#dya's nonsense

[rr-sheep]

hey Russel can you like..draw dya as a really sad and messed up vocaloid

.~.Nonesense Speeker.~.

🖤(fnf/dnb D.Y.A vocaloid-fanart-song-cover).🖤

[charmwasjess]

Thoughts about Dooku and Sifo Dyas in the imperial era? Like if they role-swapped with Cal Kestis' or something?

Oh, this is SUCH a fun ask, thank you. :D 

Dooku in an Imperial world. It seems like it would be so tasty, but I might be getting too distracted picturing him in those slutty little uniforms. 

The problem I see is that Dooku by RotS seemed so genuinely fucked up to me, to the point of being almost incapable of thriving in an Imperial world. Legends does a great job depicting his absolutely crumbling mental and emotional state, a man who loses track of his own POV and replaces it with Sidious’s in the middle of a book he’s narrating, but I think even in the relatively sparser depictions of him during that time in current canon, the cracks show. He’s not scheming against either Palpatine or the Jedi effectively, he seems like he’s losing control of his own kingdom of lies, his final (?) Clone Wars appearance with the ritual to psychic-attack Yoda, he seems downright fucking miserable the whole time. He’s like just sitting in a room dissociating when Sidious calls to tell him he’ll need his blood for this ritual, and you can fucking HEAR his sigh. 

Beyond his emotional and mental state, I don't feel like we have a clear idea of what Dooku thought his own end game for after the war. Stover’s batshit “honorable retirement in Sidious’s wonderful new Empire” smells a little off to me and I think the RotS novel got decanonized? I could see him wanting to take over training of the Inquisitors - fuck, he’s been trying to do that with his Sith apprentices for ages - but really, is Sidious going to let him anywhere near that project? Somehow, I don't think so.

I think Dooku ends up quite like he himself daydreams about in Yoda: Dark Rendezvous:

I don’t see a depressed, lightning-cooked shell of himself doing particularly well or lasting long in a cutthroat Imperial command structure. Vader was groomed for the role for years and still is shown struggling with his position in the OT. 

Of course, it’s much more fun to picture him coming to his senses, realizing Sidious’s bullshit, and joining the fight against the Empire in some kind of personal vendetta against the man who convinced him to destroy everything he loved and then planned to dump him, but… I don’t know. Dooku seems broken and defeated to me at the end, and coming to his senses about everything he gave up to get to that rock bottom, I think would completely collapse him as a person. I’m trying to do something like this in my fic The Thunder Answered Back, which... perhaps tellingly... hasn't been updated in a year because Dooku just keeps lying down on the floor. 

Sifo-Dyas is much more interesting and likely to my mind, because he’s essentially been preparing his whole life for this moment. The Living Force has him by the end of his life being able to use his precognition effectively enough that the Council is using it as a tool, presumably that would be a huge advantage in staying one step ahead of Imperial raids and Inquisitors. He’s also a Jedi Master, former High Councilmember, trained by a High Republic era Jedi Master himself. He represents a huge amount of generational knowledge of the Jedi Order.

@dapurinthos had a FANTASTIC Sifo-Dyas on the Path AU post reply somewhere that I wish I could find because they are smarter and funnier than me and it was truly perfect. In summation: yes, Sifo-Dyas is a huge pain in the ass for the Empire. Boinking Inquisitors on the head features strongly.

Now. Fanfic nonsense it? Swap in younger idealist Dooku and his seer bestie Sifo-Dyas into a Cal Kestis scenario? Two brave fated young Padawans against the Empire? No. They die the first day. Going off just the first part of Dooku: Jedi Lost, those two idiots lost a fight with: a bookshelf, each other, literally some bacta, a hallucination (several times), Dooku’s dad, moss… and that’s just going off the top of my head.

Sorry guys. They get crushed in one of those scary doors in like the first two seconds.

[calcedon79]

I was bored

Okay, to prevent total withdrawal, I'll serve you guys from the mine crew a little treat from a nonsense story I write on from time to time. It's only roughly translated and not stylistically polished (and it's late). So have mercy.

Boli, this opening chapter was heavily inspired by your Mud story, but somehow our chaos-blorbos have to run into each othe

Random acquaintances

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Sifo-Dyas brushed a few sweaty strands out of his eyes. His hairband had fallen victim to a low-hanging branch. (Message to self: pack a second one for next outing)

"Of course," Jocasta Nu gasped stubbornly, struggling the last few meters up to the ledge of the old castle wall, "Master Sinube did say we could look around a bit."

"Yes, but we were supposed to stay in sight," grumbled the third of the group, his normally immaculately groomed initiate tunic soiled and torn in one place. (Stupid thorns)

" We are, Yan." The petite girl took a deep breath and put her arms on her hips. " We can see the big plaza from up there."

"I don't think that's what he meant," the slender Minashee boy dared to disagree.

"Mmmpf. Then he should phrase it better next time." She stared calculatingly up the half-collapsed defensive wall. Why did all the masters thought that Jocasta was the voice of reason in their trio? (Laughable!).

"Come on, exploring an old fortress like this is much more exciting than listening to lectures about textiles all day."

The two boys looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders. "True enough."

*

From the courtyard of the old fortress, there was the sound of metal hitting stone.

"Let's go and have a look."

"Jo, do you really think that's a good idea?" Sifo-Dyas made no secret of his skepticism.

"Oh, don't be such nunas." The eldest of their group rolled her eyes. "Come on. Let's go and see what this is."

"If we ever die trying out one of your ideas, I won't say another word to you," was Yan's reply as he walked past her.

After all, it had also been Jo's idea to bypass the fuse on the old turbolift and travel to the lower levels of the temple. (Maybe they should have checked the power supply first. Their two-week stay in the Halls of Healing had been no fun - neither had the trouble they'd gotten into with Master Sinube).

*

Jaster lowered his Beskard. (Okay, actually, it wasn't his.) Why did ba'buir have to take this job? No fighting, no proper libraries, how dull!

"That looks interesting," a friendly voice interrupted Jaster's exercises.

In front of him were three other children his age. Locals? Although, the other people's clothes were much more colorful than those of the newcomers. Maybe it was a school uniform or something. Jaster shrugged inwardly.

"Did you hurt yourself?" the tallest boy asked cautiously, taking a step towards him. "We didn't mean to scare you."

"No, no. Everything's fine." Jaster hurried to his feet. "I just didn't hear you coming."

"It's important to always keep an eye on your surroundings." The second boy's dark eyes scrutinized him coolly. At least until a blow to the back of his head from the girl sent the little guy staggering forward.

"Yan! Behave yourself and be polite," she hissed, to which the black-haired boy immediately muttered an apology in Jaster's direction.

Wow, the petite figure had her companions well in hand.

"Uhh, no problem. No harm done," Jaster waved it off. "My name is Jaster Mereel, by the way, and who are you?"

"The tall one with the long hair is Sifo-Dyas, the rude one is called Yan Dooku," introduced the girl with the turquoise ponytail. "And I'm Jocasta Nu."

Before any of the boys could make a sound, she continued: "Is that a traditional Midrim sword? I didn't know swords were used here. What metal is it made of?"

"What?" Jaster blinked, caught off guard by the volley of energetic questions. "Uh, no… it's a beskad and it's made of beskar."

"Beskar?" the boy introduced as Sifo-Dyas now asked with interest. "Ohh, that super cool Mandalorian metal."

"How did you get your hands on a weapon like that?" the Dooku boy wanted to know with narrowed eyes.

"How do you think?" Jaster rolled his eyes. They were asking strange questions. "I am a Mando'ad." "Uhh… Mandalorian?" he added slowly. Stupid basic. Jaster still had trouble with some words.

*

Oh.

Mandalorian?!

Dooku exchanged an alarmed glance with Sy. "'Mandalorian'?!"

Like in "Mandalorians - the enemies of the Jedi Order"?

Jo didn't seem to share their concern. A sparkle appeared in her eyes, showing her two companions that she had caught fire for a topic. Oh oh!

" Mandalorian? How exciting. I thought all Mandos wore armor."

*

"But not from the beginning," protested Jaster - horrified by so much ignorance. That couldn't be allowed to stand! "You have to earn it bit by bit. Look, I've already got bracers and a back plate. And my beskad."

"Yours? It's much too big for you." Oh, did this Yan know his way around swords? As professionally confident as his words sounded, that seemed to be the case.

"Well," Jaster admitted. "It's not mine. My ba'buir lent it to me."

"Your … ba'buir?" Sifo-Dyas tried to repeat after him and tilted his head questioningly.

"Ba'buir means … mmh grandparents in Basic. He is my grandfather"

"And he just lets you go off on your own with that?" The tall boy seemed taken aback by this.

"Of course." What was the problem? On safe planets and as long as he was back at the ship at the agreed time, he was always allowed to do what he wanted. Apparently this was a foreign concept to his new acquaintances. Poor things. "Ba'buir has to work, after all. How else am I supposed to practise? Besides, ba'buir always says it's too dangerous to go out without a weapon."

*

Okay, that was pretty sensible of said grandpa. The youngsters nodded in understanding. Children were kidnapped and sold into slavery all the time. That's why they were also allowed to take their training swords with them on their excursion. These weren't as dangerous as real lightsabers, but at the highest level they could still inflict quite serious injuries.

"Hmm, can beskar really withstand a lightsaber?" Jocasta suddenly wanted to know.

"A Jetii kad'au?" Mereel looked at her questioningly, as if he couldn't imagine how she had come up with this idea. "Hmm, I don't know."

"Maybe it should be tested." Jocasta's scientific interest was obviously piqued.

Yan didn't even bother to shield his alarm in the Force. "Yo! I don't think it's such a good idea…"

"Testing?" Jaster interrupted him curiously. "How is that supposed to work?

"Well, with this." Jo nonchalantly pulled out her training sword.

Cursing, the other boy flinched and then stared at the three of them like a Tooka in a thunderstorm. "Jetiise!… ah Jedi…. You're Jetiise?"

"Well, not quite yet," Sifo-Dyas clarified sheepishly, deliberately ignoring the other boy's raised weapon. "Strictly speaking, we're initiates. At the moment, anyway. You can only call yourself a Jedi once you've become a Padawan, built a proper lightsaber and then passed your knight's trial."

"Ohh." From one moment to the next, Jaster seemed to have overcome his shock and he lowered his sword again. "There are different Kad'aue … ah lightsabers? And how do you become a Padawan? Can anyone become one or do you have to fulfill certain requirements? How old do you have to be to take your trial?"

"Did you have a good day, ner ad?" Athas Mereel added the last of the spices to the boiling stew. A balanced diet was important for children. He may not have been the best chef in the galaxy, but he insisted on serving his grandson fresh food as often as possible. Ration bars were for emergencies. "Did you experience anything exciting, meet other children?"

"Hmm," Jaster barely lifted his head from the datapad, whose contents he was studying intently. Good boy. So studious. "I met some nice kids. We exchanged our com numbers."

(Communicators that the little Jetiise were apparently not allowed to have. "Don't you dare call us, Mereel. Only write, understand? Otherwise we'll get into real trouble with the masters.")

"That's nice," Athas nodded happily. Sometimes he was worried: Jaster was a bright boy, clever and resourceful, but he had a hard time making lasting friends. They had moved so often in the last few years, and each time his boy was forced into a new routine. Jaster's initial enthusiasm for adventure and new places had waned considerably in recent times. The new contact could only do him good.

*

On the other side of the planet, Sy, Yan and Jocasta didn't get a chance to talk about their Mandalorian encounter. When they returned to their quarters far too late, sweaty, tired and with dirty clothes, a highly annoyed Master Sinube was already waiting for them.

(Before the next outing, Yan would remember to pack some ration bars. Being sent to bed without dinner after a two-hour meditation was not acceptable to him or his body).

[hankmccoyhere]

[ @d3ad-h4nd ]

hi. you seem kinda.. stressed about that question you got. bout your mutation.

i cant really.. actually help. im no therapist. but

dya want some company? i can absolutely lay on the floor and spout poetic nonsense at you.

Hm. No no I’m fine. Just a little ramble. I assure you I’m completely fine.

[dapurinthos]

yes yoda is everyone's grandpa, filial respect, etc, etc. but some of his direct children.

I look at his eyebrows and then the hair at his temples. I focus in closer, squinting. “You colour your grey hairs.” “Say goodbye to your friend now, Initiate Ri-Dee. I'm afraid they're now lost to that nonsense.” “No,” says Anap. “Shan’t,” I add. “What nonsense?” Sifo-Dyas demands. “Yes, Master Koth, what nonsense?” Master Koth gives both of them a long look down his nose, which is impressive since Dooku can only be counted amongst the average heightèd of us mortals when sitting. He leans forward, hair swinging over his shoulders. Anap scoots forward on her chair to listen. “Yoda lineage nonsense,” he hisses. “Master Yoda,” corrects Anap. “Yes, give the grandmaster the respect he’s due.” “I am offended. I am not part of that … ” Disaster, I supply silently and a bit too intently, resulting in Dooku pointing a finger at his face, indicating his eyes by moving it back and forth in front of them. He then points at me and Sifo-Dyas, in turn. “That disaster lineage, thank you. I am my own disaster.”

(ki-adi-mundi, somewhere in the temple, feels offended. cin drallig just shrugs. the ghosts of kantam sy and lula talisola high-five and go back to playing with the baby kybucks in the menagerie)

[dyaz-stories]

I got this comment on Bond on Ao3 and it had me screaming because this is absolutely how it goes, but also it makes me feel like I’ve kept them in character because this is absolutely, 100% Inuyasha. So thank you so much to the person who left that review, it is AMAZING.

[deangril]

we tulpaed destiel into existence. no i won't elaborate

[viharbinger]

hiyaa, dya think you could write a thingy with reigen and like hes stressed about work and somehow accidentally confesses feelings for reader..? like hes listing things that are stressing him out and one of them is how the reader is always around and he feels he needs to be like perfect around them.? if you dont wanna do this, just ignore but ye. :) 🧃

Sleepy Confessions

date: 1/4/22 - 3/4/22

pairings: reigen x gn!reader (no pronouns used)

warnings: mention of drugs (nothing bad i promise) i wrote this when i was also sleepy but its oKay i guess!! fluff 🔥🔥 also i suck at writing lols dies

word amount: 1.0k

a/n: i kinda got a little sidetracked because i didnt read your request properly hekp but i tried to make it as close as possible to your req anyway ^_^ also one of my first requests ever and first fic about reigen ever so i hope i did good 😰 reblogs and likes highly appreciated!!

It's almost been a week since the self proclaimed psychic has had any good sleep. He's been doing his paperwork day in and day out non stop, and not even Mob could do anything about it because of how stubborn he is.

As he was signing some of the documents, his mind would unconciously drift onto you, from how you would always show a beautiful and bright smile.. To how you would always scold him when he's taking his work too far, or how you would always- He quickly caught himself before he thought of you anymore, as his eyes were getting even heavier just thinking of you, the pen on his hand also started getting loose. Its like you were some kind of relaxant drug to him.

He glanced at the clock on the wall behind him, the light on his computer being the only light source which allowed him to read the clock which read 6.24am. The sun had come up already, but was shut by the blinds in the office. It was just a bit more time before you would arrive to help him open the office. He looked back at the paperwork and there was still some more to do. Yawning, he stood up and walked to the office's kitchen to fix himself a coffee with no sugar.

Finishing up the coffee, he turned on the kitchen sink and splashed his face with cold water, then took a rag on the counter to wipe his face with. He took a long sip on the hot coffee, sucking up the burning sensation on his tongue whilst striding over to his seat in front of the computer again. All he could do while doing his work was think about you.

His eyes got droopy again while finishing up the documents, the grip on his pen loosened, causing him to accidentally write nonsense on the paper before he eventually falls asleep.

Half an hour later, you jingled your keys on the door to open it before laying your sight on the sleeping man. You usually come to work to see him as early as 7am, but lately he's been stressed from work so it's not really a surprise to see him in such a state. You sighed in disappointment at the sight, walking over to him.

He definitely did not smell like he's showered in the last 12 hours, his head was laid down on the table, using his arm as a pillow rest and drool was already dribbling down his mouth.

You shook him to wake him up, at least so you could bring him to a more comfortable spot, the couch in the office. He woke up from the sudden movement, confused at first but then immediately straightened his back when he realised it was you. He didnt want to seem like a slacker in front of you.

"You fell asleep again at the office! Do you realise how unhealthy this is?" You scolded him, helping him get up from his seat and over to the couch across the room. You sat him down on the couch, bringing over some blankets in the closet for him.

All that facade of trying to look responsible and competent in front of you rendered useless when he fell asleep again just waiting for you on the comfortable cushions. When you came back, you sighed in relief that at least he's finally letting himself rest and let loose around you. You put the blanket over him and made sure to puff up the pillows for him.

You cleaned up his desk and area for a bit, then looked around aimlessly as there was nothing else to do. Mob wouldn't come around until the afternoon as he had after school sessions, and Serizawa would come around in a few hours. Usually, you and Reigen would prepare to open business for the day, but he was sleeping. Silence filled the air before you suddenly heard Reigen mumble something under his breath. You thought you were hearing things so you ignored it, but then it happened again.

You walked closer to listen and tried make out what he was saying. "....ou know why I'm always like this?" His eyes were still shut as he mumbled out his words, maybe he was sleep talking.

"I... Don't really have psychic powers. I felt kind of ashamed... letting Mob do all the work so I do anything else to compensate for it.. But it just doesn't feel right." That's when you knew he definitely wasn't asleep now. You always knew he wasn't psychic, but you never thought he would actually admit it out loud.

You squat down next to him, humming in response to his whispers. He rubs his eyes and shifts a little on the couch in acknowledgement to your attention on him, his voice started to crack a little as he continued, no longer mumbling.

"I just don't think I'm good enough for you. I don't want you to be disappointed in me, I, I really like you, as more than a friend. I just have this need to be perfect around you because I'm scared you wouldn't like me. Occupying myself with paperwork just seems to get it off my mind so-" You interrupted him so he stopped rambling by reaching over to gently remove his hands from his eyes to reveal that they are indeed teary.

"You don't have to act that way around me, idiot." You chuckled, eyes softening when seeing his eyes were red from the amount of rubbing and slight crying he'd done earlier. "If you feel ashamed for always making Mob do all the work, then increase his pay, why don't you?" You flicked his forehead, laughing as he groans from the sudden contact.

You smiled softly at his reaction, moving over to brush the hair off his face. You reached over for his hands, slowly intertwining them with yours, planting a soft kiss on them. "And... I like you too, Reigen. "

He had no time to blush, being far too tired to. But you know he was very happy to hear those three words as he finally managed to crack up a toothless smile. You two have a lot of talking to do when he finally wakes up, which is probably going to take more than half a day. But at least, he's lifted the weight off his shoulders and finally found sleep again, all thanks to you.

[forever-rogue]

Ok but this prompt “How many caramel apples do we need? Two? Twenty? Four hundred? I’m buying four hundred.” with Frankie would be so cute and funny 🥰✨

AN | We’re back to a little best husband Frankie…plus some Halloween shenanigans! 🥰

Pairing | Frankie Morales x Fem!Reader

Warnings | None

Word Count | 1.3k

Masterlist | Frankie, Main

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“I’m glad to see you’re getting into the spirit,” you looked around the kitchen and found Halloween decorations, candy, party supplies, and costumes and accessories. In the midst of it all, you spied your husband inspecting a bag of apples, “you sure you’ve got enough stuff, Francisco?”

“I think so,” his face had lit up when he saw you, but he quickly did a survey of everything he had purchased. You could practically see the gears turning in his head as he mentally went over the shopping list you’d helped him to meticulously create, “why? Do you think I’m missing something?”

“Relax, my love,” you walked over to him and pressed a kiss to his cheek, “you’ve got more than enough. I think it….might even be a little overboard for a small halloween party.”

“Small?” he scoffed playfully, “I’ve invited the block, all of our friends and family, the guys from work…”

“Oh Frankie,” you chided him playfully, “this is going to be a huge party!”

“Well yeah,” he grinned, clearly proud of himself, “go big or go home! Besides, it’s Dya’s first halloween, we have to make it memorable for her!”

“Have I ever told you how much I love you?” you looked from the baby perched on your hip to Frankie and shook your head softly, “but love, she’s not even a year old yet, she’s not going to remember.”

“But we will,” he reached for her and she immediately held her chubby little arms out to him. Besides being a little copy of him with her dark curls and big brown eyes, she was absolutely a daddy’s girl (and he treated her like nothing less than a little princess). He kissed the top of her head and she cooed and babbled nonsense happily, “so we’ll take lots of pictures to keep and when she’s older we can show them to her and tell her all about it.”

“Such a dork,” your words held no malice as you reached over and affectionately  carded a hand through his dark locks, “my dork though. I love you, Francisco - and of course you too, baby girl.”

“I love you, honey bee,” he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to your lips before peppering his daughter’s chubby cheeks with them as well, “and you, abejita.”

“I was going to ask if you had any costume ideas but I see you’ve got that covered as well,” you raised an eyebrow as you went to the table and looked through the various things he’d picked up, “are you planning several costume changes or…?”

“No…although that is an option,” he mused excitedly as you giggled at him, “I wasn’t sure what we’d want to dress Dya up as. Or what we would want to be - or maybe a family costume!”

“You’re absolutely wonderful,” the rush of affection you felt towards him warmed your whole body, “what was your idea for the family costume?”

“Don’t laugh, okay?”

“Oh mi amor, I would never laugh,” you promised softly, “tell me.”

“So I saw this really cute dalmatian costume,” he pulled it out of the pile and proudly displayed it to you, “and I thought we could dress her up as one and then we could dress up aws them too! A little family of dalmations!”

“Like Pongo and Perdita,” you grew excited at the idea. Frankie knew that 101 Dalmatians was one of your all time favorite Disney movies, “I love that idea, Frankie. It’ll be so cute! Let’s do it.”

“Yeah?” his expression softened as you nodded happily. You really did love your little family more than anything, “you wanna hear the alternatives?”

“Of course!”

“I thought she’d be cute as a little pumpkin,” he grinned at her as she looked at him with big, wide eyes that almost mirrored his identically, “or baby yoda-”

“Grogu!”

“Grogu,” he snorted in amusement, “or even a little witch, even though she’s a perfect little angel.”

“You’re such a sucker for your daughter,” you teased as he unabashedly nodded, “but those are all the great costume ideas. This is just her first Halloween so we’ll have plenty of years to get her into other costumes. The possibilities are endless!”

“I love you,” he grinned happily, “so much.”

“We love you too, Francisco. So very much.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

By the time Halloween morning came around, the entire house and both the front and backyards were completely decked out. Frankie had not skimped on even the smallest detail, and now he was busying himself in the kitchen to get all the sweets and treats ready. 

“Want a hand?” you asked as you came back downstairs, “I just got Dya down for her nap so we’ve got at least an hour before she’s up again.”

“I think I’ve got it covered, but I always welcome your company,” he grinned as you came over and stood behind him, wrapping your arms around him in a tight grip. He laughed lightly, a sound you could feel reverberating in his chest as you pressed a kiss to his shoulder, “baby.”

“You know, we could always…take the time for ourselves,” your tone was playful and suggestive and you heard him inhale sharply, “if that’s something that sounds good to you…”

“You’re making this very difficult,” he almost groaned, “but I gotta get this done. Can’t host a party and leave everyone disappointed-”

“Dramatic much, silly man?”

“So - I’m going to finish this,” he gestured to the counter filled with apples and caramel, “but tonight, little bee, I’m going to make it all worth it.”

“Oh,” you grinned at him, moving to the other side of the counter to take a seat, “I look forward to that.”

“Me too,” his grin turned almost sheepish as a little flush of red rose into his cheeks, “I have a question….how many caramel apples do we need? Two? Twenty? Four hundred? I’m making four hundred…I think I’ve gotten enough apples for that much.”

“Francisco, no.”

“Francisco, yes.”

“My love,” you reached over and put your hand on his arm and gave him a gentle squeeze, “we don’t even have that many people coming…far far less. And even if we did, not everyone is going to want a caramel apple so…we’d have hundreds left over! And I think we’d get tired of them well before we finished them. So, I think you’re okay with thirty…maybe even twenty.”

“Okay,” he mused over what you had said before nodding in agreement, “you’re right. So smart and beautiful, how did I get so lucky?”

“Oh hush,” you snorted, reaching over and gently touching his stumbled cheek, “you’re pretty smart and beautiful yourself. Now get going, you’re wasting precious apple caramel-ing time.”

“Alright, alright,” he pretended to scold you as grabbed an apple and took a large bite. He took a look at everything and realized he still had a lot to do before the party started in a few hours. That’s what he got for going big and pulling out all the stops, “umm…maybe I could use some help. Do you mind, honey bee?”

“Of course not,” you promised sweetly, “I’d love to. Besides, we gotta show everyone that the Morales family throws the best parties!”

“The Morales family is the best at everything,” he pressed a soft kiss to your lips, “I love you.”

“I love you, Frankie.”

[phoenixyfriend]

Crack Ship Ahoy: Jango/Ahsoka (Time Travel)

Jango/Ahsoka functions great IF you approach it with the idea that both are ace as hell and want a relationship without The Sticky Nonsense

Other things to note:

She is post-O66, pre-Malachor, probably has a few years of black ops for the Rebellion under her belt. He’s pre-Sifo-Dyas, post-Galidraan, just kind of bumping around the galaxy taking bounties.

I don’t know why they’re forced to work together, they just are. They can’t kill each other, can’t leave each other, but are surprisingly (for Fett) functional as a field ops team.

They’re both biromantic leaning towards same-sex relationships, and are a little surprised about being into the other.

She is very disdainful of him at first because... well, Clone Army.

Fett hasn’t even heard of Kamino at this point, he has no idea why she hates him, just that she does. He assumes it’s Jedi-vs-Mando stuff.

It is not just Jedi-vs-Mando stuff, she interacts fine with Mandalorians who aren’t: 1. Death Watch 2. Douchebags 3. Jango Fett

[Ahsoka shoots something with practiced accuracy] “I thought Jedi hated blasters.” “I haven’t been a Jedi since I was seventeen.”

Sometimes she refers to him by the wrong name if she’s not in the best shape (injured, drunk, sleep-deprived), and he doesn’t know who any of these people are. (They’re all names of clones, mostly 501st boys. Her boys.)

They have to pretend to be married, or at least in a relationship, to pull off a bounty hunt. Fett is very glad his helmet hides his face, and that he has some mind-shielding training, because he gets flustered when Ahsoka does things like insult someone under her breath in Mando’a while hanging off his arm like the most dangerous candy, or casually pointing out the best exit strategy if someone recognizes them while assessing the various weapons people in the room have.

Eventually they have the time-travel and clone army conversation. It’s very awkward.

He cooks. She eats the spiciest dishes without a wince. It’s a whole Thing.

She’s the one that kisses him first. He babbles out something about not wanting to do That Stuff and she’s just like “yeah, I figured; we can cuddle?”

They cuddle.

IDK where to go with this

[charmwasjess]

"water" for the wip game, please

Ooo, this is a funny one - but technically it counts, it's an unpublished bit from a WIP! From one of my deleted scenes early in Rabbit Heart, where Sifo-Dyas is just free rolling nonstop visions instead of lying down for a nice hurt comfort scene. I ended up cutting the scene because it got way darker than I wanted to go in a fic where I also... uh, burn the love interest at a stake?

There was no logical reason for Sifo-Dyas to be conscious. Yet, he was. 

Dooku had tried to make him comfortable on the shuttle. He piled blankets on top of him, tried to hold water to his resisting lips, and promised him safety. And yet, the seer seemed broken. His eyes weren’t clearing out like they should have after a vision. His face looked overloaded, like someone receiving too much sensory information all at once. Prophecy spilled from him, mingling into incoherent nonsense.

“Do you know her? Why is she crying?” He clutched desperately at Dooku, blood running from his mouth and nose. “Promise me that you’ll help her!”

[smhalltheurlsaretaken]

THE BOX IS NABOO

That’s it, I’m doing it, I’m writing that stupid meta I’ve had in the works for two and a half years, I’m sharing it with the world. I promised it for last Thursday, my poll was forever ago, but whatever! I’m writing that freaking thing.

(super duper long post, press j to skip)

Enter my rabbit hole.

First thing to establish: the Box makes no sense whatsoever in-universe.

((EDIT: Something I forgot to mention. IRL, the premise of a giant murder cube and the aesthetic - wall patterns, light designs, etc - of the episode come from the 1997 horror movie Cube, (see the episode’s wookieepedia page). However, while the two are very closely linked visually, the Box does not follow the movie structurally or narratively, as you can verify by simply reading the movie’s summary.))

Recap of the context for the "Box" episode (s4e17): Palpatine is planning his own kidnapping. It was never meant to succeed, and while the plan would obviously benefit him (making the Jedi look bad, pushing Anakin closer to the Dark Side, making Republic citizens more afraid -> more docile, etc...) his actual goal is never explained, and it’s weird that he’d go to such extreme lengths for results so minimal that we’re never told what they are.

So Palpatine asks Dooku to kidnap him at the Festival of Lights on Naboo. Dooku hires Moralo Eval to design a giant box-thingy to test bounty hunters to hire the best of them to kidnap Palpatine. Moralo then gets arrested to alert the Republic that something is afoot, and hires Cad Bane to break him out. Obi-Wan - undercover to learn Moralo’s plan - goes with them. They evade capture and go to Serenno, and Bane and Obi-Wan have to pass the box-thingy test. The level of brainkarked logic here... Truly on par with Megamind, Gru and Heinz Doofenshmirtz.

Setting aside the insane plot holes and utterly nonsensical behavior of the villains, the Box itself is moronic from a plot perspective. It’s insanely complex, obviously incredibly expensive and would have taken months (more like years but it’s a short war) to make when it’s not even needed for the dastardly plot! Just hire some guys who have already proven themselves against Jedi! Throw cash at Bane and Embo and a few others! Maybe attack them with your saber and see how they do! 

And after all that, Dooku still ends up trying to kidnap Palpatine on his own. I can’t even... 

So why does the Box exist? Well, apart from being a nerdy callback to Cube, giving us a good thrill and being generally awesome to look at, it has actual narrative purpose within the SW universe.

The box is Naboo.

What the Box lacks in plot relevance, it makes up for with its heavily symbolic meaning. It very closely follows Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon’s experiences on Naboo - but only certain parts, which I’ll explain later.

We start with clean, sterile environments, SW’s favored way of showing villainy.

Then we have the protagonists locked in a room as dioxis, a poison gas, pours in.

And then they escape... this way.

(Okay, here the shaft is down, not up. And it’s not a ventilation shaft per say, it’s the designed escape route. Same difference).

We then skip most of TPM (namely, Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon discovering the droid army, finding Padmé, leaving Naboo, landing on Tatooine, going to Coruscant, etc, etc) to come back to Naboo and go directly to the lightsabers and catwalks.

(Note: in both scenes, Obi-Wan has to propel himself from a catwalk.)

In TPM and TCW, the catwalks are immediately followed by ray shields

And we finally end with the last scenes. Now, they don’t look the same but they are structurally identical. 

Obi-Wan is faced with a challenge unsuited for his abilities (facing Darth Maul // shooting three moving targets when he’s far more skilled with a blade than a blaster) on a narrow space above a melting pit/pit of fire. 

He first watches someone die failing to complete the task...

 ... and has to do it himself, faring much better than expected (holding his own against Maul // shooting all the targets easily). 

He then almost falls to his death and gets saved unexpectedly.

And then there’s the final showdown.

In both scenes, Obi-Wan is angry. And in TCW Dooku eggs him on, banking on his anger. (More on that later.) In both cases though, he centers himself and is able to overcome both his opponent and his own unbalance. But in TCW, he doesn’t go for the kill, because he doesn’t need to. 

The Box, as a literal character-explorator ex-machina, thus shows us Obi-Wan’s growth.  

In TPM, Obi-Wan follows Qui-Gon’s lead. In TCW, he is the leader. He identifies the gas, makes the plans. He doesn’t fall from catwalks anymore - he runs atop moving ones. He doesn’t stay stuck behind ray-shields, he finds the solution. (Btw, how did Moralo know what blood type Derrown the Exterminator was? There was a 50% chance of him dying - thus killing all of the bounty hunters. Was that an acceptable outcome? TCW I need answers!) He doesn’t slay his foes, because he’s become powerful enough, skilled enough and wise enough to survive (and win) without needing to kill.

He’s grown - and, even more interestingly, he’s also stayed the same. In the previous episodes, we see some of the dark aspects of Obi-Wan. How he - like all Force-wielders, all people - could lose himself if he stopped maintaining absolute control.

But in the Box, surrounded by the worst criminals of the Galaxy, the most ruthless, worthless people, he’s still kind and tries his best to keep them alive.

The Box is a reminder and a reassurance for the audience that Obi-Wan Kenobi is still there under Rako’s face. He hasn’t lost his compassion, his restrain. He’s still a Jedi. And he’s an awesome, badass one. 

And now, for what it tells us about Dooku! 

It’s much shorter, don’t worry. Basically, Dooku considers that the best way to pick “the best of the best” of the deadliest people in the Galaxy is making them go through what killed his Padawan. There, I’ve broken your hearts, you’re welcome. 

More seriously, Dooku is a manipulative ass. It’s pretty clear that he knows Rako is Obi-Wan, or at the very least suspects it. 

He has an interesting reaction upon learning Rako’s identity, he keeps praising him despite his usual distaste for low-lifes, he smirks secretively after Eval says “I’ll show you who’s weak” (not included there because it’s a close-up of Dooku’s lips and no one wants to see that) and he tells Rako he’s very disappointed when he doesn’t finish off Eval.

[Later]

(Look at this smug asshole - I can’t. YOUR GRANDSON IS THE BEST, WE KNOW, STOP ACTIVELY RUINING HIS LIFE ALREADY.)

(Dooku... why...)

Now obviously Dooku couldn’t have made the Box specifically for Obi-Wan, because it would have to have been designed months before the Council ever decided to send Obi-Wan undercover, but he has no qualms trying to use it to push Obi-Wan to the Dark Side. Ffs Dooku, making your spiritual grandson relive one of the most traumatic events of his life on the off chance that he’ll join you (and desecrate his Master’s memory in doing so) is not okay!

Final tidbits of analysis: I mentioned that not all of TPM is mirrored in the Box. What’s omitted is the droids (even though Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon fight B1′s and droidekas between the dioxis and the ventilation shafts) and anything pertaining to Sidious (all the political stuff on Coruscant). You’ll also note that the fake lightsabers are orange.

=> The Box distances itself from anything that connects Dooku to Naboo. Red lightsabers are the trademark of the Sith, so they’re not used. The bounty hunters will be facing Jedi, so logically the fake sabers should be green or blue - and yet they’re orange, the color closest to red without being red. It fits with Dooku’s special brand of dishonesty - he always tells bits of the real story but twists them just enough to absolve himself of any fault and to justify his choices. 

(”We can destroy the Sith” -> could maybe destroy Sidious with Obi-Wan, but fails to mention he’s a Sith Lord himself; “the Viceroy came to me for help, that’s why I’m attacking the Republic” -> political idealism is a small part of it, but fails to mention he’s Sidious’ underling and is playing the Viceroy like a fiddle; “Qui-Gon would have joined me” -> maybe, still fails to mention he’s working for the man who ordered Qui-Gon’s death; “I told you everything you needed to know” -> debatable, never said that Palps was Sidious; “Sifo-Dyas understood, that’s why he helped me” -> partly true, doesn’t admit to killing Sifo-Dyas right after getting his help)

So we have a twisted version of Naboo, droid-free (as droids are now irrevocably associated with Dooku, even if that wasn’t the case in TPM) and with sabers that aren’t quite red. Keep in mind that Dooku had already fallen by TPM. (We know this because he killed Sifo-Dyas and created the Clone Army - part of Sidious’ plan - when Valorum was still Chancellor, as per the episode The Lost One.) That means Dooku was (in)directly complicit in Qui-Gon’s death. And the Box doesn’t (=refuses to?) acknowledge that. 

(Also omitted in the Box are the Gungans and Tatooine. It makes sense, because Dooku probably wouldn’t have the full details regarding those parts of Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan’s missio as they weren’t as public, and would see them as irrelevant if he did. He utterly despises Anakin, and Gungans are the type of people he always dismisses out of hand). 

Anyway, that’s my two cents about the Box. To quote Lucas...

“It’s like poetry. It rhymes.”

Thanks to @lethebantroubadour @impossiblybluebox​ @nonbinarywithaknife @ytoz​ and @kaitie85386​ for voting for this one. Next up is a compilation of the Jedi being casually tactile with each other (because they’re a warm and affectionate culture, dammit).

Also thanks to @laciefuyu​ for giving me gifs I ended up not using ^^; you rock anyway!

[dapurinthos]

i was apparently subconsciously head-tilting at sidious literally flinching back from the light of the coruscant sunset.

I touch Sifo-Dyas’s hand. There’s a moment where I’m pressed against the barrier of something and then it pops, vanishing, and I see a cave that’s not a cave. Underground, cold and damp in the way something dug out of deep rock is. It's too geometrically precise to be just a cave. Chains made of lightning, ice and fire at the same time, burning all the same, wrapping around wrists—his? Mine? A shadow that swallows everything. Nonsense script. The lightning growing, dazzling, crackling. Striations, branches disappearing, leaving burned-in after images. Death layered upon death, building up like the levels of Coruscant, except the buildings are made of empty flesh stretched over shattered bones, arteries of traffic turned arteries of blood. The shadow expanding, the event horizon scintillating, screaming as all of light and life is sucked into it. The vision comes apart at the edge of the black hole and I snap backward, the recoil on a gun not properly accounted for, the shudder of a footstep headache. My mind ricochets between now and then, what was and what might be, and my stomach churns with recognition now that it has the wherewithal to do so. The meditation room, its lights off and its translucent blinds drawn, is too bright after the darkness of that space beneath Darth Bane’s tomb. I twist around, eyes and grab the nearest solid object, shoving my face up against it to shut out the light. It’s not just the solar brightness, it’s the reappearance of the temple all around me, the pathways walked by thousands before, the accumulated layers of experience, of joy, of soothing comfort, of care. After the absence, the despair that permeated that room where they once ritually killed Jedi, it is the sharpest edge. That wrenching, marrow-deep loathing leaves a wound that hurts where the light touches. It takes another moment to realise that I'm not pushing my face into one of the meditation pillows but the shoulder of a very alive person. Dooku has pulled me away from Sifo-Dyas, gathered me up like I weigh nothing, and now holds me tight. I can’t tell which of us is more stunned in the moment, riding the sour edge of horror. “Close your mind back up,” he says[.]

[cimeret]

Some more thoughts on Tales of the Jedi. Only episode 4, because it got long.

The Sith Lord

There was so much going on in this episode that it was almost overwhelming. I feel like it would have been better to split it into two episodes, but then again, all previous Dooku episodes would have benefited from being longer. Also, the timeline keeps confusing me. At first I thought the episode retcons Dooku leaving the Order ten years before TPM and sticks to the Legends continuity where Qui-Gon’s death in TPM is what gives him the final push to leave. Because this episode seems to give the impression that Dooku is still part of the Order. He could just be visiting as an ex-Jedi, of course. We know that after he resigned, the Jedi still spoke highly of him and treated him with respect, even Mace (especially Mace, ironically) and he was allowed to keep his lightsaber and visit the Temple. But here he is still wearing his Jedi robes, as in the previous episodes. If he had already taken up his title as Count of Serenno, wouldn’t he dress differently? Then again, he wore the Serennian cloak/cape before, so maybe I’m thinking way too much about fashion choices again. I’m assuming he left the Order early, because nothing in this episode really contradicts it.

The way humans age in this universe is just as confusing to me. Jocasta looks the same as in AOTC, meanwhile I’d really like to know what kind of vegetables Dooku eats to still look this good at 70.

(Their height difference is adorable!)

I loved that we got another brief encounter between Qui-Gon and Dooku. You can see how proud Dooku is of him and that he cares for him, especially since Dooku normally isn’t the most emotionally expressive person. That he doesn’t know what his former padawan has been up to also hints to that he is only here for a visit (though Qui-Gon doesn’t seem all that surprised to see him at the Temple). Judging by his thoughtful look after Qui-Gon left, he might feel a little concern and guilt toward him because Dooku is obviously aware of the Sith Lord and even conspiring with him. (He may even be toying with the idea of telling/recruiting Qui-Gon, since he is already considering him as an ally.) The brief scene really ties into TPM nicely and foreshadows the conversation between Dooku and Obi-Wan in AOTC, where it’s now becoming easier and easier to imagine that Dooku’s words were at least partially sincere. But damn, there go my wild dreams of Filoni somehow finding some creative, nonsensical way of soft-retconning that line in AOTC about Obi-Wan and Dooku never having met before.

What struck me most about this episode was Yaddle. Going into the show, I didn’t expect her to become one of my favorite characters. She is just so gentle and warm in the Temple scenes, trying to comfort Dooku and asking him if he’s alright. And later, she refuses to give up on him even after she overheard all the terrible things he has done ... she tries to reach out to him with kindness and compassion and it broke my heart because Dooku is so stupid and doesn’t deserve her. Interesting how the dynamic of this confrontation is completely different from how Padmé or Obi-Wan tried to talk some sense into Anakin. And that makes it even more tragic, because Dooku is given a pretty easy way to turn his back on Sidious and the dark side. Yaddle even encourages him that she’s listening to him, that she sees his point about the Council, and she implies that she resigned because she shares some of his views. And the way the episodes set up this whole encounter, with all the wistful and conflicted facial expressions we see from Dooku, and him confronting Sidious about Qui-Gon’s death... I feel like there was a real chance for him to save him(self) here, if only he had been able to face his fear and guilt. Because he’s still at a point where he knows deep down that what he’s doing is not the right way. He is complicit in the deaths of his best friend Sifo-Dyas and his former padawan, and he has not yet fully woven this web of delusion and self-deception that he will later use to justify his actions. There’s some really great ambiguous dialogue in this episode when Dooku tells Yaddle he has no choice (but to let Qui-Gon go) and that he is afraid (that it is too late). I cannot praise Corey Burton and Bryce Dallas Howard enough for their talent to bring these characters to life and convey so much emotion with only a few lines. I love that Yaddle is a compelling character in her own right. You don’t get the feeling that she’s just on screen as a tool to tell Dooku’s story, a feeling I had with Mace in the episode before. I would have liked to see more of her and also her relationship with Dooku when he was still in the Order. (Same still goes for Yoda—what is it with Dooku and little green trolls?)  

And of course, the way this episode was staged was absolutely breathtaking. The Temple and especially the courtyard with the tree looked downright enchanted. The music made it even more eerie. The way light and shadow were used as symbols was perhaps a bit blatant in places, but who cares, I'm here for it! And the fight scene choreography was great as well. I don’t think I’ve ever hated Sidious more. Having him lurking in the background the whole time like a puppeteer in love with his own show was a great touch.

Now for the part I’m less happy with … I don’t really like to complain since we finally got to see Dooku as a somewhat layered character you can actually sympathize with and seeing him care and grieve for Qui-Gon was all I ever needed as a fan. So that emotional, interpersonal part of his arc was done nicely, in my opinion. But at the same time, how Dooku’s ideals and political beliefs play into him leaving the Order and joining the Sith fell a bit under the radar in this episode. He criticizes the Council, but you never really see him interacting with the Council. His conversation with Sidious in this episode remains vague and limited to buzzwords like freedom, order, and peace, but I feel that we were missing too many intermediate steps to explain how Dooku goes from being a Jedi, with questionable methods but ultimately righteous, to becoming a Darksider who wants to destroy the Republic and the Jedi. I have always wondered to what extent he knew about and endorsed Sidious’ plans at various points in his life, and to what extent he was merely an opportunist seeking to advance his own goals. The scene where he confronts Sidious reminds me again how great it could have been if Dooku had a little more agency later in the Clone Wars as well. On the other hand, the tragedy of his character is that he gradually sacrificed everything that defines him to the dark side: all his relationships, his humanity, his ideals, his morals. Maybe they could have shown a little more the intellectual beginnings of the Separatist movement and Dooku’s initial meetings with Palpatine, where Palpatine’s ideas all still seem so harmless and enticing. Dooku’s (initially more academic) fascination with the Dark Side could have been included here as well.

I guess I’m just saying that I enjoyed the Dooku episodes and would like more of them. From what I’ve seen so far, TOTJ has been well received, so perhaps there is hope.

[dyaz-stories]

Fic Writer Meme

Thanks a lot to @bearpluscat for tagging me! You can find her post here !

Author Name:

Ever since I started writing fan fictions, I had some sort of version of Dya in my pen-names, for no particular reason I’ll admit (and, as you do, Dyana was the name of my very first OC). There were lots of variations, and a couple even left out the “Dya”, but it’s what I always came back to. Miss_Dyana (on Ao3) and Just Dyana (on ff.net) are probably my favorite now.

Fandoms You Write For:

Mainly Inuyasha really! I have a couple of pieces for the Fairy Tail fandom out there (namely Gajevy though, fun fact, I’m originally a Graylu shipper, it was my very first OTP), I’ve also written a bit for Veronica Mars, Riverdale and Sky High (for LoVe, Falice and Greenpeace, or Layla/Warren, respectively). I’m fairly monomaniac I guess, I can only be very involved in one fandom at a time, and it’s been Inuyasha for the past year and a half — and I’m very happy about it. I like indie otomes and I wrote for one of them, namely Changeling, too (it’s a great game by the way, I definitely recommend it) .

Where You Post:

Almost everything ends up here, except for my Riverdale writing, which so far is only on Ao3, where most of my Inukag stuff… isn’t. I’m also usually rather active on ff.net, though I haven’t been keeping up in updating my one-shot collections in… a while now… I really have to do that again.

Most Popular One Shot:

On Tumblr, my most popular one-shot has been for Inukag and that would Name. Recently though, my Angst prompts have been really appreciated (and I’m really greateful for it!), in particular the one for “I don’t know what I’d do without you”. On ff.net, it’s Heaven is a Place on Earth (which, warning, is NSFW).

Most Popular Multichapter:

At the moment, no doubt The Maid and The Bodyguard, but then it’s my only multi chapter considering The Cursed Paintings is in hiatus. I’m bad enough at writing one multi chapter at a time, I’d never get anything done if I started several… (Yup, that’s why The Cursed Paintings isn’t being updated) My most popular fic ever however was back when I was writing for My Candy Love, in French at the time (so Amour Sucré), and it was called “Moi, seize ans, pétasse repentie…” I was 16 when I started it, never finished it ^^

Favorite Story:

That I wrote myself? Hm. I actually really, really enjoy writing The Maid and the Bodyguard. Other than that, I have a big soft spot for Superhero I think. I also love all the stories (generally prettyyyy angsty) in which I explore the characters’ emotions more in depth.

Story You Were Most Nervous to Post:

I’m always nervous to post in a new fandom / on new characters. I feel I need to write 2-3 stories to be really comfortable with them, so the first ones aren’t great and at the same time I can’t get a good grasp of the characters without, well, writing them. In the Inuyasha fandom though, I’m always nervous to post something related to Kikyo. I don’t want to have my writing labeled as ‘bashing’, but I also dislike her as a character and as a person. Writing about Kagome’s emotions also feels delicate, especially because to me it’s essential to recognize Inuyasha’s responsibility and mistakes when doing so. Bad Day was definitely a bit stressful to post since it involves both of those things. Different takes on scenes that are usually liked by the fandom are also hard, as in I don’t know what reception I’ll get. My take on the almost kiss, Opposites, for example, while being actually one of my favorite stories, was a bit stressful, same goes for Haunted — and yet I really, really like them both.

How Do You Pick Titles:

I’m pretty bad at it lol. I mean, The Maid and the Bodyguard? Really? I like to pick song lyrics though. I feel it often really gives a good impression of what the story is like. It’s better if you know the song, but even if you don’t I think it sounds nice. Heaven Is A Place on Earth is pretty evocative no matter what and still somewhat poetic, for example.

Do You Outline:

…ish? I mean I’d like to. Theoretically. I like to at least have a good idea of where I’m going (knowing how it ends), but it’s not necessarily in detail. If I’m afraid I’m going to forget it, I write it down. The first page of my document is just scenes I’d like to write for the story. So, I guess the answer is mostly no. I’d kinda like to do it more (having planned one thing in particular would have saved me from an almost two-months pause in TMTB), but I do appreciate the freedom it gives to me.

Complete Stories:

Yeah, um, about that… I’m bad at finishing stuff? Only thing I’ve ever finished was a story for Disney Channel’s ZOMBIES. I was really, really happy about managing to get it done though!

Coming Soon:

Well, Inuvember, hopefully? So that should be intense (and I have a couple of ideas that I’m excited to share for that but they’ll have to be surprises). Other than that, I really want to focus on finishing TMTB now, so maybe not that many one-shots in the meantime (though, yeah, with Inuvember it’s still going to have to wait a while <.< ).

Prompts:

Yup. Yupyupyup. I really like writing them. Send ‘em. I’m not saying I’m fast (I’m not), but if you’re ever interested in reading my take on something, always feel free to send something!

Upcoming Story You are Most Excited For:

Once I’m done with TMTB (5-10 chapters, including the epilogue, and probably two NSFW bonus chapters that will be posted on the side), I’d like to write a couple of short stories (5-10 chapters), for some of the headcanons I’ve posted. There’s also a Coffee Shop AU I want to write and I’d like to continue the ‘Pregnant after a one-night stand AU’. So, I’m hyped to test a new format and I’m curious to see what it’ll change for me on the writing side. I’d kinda like to try my hand at writing a whole canon story, but I’m not sure it’d work well, so don’t hold your breath ^^'

Five Authors: @shinidamachu @artistefish @eternalnight8806-3 @mustardyellowsunshine @cstorm86

[fictionkinfessions]

may just be an issue with tumblr's search function, but there are some posts I know were submitted and came through fully, but I can't find now. particularily that Tretone spr post from a few months back, can't find it anymore, even with searchin' my name! dya know what's up there?

disclaimer this is fully me half remembering an ancient post someone else made, and talking out my ass.

Tumblr limits the indexed tags for individual blogs. I forget the limit, it's a pretty big one. But I assume this affects the general search index somehow.

So even if you have a direct link to a post that's talking about Lord of the Rings Monopoly game, you may not ever see that post if you search for 'lord of the rings' or 'monopoly'. Especially if you have a high post count on the blog.

So nothing is deleted, or if it is it gets reposted under the 'repost' tag. It's just that tumblr doesn't index it. Idk, that's how I understand it. Again, I don't really know what the hell tumblr is doing here, so it might be something else entirely with how this website is set up. Basicallly fuck giving them money for this nonsense lollerskates!

Connie / mod party cat!