrings out the mop with what Dex would describe as thirst for vengeance. “Maybe I can un-love him,” he murmurs to himself like on the verge of epiphany. “What stage is that?”

“Bargaining,” Dex replies, crosses two of his arms while another still scrubs at the stain. “Those are the five stages of grief by the way. You’re falling in love.”

“Isn’t that the same in the end?” Cody mutters which is certainly food for thought.

“The first time I met Obi-Wan,” Dex starts and the Commander’s incredible attention is focused on him like a laser. It’s intimidating even for someone like Dex. “He got stuck in the darkness in the back alley.”

“Sounds just like him.”

It had been right out of a horror holo.

:

The alley behind the diner had always been a quiet place on Coruscant.

Dex let the trash bag fall into the dumpster but no sound came forward.

It had never been this quiet and dark.

He tapped on the ground with a foot. Nothing. Flicked his fingers against a drainpipe.

Nothing.

“I’m sorry,” a young voice said from the dark, right behind his shoulder, and Dex jumped. “I don’t know how to stop it.”

He spun around, squinted into the unnatural dark.

A soft sniffle from above and he looked up and into blue glowing eyes. “I’m sorry.”

.

Smoke rushed past him, howling and shrieking in the distance. Two of his hands were clamped around a small waist while the child and he tried their best to separate smoke from the darkness.

“I really am trying to corporeal my sense of self,” the child defended himself and Dex could only imagine the kinds of accusations thrown his way.

“Don’t worry about.” They’d been trying to untangle the child from the side of the building for close to twenty minutes with no progress at all. “You’re like a sticky womp rat,” he muttered.

“Excuse me?”

The offense taken was a bit too hilarious. Dex grinned up at the kid. “You don’t know what a sticky womp rat is? The slime toy? You throw it to the ceiling and it sticks.”

“A slime—!”

And just like that they both fell to the ground. Dex’s back would never forgive him.

.

“I trapped someone in their nightmares,” the young Jedi confessed, shoulders hunched up.

“Did you do it on purpose?” Dex asked, whisking hot milk into the custard.

“At first,” was the murmured reply, and Dex was surprised. The child didn’t seem the type. “I was so angry with Bruck.”

“You let them go?”

“As soon as I could.”

Dex turned around, watched Obi-Wan wipe at his eyes with the smoky sleeves. “Which wasn’t fast enough, I’m guessing,” he said, placed with custard bowl in front of the child.

“There’s no one like me at the Order,” Obi-Wan whispered. “I want to help, not be the cause for pain.”

:

“He took it to the extreme,” Dex says, remembers the instances too close in time where Obi-Wan visited him, looking more and more human and less and less like himself. “He put his nature into a box and forgot about it.”

“His compartmentalization is top tier,” Cody murmurs, close to awe.

Dex facepalms. “Not the point.”

Cody takes another dozen plates to the designated cupboard. “After the incident,” and Dex can hear the suppressed capitalization of the word, “he was like a newborn. Stumbling and helpless.”

“Must’ve been a nightmare.” He remembers the chill, the feeling of being hunted.

“No one slept a wink the first week,” Cody laughs, sobers. “It was like the ship was haunted by ourselves. He apologized so much. Wasn’t easy.”

Dex can only imagine.

Cody looks up, makes sure of the eye contact, and Dex doesn’t do him the disservice of looking away. “He had helped us so much. So we stepped up and helped him.”

Obi-Wan is one unlucky son of a blaster but he earns the loyalty given to him.

.

“Thank you, Dex,” Obi-Wan said, eyes glowing blue. Small claws clinked against the empty bowl.

Dex nodded, ruffled ginger hair. “Anytime, young Jedi. Your ride is here.”

I know, was whispered into his ear and he shivered.

Obi-Wan blushed. “Sorry.” Hopped down from the seat and into the care of the Jedi, visibly sagging with relief, coming through the diner door.

There was a small black blob on the floor. Dex wiped it away without second thought.

Cold, cold, alone. Strangling suffocating he knows—

“I know what you did and your victims will be more forgiving that I am.”

Cold. He runs. Runs runs runs—

.

“You two should come in together next time,” Dex suggests, shakes off the memory.

Cody smiles at him.

:

“I am the hungry.” Obi-Wan’s eyes rush into black. He takes a step forward, flickers. “I am the anyone. I am the everywhere.” The void spreads, consumes. “I hunt your nightmares until I become them.”

“See,” a voice whispers into Cody’s head, “deep down, deep down, they’re all like that.”

Cody nods, stands up straight. “Blast him.”

The 212th turns as one, fires. Fires and fires until the smoke screams.

“Good soldier,” the voice says.

Cody wakes.

.

The next day ARC trooper Fives is declared a traitor.

[cricketnationrise]

oh my gosh the fest is getting so fancy!! congrats on 500, babe you deserve it SO MUCH!!

7:32 pm

Faber Rink (with this and the time i was thinking during a game but do whatever works in your perfect brain!)

Dex and/or Nursey

OK Go - another set of issues; specifically "So keep your head down / Keep your hands where I can see them now / This'll all be over soon"

T or M

🤍🤍🤍

HELLO DARLING

now that i'm back from hawaii and through a tough week of work catch-up, i finally had time to write whats been swirling around in my brain since i got your prompt. did i nail the vibes of the song? possibly not, but this is where my brain went, so i hope you like it anyway 💜🦗

want your own ficlet? followers can request their own prompt using these guidelines through Jan 31, 2024 (5 more days!) I WILL write every one, promise.

7:32pm, faber

“Dex.” The sound of his name jerks him out of his memories of last night.

“What?”

“It’s time, dude,” Nursey says, holding his fist out for their customary pre-game elaborate handshake. As always, he’s infuriatingly chill. Or chill-looking, which is more than Dex has ever managed on a normal day, let alone right before a playoff game the day after he hooked up with one of his best friends.

“You sure we should be doing this?” Dex pants as Nursey mouths down his neck.

“So sure. Now shut up.”

Dex smirks. “Make me, Nursey.”

Nursey ceases his assault on Dex’s neck long enough to smirk back at him before he pulls Dex in by the back of his neck for a furious kiss.

Under the half-burned out fluorescent lights of the tunnel, no one is beautiful. Like, objectively. But Nursey — glorious, stunning, radiant Nursey — manages to defy the odds. And he still has his gloved fist held out, waiting for Dex to do something, anything; anxiety starting to creep in at the edge of his green eyes.

And nope. As awkward as it may be right now, Dex cannot stand being the cause of such a thing. Not after they’ve both worked so hard to come out the other side of their fights to be friends.

He forces a smile on his face and meets Nursey’s glove with his own.

Dex shivers with every scrape of Nursey’s stubble on his chest. He’s flying high right now, every place he and Nursey are skin to skin feels like there’s a current running through them.

“Mm, Nursey more, please…”

“Comin’ right up,” Nursey winks before biting down just above Dex’s abs. The sharp sting of pain only amplifies all the pleasure coursing through his body. He doesn’t even care if Nursey leaves a bruise — he kind of wants him to, actually.

“Ready to smash it out there tonight?” Dex asks, forcing his voice to remain steady, to project Captain Dex as hard as he can. If he thinks about last night for too long, he’ll probably forget how to skate.

“You know it, Poindoodle,” Nursey says. They step through their handshake, as in sync now as they are on the ice, as they were last night — no, not now. Dex focuses on the movements, the routine that the two of them have built together over four years.

“Fuck, Will—” Nursey’s words are cut off with a groan as Dex swallows around him, tasting Nursey’s release on the back of his tongue. He thinks the jolt of smug satisfaction that goes down his spine is justified. 

After all, no one but Dex reduced Nursey to just moans and curses and his fucking name.

The handshake ends, as it always does, with pulling each other close for a totally-platonic-not-at-all-wishing-to-be-real back-slapping hug. As it always does, the hug lingers. On both of their parts. Dex wishes he had words for once, but they’ve never been his thing.

Nursey has no such hang ups, and whispers in Dex’s ear instead of pulling back.

“We’re gonna win this game tonight, and then we’re gonna celebrate at the Haus with our teammates. And then we’ll keep celebrating in your room, just the two of us. If you want to?”

Dex pulls back just far enough to meet Nursey’s gaze.

“Derek— please, so close—”

“Easy, I got your back, just let go,” Nursey murmurs before reapplying his mouth to Dex’s cock.

Dex shudders as Nursey swirls his tongue around the head and falls headlong over the edge with a shout.

“I do want.”

“Well then, lets go fuck Harvard up, shall we?” Nursey’s eyes are sparkling, brighter than the stars Dex sees out in the forests of Maine.

Dex knows they still have a lot to talk about, but at this moment he just knows they’re on the same page. He grins, wider than he usually lets himself.

“After you.”

[commanderfoxdeservesbetter]

Fox being homeless AU is on my mind

The war ended and he was relieved of his job and maybe he was given some credits to start his life but everyone knew of the Commander Fox and so no one would hire him for any jobs

He struggles to make a living, maybe not even enough for rent, that he has to find places to sleep at

Maybe paying enough to afford a membership at a gym and he stays there to shower and maybe if he’s lucky, overnight to sleep

Or crashing on vod’s couches when they hang out, not too much to arise suspicion but enough times to get a nice couch to lay on instead of the ground

He stays late in bars when out with the boys, only getting water because how often can he stay somewhere alone and just get water?

He scavenges for food in the dumpsters or trash cans, at first only at night because he was embarrassed and then slowly scavenging in the day time because all the good food is taken by night fall or he can’t see or it’s not enough or it’s covered in ants

He has a bag - small, almost like a backpack - that he carries with him everywhere that holds his necessities. Toothbrush, toothpaste, shampoo, a tiny towel, medicine, his ID, credits when he has some, and his comm

He never stays at one place too long, always changing, sometimes not even going to sleep some nights

He has canned food in his bag along with plastic silverware, available to eat a can a day

Maybe when going out with his batch or the other Corries who are doing good in life, they don’t know what he goes through, they don’t notice how much more tired he is or how thin he’s become

After all, he’s not plague by Darth Sidious anymore and it’s easier for Fox to fake a smile and pretend when his very soul isn’t being sucked out anymore

So he smiles and he laughs and he does care about the Corries and his batch and the other CCs and how they’re doing so it’s not like he’s pretending all the time

Maybe not drinking most nights when out with the excuse that drinking makes him remember the bad and it’s not as fun as it used to be and they respect his decision

Maybe poke fun at how much water he drinks - when the boys are out dancing, he’ll pour water into his water bottle or a traveling cup, something to take with him after the night

He eats what the Vod won’t finish, always waiting for the leftovers that they don’t want and won’t take home after they’ve paid because it’s the only food he’ll get that’s not canned food

None of the Vod’e notice how little he contributes with what’s going on with his life, not when Fox is so good at asking questions and getting them to talk

He truly is happy for them so even when Jedi get invited, they don’t notice anything off

They don’t notice when it’s all time for them to head out to their own places that he never takes up on one of the vod’s offer to be driven home or that sometimes he’ll take the offer of a couch to crash on most times it’s offered even if he doesn’t drink

It’s truly, to them, baffling and almost disbelieving to learn one day that Fox is homeless and has been for the past year or so

He’s so good at keeping it hidden, making sure to never be near them during day time, sticking to the libraries to catch up on reading or the gym to take showers - sometimes staying there when it’s raining really hard

If he has the credits, he’ll even stay at fast food restaurants, eating the cheapest thing with a water and staying there for hours and hours on end

Fox applies for jobs every day, from digital applications to going in person, and each time they realize it’s the Commander Fox, he never gets chosen for the next step

Sometimes it’s obvious why they don’t choose him. Other times they’ll be nice and lie and say it’s for another reason

He eats only one can a day and during the cold months, when credits are super hard to get by, it might be one can every couple of days

Dex is nice and will sometimes have him sit and order food, saying it’s on the house, even says Fox can come there anytime or if he wants a job, Dex will find a position

Fox will only go there when his situation turns dire like no food or no place to stay. He worked there for a time but even he noticed when customers refused to talk to him all because of his name. He refused to take Dex down with him and quit, lied about having found another job despite Fox knowing Dex knows it’s a lie

[literaturewithliz]

uhh idk if u ship this, but there's been a vague uptick in people liking keefex, so keefex for number 4?

Please bear in mind that this is literally the first fic I’ve ever written, so I’m open to constructive criticism!

Keefe sighed, staring at his alarm clock waiting for it to go off. Due to nightmares about Mother Dearest, he had woken up at the ungodly hour of 3:16 AM. And he had been awake since then, drawing various versions of periwinkle blue eyes that he could never seem to get out of his head. Eventually, the multiple hand cramps he’d gotten made him give up. So here he was, lying in bed a 3:55 AM, waiting until the clock said it was go-time.

Okay, maybe he was sulking a bit, too.

However, he told himself to stop feeling sorry for himself, and instead focus on the prank that would make the Great Gulon Incident look amateur. There really was nothing to focus on now, however, as it had been planned weeks in advance. All that he really had to worry about now was putting on black clothes, getting his end of the supplies packed up, and getting to Foxfire. “Screw this”, he muttered to himself. He turned off the alarm clock so his dad wouldn’t wake up when it DID eventually go off, dressed in all black, threw a backpack over his shoulder, and leaped to Foxfire. Dex wouldn’t mind if he was a little early, right?

When the glitter from the leap faded, Keefe saw the colorful pyramid that was Foxfire Academy. He pulled his backpack off of his shoulders and dug around for the keys that would open the back doors. Finally finding them, he started his trek to the back of the school, looking for any devices that might see him. He knew he didn’t have to look out for anything, however, because Dex had his back. Before he went to sleep, he programmed all motion-sensory devices to see the Foxfire grounds untouched like they were every night. Maybe Keefe was just so used to doing things like this by himself without amazingly talented and cute Technopaths.

He entered the key into the keyhole and just as he was about to open the door-

“BOO!” A familiar voice said exclaimed, Keefe sprang away from the door and screeched a sound that sounded like how a murcat might scream if they had voices. When he regained something close to composure, his vision was met with Dex Dizznee, his boyfriend, trying to keep himself upright from the laughter.

“Traitor!” Keefe insisted, trying to get his usual swagger back. “If this is betrayal, I’ll never stop doing it, that was the best thing I’ve EVER seen!” Dex countered through giggles. Keefe rolled his eyes, pretending to be annoyed instead of obsessed with Dex’s laugh. He knew he didn’t have to pretend, as it was just the two of them, but old habits die hard.

Then Keefe got an idea. And his ideas were always the best, right?

When Dex finally quit giggling, Keefe pounced on him and smashed their lips together. Dex made a startled noise in the back of his throat, but then started giggling while sinking into the kiss. Eventually, Keefe started laughing right along with him. Dex’s laughter was infectious. Keefe pulled away eventually, deciding his revenge tactic was unsuccessful.

“Why is my revenge so funny to you?” Keefe asked, in a fake accusatory voice. “Oh nothing, I was just thinking about that talk you gave to me yesterday about not getting distracted during the prank.” Dex said through giggles. Well, he had Keefe there. “Yeah, yeah, let’s go in and get started before all of the Lost Cities hears you.” Keefe bantered. “If that screech of yours hasn’t already woken everybody up.” Dex muttered, but Keefe heard. Keefe didn’t mind. He knew he’d do anything to get Dex to laugh like that again. However, Keefe and Dex were on a mission to make the most unforgettable prank ever. So maybe he wouldn’t have to wait so long for Dex to laugh again, as when the staff and prodigies came, they would get quite the show.

[jtl-fics]

Watching Ash’s journey end on Pokemon has me remembering a quasi-SI fic that I was talking about with a friend for AGES.

It was one where the MC ends up in the body of the female protagonist of the Black / White pokemon games like 2 days before they’re set to get their pokemon. At FIRST they’re like “Oh wow this is great! I finally get to live the dream of being 10 and having UNLIMITED power via my legion of SWORN FRIENDS. I can’t wait to live in a Pokemon world! I love it-”

Then her mom services her a Miltank steak and suddenly she has a whole ETHICAL crisis. Like POKEMON ARE NOT FOOD THEY’RE SENTIENT WE CAN’T EAT THEM OH GOD. Like it’s just been hand waved away in the canon of the show / games but there are plenty of dex entries about how delicious certain pokemon are.

So she’s like “I am now a militant vegetarian.” and picks Tepig because well...he’s a pig he can sniff out truffles right? That’ll be useful for living a vegetarian life from now on. There is a lot of “Oh god, am I becoming PETA?” and “I’ve become what I most feared in my previous life, a Militant vegetarian” sort of comments all the time.

She considers becoming okay with it and then sees adverts for a ‘Togepi omelette’ and is just like BRB going to go cry in the woods for the next 6-8 hours.

While she’s in the woods she runs into N and the entire plotline of the B/W games gets thrown off because she’s just like “Hey, do you wanna help me find delicious non-pokemon alternatives for food?” and N is so immediately on board with that that he’s already forgotten that Team Plasma exists.

The thing is MC is so fucking weird. She has no idea about the actual customs / cultures of Unova and she seemingly changed OVER NIGHT but N has no fucking idea about that. Everyone he’s ever met in his entire life were either pokemon or Team Plasma so he’s just like “Yeah she’s normal.”

Meanwhile Cheren and Bianca are just like “This SCOUNDRAL has brainwashed our BFF” because MC was just living her life as a blank slate and then one night just “How can you eat that?! That’s not FOOD that’s a MILTANK!” erupts from her house.

It’s not until waaaay later when Team Plasma grunts are just like “WHAT DID YOU DO TO LORD N?” that they think oh wait shit maybe she brainwashed him?

N’s just happy to have such a nice friend who shares his passion for Pokemon rights.

[greenreticule]

Sav Malagán and Dexter Jettster being parallels not just as poncho buddies but thematically as well... I cannot stop thinking about them.

[ID: Panels showing Sav and Dex standing next to each other in their matching outfits and their high collared ponchos. END ID]

At first, it looks mostly like Sav trying to emulate one of her heroes, with her choice of outfit, and scampering after him into the night. She even accidentally makes a comparison between herself and Dex when she misreads Maz's reaction to seeing Dex.

[ID: Maz, turning around: "Wait! is that my favorite person in the galaxy?!" Sav (thinking): “Me?! The great pirate Maz Kanata knows who I am?! And I'm her favorite?!” Sav: "Uh..." Dex, appearing at Sav's side: "Maz! If you keep talking like that I'm going to believe you one day and make a fool of myself for love!" Sav (thinking, embarrassed): “Oh. Kark.” END ID]

But even then, Sav returns the favor (accidentally) by popping up unexpectedly next to HIS shoulder mere minutes later.

[ID: Sav: "Who's getting away?" Dex: "GAH!! Where did you come from?" END ID]

Furthermore, as the story goes on, we see that it's less that Sav is copying her hero, and more that Dex and Sav are kindred spirits. Because the actions that set of the adventure in Issue #1, the actions that set off the series (aside from Sav beaning Raf with a tankard)...

...is Dex repeating Sav's actions from the opening pages. Scampers off into the night, leaves behind the usual community, shedding the mask worn around them, paying a droid to ferry them clandestinely across a lake,while also being a little reckless about it.

For as much as Dex does try to be the responsible adult (as he should), trying to get Sav to wait on the ferry, out of danger, he also is not being the most... sensible in the way he himself went about it.

Despite having an entire castle of pirates that he could choose from to ask to back him up, Dex still goes after the "most notorious pirate hunter" ON HIS OWN. Sav being there saved him not only from the droids, but likely from Raf as well.

So while it's hidden beneath the maturity of his age and the motivation of protecting a community (instead of adventure for the sake thereof), Dex still clearly has the same sort of recklessness that drives Sav.

It's the same sort of recklessness driven by compassion that we'll see a century on in Master Malagán

Furthermore, there's the parallels in how both Dex and Sav - in being on this adventure together - get a chance to see past the front that the other puts up as some form of protection.

See, in nearly every other portrayal of Dex, we're always seeing him from some sort of distance. Even in the stories where he trusts Obi-Wan, there's always a part of himself that Dex keeps walled off and secret from our POV character and thus from us, the audience.

The Smuggler's Guide, Dex's journal entry, breaks that wall down. We get to actually see what happens in Dex's mind. And it's really goddamn similar to what Sav sees when she sneaks after Dex, how he acts when he thinks no one else can see him.

Just as Dex saw the part of Sav that she keeps secret from everyone else - seeing her as pirate and Padawan both - Sav also saw the part of Dex that he keeps secret, and has kept secret over the course of twenty years of canon.

I can’t help but think of how Treasure Planet similarly used character designs and themes to draw parallels between Jim and Silver. Like Sav and Dex, they have outfits designed to reflect each other. Their introductory music (”12 Years Later” and “Silver”) is the same theme but in different styles.

They both are driven to find the treasure, it’s been a long-standing dream of them both, and they end up revealing sides of each other that they usually keep locked away.

[ID: Promotional image for Treasure Planet, showcasing Jim and Silver’s matching black jackets, tan undershirts, and left ear piercing. END ID]

Treasure Planet is one of the few, maybe only, adaptations (not prequel/sequel/etc. adaptation.) of Treasure Island that gives Silver an arc of growth, and it’s based entirely off of his relationship and parallels to Jim.

This film gives Silver a want and invites us to empathize with that want by centering his emotions, then puts a need in conflict with that want, and then forces him to choose.

Sure, he's always fond of Jim, even in the original texts, and all the other Disney adaptations have a moment where Silver chooses not to hurt Jim. But in those movies, choosing not to hurt Jim doesn't actually cost Silver anything. He still gets what he wants.

Treasure Planet makes Silver choose and therefore gives him character growth from a very selfish individual to a man who sacrifices his dream to save someone else. And it’s all tied to his parallels with Jim.

Now, Dexter Jettster is already starting out with a different baseline than Silver here. Not only do we know that Dex will be - centuries after The High Republic - a person who puts community over his own personal gain (highlighted by a comparison to Long John Silver!), Dex is already displaying those traits here in The High Republic Adventures! His actions in this comic are specifically about protecting his community.

There’s also an entire cast of characters that Sav is going to interact with, including Pirate Queen Maz Kanata herself! Which is a relationship we already know will last long into the future. I don’t know that Dex himself is going to get as poignant an arc in The High Republic Adventures as Silver had in Treasure Planet, not when Sav has so many other important relationships to develop.

Treasure Planet was about Jim and Silver. The High Republic Adventures is about Sav Malagán. As it should be. Still, the parallels that Dex shares with her, even in this first issue, already grants such depth to both their characters. And it’s such a solid way to start a comic run.

[ordosmarkzero]

I started a Dark Souls replay a little while ago, have been wanting to for a while but was waiting for the pc servers to come back online because playing without messages just felt wrong.

Has been my first time playing since I beat it a few years ago, my first time on the Remastered version and my 2nd proper playthrough (I had a few failed attempts before I beat it the first time where I never got much further than around Darkroot Garden / Depths).

Here's some random thoughts I've had during my playthrough, might continue to update this as I go, also spoiler warning I guess?

This is my first time doing an INT/DEX build (Sorcery) properly, all 3 games + Bloodborne I did STR mainly. At first I felt very powerful compared to that and was surprised at how quickly you can blitz down bosses, but as it went on I started to feel the trade off of not having big armour and not being able to hit as hard with your weapon. I'm glad it's now feeling more like a different kind of challenge instead of just being easier. I'm also intrigued to try out faith now too.

I keep going back and forth and how I feel about the lack convenience compared to 2&3. When I got to just before O&S in Anor Londo I was starting to feel like my spells weren't hitting hard enough so I resolved that I had to go back and buy the ring that boosts sorcery. This meant I had to go back through Anor Londo, then descend Sen's Fortress all whilst not using a bonfire so I could easily Homeward Bone back. It wasn't that bad as you can run past the big guys in AL and I had unlocked the elevator in Sen's, but I got knocked off a ledge by a trap due to rushing + nerves and fell to the bottom, I only just survived and had to then use the ladder to get back up. This journey wasn't that much of a big deal but was definitely one of the more memorable parts of my playthrough, whereas in 2 & 3 it would have just been warping back to the hub then warping back to where I was and have lasted about a minute or two. I also enjoy that the merchants and blacksmiths are spread around the world, makes them and the world feel more alive. But sometimes I do find the "oh I need this item/upgrade so I have to travel all the way here" quite tiresome. I suppose it works better in DS1 because it's a lot easier and quicker to get from place to place.

I tried the Forest Hunter covenant for the first time and it's pretty fun! I never really did any PvP in the first game and most people are much better than me but I enjoyed doing it for a while.

The separation between magic & enchanted feels kind of pointless. Maybe I'm not using the right weapon or I've messed up my build somehow but I plugged my stats and weapon into mugenmonkey and even when I extrapolated my INT to around where it'll probably end up the difference was so minimal in what damage my weapon would end up doing between the two.

It's probably because I play the game quite late at night and the game is so old but it feels quite dead. I've barely seen any summon signs and never been summoned when I dropped one of my own. Have had a few invasions though. I think I'll try again during Return to Lordran and see whether that's any better (which I guess would also be a good time to test out a faith build).

I'd kind of blended together Siegmeyer & Siegward in my mind. Whilst I still like Siegmeyer and think he's quite funny, I love Siegward, he's so charming and all the encounters with him are fun. The first time you meet him and the game lets you know he's there because you hear the "hmmmm" as you pass him on the elevator is forever in my mind and one of my favourite introductions to a character.

On the other hand I found Solaire a bit boring on my first full playthrough but I'm liking him a lot more this time.

The Undead female merchant is also pretty fun, "you'd trust a piece of moss over me..."

[crymeariveronceagain]

Any theories on how the kotlc series will end?

Quite a few, actually.

Some of these are going to be a writer talking about a writer's stylistic choices, and some of them are going to be a fan talking about the content creator's possibilities.

The Coward's Way Out(I would not put it past Shannon to do this): It was all a dream. Everything was a dream. Sophie got hit by that car and has been in the hospital since, in a coma for the past four years. None of it was real.

The Unsatisfactory Ending: Nothing is tied up well at all. All the villains live, the council is still full of jerks. Sophie's still having a mental crisis. Keefe is still off being an idiot. But hey, at least the plot is... sort of done. There's going to be a sequel series, though. It's going to be twice as long. Maybe Sophie and Fitz are dating again at the end, but none of their pressing problems have been solved.

The Boss Battle Ending: Everything culminates in one last battle. Everything ends here. This is usually what I go for when I write stuff that takes place within canon that hasn't been dealt with by Shannon yet. Like, it all gets tied neatly with a bow. A bunch of people are dead, possibly some of our faves, some adults, all the Neverseen officials, etc. Everything is done, over, and will never be resurfaced. Because the war has been won on a battlefield.

The Annoying Ending: So idk if anyone's read The Red Queen by Victoria Aveyard. If you have, you remember how the last book was just endless discussions of war and politics and Mare going back and forth between hating and loving Cal? Yeah. Imagine that, but it's the council and Sophie and Keefe. Because it's just exhausting and endless. And by the time you get to the end of the book, all you've got is a girl with some earrings and some emotional damage and a life that's in ruins and a guy that's somehow still waiting for her despite how it would be better-- Okay. I'm sorry. But a long drawn out war discussion would be really annoying. Gimme action or gimme death.

The Feel Good Ending: This is literally just going to be found family good vibes. The comfort we've all been wanting, craving, needing. They're chilling or eating dinner or laughing or talking or just being whole again. The world is done trying to hurt them. They're finally free from the chains of being the saviors of the world, and they're finally allowed to be kids again. They'll be okay. It's finally, really, truly going to be okay.

The Sokeefe Ending: It ends with a Sokeefe confession/kiss. That's honestly all I want in this world. I want it to end with them kissing in the rain. I want it. So bad. Please. And if I could get a hunger-games-esque flash forward I would cry. Thank.

The Twist Ending: Some key piece of information is revealed at the last moment. Something important, something needed. And, just like that, all the stakes change. All the weapons shift. The entire stance of the book is altered. Now, loyalties have varied. Sides have shifted. People are having breakdowns. How do you keep going? Some of them won't. Some of them have to. Who's going to be able to make it out alive? No one knows until you get to the last page, staring at the book that has held so much of your life, and whispering, softly, "what the fuckkkk"

The Memory Loss/Lazy Writer Ending: Basically any cheap wrap-up tactic that sets up another series. Memory erasing, mysterious illness, the Neverseen destroying themselves, blah blah blah. Something cheap and quick and easily swallowed by editors so they let you take the next year off before starting the sequel series.

Happily Ever After: Everything. Is. Done. Everything is finished, all the plot points are dealt with. Every character gets a satisfying ending, from Tam getting hugs and Keefe coming home to Sophie getting to sleep at night again and Dex getting page time to Stina getting character growth and Biana dying her hair purple. Everything solved, everything finished, you sit, softly, holding the book, and feel like everything has come to an end. Everything is done. And you're not sad. You're happy. Because the characters are happy. The void in your chest is filled, knowing that they went where they needed to go.

Sad ending: All your darlings are dead. Never coming back. Everything hurts. I'm not even going to say what could happen here. But everyone could die. I'm talking Divergent levels of character death. Like, sweet and holy stars dEATH. Like, all the death you'd never want and more. And who's left crying at the end? Who watches the world burn? Who's sobbing as everything they loved is taken? Who won the war, but lost everything else? Is it Sophie? Is it Fitz? Is it Keefe? Is it Linh? Tam? Wylie? Teirgan? Forkle? Gisela? Who is left? And why are they crying?

but yeah these are just a few theories i have for how it's going to go. :DD hope they are satisfactory!

[rubykgrant]

(Grif and Simmons first-date outfits, thanks to Kai and Donut~)

“OOOH, are you FINALLY taking your nerd out?” Kai asked him, practically hopping up and down.

“Yes, and SHUSH IT!” he told her before she started screeching in delight over the situation. He was very grateful that his sister was respecting their privacy by not spilling the beans to everybody else, but sometimes she got entirely too excited. “I want some help getting ready for our date. So-”

“OH, I know EXACTLY what I want to do!” she reached out, grasping his shoulders, spun him around, and threw him down into a chair.

He was at her desk facing a mirror, and before him was an absolutely CHAOTIC spread of “beauty products”. Nail polish bottles, nailclippers, nailfiles, lipstick, lipbalm, lipgloss, bottles of lotion, bottles of lube (gross, Kai!), body glitter, mascara, eyeliner, eyeshadow, different kinds of face-cream, hairspray, make-up brushes and powder-puffs, about a dozen different colorful things he didn’t recognize (but thankfully, nothing that looked like it could potentially be a sex-toy).

“Here, I’m gonna pull your hair back like this- see?” She took most of his hair and held it back in a loose bun, but let some hang down. His hair parted in the middle, so now the dark-brown wavy lengths framed his face. “But first, we need to change your clothes… hmm, a jacket would be good, I got a few the other day I thought you’d like, but I need to make sure they match… hold on, I’m calling in help!”

She dashed off to the door before he could stop her.

“Kai, what are you do-”

“Hey, Donut! Can you c’mere a sec?” she ignored her brother, instead calling out to Donut in the hall.

“KAI!” Grif whisper-screamed at her.

“Chill bro, I’m not gonna tell him everything!” she waved at him, shush-shush.

“Heyyyyy, Kai! What’s up?” Donut poked his blonde head into her room as she stepped back.

“So, I got Dex here some new clothes, because you KNOW what he’s like on his own…” she explained.

“He’ll just buy himself another hoodie, and another hoodie, and ANOTHER hoodie,” Donut finished.

“Exactly. He’s letting me play big-bro dress-up, but I want you to help me color-coordinate everything!” Kai gestured over to a stack of clothes on a chair.

“OOOOOH~” Donut clapped his hands together eagerly. He walked toward the clothes, looking them all over (not noticing the glare Grif was sending over to his sister).

“I’m thinking THIS shirt… oh, and the embroidery on this jacket is very nice… and these pants! Here Grif, try them on!” Donut brought them over.

“Fine… but I’m changing over here,” Grif took them and stood up, walking to stand behind the sliding door of Kai’s walk-in closet. He didn’t shut it all the way, and could hear his sister and Donut whispering and giggling to themselves the whole time. “OK, done. How do I look?”

Grif stepped back out into the middle of the room, and was met with surprised gasps of joy. Before he could turn around and look at himself in the full-length mirror, Kai insisted on doing-up his hair, so Grif waited while listening to Donut’s compliments (which were also self-brags on his eye for fashion). At last, Grif was allowed to see the end result; the jacket was a dark, dusty blue (it made him think of wet concrete at night… sort of a weird comparison, but a nice color all the same). The collar and trim of the sleeves and edges was embroidered with shiny, golden thread, making a pattern of little swirls. The shirt had a v-collar, and was a dark orange… almost brown, but still vibrant (Donut was calling it “burnt sienna”, and Grif wasn’t going to argue). The pants were pale-gray jeans, and somehow worked really well with the darker colors in the rest of the clothes. He looked… good. Actually, pretty damn fine. As Grif smiled at his reflection, Kai gave him a hug; she was very pleased with herself, helping her brother look all pretty for his date.

Across the hall, Simmons was losing his mind; all of a sudden, NONE of his clothes looked good. This was worse that back-to-school shopping, getting ready for picture-day, and trying to dress nice for every college and internship he’d ever applied for when he was younger…

OK. Calm down. He could figure this out; the real problem was trying to make sure he didn’t look like a tech-support dude who wandered away from his office cubicle. Or some kind of "youth minister" trying to be hip and trendy.

Simmons wanted to at least look vaguely COOL. He could maybe pull off the “I don’t give a heck” kind of cool vibe by just wearing some jeans and a black shirt, but Grif had told him to look kinda-sorta nice for this. Which meant Grif was going to look kinda-sorta nice, so they should kinda-sorta match.

Simmons started to sort through everything, putting away the casual clothes, so he had the slightly more fancy options spread out across his bed. Now, to figure out which ones to combine into an outfit… UGH, it all looked stupid! Damn it, he was never good with fashion, unless he had very specific guidelines to limit his options (and this usually meant either wearing the armor, or something very prim and stuffy). He needed help, but he couldn’t ask Grif. Somebody else, somebody who liked this stuff, somebody who understood how to mix-and-match clothes, somebody like…

“Donut!”

Simmons poked his head out of his door just moments after Donut left Kai’s room (she was now letting her brother test-sniff different body-spritz perfumes and colognes).

“Yes?” Donut answered, a cheerful musical tone in his voice.

“I need your help with something… um, something secret!” Simmons waved for him to come over.

“Oooh, fun! I love secrets,” Donut happily walked through the door.

Simmons hastily led Donut by the arm to show him the issue.

“OK, so, uh… Grif… Grif made a bet with me, that he was better with fashion than I was, he just usually doesn’t bother dressing up or putting effort into his clothes-”

“I know, right? He wears almost nothing but hoodies! That don’t even have any patterns or designs on them! So drab!”

“Mm-hmm, but see, I know he’s having Kai help him cheat-”

“Oh…” Donut suddenly connected a few dots (though, he had no idea just how many more dots were involved here).

“So, I’m asking you, please help me figure out what to wear?”

“Well, you’re in luck! I just happen to have some very in-depth and intimate knowledge about Grif’s anatomy, both with and WITHOUT fashionable clothing!” Donut declared.

“What the hell does THAT mean?”

“Never mind. Yes, I’ll help you out. Now, let me see what we have to work with…” Donut leaned closer to look at the clothes. “This is nice. I know it’s ironic how we wound up color-coding our clothing to match our armor, but dark red really is a good color on you, Simmons… oh, this jacket, you can totally rock this jacket… and these pants! There you go, try them on~”

“OK… but I’m going in the bathroom,” Simmons turned and went through the short hallway in the room he and Grif shared.

“Fine,” Donut said. If Simmons was still awkward about changing in front of people, Donut wasn't going to stress him about it.

Simmons didn’t bother turning on the light in the bathroom; plenty of it came in from the lamps in the main room, and he could see perfectly well. At last he got the clothes on, and stepped back into the direct light, walking until he stood between his and Grif’s beds. Donut rushed over, threw his arms around Simmons, and spun the flustered man around before stopping in front of the mirror by the shared closet. Simmons got a good look at himself; the shirt was a high-collard band, and a deep rose-red. The jacket had mid-length sleeves (stopping comfortably above his elbows), styled to almost look like an old-fashioned waistcoat with a low cut. The shoulders and collar were a steel-gray, while the lower section was darker, almost black. The pants were also dark, even more of a deep red than the shirt, and a little less vibrant. He looked kind of like… a Victorian-era vampire who had re-invented himself in the modern age as a rich night club owner. Which, Simmons absolutely WASN’T, and anybody who knew him would laugh at such a thing, but the LOOK was there. As Simmons stood up a little straighter, holding his head high, it kind of… worked.

[asterlark]

ok. samwell college of music au. i wrote all four years let's go babey

eric bittle is this lovely southern tenor (sounds kinda like mitch grassi or ben j pierce) who posts covers (& sometimes originals, but always with neutral or no pronouns because he can't post anything that says he or him ☹) on his youtube channel and has major stage fright but is very talented; he also plays ukulele

he got into samwell college of music on a voice scholarship and his dad doesn’t exactly approve but eric was never the 6′2″ masculine football player he wanted anyway so why not go for his dreams

he auditions for the very competitive samwell men’s contemporary chorus (there’s like 20 choirs; chamber choir, jazz choir, a cappella groups (lax bros do a cappella), combined choirs, etc- smcc does contemporary pop/rock music) and while he’s very very nervous and shaky as he auditions, directors hall & murray see a lot of potential in him (with major grumbling from student director jack)

(the rest of this ridiculously long au under the cut)

the group is small, for a chorus, because the point of the group is not a wall of sound but a focus on all of the very talented guys’ voices coming together in these gorgeous harmonies and basically they’re like one of the best choruses on campus and all the male singers want in

so there’s jack zimmermann, who of course eric knows because everyone knows who he is, he’s the son of bob and alicia zimmermann, both incredibly talented and famous musicians, and basically those genes were in his favor because he’s mega fucking talented

(jack was supposed to sign a recording contract to be in a band with his best friend kent parson when he was 17 but something happened between them and the pressure was too much and jack overdosed on something- there’s so many rumors no one knows what’s real- and kent signed solo in LA & went on to win grammys for his albums about a mysterious ex and jack disappeared for a few years to be a counselor at a music camp and reappears at samwell, knocking everyone’s socks off again like he’d never left, except with a renewed vigor and intenseness that freaks everyone out)

jack is a contemporary writing & production major, freaky talented and sings like a modern day frank sinatra, and he plays like 20 instruments and can read music like breathing air and writes songs like if he stopped he’d die; his music is folksy and mournful and he plays all the instruments on his tracks himself- guitar, piano, strings, drums- it sounds like a full band but nope. just jack. he’s intense

“we all get nicknames in this choir,” justin informs eric on his first day, “we’re those kinda guys.” so he’s bitty, which he finds vaguely offensive (bc he’s not that short!) but still cute, & the rest of the group is introduced to him:

“shitty” knight (voice like colyer) is a musical education major and an enigma of a singer with this awesome, earthy, raspy voice that’s really interesting to listen to and a very.... unique style & look; he writes cheesy but shockingly good raps about social justice topics and he will sing-lecture you if you’ve said something offensive (he also plays banjo)

justin “ransom” oluransi is a music business & management major with an angelic voice you can’t help but listen to; he’s sultry and has an incredible range and does runs like nobody’s business (with a voice like daniel caesar or leslie odom jr UGH)

adam “holster” birkholtz is a voice performance major, wants to be on broadway and it’s all he ever goddamn talks about basically, he’s a belter and has a lot of charisma and starpower and he’ll charm the pants off of you within one note; can also play piano and irritates everyone constantly because his regular volume is like a level 11 (voice like the frontman of my brothers and i combined w/ x ambassadors lead singer)

larissa “lardo” duan is at the local art institute because performing arts is not her jam and she’d much rather paint; she’s a barista at annie’s and supervises open mic nights and keeps the annoying choir dudes from driving away all her patrons

“i’m not even in your dumbass choir,” she says when the group gave her her nickname. holster just told her that she was an honorary member and then started sing-shouting a song at her about how good she is

bitty’s first year is hard because he’s talented and he works hard but he shies away when anyone asks him to sing outside the group and like, he can sing to a camera by himself but being on a stage with everyone looking at you and the sole responsibility of the song on your shoulders is terrifying and no thanks

jack does not. understand this. he’s been performing practically since he came out of the womb and he doesn’t really get performance nerves (what he gets is anxiety about how he did after he gets off stage that follows him home and makes it so he can’t sleep) - so he bothers bitty about it constantly like “you just need practice, you just have to sing by yourself a lot and then you’ll get over it” which like.... that’s true but it’s also hella scary and bitty’s like “no thanks!!!!”

but jack’s annoying and intense so he makes bitty do open mic with him every saturday night and it’s going okay and bitty loves his choir and loves his school and these new friends he’s making and he finally feels comfortable enough to come out to them during his second term

then during their spring choral showcase at the end of his freshman year bitty has a solo and he’s worked really hard on it and he’s feeling good- okay he’s completely freaked out but he’s trying to feel good- but when he gets up on stage there’s so many people and the stage lights are so hot on his face and he flips out a little and maybe he passes out from anxiety and stress right on stage and it’s terrible and he’s so embarrassed and ashamed that he ruined their set at the showcase

of course jack blames himself because “we shouldn’t have given you a solo before you were ready, i misjudged it, i’m sorry” - and they all feel kinda bad bc holy fuck they didn’t know his stage fright was that bad like they didn’t know someone could pass out just by being anxious to sing

he practices all the time over the summer and goes to his local open mic at jack’s insistence and it actually helps a lot because instead of a sea of strangers judging him it’s a bunch of people he knows and they’re all smiling at him and when he finishes his song they cheer for him and it boosts his self-confidence a lot

his sophomore year they have three new members- chris ”chowder” chow (voice like ieuan), an excitable music education major with impressive rapping skills, derek "nursey" nurse (frank ocean or leon bridges type), a songwriting major who can also play violin and guitar, and will ”dex” poindexter (like tom west), a production & engineering major who tried out with chowder bc he needed moral support and didn't expect to get in but impressed the directors with his voice

the year’s going pretty good, bitty’s still pretty scared of singing alone but more confident now and the open mic nights with jack haven’t stopped, so he’s getting better. and one night they’re hanging out at annie’s after closing waiting for lardo to be done so they can walk her home, and bitty suggests that jack sing with him one of these nights, and jack says he doesn’t know any of bitty’s songs and bitty says they can write one together half jokingly but then jack is like “yes.” with that Intense Look

SO they get together a couple days later in jack’s room at the house they all live in together (bitty moved in at the beginning of the year after previous smcc member john johnson called him- how’d he get his number?- and told him he could take his room if he wanted), jack with his guitar and bitty with his ukulele, and it’s a little awkward until bitty says jack should play him one of his songs

and, okay, he doesn’t really know what to expect because the only music jack ever released to the public was that one single he did with kent parson when they were 17 so bitty doesn’t even know if he has anything to play him, but he does- he starts playing these soft, sad notes on the guitar and opens his mouth and sings about being lonely and scared and unsure, about false starts and shaky ground and not knowing where you stand with someone, about expectations and lying awake at night and wishing so hard you were someone else, and bitty watches him sing and just kind of... realizes he’s head over heels for this boy and internally Freaks Out a little

he tries to put that aside and they start to write this song, at first it’s weird because jack’s like “all your songs are love songs i can’t really relate to happy love songs” and bitty’s like “listen... i’ve never even had a boyfriend i just write a bunch of sappy love stuff because it’s not about me it’s about whoever’s listening to it, they’re gonna project their own experiences on my music anyway so it doesn’t matter if it’s my real life or not” and jack’s like “alright while fake af that’s smart and i respect you” (what bitty doesn't say is that he writes about what he really wants which is to fall in love & be in a happy relationship)

they say they’re just gonna write this kinda vague sad song but they both secretly write lines about their actual lives so it ends up being really personal and real and raw for the both of them

they sing the song at open mic that saturday and the crowd at annie’s is never that big but they’ve never got a standing ovation here before, and some girl shouts “MAKE AN ALBUM” (it may or may not be lardo) and they both blush furiously and bitty’s like “... that was really nice, jack” and jack’s like “... yeah it was good good job you’re really getting some confidence out there nice work” (bitty: “THAT’S NOT WHAT I MEANT AAAAH”)

around this time jack’s really thinking about what he’s gonna do when he’s done at samwell, talking with his parents and his agent and looking into different record companies and deciding if he wants to sign with anyone or possibly start his own company- the head of a small company called falcon records in rhode island has been talking to him a lot, and jack talks to bitty about how he thinks it’d be nice to start small, and the record exec georgia and the producer marty had both been really nice and welcoming, and bitty’s so happy for him but also just... sad that he won’t be around jack every day after he graduates

THEN at a haus party celebrating their win of a local choral competition, who shows up but none other than pop star kent parson to Ruin The Fun

bitty sees the way jack pales when kent walks in, notices them disappear upstairs together and feels a little sick worrying about jack but chalks it up to the highly alcoholic concoction shitty and lardo had cooked up but nonetheless decides he’s sick of the party and goes up to his room and hears.... a little too much

and YIKES he’s standing right there and kent parson, pop star, two-time grammy winner, is looking a little rumpled and staring right at him and he puts his hat on and clears his throat and snaps at jack- “hey. well. call me if you reconsider. but good luck with rhode island. ...i’m sure that’ll make your parents proud.” and jack’s shaking, and bitty doesn’t know what to do but jack goes back into his room and bitty’s just kind of standing there like What The Fuck

so.... he kind of stews over winter break but tries not to think about it too much and he and jack text a bit and jack tells him to practice and bitty’s like “oh, you” and jack’s like “im serious” and bitty’s like “>:( it’s christmas”

spring semester starts and they're doing well in competitions and they go to semifinals and then finals for a prestigious collegiate choir competition and the pressure is mounting but they all are so optimistic and really feel like they're on the same page and bitty’s confidence is better than ever and then.... they don't win

jack especially takes it very hard, but then he also has signing to worry about, which everyone helps him with and he decides to sign with falcon records and start work on an album after graduation

speaking of graduation, shitty and jack graduate and it's hard for them but harder for bitty who feels like he's losing jack in a way, he knows how intense jack gets when he's making music and it doesn't feel like he'll have any time for bitty anymore so when they say goodbye bitty goes back to the haus and listens to his and jack's song and just cries

but, like in canon, dadbob has words of wisdom to impart and jack has an "oh" moment and races across campus to kiss bitty

they get together and the next few months are spent with jack working nonstop on his album (which tbh, he'd had many of the songs written already so it's mostly recording and producing) and texting bitty constantly and coming to visit him and playing him demos of all the songs

jack also asks bitty if they can record the song they wrote together & have it as a bonus track on his album & bitty says of course, so when jack visits they set up an impromptu studio and record vocals in the guest bedroom and this deeply personal song they wrote before they were ever together means so much more to them now

and bitty is so happy but so scared and sad too because jack is playing him these songs telling him "they're all for you bits, & a lot of them are about you" and he just doesn't know how he's going to keep all this love inside even though it feels like jack's career is at stake

he tries to shove it down and stay strong though, especially since he's now an upperclassman and they're taking on new members- connor "whiskey" whisk (voice like finneas or the male singer in valley), a music business/ management major who seems to hate bitty's guts and tony "tango" tangredi (like chaz cardigan), a jazz composition major who astounds everybody with his endless questions but also his ridiculously impressive composition skills & naturally perfect pitch (he can also play saxophone??)

i want ford in this au so fuck it she is a composition major with dreams to write scores for musicals and she stars training as a barista at annie's (aka training to corral the smcc)

the pressure of it all proves to be a lot and bitty and jack have their hi, honey moment where bitty's like i can't be this deep in the closet!!! and so they tell the smcc and also jack's label that they're together and that eases things a bit

jack's album comes out to much critical acclaim and shouting in the groupchat ("#1 ON ITUNES BRAHHHHH!!!!!!!!") and several months later, when smcc has already been eliminated from choral competition in an earlier round, jack is nominated for SEVERAL grammys including best album, song of the year, and best new artist

when the time comes he takes his parents and bitty on the red carpet which, everyone keeps being like "who are you here with jack?" and he's like "my family and my good friend :)" and yes it is awkward

jack wins... all three awards. it's the comeback everyone is stoked to see and when his third win is announced, he and bitty are so elated that they kiss before he goes to accept the award

his speech is basically just "um... wow. thank you. i just kissed my boyfriend on live tv. this is amazing and i'm so humbled. i'd like to thank my boyfriend and georgia and marty and my parents and my friends and my boyfriend"

obviously the press has a FIELD DAY with this but bitty & jack are honestly vibing and so happy that it doesn't matter untiiiillll bitty's mom calls and he has to tell her "mama i'm gay and i'm going on tour with jack this summer okloveyoubye"

the last few months of bitty's junior year pass quickly and he's voted student director which is a huge honor considering how much he struggled with stage fright and confidence & how he'll now be stepping into ransom & holster's shoes

r&h and lardo all graduate (the smcc basically crashes the art school graduation and all scream when lardo gets her diploma lmao), which is a bittersweet occasion and they all do a bit of tearing up

that summer bitty goes on tour across the u.s. & canada with jack and his touring band (snowy is a bassist, tater is a drummer and poots does backing guitar, he also brings nursey to play violin on a few songs) as well as georgia who's there to manage logistics

and tour is so fun & chaotic with many bi and rainbow flags in the audience that end up thrown on stage and draped around jack's neck and they spend so many nights in the bus drinking and laughing and fooling around on the guitars and bitty's uke and exploring new cities bitty has never been to before and it's the freest bitty has felt in a long time

summer ends though, and jack leaves for the uk/europe leg of the tour, and with the new school year brings a few new members- river "bully" bullard (voice like gregory alan isakov), a music therapy major who draws his own cover art for his songs, lukas "louis" landmann (like jr jr), an electronic production and design major with a penchant for EDM, and johnathan "hops" hopper (like keiynan lonsdale), a film scoring major who wants to write music for movies and video games

bitty meets and befriends some of the other student directors- shruti, sd of the women’s contemporary chorus; sharon, sd of the chamber choir; and edgar, sd of jazz ensemble (even chad l., sd of the all-male a cappella group)

senior year passes similarly to the comic; coach visits and sees one of bitty’s competitions, jack comes to madison for christmas, smcc does well in competition and goes to regionals etc

however… bitty keeps putting off and putting off gathering the songs for his senior recital

he has a hard time doing that because he’s so focused on the group and making sure they’re performing well and as they advance in competition, everything else starts to fall away

eventually the rest of the smcc has to lock away his uke and change his youtube password and FORCE him to choose songs for it and start preparing because he cannot graduate without doing this recital and doing well on it

he chooses (of course) a beyonce song, a few of his own songs, an ellie goulding song, and an adele song

with all that his breath hitches and his hands shake before he goes on stage, he does really well and his voice instructor prof atley tears up a little in the audience as does his mom

meanwhile smcc goes to semifinals, then finals, of the national collegiate choral competition they participate in

and i imagine bitty faces somewhat less homophobia in this au because i mean, he’s in the performing arts, but i think it’s still there and he also faces a good amount of classism from richer students and performers who think they’re better because they had the resources and money to be performing professionally from a very young age, and he has been practicing via filming himself on a shitty camcorder and posting it to youtube

but they still get there! and the national finals are fucking HUGE and a big deal and a little overwhelming

bitty’s stage fright is Present because this is the biggest stage and the biggest stakes he's ever had and he has a big solo in one of their songs so if he fucks up, he fucks up a national championship for his whole group and school

luckily though, when he steps on the stage with his best friends and sees his boyfriend and family and smcc alums in the audience and they perform their first song, a high-energy pop medley that always gets the crowd going, everything seems to melt away and it's just him living in this moment and singing his heart out

when it gets to the next song and his solo, he forgets to be nervous and belts it out, getting screams of approval from the audience when he finishes

(dex and nursey do have a duet together that they had to practice for many long nights in the practice rooms alone but that's neither here nor there)

their time on stage seems to last both hours and no time at all and then they're done, the crowd gives them a standing ovation and it's at least 30% r&h & shitty's hooting and hollering and jack's enthusiastic clapping that makes bitty & the others beam with pride

then it's just waiting, giddy and nervous beyond belief in their green room, for the judging to be over

after what feels like forever they're back on stage, arms linked together waiting and hoping for their name to be called and it is, they win and it feels like years have built up to this moment, and bitty tears up because years ago when he was fainting from anxiety at having to perform in front of people he never could've imagined that he'd do this, that he'd be the student director that led them to a championship

they get the trophy and a ridiculous amount of flowers from their loved ones and they all are just in giddy disbelief that this is happening, they're national champs!!! they are the best choir boys in the nation!!

they come home and the rest of the school year passes by so quickly that it's very suddenly graduation and bitty can't believe his college career at samwell is over 😢

(he and ollie and wicky take pictures together, o&w talk about how excited they are to devote full time attention to their band & wedding planning and bitty's just like wait you're gay??)

bitty got plenty of offers from record companies but he likes his freedom of creativity and he has a built in fanbase from doing youtube all these years so he decides to make an album independently (jack helps him produce & master it 🥰)

when bitty's album comes out about a year later, full of bops about being gay and in love and having struggled but come out the other side more confident than ever, it doesn't get any grammy nominations- and he didn't expect or need that.

what it does do is it resonates. it makes the rounds in youtube and queer internet circles; people his age reach out to him saying this is the music they wish they had as a kid and kids reach out to him saying he's a role model and they're so glad to have his music to listen to. his album is written about as an underrated gem that shines with queer brilliance and is sure to start a party when it comes on.

his parents may not fully understand the road he's chosen for himself but they're still so proud and promote the album as hard as any of his loyal fans (especially the one country-inspired song on the album that he wrote and dedicated to them).

and jack, jack who saw this album from its infancy to its release date, who took the film photo that ended up being the album cover, who worked with bitty to make sure his vision was realized exactly how he wanted it to be, is proud beyond words.

jack starts using his semi-abandoned twitter again to tweet "stream [album name]" every day and bitty retweets them sometimes, with just a "this boy. ❤"

and they're happy. they're good. they have come so far and they are reaping the rewards of all the hard work they put in to make the music that they truly love.

the end :)

[squishmallow36]

Good Evening, My People up in the Chandeliers

Word count: 4.8k

Tw: Swearing, alcohol mention

(It's called Fitz is angry and I didn't feel like censoring him)

Kotlc AU where Sophie's either living in elfland or living with humans I have no clue but Fitz is a Foxfire valedictorian and Dex inevitably creates a trap remix of his speech.

Credit for the AU goes to @synonymroll648

On AO3 (https://archiveofourown.org/works/36400201 hopefully the link works) or below the cut

Fitz fidgets with his sleeve, waiting off to the side of the crystalline stage as Magnate Leto drones on for an extraordinarily long amount of time about his hopes and dreams for the graduating class’s future before finally saying, “Now that I’ve kept you long enough, I would like to introduce someone who needs no introduction, the top of your class, Fitz Vacker.”

Magnate Leto steps aside as Fitz climbs up the stairs to take his place at the podium without tripping over any of the cords nobody bothered to tape down.

Magnate Leto departs the stage on the opposite side, walking around the back while Fitz pulls out a thick stack of index cards and takes a breath.

“Good evening, my fellow graduates. Over our last six years here at Foxfire, we have learned a lot. Sir Harding taught us how to levitate, or, more accurately, fall from mildly concerning heights. Lady Galvin taught us how to turn a rose into iron. And how to do it very wrong. And Dame Alina taught us how to avoid getting in trouble when we skip class or melt a table.”

Fitz pauses, smiling. He’s trying to strike a balance between formal and entertaining, but a few illegible bullet points makes that a bit more difficult than usual.

He continues, “All of this knowledge will no doubt be valuable as we go forward in life. But I think that the most important thing that we have learned over the last six years is how to fake it until you make it.”

He sat for over an hour trying to come up with something important enough to tell everyone in his graduating class. This was the best he could do.

“Over the next few minutes, I’d like to talk about what we’ve learned, the people we have to thank, and the people we have to remember. I told you that the most important thing that we learned was how to fake it until you make it.”

He takes a short pause for dramatic effect and fixes his eyes on the index cards.

“Let me give you just a couple of examples of what I’m talking about. I remember about a little more than a year and a half ago, Keefe decided to do his homework during lunch. It worked for a solid week until he got detention and it started a chain reaction of more detention that ended up breaking the school record. The one time he actually went to class, he got detention. It was great. But I don’t think there’s anyone in here who hasn’t forgotten some homework and had to do it at lunch. I know I have.” Fitz smiles.

“More recently, all of our Elvin History teachers decided to gang up on us earlier this year and we all had to write up speeches. Well, at least everyone I knew was complaining about it. The best part was that on the day of Rissa’s presentation, she just showed up and rambled about nothing for a solid class period because she didn’t feel like writing it down. After that, I’ve tried desperately to reduce the number of bullet points I use per presentation. It hasn’t worked. I’m reading this almost verbatim except for the incoherent scribbles from midnight last night when I actually wrote this whole thing down. And then, I heard this after like seven different people, so I’m sorry if it’s inaccurate. Once, Shayda tried to organize a rebellion with Siofra and a few others where they wanted to ban homework by refusing to do it. I wish it had worked.”

He takes his stack of index cards and lines them all up again against the podium.

“Next, I’d like to take a moment on behalf of myself and my fellow graduates to thank the people that have brought us here. Everyone here has different people in their lives, but I’d like to thank some of you that stood out most to me. First, I would like to thank my Mum, Della, who taught me how to stress bake. It’s gotten me through many exams when my eyes just couldn’t read History anymore. Next, I would like to thank my Dad--”

His voice cracks.

“--Alden for being the best role model anyone could ever ask for, showing me what it means to be an Emissary. Now, I would like to thank Keefe, my best friend, for teaching me all of the things I probably shouldn’t have learned, like how to get away with not doing my homework and prank people like my life depends on it. I’d also like to thank my sistaer Biana because ae kept me sane this past year. Although I’m not entirely sure how. I had to ask out, like, four different girls for aer. This term. Finally, I’d like to thank my brother Alvar, who was Keefe’s biggest role model and kept him sort of under control.”

Fitz smiles and takes a breath.

“Finally, I’d like to take a moment to remember our classmates and teachers who can’t be with us today. It wouldn’t be right to start with anyone but my father, Alden, whose mind broke earlier this year, as I’m sure you’ve all heard by now. He is exactly who I aspire to be someday.  I also apologize if I’ve been a little short with anyone recently. I don’t know all of you personally, but I know I’m not the only one who has lost a friend or family member during our time here. Regardless, we all miss Sir Astin. I didn’t have him as one of my Universe mentors, but Biana’s told me about his tendency to forget to assign homework. In addition to that, while they weren’t part of our school, I must mention our beloved Councillor Kenric Fathdon and Fintan Pyren. I’m sure you all remember the fire that burned down half of Eternalia. Finally, unless I’ve talked long enough for anything to change, Keefe is still in the Healing Centre.”

Fitz’s eyes find Elwin in the crowd, and his face falls subtly when there’s no good news. “I haven’t got a clue what’s happened, but he’s been in a coma since the beginning of the school year. If that hasn’t already gotten into the rumour mill, now it’ll be.”

He cringes slightly, knowing that it sounds like he wrote it late last night and just wanted it done, but recovers, saying, “So now we’re Foxfire graduates. And soon we’re going to be signing each others’ yearbooks and saying goodbye. Some of you will be continuing with me to the Elite levels. A few of you already have jobs lined up. At least one of you is planning on starting a restaurant, and I expect an invite when you open. Your Mum’s umber leaf soup is magnificent. A portion of you have no idea what you’ll be doing with your lives. What’s certain is that there will be hugs and tears. We’ll do our best to stay in touch. But we’ll be living our lives and doing our best.”

He flips over the last index card and concludes, “As a final thought going forward, I’d like to leave you with a quote from Keefe, who somehow always knows what to say. Especially when you want him to stop talking. He said, ‘Our family doesn’t decide who we are. Believe me, it drives my parents crazy.  And sometimes that’s the only thought that gets me through the day.’ These are our lives now, to do what we choose. Don’t forget that, and if you feel overwhelmed, just fake it until you make it. If Keefe’s taught me anything, most things take ninety percent less effort than it should. Thank you all.”

Magnate Leto starts climbing up the stairs as Fitz finishes his speech, and leads the school in a round of applause.

Fitz leaves the stage without a cue, and Magnate Leto makes a few final remarks before releasing everyone as graduates. The graduating class used to throw their caps in the air, but during the time of Dame Alina, everyone started throwing them at the principal.

Needless to say, no caps were allowed the next year.

Fitz takes a breath when he realizes he’s searching the shifting crowd for Keefe’s blond curls. It’s not like he’d have come willingly but the fact that he can’t be here still...there are no words.

Fitz’s blood boils, hands curling into useless fists. He knows there’s nothing he can do, and that’s the problem. There’s nothing he can do.

Everything was supposed to follow the script, but it all took a sharp left when Keefe fell into that coma.

He wishes he knew what happened, but it’s not as though Keefe can tell him, and Elwin has as much information as everyone else. Zero.

Fitz’s thoughts are interrupted by Biana trying to tackle him from behind, and he’s spent enough time playing bramble that he knows who it is immediately. And that there’s no fighting against aer.

Ae gets down after a second of hanging on to him, and says, “Nice job up there, Fitzipoo.”

“It wasn’t too depressing?”

“Yes, but you didn’t fall off the stage.”

“That was your criterion?”

“Yep. Come on, Mum’s made ripplefluffs for you and I don’t wanna wait any longer.”

“Like a Vanisher couldn’t have sneaked one.”

“She counted them.”

“I don’t know. It seems like you’ve not tried hard enough. Perhaps you just didn’t want to bother with creating a master plan. Or you didn’t want to be a bloody tosser for once.”

“You’re really trying to make me regret my life decisions, aren’t you?”

“That’s the hope.”

Around a week later, Fitz knocks his head on the wall he shares with Biana’s room. All these bedrooms in this place, and ae had to choose the one next to him.

“Biana!”

“What?” comes Biana’s answer.

“Why did you just send me this?”

By ‘this’, he means a recording of his valedictorian speech, remixed with a trap beat in the background.

“You haven’t seen it yet?”

“No shit, Sherlock.”

“Well, you’re welcome.”

He can feel his blood pressure start to rise in frustration.

“Do you know who made this?”

“No.”

Something about the tone makes Fitz think that Biana’s not being exactly forthcoming with what ae knows.

“Can you tell me anything at all? Maybe like who sent it to you, for starters.”

“I could…”

He lets his hopes get up for just a moment.

“...but what will you give me in return?”

And there they plummet once again.

He sighs. “What do you want?” He pauses before hastily adding, “Within reason.”

“So many things. But what will I ask you for this time?” Biana pauses, thinking for just a second as Fitz waits for his punishment. “I know! You’re gonna find out if Marella likes me.”

“Says the Vanisher.”

“Yes but I won’t have to do it.”

“And you want me to break the rules of telepathy because you have yet another crush.”

“I don’t care how you get an answer. That’s your problem.”

“Fine. I’ll just go up and ask her the next time I see her. It’s not like it’s the first time I’ve done this for you.”

“Again, that’s your problem.”

“Just give me an answer. Please.” Fitz begs.

“Marella sent it to me. That’s all I know. It’s highly likely she knows more.”

“I wonder why you asked me about her,” Fitz asks sarcastically, already pulling out his Imparter to text Marella.

Hey, do you know who created the remix of my speech?

Yeah, quickly comes her reply.

Are you willing to tell me or will this require bribery? he asks.

Well now that you mention it...

He rolls his eyes. What do you want?

She takes a second to consider before replying, Does your sistaer have a gf?

Ae literally just fucking asked me to find out if you liked aer to know who sent aer the video. Please for the love of stars if you go out with aer let it be longer than two dates.

So you think ae’d be willing?

Fitz knocks his head on the wall once again. “Biana! You’re going out with Marella. Text her to figure out when and where. I’m not going to be your messenger pigeon.”

He can hear squealing through the wall, and not for the first time.

Biana’ll be texting you soon so I’m going to ask now before the gay takes over. Who made the trap remix?

That was Dex.

Who?

You know, Dizznee.

That doesn’t help.

The Bad Match with the triplet siblings?

Oh. Yeah. Okay.

She pauses for a second. Thx for being the unwilling mediator between two lesbians.

Biana technically uses bi lesbian. Ae gets very defensive about that.

Oop sorry.

Be careful. I don’t want to clean up yet another breakup.

Thanks for the vote of confidence.

It’s not you. It’s this term’s track record. The odds aren’t exactly in your favour.

Marella doesn’t respond, and Fitz assumes Biana’s pulled aerself together just enough to send her a text.

Fitz shrugs and starts marching down to the Leapmaster to find that bloody git Dex Dizznee.

Standing outside Slurps and Burps, Fitz clenches his teeth, trying to rein in his anger before he accidentally breaks something.

He tries to take in a shaky breath before swinging open the door, ready to ask whoever is at the register where he can find Dex.

He realizes then that it might have been helpful to ask Marella for a description, but at this point, it’s too late.

Fitz’s gaze falls on the smiling boy behind the counter, maybe a little younger than he is, with strawberry blond hair, periwinkle eyes, a gazillion freckles, and unfairly cute dimples.

He looks up, smile faltering, and Fitz asks, “Pardon me. Do you happen to know where I can find Dex?”

“Xe’s right here,” he--xe--answers, rolling xor eyes and sighing. “What do you want?”

“I’d like to know why you fucking remixed my valedictorian speech.”

“Why fucking not?” xe counters.

Fitz’s teeth grind and he can’t form words for a solid two seconds. “Do you enjoy contributing to dragging the Vacker name through the mud?”

“Oh puh-lease. One tiny speck of dust on your shining reputation and you throw a hissy fit.”

“I’ll have you know that reputation goes back a thousand years! Not like you’d understand that, though.”

Blood rushes to xor cheeks. “You really are a haestehen. Clearly you’ve no idea who I am but somehow you know I’m the son of a Bad Match. That was low, even for your highness.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Like you aren’t fully aware that you’ve always thought of yourself as better than everyone else.”

“That’s--what right does that give you?”

Xe snorts. “Not even gonna argue. And I really don’t give a shit what you think about the remix. And, anyway, it’s the most publicity a valedictorian speech has gotten since Dame Alina got into the Fizzleberry Wine right after she tried to stop your parents’ wedding and walked off the edge of the stage. I thought you’d love that attention.”

“Thanks for that reminder,” Fitz snaps sarcastically.

“You’re welcome. I do what I can,” Dex replies, even more sarcastically.

“You really don’t give a shit about anything, do you?”

“I’ve given up trying to please you Vackers a long time ago. At least maybe this time you’ll remember that I exist.”

“And what do you mean by that?”

“I see you all the time around Foxfire. But your majesty has never even bothered to remember that. I splotched Biana during our first year, for stars’ sake!”

Fitz stops for a moment, trying to dredge up some shred of that memory.

“I was right, wasn’t I?” Dex snorts.

Fitz refuses to give xem any satisfaction. “That’s not my problem.”

“That sounds like a yes to me,” xe mutters.

“Is that why you hate me so much?”

“Pretty much. It’s not personal.” Xe shrugs.

“Hating me isn’t personal?” Fitz deadpans.

“I blame mostly your father. He seemed like an ass. I’m pretty sure responsible for at least ninety percent of this mindset.”

“Well, your father is Talentless. So I really don’t give a shit what you think.”

“Then fucking leave! Or did you forget where the door was?” Dex exclaims, marching out from behind the counter, fists balled.

Fitz takes two steps back.

“I’m not leaving until you stop sharing the remix.”

“That won’t help, dipshit. I sent it to Marella and haven’t seen it since.”

“Then tell her to stop sharing it!”

“Give me one good reason.”

“Common courtesy?” Fitz suggests.

Dex just looks at him, saying so many things without words. Most of them seem to be ‘fuck you’.

Fitz rolls his eyes before sighing. “Ever since my Dad...you know…” He pauses, waiting for Dex to argue. “There’ve been whispers about how us Vackers aren’t as….”

Fitz stops, searching for the word he wants, and Dex supplies, “Special?”

It’s close enough. “...as everyone thought we were.”

Dex snorts once again. “Welcome to my world. Although most aren’t nice enough to limit it to just whispers. You’ll stop caring soon enough, though.”

“What if I don’t want to stop caring.”

“Nobody gives a shit what you want, Wonderboy. They just give a shit about what they want, and occasionally those line up.”

“I refuse to be that pessimistic.”

“What it is is realistic. People are assholes.”

“Do you have any faith in Elvenkind?” Fitz asks honestly, brows drawing together.

Dex smirks in a distinctly un-Keefe way. “Why the fuck should I? I’m sure the only reason Marella was willing to share your favourite remix was because I sent it anonymously. Ever since everyone found out I’m gay, even she won’t talk to me. And she talks to Drooly Boys. That isn’t a very high bar and yet somehow I’m below it.”

“I don’t think it’s personal.”

Xe tilts his head and Fitz feels his heart stutter for half a beat. He shifts imperceptibly forward against his better judgement.

“My hatred of you and your entire family is personal, but it isn’t when applied to me?”

“You couldn’t have chosen to be the son of a Bad Match and you couldn’t have chosen to be gay.”

“Nobody can choose their family, you included. And I could’ve stayed in the closet. But someone sounds like he has some experience in that area.”

Fuck. “Biana is a bi lesbian if you’ve forgotten.”

“How can I? Everyone worships aer for that while I just get disgusted looks.”

“You were the reason ae figured out ae was a bi lesbian. Ae learned about you, had a gay crisis for a few weeks and...here we are.”

“You look like you want to say something else,” Dex says, and it’s not like Fitz can escape xor periwinkle gaze.

“This cannot be told to anyone else. If it does, I won’t hesitate to erase that memory. I don’t have much practice, so I’ll probably wipe out half of your brain in the process.”

Dex smiles, revealing those dimples. “You’re gay.”

“What the--? How did you--,” Fitz takes a breath before he further embarasses himself by rambling all pver the place. “Technically I’m using bi at the moment but close enough.”

“That’s why you’ve got such a problem with me, isn’t it? You hate that you’re bi because of Elvin heteronormativity and you blame me.”

“Why is it so wrong for me to want a wife and a kid or two just like my Dad? Why do guys insist on being so freaking cute? If you could all just stop, it would be greatly appreciated.”

Dex blushes, and Fitz realises that he included xem in this request. But he doesn’t refute it.

“Sorry if you don’t vibe with the term guys. I’m not very good at that filter yet.”

“It’s fine. I use he/him and xe/xem so you can use whatever traditionally masc terms you want. Honestly, half the school uses it/its despite trying to explain that that's a very bad, so I don’t really care anymore.”

Oh you can bet I’m going to pull so many strings that won’t happen again. That’s one of the nice things about having so much attention directed at you. When you tell Biana to start aggressively correcting people, they listen. Ae got them to listen to aer.

Fitz takes a small step forward. “That’s…horrible.”

“Like I said, I don’t care anymore. I’ve got a pair of headphones blasting music and an ability to avoid conversation like no other.”

“You shouldn’t have to deal with that though.”

“Do you have a better idea?”

“I’ll see what I can do. Biana can be very persuasive.”

“Lemme guess. In exchange for that, you want me to tell Marella to stop sharing the Valedictorian speech?”

“There’s a lot of things that I’d use to trade for what I want. Arseholes not misgendering someone isn’t one of them. That being said…”

Dex pulls out his Imparter, and types something quickly on there before saying, “There you go. I changed the permissions on the file. If your sistaer or someone else saved it and continues sending it around, that’s not my problem.”

With that, Fitz can’t think of anything else to bother Dex about so he mumbles a goodbye before leaving hastily, knowing if he stays there too long on amicable terms, his web of lies, especially the ones to himself, might start to unravel.

Stars, why does xe have to be so fucking cute?

Fitz forgets about that entire interaction by shoving the memory aside as much as he possibly can until Biana insists on making him go to Slurps and Burps to restock aer alchemy supplies for some reason before school starts back up again.

Ae did get Galvin for Alchemy Five, so you can’t exactly blame aer.

When Fitz finally gives in to aer demands, he’s stuck somewhere in the middle of dreading it with every fibre of his being and disproportionately excited. This is directly being caused by the thought of seeing Dex again.

He arrives at the store as Stina is leaving, and she gives Fitz a smile. Normally he wouldn’t have taken note of that, but there’s something there that doesn't seem right.

Well, more than usual. Stina’s always been a little off, but until now, Fitz has mostly written it off as just her being a bitch. A fact that Maruca refuses to see. Biana’s a little less blind to it, but Fitz thinks the gay is still getting in the way a little bit.

Now that he’s thinking about it, Fitz doesn’t think Stina’s ever actually used Biana’s ae/aer pronouns. Just avoided them like the gnomish plague once she got tired of being corrected.

Fitz opens the door, and when he sees the strawberry blond-haired boy behind the counter once again, he smiles involuntarily. “Hey, Dex.”

Dex raises a suspicious eyebrow, and Fitz doesn’t blame xem. The last time he was in here, he was pretty angry. “What can I do for you today?”

“Just some back to school shopping. Biana’s got Galvin this year.”

Dex makes a thoughtful sound and says, “She always gives a massive list. Do you want me to help find the stuff in here? I basically have this place memorized.”

“You wouldn’t mind?”

“I don’t exactly have anything better to do.”

Halfway down the list, Fitz has to ask, “Do you happen to know where the oil of vitriol is off the top of your head?”

“Seriously? Galvin’s asking for that?”

Fitz shows xem the paper.

Dex takes a second to process. “That’s not exactly a safe chemical. I’ve got it in the back but we should probably leave it for last. It enjoys burning through glass bottles.”

“And what about aqua tofani?”

“Okay...clearly Galvin has lost it. That’s in the back too. What’s next? Chlorine trifluoride? Azidoazide azide? Alkahest? A whole block of Polonium?”

“Aqua vitae.”

Dex points to a shelf without hesitation. “Right there. Pro tip: don’t set that on fire. Trust me. Very flammable.”

After a dozen or so more dangerous chemicals, Fitz reads off, “Last one. A crap ton of Bismuth.”

Dex brushes against Fitz’s arm, to check the actual amount, and the light touch brings goose pimples to his arms.

Fitz flinches away, more mad at himself than anything else.

Dex, thankfully, doesn’t notice, giving Fitz the bismuth, and saying, “Here you go. I’m going to go get the oil of vitriol and aqua tofani. Don’t break anything while I’m gone.”

Xor voice carries a teasing edge and Fitz doesn’t really know how to react, but he makes sure he doesn’t touch anything.

He doesn’t need Dex to be mad at him. Not when they’re finally on kind-of-okay terms.

But he does want to know where all the stuff is stored. For no real reason.

Dex is back in half a second, and Fitz has absolutely no clue how he knows where everything is so easily.

“How do you have this whole place memorized?”

“Spend a week here and tell me you won’t start remembering where things are. But it is kind of Exileish when your siblings come in here and decide to reorganize everything and then you have to go fix it and it takes for-fucking-ever. No, I’m not bitter.”

“So there is some form of organization in this place?”

“Of course. Acids on the left. Bases on the right. Pure elements in the middle. Neutral compounds will be closer to the door and pH gets more extreme as you head towards the register. So I can keep an eye on them better or something. I think it’s more likely for people waiting in line to knock over a shelf the closer it is to me but, hey, what do I know?”

“A lot apparently. I’m lucky those words even sound familiar.”

“Are you taking Alchemy this year?”

“Exile no. I barely survived the normal levels.”

“Says the top of the class.”

“That’s entirely because I studied my arse off and still got a ninety-three. Nearly lost my spot because of it.”

“Well, let me know if Biana’s willing to accept any help. Ae’s gonna have one Exile if a year with Galvin and I don’t want you destroying half of Everglen. We’ve patched so many holes in the ceiling here, I doubt any original is left.”

Fitz looks up and sees a patchwork of large, slightly different-toned spots covering the whole ceiling. It’s a mottled combination of chemical exposure, different ages of plaster, and a bit of ivory here, a dash of eggshell there, and a messy brush of cream down the centre.

“I’ll let you know.” He nods.

With that, Fitz starts to leave, but a few paces away from the door, he hesitates before turning back.

He looks like he wants to just turn around and forget whatever he wanted to ask.

“Dex?”

“Yeah?” xe replies with considerably less sass than he could have had.

“Would you…maybe…be willing to go out with me? Maybe get some custard bursts? I know this stall in Atlantis that makes the best ones by far.”

Dex flushes nuclear red. With a shaky voice, xe asks, “Do you really want that?”

“Well, I wouldn’t have asked otherwise,” Fitz replies, taking a step closer.

“What...what would your Dad think?”

Fitz flinches but doesn’t hesitate before saying, “You sound like you’re trying to be nice while turning me down.”

“That’s--no. I just don’t think you’ve thought this through. I’m a Dizznee, remember.”

Fitz pauses for a second. “Do you see me running away screaming?”

“Maybe not today. But what about tomorrow? Or the day after that? Or next week?”

Taking another step forward, Fitz says, “Why should I give a fuck about what might happen tomorrow. Exile, my mind might break tomorrow. Or in a few millennia. I can’t let that dictate every single decision I’ll ever make.”

Dex considers for a moment, his face softening as xor walls crumble. “As long as this isn’t a banshee shit prank setup, I’d be willing to go.”

Fitz smiles. “I’ll look at my schedule and text you what times I’m free because I have no clue what I’m doing this week.”

“Honestly, same. I never have a clue what my hours here are more than maybe a day in advance. If I do say that I’m working here when you’re free, it’s not just my attempt to escape from plans. If I can find any sort of schedule to screenshot, I’ll send it to you.”

“Cool. I guess...I’ll see you later then.” Fitz nods.

“Bye! And for the love of the stars, please don’t drink the oil of vitriol.”

“I’ll do my best.” Fitz says, as he leaves.

The door closes behind him, and a tidal wave of emotions, both excited and terrified rush up to fill its place.

Stars, he’s cute.

[foofygoldfish]

alice & the heist

word count: 886

summary: alice's perspective of the heist. the angst got away from me and i am so sorry

---

“Ahhh, what a beaut of a tradition!”

Alice perked up and set down the box she was carrying. Down at the other end of the bar, Claire was helping - huh. Jackie. Her friend was chit-chatting with him and -

“Thea!” She grinned, jogging over to them. “What’re you guys doin’ here? Thought you guys were having dinner with Mama tonight?”

The tall solo gave her a small wave. “Hey, Al - we uh, got a job.”

“Major leagues!” Jackie grinned.

“Fuck yeah!” She paused. “Who y’all workin’ with? Major-major or…?”

“Bigger than Regina and Wakako?” Thea shrugged. “We have a meeting with Dex in a few - we’re waiting here till he’s ready. ”

“Wait–”

Jackie’s grin was almost infectious - almost.

She’d heard of Dex. There was a reason he left, a reason Rogue was so reluctant to rent him the quiet room in the back. Even Johnny wouldn’t have fucked with him back in the day - the man was just… Bad news.

Thea gave her a reassuring smile from across the bar. “It’ll be fine. It's just at Konpeki, I used to go there all the time when I was with 'Saka. We’ll meet you back here after, okay? Get drinks ready for us!"

—

“Breaking news!”

Some wanna-be solo edged in from behind her, motioning at Claire. “Turn it up!”

“Saburo Arasaka was found dead tonight at Konpeki Plaza. He was 158 years old.” Gillean Jordan read off. “He is survived by his children Hanako Arasaka, Yorinobu Arasaka, and –”

Konpeki.

Thea, Jackie –

Her stomach dropped.

“Claire, I’m gonna pop in the back - I need - I’ll just be a sec.” Alice didn’t wait for Claire to respond before ducking under the bar and through the door to the storeroom.

[10:56pm]

Alice: i s2g if you don’t answer this text

Alice: just lemme know everything’s good with the job

Alice: konpeki’s all over the news. the fuck happened?

Alice: if you don’t answer soon i’m gonna call

“Hey.” Alice looked up to see Rogue standing next to her. “Everything okay?”

She shrugged. “I– Fuck, I don’t know. Thea’s on a job.”

“With Dex.”

“Yeah. At Konpeki. She wouldn’t tell me what for.”

Rogue raised her eyebrow. “You think she was –”

“God, no. I mean, her and Jack have done hits before, but they’re - I love ‘em, but they’re not good enough for that big of a hit. But.” She took a deep, shaky breath. “Fuck, I’m worried. Something’s wrong. I just - know.”

“Go lay down. I’m closing the bar early.”

“Babe—”

“Go.” Rogue shook her head, gently shoving Alice in the direction of her apartment. “Nobody’s going to get any business done tonight. I’ll help Claire close up.”

Alice looked at her partner, then down at her phone. “I – fine.”

–

[11:05pm]

Alice: hey jack

Alice: thea isn’t answering

Alice: how’s the job?

Alice: hotel made the nwes

Alice: fuck, *news

Alice: call me when you get a sec

Alice: please

–

“You don’t have to do this, y’know.” Alice looked at Rogue. “I mean, By would love it if you stayed, but I do know how to sleep alone.”

“Do you?” Rogue raised her eyebrow. “Well, that’s news to me.”

“Oh, shush.” Alice rolled her eyes. “I’m just -”

“Worried about your friends.”

“Just a lil.”

Rogue nodded, absent-mindedly petting Lord Byron. “Just go to bed. I’ll be here. If I hear anything, I’ll wake you up.”

Alice frowned. “If I miss anything on my phone –”

“I’ll let you know.”

–

Rogue was still there when Alice woke up hours later, asleep on the couch with Lord Byron purring on her lap.

“C’mere, you oaf.” Alice whispered to him, and smiled when the orange cat slowly stretched and rambled over to her. “Didja keep your mom warm last night? Huh?”

The cat purred in response.

“God, I wish I was you.” She muttered. “Now where the fuck did she put my – ah.”

Her phone was sitting next to Rogue’s hand.

One notification.

[6:40am]

Misty: Alice, call me when you wake up.

Misty: Or meet me at Vik’s.

Well, fuck.

[10:32am]

Alice: omw. going to feed mr nib first.

Alice: have you heard from our favorite solos?

Misty: Just hurry. Have Rogue feed Mr Nibbles. Thea’s here.

Alice: okay. see you in a min

Shit.

Okay.

Alice grabbed the first piece of paper she could find and scribbled a note to Rogue on it - at Vik’s. Feed by and nib? Call when you wake up.

It felt like it took no time at all to walk from the megabuilding to Vik’s. Less people than usual were out and about, and it seemed like there was a cop on every corner.

Misty was sitting at the top of the stairs to Vik’s shop, waiting for her. Crying.

Fuck.

Fuck fuck fuck.

“Mist, what happened?”

Misty looked up at her. “Vik’s still working on Thea. Jackie’s –”

Shit.

“He - he didn’t…”

Alice sat next to her friend, carefully wrapping an arm around her.

–

[11:04am]

Rogue: How’s it going?

Alice: uh. not good.?

Alice: thea’s hurt. bad. vik just finished working on her. said it might take a while for her to wake up. if she does.

Alice: jack’s gone.

Alice: i texted pepe. delamain showed up with his body last night

Alice: mama isn’t doing good. gonna head over there later.

Alice: can you give me a ride? don’t wanna deal with ncart

Rogue: Yeah. Let me know when.

Alice: thanks

Alice: love you

Alice: <3

–

[grailfinders]

Fate and Phantasms #200

Wow, what a milestone, huh? It feels like only yesterday we were building Mash. Didn't even know you could grab multiple fighting styles back then. We were also one person back then. Things change. Things change even faster when you have magic eyes that let you bend anything you can see, so let's hurry up and build Asagami Fujino already. She is a Quandrix Sorcerer to tear apart anything she lays eyes on, as well as expand her field of vision beyond what her eyes can see. Dangerous combination, that.

Check out her build breakdown below the cut, or her character sheet over here!

Next up: In the dark of the night, evil will find you! (If Rasputin ever become a playable character I am really going to regret using that one here.)

Wait, what's that...

Race and Background

No surprises here, Fujino is a Variant Human, because normal humans can't tear people apart with their mind. That means she gets +1 Dexterity and Charisma, as well as proficiency with Perception (kind of her deal) and the Tough feat. HP isn't just how much body you have to get hurt, it's also how badly getting hurt affects you. Fujino's deadened sense of pain means she can take hits and keep going, purely due to the fact that she doesn't realize she should stop. That means you're getting an extra 2 HP each level.

Fujino is a schoolgirl, so the closest thing we have is the Cloistered Scholar background. That gives you History and Nature proficiency.

Ability Scores

Your highest score should be Charisma. Your magic eyes are an innate part of you, and it's really easy to be frightening when you can tear a bridge down around you. Second highest should be Constitution, for the reasons we outlined in your background feat. Your Dexterity should probably be pretty high, you fight in clothing, and you fought against Shiki for more than five seconds without dying. That's impressive. Your Intelligence isn't that bad, though you're still going through school. We aren't dumping Strength, it's alright, but we are dumping Wisdom. You have a hard time feeling yourself and feeling connected to other people.

Class Levels

You're a Sorcerer, giving you proficiency with Constitution and Charisma saves, as well as proficiency with the Intimidation and Arcana skills. You've got magic implanted in your face, and again, bridge. As a Sorcerer, you can cast spells using your Charisma. Blade Ward deadens your senses further, giving you resistance to physical damage types for a round. Mending lets you twist a small item back together, instead of tearing it apart. Sword Burst is a short range bending... sorta. Force damage is hard to quantify. But it's free, so that's nice. You can also Shape Water to bend liquids to your will. For first level spells, Mage Armor helps you not die, and Magic Missile lets you shoot little bursts of twistiness that'll never miss. You also join the school of Quandrix, which gives you the starting gift of the spells Guidance and Guiding Bolt. They aren't super in character, but they're free, so suck it up. More Importantly, you learn Functions of Probability, helping you bend luck in your favor. When you cast a leveled spell targeting a creature, you can add an effect to a nearby creature (yourself included). A Diminishing Function forces a wisdom save (DC 8 + Chr mod + proficiency), and if it fails it subtracts 1d6 from the next attack roll it makes this round. Turns out swordfighting is hard when your sword is a corkscrew. Alternatively, a Supplemental Function lets a creature add a d6 to an attack or save made in the next round. This part is less believable, but if you're creative I'm sure it'll look good.

Second level sorcerers are a Font of Magic, giving you sorcery points equal to your level per long rest. You can turn them into slots, or turn slots into points. Eventually you can do other things. Also, you can cast Thunderwave now. It destroys objects, you destroy objects, it's a match made in heaven.

Now that you're a third level sorcerer, you can make your spells truly your own thanks to Metamagic! If you cast a Heightened spell, one creature in its effect has disadvantage on their save against it. If you cast an Empowered spell, you can re-roll a couple damage dice. Tearing people in half is generally hard to avoid, and kind of damaging. You can also bend the air itself by casting Dust Devil, creating a Medium sized tornado, dealing damage to creatures nearby and pushing them around. It'll even pick up dust and make things hard to see, though that's kind of a drawback for you.

Use your very first Ability Score Improvement to bump up your Charisma. Kind of a spell-based build, to be honest. Speaking of, Mage Hand probably doesn't have much tearing force behind it, but it's free. You can also cast Shatter for more indiscriminate destruction.

Fifth level sorcerers gain third level spells like Clairvoyance! Now you can see a bird's eye view of the battlefield, tearing your way through it like, well, you.

At sixth level it's about time you started bending the earth to your will. You can Velocity Shift nearby creatures if they start their turn or move within 30' of you. If they fail a charisma save you can shove them to any other point within 30' of you. You can react this way 30' per long rest. Twist debris at people and watch them scatter, it's fun. To help with that, you can also cast Erupting Earth, bending the ground in a 20' cube. This forces dex saves on creatures in the cube, dealing damage and making the area difficult terrain until it's cleaned up.

Seventh level sorcerers get fourth level spells like Stoneskin for even more deadened senses. Now you resist physical damage without having to waste your action every turn. It does use your concentration, but it lasts an hour.

Another ASI! Max out your Charisma for super special eyes. You can also Control Water to create truly damaging whirlpools. There's other options, but whirlpools! Who'd want anything else?

Oh hey, I found something you might want else. It's fifth level spell Bigby's Hand! You can grab people and play with them like a stress ball. Technically there isn't a twisting option, but a Grasping Hand is probably the best you'll do. It'll grapple a huge or smaller creature, and if it successfully does so you can Crush it as a bonus action for damage.

Another Metamagic option! Technically these spells are all just you looking at things, so grab Subtle Spell so you don't have to yell out all your attack names. You can also Mold Earth. It's not that powerful, but it's free twisting. You also get Telekinesis! Again, no "twisting" in the rules, but it's strong enough to lift an object of 1000 pounds, and fine enough to open a door. Their heads should be popping off here.

Sixth level spells! Here are the big boys of the spell world. If you twist anything enough, eventually it'll Disintegrate, dealing plenty of force damage and leaving behind a mess you can't even revive. A little too clean for Fujino, but it's destructive enough.

ASI time. Bump up Constitution for a thicker skin and more HP. HP changes retroactively, so you get an extra 12 HP here.

Did you know turning into rotini is painful? Your enemies certainly know that, thanks to Power Word Pain. If a charmable creature has 100 HP or less, their speed drops to 10', and it gets disadvantage on all attacks, checks, and saves, aside from constitution saves. If it tries to cast a spell, it'll be wasted if it can't pass a constitution save. The target stays in pain forever until it can pass a constitution save.

Cool, so fun thing about these Multi Class Subclasses! As long as you're the correct level, you can take any one feature they have each time you hit the appropriate level in your main class. Since the highest requirement is 14, we're taking Quantum Tunneling now, and we'll pop back to the other one later. Your senses permanently deaden, giving you complete resistance to bludgeoning, piercing, and slashing damage. You can also bend your way through any physical objects, as long as you're willing to deal with a halved movement speed and 1d10 damage each square you move. You also have to end your turn in an empty spot. Playing to character this should leave a huge hole behind you, but maybe you're conscientious? You weren't raised in a barn, after all.

Your eighth level spell is Earthquake. Now no structure in your view is safe from your destructive powers. Tear open the earth, shatter structures, and interrupt concentration, there's nothing you can't do!

Bump up your Dexterity this ASI. Not getting hit is still pretty useful, even if you can't feel it.

Remember when I said turning into rotini hurts? I was wrong. Actually, it kills you. Please grab Power Word Kill to reflect these changes. You have become death, destroyer of mages. You also learn how to cast Distant Spells, doubling your spell's range. Your range should be "anywhere in sight", so this is a step in the right direction.

Okay, I guess we'll grab Null Equation. Once per turn you can twist up a creature you damaged. If they fail a constitution save, they get disadvantage on strength and dexterity saves, and they only deal half damage with weapon attacks, all for a round. You can do this Proficiency times per long rest. Again, real hard to hit people when your femurs are spring shaped.

Use your last ASI for more Constitution for more HP and better concentration.

We've finally done it, we've made a pure sorcerer build! It's time to finally learn the dark secret of the Sorcerer capstone. What feature could be so powerful we've completely avoided it for 200 builds? It's Sorcerous Restoration. You get 4 sorcery points per short rest. It's not good. Sorry.

Pros and Cons

Pros:

You're good at dealing damage, and your most powerful spells deal Force damage, which almost nothing blocks against. That means you're consistent and deadly, a solid combination.

You're so good at damage that it isn't just limited to creatures. Use telekinesis, mold earth, and shatter to tear apart structures that are getting in your way. Walls? Torn down. Steel Beams? Melted. Bridges? Falling down.

Despite spending your entire time in a class with the worst hit dice imaginable, you're pretty tough to kill, with just over 200 HP, a decent AC for a spellcaster, and permanent resistance to physical damage types. To make things worse for fighters, it's also a pain to get near you, since you can tear up the area around you and shunt melee fighters away as a reaction.

Cons:

While you do have magic missile, a lot of your spells deal damage in wide areas, so your party might have words with you about using earthquake one too many times.

While you're good at tearing things up, that's just about all your magic can do. There's the occasional Clairvoyance and some defensive spells, but by and large you're either dealing damage or doing nothing.

Despite your great physical defense, you struggle a bit more against other damage types. If you end up fighting someone who can turn their knife into psychic damage, you might have a problem on your hands.

[ladykatakuri]

First Dance and First Kiss

Commander Fox x F Reader

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Mention of assault, mention of bullying, body awareness

It is a Fluffy piece mostly !

This is my One Shot for Commander Fox and though he might seem too OOC for some, I still hope that you can enjoy it ❤

Summary: You sigh and stand up to face the commander. “I don't have a lover and even if any of the guys here were willing to take me out dancing, I would still want you to do it.” As he relaxes his posture you pat his arm. “You are one of those good guys Fox and I trust you. You never judge me and well…. I like you. It is just this once, after that I will never ask you to do something for me again, I promise.” The smile you show him does not reach your eyes which he notices. But before he can even respond, you walk out of his office.

“You want me to do what exactly?” Fox had to ask, he had to be sure that he heard you right.

“I want you to go dance with me tonight. Did something happen to your ears commander? I thought you had a perfect hearing, at least that is what you claimed after the last health check up.” You look up at the commander currently standing in front of you, hands planted in each side, his helmet slightly tilted to the side as if he was trying to hear you even better than he already did.

“I….. I don't dance.” It comes out with a grumble, almost impossible to hear, yet the way he stands there in front of you makes it all too clear what he is saying. “Why ask me in the first place! Ask your lover or friend or whatever. I'm certain there are enough people around to take you out for this kind of thing.”

You sigh and stand up to face the commander. “I don't have a lover and even if any of the guys here were willing to take me out dancing, I would still want you to do it.” As he relaxes his posture you pat his arm. “You are one of those good guys Fox and I trust you. You never judge me and well…. I like you. It is just this once, after that I will never ask you to do something for me again, I promise.” The smile you show him does not reach your eyes which he notices. But before he can even respond, you walk out of his office.

Puzzled by your request, he takes off his helmet and sits down behind his desk. His ever present caf at hand, Fox scratches the back of his neck when one of his fellow guard members steps in.

“Sir, I have some reports here for you to look over and a request from one of the senators for a guard during a trip.” Stone stops in his tracks when he sees his commander staring at his caf. “Everything alright sir?”

“Stone, yes, sorry. I was just … thinking. You have something for me?” Reaching out to Stone, he looks up at a grinning commander staring at him. “What ? “

Stone can not help but grin. There was only one person that would have his commanding officer so puzzled and she had just left his office. “What did she do this time sir? I know Y/N was just here. That girl always seems to confuse you somehow.”

Knowing that Stone was one of the very few that actually knew you very well, Fox decides to have a small chat with him. Standing up he waves at the chair in front of his desk. “Take a seat, Stone.” Closing the door to his office he turns around to take a seat as well.

“You know Y/N pretty well, right?” He grabs his caf and takes a big sip. Thank the maker for caf, without it he would not make it through these days on Coruscant, especially not when he is faced with an alluring person such as you who comes with the strangest requests sometimes.

“We go back some time sir. Met her at Dex's Diner and we hit it off right off the bat, Have been good friends ever since.” Stone knows all too well that you have a thing for his commander and you finally seem to have decided to do something about it, with a lot of encouragement from Stone of course. But, whatever it is you asked his commander, it has left him completely confused and Stone would make sure to enjoy this for as long as he could without having to suffer the wrath of said commander.

Fox seems to think things over for a minute before he speaks up again. “She…. She asked me to take her out dancing tonight.” A slight heat creeps up on his cheeks as he looks at Stone.

“So? What's the problem? You don't want to go out with her or you have other plans?” Stone can not help but chuckle as he watches his commander not only have a tinge of dark coming up on his cheeks , but even fidget with his cup of caf. It is so unlike Fox to be this nervous. He has had others ask him out on dates before and none of them ever made him even the slightest bit nervous. Yet here he was, fidgety and asking him, Stone, about you!

“No plans Stone, just…. I don`t know. She is a great person and, how can I put this? Different…. Why would she suddenly ask me to take her out dancing? I don`t dance!” Confused and bewildered, Fox throws his hands up as he looks at the commander in front of him. “She asked me for things in the past, and sometimes … Well sometimes she would just ask things I did not even understand. I mean, seriously, what in Makers name did she need a box of Jawa dolls for? Or why did she want me to escort a Gungan to a brothel?”

Stone gasps and then can not help but grab for his sides as he wheezes. The thought of his commanding officer escorting a Gungan to a brothel is just too much for his sanity. “She -wheeze- asked you to -wheeze- escort….?”

Fox stops him by holding up a hand. “I seriously don't want to talk about that.”

For a moment it seems as if Stone is unable to gather his wits again, but then he deeply inhales and calms down. “Sir, I know that she can come up with the weirdest things sometimes. But, how well do you really know her yourself?” He looks at Fox, who scratches his chin and reaches for his caf.

“I know she is kind, actually, one of the sweetest people you can meet here on Coruscant. She helped senators Amidala and Chuchi once with relief goods on Ryloth. She also tried to petition for clone rights once and she seems to be involved with some orphanage.”

To Stone`s surprise, it seems as though Fox knows more of your activities than he ever led on in the past. He must have been keeping tabs on you without any of his brothers knowing it. “That is just part of her story though. When I met her at Dex`s, she was just back from the hospital. She was attacked by some hoodlums that tried to assault her.”

That bit of information has Fox perk up, ready to ask questions and the glint in his eyes told Stone enough. Holding up his hand this time, he stops Fox from asking anything. “Please, let me continue.”

Reluctantly, Fox nods at the request and remains silent, holding in the questions that arose with that last bit of information.

“I got to spend some time with her while I was waiting for my order and well, we hit it off. Before we knew it, we would spend time together watching cheesy holo vids or having lunch or dinner at Dex`s, or if i could convince her, she would join me for a night at 79`s. She also opened up to me on her past and…. Sir, you know she has issues with how she perceives herself?”

This question has Fox raising his eyebrows. “Issues? How she perceives herself? Why would she have issues like that?”

Stone chuckles at that answer, clearly his commanding officer has a thing for Y/N and he is happy to hear and see this. “She grew up with people bullying her because of how she looks. Full body, stretch marks that she tried to hide all the time, scars from fights and accidents and when she was old enough, she decided to cover up some of those marks with tattoos. That only set her apart more from the people around her. No matter how beautiful she was, inside and out, I would like to add, she was bullied for it. Those who did not bully, would take advantage of her kind heart and when they no longer needed her, discarded her. When she made enough credits with the odd jobs here and there, she left for Coruscant and tried to make a living here. She managed to make some friends here who recognise her as the good and kind person she is and the beauty that is her own, but we both know that judgement is everywhere, no matter who you are and where you come from.”

Stone stops telling the story for as far as he believes he can tell it without compromising your trust in him. Your greatest secrets, he will not divulge, no matter who asks him. He will explain to his commander why you had asked him to take you out dancing and then, hopefully, you will both have the happy ending to this story that you both so deserve. You because of the amazing person you are, the commander because this man protects his family at the cost of his own health and sanity. Two peas in a pod the two of you are and you deserve every bit of happiness you can get.

“She asked you to take her out dancing because a friend of hers is getting married. The party she was invited to is at a nightclub in the city. She will have some friends there but also people who look down on her. For once I convinced her to ask someone to take her on a date and enjoy herself. We both know why she asked you though, right commander?”

Looking at the wide grin on Stone`s face, Fox can feel a burning sensation creeping up on his cheeks and quickly grabs his caf to take a sip. From what Stone has told him and the hints that he has given him, he finally realised that you felt the same as he does. And now, you were giving him the chance to show you that the feelings are indeed mutual.

Fox smiles and quickly types a message on his comm. “Guess I should look up some tips on how not to look like a complete di`kut on the dancefloor.”

That night changes everything for you and Fox.

When he came over to your apartment to pick you up for your date, he was both surprised and the most happy person in the galaxy. You wore the perfect dress for the evening, black with red trimming and to honor him and thank him, a small, red fox brooch just above your heart. The dress was showing just enough of your cleavage and loose enough on other places to cover for what you considered to be the less attractive places of your body. A little bit of makeup and the perfume you wore was intoxicating, as if you were covered in pheromones that wreaked havoc on his senses.

“You look amazing.” Fox had no words to truly describe how beautiful you looked, standing in your door while the neon lights were reflected in your eyes.

A blush creeps up on your cheeks as you smile at the man standing in front of you. For a moment you don't know what to answer until you have a better look at him.

“Y...You look handsome.” Dressed in civilian clothing, Fox looked like a dream. Black pants and jacket with his always favorite colour red for a dress shirt. He looked every bit the part of a casually clothed sophisticated man. That combined with his handsome features and mesmerizing brown eyes had you stumble out the compliment.

“ What the kriff am I saying?! “ You slap your own forehead as you think about what you just said. But then, you did tell the truth, Fox is handsome and he looks amazing dressed as he is.

With a deep chuckle Fox looks at you. “Thank you for the compliment.” He holds out his arm for you to grab hold of and escorts you to the taxi that he came with to pick you up.

“So, commander, what made you change your mind? As I recall you said you don`t dance?” You grin as you turn your head to Fox. Sitting in the back of the taxi, on your way to the party with a handsome man at your side, you finally calmed down enough to get some of your spirit back.

“I just realized, I had a good reason to accept the gracious invite you made.” The soft smile and the gleam in his eyes has you wonder what he could mean by that. But before you could reply, the taxi stops in front of the nightclub where your friend celebrates her upcoming marriage. You take a deep breath as you take the hand that reaches out for you and step out of the taxi and make your way to a night of celebration and insecurities.

As you step into the warm, dimly lit club the first thing you hear is the music playing and the murmuring voices of people spread across the place. A sudden clear voice calls out your name and you see your beloved friend approach. A cloud of green lace and silk topped by a wild bush of black curls storms towards you and before you can even stutter out a hello, you are tightly embraced. “I am so glad you came! I know you hate these kinds of things, but I am so happy and you look so good! And who is your handsome boyfriend?”

Not even allowing you to answer any of the rapidly fired questions she turns around towards Fox and holds out her hand. “I am Keera. You two look amazing together! Thank you for coming with her, she deserves to be happy and have some fun.” With a bright smile, the whirlwind named Keera does not even allow Fox to answer and already walks off to the next person she sees entering the club.

You look at Fox, to say you blush would be the understatement of the year. “I… I am sorry Fox. Keera can be, well she can be a lot to handle when you first meet her. And this is her while sober, so imagine her drinking and you are in for a hurricane.” You sheepishly laugh while you scratch the back of your head.

Fox just laughs and looks at the woman that just left the two of you behind. Spread across the club, people are staring at the two of you and some quickly begin to mumble behind their hands when they notice him looking their way.

The music that begins to play is a slow melody and you begin to softly hum along with it. The song is old but has always been a favorite of yours and some of your friends and Keera has always claimed it as her wedding song.

“So, how about it? You did ask me to take you out dancing this evening didn't you?” Fox, standing in front of you. holds out his hand and waits for you to take it so he can guide you to the dancefloor.

Taking his hand you look him in the eyes. “ Will you tell me what the realization was and why you just had to accept my gracious invite then?” His mentioning in the taxi on the way to the nightclub still had you wondering so you took the chance to ask him.

“I might, or I will just show you.” Fox, knowing this only ignites your curiosity, guides you to the dancefloor and wraps one arm around you while he holds your hand with the other, tugging your entwined hands against his chest. Slowly he begins to sway with you in his arms.

As the two of you sway around on the floor, completely in your own world at that moment, people notice the two of you and every now and then you pick up a few mumbled words. “Cute….” “Clone trooper.” “Couple…”

The only thing you do truly notice however, is your dear friend, standing at the edge of the dancefloor together with some of your other trusted friends. She waves at you as you pass by in the warm embrace of Fox and when she notices you looking at her she forms a heart with her hands as she grins. A blush creeps up again on your cheeks when you turn your look at the man holding you.

“She is perceptive, your friend.” His lips softly brush your ear as he whispers.

Surprised you look up at him. “You…?”

Without even batting an eye Fox tilts his head and gently kisses you. It is a short moment where your lips meet and you both sigh and relax in eachothers arms. “Stone will have a field day telling us he knew.” He chuckles when he sees the look on your face go from shock to surprise and then a sweet mix of happiness and comfort.

Grinning, you put your hand in his neck and push his face towards yours. “I don't care what people say Fox. Let them talk.” Once more your lips meet for a sweet kiss as you both sway in place on a melody that already had stopped playing.

“Guess we will have many more days and nights to move on together runi .” The use of the pet name has you sigh as you rest your head against his shoulder, nuzzling his neck. You will find out what it exactly means another time, for now you will just enjoy being here with the man you admired and had a crush on for a long, long time.

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Sparktober Bingo 2021!

Back for a new generation: Sparktober Bingo!

Instead of coming up with an Atlantis-specific list of prompts, I compiled a bunch of 2021 -tober prompt lists into one google doc here. (Links to original prompt lists are on the google doc.) Add in a list of Atlantis episodes and...

How to play:

Choose a “flavor” from the prompt sets below the cut, then paste it into this fandom bingo card generator.

Adjust your browser size til it looks right and take a screenshot, or use the html script if you’re familiar with using html on tumblr. Tag @sparktober​ if you want us to reblog it so everyone knows you’re playing!

  Sparktober Bingo Rules:

Complete a row/column, corners, or a blackout of your card by November 1, or not! Update as you go.

All fan-works are allowed: art, edits, fic, meta... bonus points to anyone who picks the “sprinkles” flavor and goes full mid-aughts by filling their bingo cards with 100x100 pixel icons.

You are allowed to pull multiple cards until you get one that inspires you, and you can also go through the prompt list of your choice in advance to pull out squicks or things you absolutely won’t write. I recommend not googling unfamiliar words from your work computer.

Use the prompts liberally! Episode titles can be treated as the episode or as generic prompts (e.g. “Epiphany” can be for an episode-related fic or a prompt for an epiphany of your choice).

  Flavor descriptions:

VANILLA: Gen prompt lists from Fictober, Inktober, Trektober Gen, and Trektober Trek.

CHOCOLATE: Zesty prompt lists from Trektober NSFW, Kinktober, and Whumptober. The multiple-prompts-per-day from Kinktober and Whumptober have been broken into individual prompts.

CANDY CORN: Fall / holiday themed prompts from TUA-tober.

SPRINKLES: Atlantis episode list (in order, in case you only want to copy certain seasons), along with characters and a few Atlantis-specific prompts.

TWIST: All of the above! (You can also manually mix and match different flavors, of course.)

Text blocks to copy into the bingo card generator are below the cut. Enjoy!!

VANILLA

“I need you.”; “You have no proof.”; “I’ve waited for this.”; “Fine, I give up.”; “I’m not saying I told you so…”; “Didn’t we already have this conversation?”; “That could have gone better.”; “This is it, isn’t it?”; “There’s no right side to this.”; “It’s so quiet.”; “I swear, it’s not always like this.”; “You keep me safe.”; “The things you make me do…”; “Your information was wrong.”; “I like that in you.”; “Not this again.”; “I’m with you, you know that.”; “This was not part of the plan.”; “I feel strange.”; “That’s what I’m known for.”; “What did I say?”; “No promises.”; “This time, do what I say.”; “Is this supposed to impress me?”; “Do you know what time it is?”; “I’m sure this has never worked, ever.”; “You could have died!”; “I don’t have to explain myself.”; “Why are we whispering?”; “Don’t ruin this.”; “Take me with you.”; Crystal; Suit; Vessel; Knot; Raven; Spirit; Fan; Watch; Pressure; Pick; Sour; Stuck; Roof; Tick; Helmet; Compass; Collide; Moon; Loop; Sprout; Fuzzy; Open; Leak; Extinct; Splat; Connect; Spark; Crispy; Patch; Slither; Risk; Meet-Cute; Amnesia; Age Difference; Pining; Sick Fic; Fake Relationship; Accidental Meeting; Epistolary; Secret Identity; Historical AU; Nightmares; Monster Hunter; Reunion; Soulmates; At Pride; Angst; Seasons; Fix-It; Coffee Shop; Movie Plot AU; Kid Fic; Actor's Other Crossover Work; OT+; Getting Together; Only One Bed; Pirates; Making Up; Forbidden Relationship; Tattoos; Halloween; Prime Directive; Lower Decks / Background Characters; Away Mission; Ship's Bar; Aliens Made Them Do It; Observation Deck; Crew with Family; Holodeck; Science Crew; Character Survives; Headcanons; Diplomacy; Decontamination; Trek Crossover; Replicator; Worldbuilding; Redshirts; Sex / Love Potion; Medical Crew; Transporters; Medbay; Interspecies Relationship; Mirrorverse; Uniforms; Mutiny; Stranded on a Planet; Rec Room; Academy Era; Second Contact; Command Crew; Off-Duty

  CHOCOLATE

A/B/O; Soft; Anonymous Sex; Penetration with Object/s; Sleeping; Intercrural Sex; Restraints; In/Under Water; Group Sex; First Time; Possessive Behavior; Dry Humping / Grinding; Overstimulation; Roleplay; Rimming; Stretching / Fisting; Power Imbalance; Food Play; Fingering; Body Worship; Sex Work; Voyeurism / Exhibitionism; Safewords; Technology; Oral Sex; Omorashi / Wetting; Crying; Underwear / Lingerie; Friends with Benefits; Pain Kink; Dirty Talk; Trick or Treat; All trussed up and nowhere to go; Talking is overrated; Sticks and stones may break my bones...; Trust fall; I've got red in my ledger; Touch and go; My spidey-sense is tingling; Coughing up a lung; Rumors of my death are greatly exaggerated; Oops, I did it again; Just keep swimming; It'll be fun, they said; That's gonna leave a mark; Under pressure; Feed a cold, starve a fever; On a need-to-know basis; Field care 101; The doctor is in; Just a scratch; Lost & found; That's where the blood's supposed to be; They made me do it; You break it, you buy it; One down, two to go; Hide & Seek; You will go down with this ship; “I'm fine, I prom...”; It's (not) just in your head; All work and no play; Digging your grave; Hurt & Comfort; “You have to let go.”; Garotte; Taunting; “Do you trust me?”; Betrayal; Bruises; Helplessness; Pneumothorax; Presumed Dead; Hospital; Adrift; Torture; “This is gonna suck.”; Crush injuries; Delirium; Recovery; “Please don't move.”; “Now smile for the camera.”; Bitten; Trunk; Bleeding through bandages; Cursed; Auction; Self-induced injuries to escape; Escape; Fallen; Passing out; “Good, you're finally awake.”; “You're still not dead?”; Major character death; Disaster zone; Barbed Wire; Choking; Insults; Taken Hostage; Misunderstanding; Touch Starved; Numbness; Exotic Illness; (Blind) Rage; Flare-Up; Drowning; Made To Watch; Burns; Beaten; Fever Dreams; Scars; Hemorrhage; Doctor Visit; Bleeding; Trapped Under Water; Pressure; Demon; Ransom; Flashback; Flight; Waterfall; Vertigo; Nightmares; Too Weak To Move; Left For Dead; Trauma; Bound; Gagged; “Who Did This To You?”; Pushed; Broken Nose; Hunger; Blindness; “Definitely Just A Cold”; Tears; Ice Chips; Dehydration; Begging; Cauterization; Force; Bees; Aftermath; Dread; Cpr; Stabbing; Solitary Confinement; Blood-Matted Hair; Obsession; Pursuit; Revenge; Hiding; Trap Door; Collapse; Panic; Overworked; Ghosts; Prisoner; Losing Control; Threats; Caning; Mercy; Forgotten; Head Injury; Screaming; Comfort; Self-Sacrifice; Trapped; Near-Death Experience; Regret; Tragedy; Battlefield; Anxiety; Gore; Petplay; Bimbofication; Panties & Lingerie; Bondage; Double Penetration in 2 Holes; Breeding; Humiliation; NTR; Incest; Emeto; Omorashi; Free Use; Crossdressing; Public; Three (or more) some; Daddy & Mommy; Double Penetration in 1 Hole; Distention & Cockbulge; Xenophilia; Shotgunning; Watersports; Pregnancy; Lactation; Waxplay; Grooming; Human Furniture; Feet; Prostituion; MacroMicro; Spanking; Cockwarming; Glory Hole; Somnophilia; Body Modification; Temperature Play; Leather; Size Difference; Sounding; Stockings; Tentacles; Medical Play; Stripping; Orgasm Denial; Master & slave; Scissoring; Titfucking; Frottage; Knifeplay; Formal Wear; Breathplay; Fisting; Pegging; Scat; Beastiality; Fucking Machine; Tickling; Boot Worship; Bukkake; Collaring; Foodplay; Non or dubcon; Feederism; Sensory Deprivation; Oviposition; Clone & Selfcest; Exhibitionism & Voyeurism; Impact Play; Sadomasochism; Bloodplay; Praise Kink; Body Swap; Sweat; Branding; Massage; Role Reversal; Armpit; Masturbation; Inflation; Sex Toys; Burnplay; Menophilia; Stuck in Wall; Deepthroating & Facesitting; Dacryphilia; Hate Sex

  CANDY CORN

Birthday; Sick Day; Autumn; Candles; Plaid / Flannel; Leaf Piles; Sweaters; Baking; Cinnamon; Pumpkin Spice Latte; Carnival; Movie Night; Candy; Graveyard; Black Cats; Goosebumps; Pumpkin; Party; Monster; Ghosts; Witch; Vampire; Traditions; Magic; Mask; Haunted House; Trick; Treat; Costume; Monster Mash; Halloween

  SPRINKLES

Rising Part 1; Rising Part 2; Hide and Seek; Thirty-Eight Minutes; Suspicion; Childhood's End; Poisoning the Well; Underground; Home; The Storm; The Eye; The Defiant One; Hot Zone; Sanctuary; Before I Sleep; The Brotherhood; Letters from Pegasus; The Gift; The Siege Part 1; The Siege Part 2; The Siege Part 3; The Intruder; Runner; Duet; Condemned; Trinity; Instinct; Conversion; Aurora; The Lost Boys; The Hive; Epiphany; Critical Mass; Grace Under Pressure; The Tower; The Long Goodbye; Coup d'Etat; Michael; Inferno; Allies; No Man's Land; Misbegotten; Irresistible; Sateda; Progeny; The Real World; Common Ground; McKay and Mrs. Miller; Phantoms; The Return Part 1; The Return Part 2; Echoes; Irresponsible; Tao of Rodney; The Game; The Ark; Sunday; Submersion; Vengeance; First Strike; Adrift; Lifeline; Reunion; Doppelganger; Travelers; Tabula Rasa; Missing; The Seer; Miller's Crossing; This Mortal Coil; Be All My Sins Remember'd; Spoils of War; Quarantine; Harmony; Outcast; Trio; Midway; The Kindred Part 1; The Kindred Part 2; The Last Man; Search and Rescue; The Seed; Broken Ties; The Daedalus Variations; Ghost in the Machine; The Shrine; Whispers; The Queen; Tracker; First Contact; The Lost Tribe; Outsiders; Inquisition; The Prodigal; Remnants; Brain Storm; Infection; Identity; Vegas; Enemy at the Gate; Ronon Dex; Teyla Emmagan; John Sheppard; Carson Beckett; Elizabeth Weir; Rodney McKay; Jennifer Keller; Samantha Carter; Aiden Ford; Radek Zelenka; Kate Heightmeyer; Evan Lorne; Laura Cadman; Kolya; Chuck; Peter Grodin; Steven Caldwell; Lantea; Ocean; Ancient(s); Richard Woolsey; Athosians; Daedalus; Wraith; Nanites; Asurans; Genii; DHD; SGC; Stargate; Earth; Antarctica; Ascension

 TWIST

“I need you.”; “You have no proof.”; “I’ve waited for this.”; “Fine, I give up.”; “I’m not saying I told you so…”; “Didn’t we already have this conversation?”; “That could have gone better.”; “This is it, isn’t it?”; “There’s no right side to this.”; “It’s so quiet.”; “I swear, it’s not always like this.”; “You keep me safe.”; “The things you make me do…”; “Your information was wrong.”; “I like that in you.”; “Not this again.”; “I’m with you, you know that.”; “This was not part of the plan.”; “I feel strange.”; “That’s what I’m known for.”; “What did I say?”; “No promises.”; “This time, do what I say.”; “Is this supposed to impress me?”; “Do you know what time it is?”; “I’m sure this has never worked, ever.”; “You could have died!”; “I don’t have to explain myself.”; “Why are we whispering?”; “Don’t ruin this.”; “Take me with you.”; Crystal; Suit; Vessel; Knot; Raven; Spirit; Fan; Watch; Pressure; Pick; Sour; Stuck; Roof; Tick; Helmet; Compass; Collide; Moon; Loop; Sprout; Fuzzy; Open; Leak; Extinct; Splat; Connect; Spark; Crispy; Patch; Slither; Risk; Meet-Cute; Amnesia; Age Difference; Pining; Sick Fic; Fake Relationship; Accidental Meeting; Epistolary; Secret Identity; Historical AU; Nightmares; Monster Hunter; A/B/O; Reunion; Soulmates; At Pride; Angst; Seasons; Fix-It; Coffee Shop; Movie Plot AU; Kid Fic; Actor's Other Crossover Work; OT+; Getting Together; Only One Bed; Pirates; Making Up; Forbidden Relationship; Tattoos; Halloween; Prime Directive; Lower Decks / Background Characters; Away Mission; Ship's Bar; Aliens Made Them Do It; Observation Deck; Crew with Family; Holodeck; Science Crew; Character Survives; Headcanons; Diplomacy; Decontamination; Trek Crossover; Replicator; Worldbuilding; Redshirts; Sex / Love Potion; Medical Crew; Transporters; Medbay; Interspecies Relationship; Mirrorverse; Uniforms; Mutiny; Stranded on a Planet; Rec Room; Academy Era; Second Contact; Command Crew; Off-Duty; Soft; Anonymous Sex; Penetration with Object/s; Sleeping; Intercrural Sex; Restraints; In/Under Water; Group Sex; First Time; Possessive Behavior; Dry Humping / Grinding; Overstimulation; Roleplay; Rimming; Stretching / Fisting; Power Imbalance; Food Play; Fingering; Body Worship; Sex Work; Voyeurism / Exhibitionism; Safewords; Technology; Oral Sex; Omorashi / Wetting; Crying; Underwear / Lingerie; Friends with Benefits; Pain Kink; Dirty Talk; Trick or Treat; All trussed up and nowhere to go; Talking is overrated; Sticks and stones may break my bones...; Trust fall; I've got red in my ledger; Touch and go; My spidey-sense is tingling; Coughing up a lung; Rumors of my death are greatly exaggerated; Oops, I did it again; Just keep swimming; It'll be fun, they said; That's gonna leave a mark; Under pressure; Feed a cold, starve a fever; On a need-to-know basis; Field care 101; The doctor is in; Just a scratch; Lost & found; That's where the blood's supposed to be; They made me do it; You break it, you buy it; One down, two to go; You will go down with this ship; “I'm fine, I prom...”; It's (not) just in your head; All work and no play; Digging your grave; Hurt & Comfort; “You have to let go.”; Garotte; Taunting; “Do you trust me?”; Betrayal; Bruises; Helplessness; Pneumothorax; Presumed Dead; Hospital; Adrift; Torture; “This is gonna suck.”; Crush injuries; Delirium; Recovery; “Please don't move.”; “Now smile for the camera.”; Bitten; Trunk; Bleeding through bandages; Cursed; Auction; Self-induced injuries to escape; Escape; Fallen; Passing out; “Good, you're finally awake.”; “You're still not dead?”; Major character death; Disaster zone; Barbed Wire; Choking; Insults; Taken Hostage; Misunderstanding; Touch Starved; Numbness; Exotic Illness; (Blind) Rage; Flare-Up; Drowning; Made To Watch; Burns; Beaten; Fever Dreams; Scars; Hemorrhage; Doctor Visit; Bleeding; Trapped Under Water; Demon; Ransom; Flashback; Flight; Waterfall; Vertigo; Too Weak To Move; Left For Dead; Trauma; Bound; Gagged; “Who Did This To You?”; Pushed; Broken Nose; Hunger; Blindness; “Definitely Just A Cold”; Tears; Ice Chips; Dehydration; Begging; Cauterization; Force; Bees; Aftermath; Dread; Cpr; Stabbing; Solitary Confinement; Blood-Matted Hair; Obsession; Pursuit; Revenge; Hiding; Trap Door; Collapse; Panic; Overworked; Ghosts; Prisoner; Losing Control; Threats; Caning; Mercy; Forgotten; Head Injury; Screaming; Comfort; Self-Sacrifice; Trapped; Near-Death Experience; Regret; Tragedy; Battlefield; Anxiety; Gore; Petplay; Bimbofication; Panties & Lingerie; Bondage; Double Penetration in 2 Holes; Breeding; Humiliation; NTR; Incest; Emeto; Omorashi; Free Use; Crossdressing; Public; Three (or more) some; Daddy & Mommy; Double Penetration in 1 Hole; Distention & Cockbulge; Xenophilia; Shotgunning; Watersports; Pregnancy; Lactation; Waxplay; Grooming; Human Furniture; Feet; Prostituion; MacroMicro; Spanking; Cockwarming; Glory Hole; Somnophilia; Body Modification; Temperature Play; Leather; Size Difference; Sounding; Stockings; Tentacles; Medical Play; Stripping; Orgasm Denial; Master & slave; Scissoring; Titfucking; Frottage; Knifeplay; Formal Wear; Breathplay; Fisting; Pegging; Scat; Beastiality; Fucking Machine; Tickling; Boot Worship; Bukkake; Collaring; Foodplay; Non or dubcon; Feederism; Sensory Deprivation; Oviposition; Clone & Selfcest; Exhibitionism & Voyeurism; Impact Play; Sadomasochism; Bloodplay; Praise Kink; Body Swap; Sweat; Branding; Massage; Role Reversal; Armpit; Masturbation; Inflation; Sex Toys; Burnplay; Menophilia; Stuck in Wall; Deepthroating & Facesitting; Dacryphilia; Hate Sex; Birthday; Sick Day; Autumn; Candles; Plaid / Flannel; Leaf Piles; Sweaters; Baking; Cinnamon; Pumpkin Spice Latte; Carnival; Movie Night; Candy; Graveyard; Black Cats; Goosebumps; Pumpkin; Party; Monster; Witch; Vampire; Traditions; Magic; Mask; Haunted House; Trick; Treat; Costume; Monster Mash; Rising Part 1; Rising Part 2; Hide and Seek; Thirty-Eight Minutes; Suspicion; Childhood's End; Poisoning the Well; Underground; Home; The Storm; The Eye; The Defiant One; Hot Zone; Sanctuary; Before I Sleep; The Brotherhood; Letters from Pegasus; The Gift; The Siege Part 1; The Siege Part 2; The Siege Part 3; The Intruder; Runner; Duet; Condemned; Trinity; Instinct; Conversion; Aurora; The Lost Boys; The Hive; Epiphany; Critical Mass; Grace Under Pressure; The Tower; The Long Goodbye; Coup d'Etat; Michael; Inferno; Allies; No Man's Land; Misbegotten; Irresistible; Sateda; Progeny; The Real World; Common Ground; McKay and Mrs. Miller; Phantoms; The Return Part 1; The Return Part 2; Echoes; Irresponsible; Tao of Rodney; The Game; The Ark; Sunday; Submersion; Vengeance; First Strike; Lifeline; Doppelganger; Travelers; Tabula Rasa; Missing; The Seer; Miller's Crossing; This Mortal Coil; Be All My Sins Remember'd; Spoils of War; Quarantine; Harmony; Outcast; Trio; Midway; The Kindred Part 1; The Kindred Part 2; The Last Man; Search and Rescue; The Seed; Broken Ties; The Daedalus Variations; Ghost in the Machine; The Shrine; Whispers; The Queen; Tracker; First Contact; The Lost Tribe; Outsiders; Inquisition; The Prodigal; Remnants; Brain Storm; Infection; Identity; Vegas; Enemy at the Gate; Ronon Dex; Teyla Emmagan; John Sheppard; Carson Beckett; Elizabeth Weir; Rodney McKay; Jennifer Keller; Samantha Carter; Aiden Ford; Radek Zelenka; Kate Heightmeyer; Evan Lorne; Laura Cadman; Kolya; Chuck; Peter Grodin; Steven Caldwell; Lantea; Ocean; Ancient(s); Richard Woolsey; Athosians; Daedalus; Wraith; Nanites; Asurans; Genii; DHD; SGC; Stargate; Earth; Antarctica; Ascension