#general rynn

[mafiaamongstus]

The people have spoken (it's me I'm the people). They want a musical adaptation of this storyline. What is everyone's vocal range classification and what are they singing about in their main song?

WOOO ALRIGHT SO!!!

Vocal Range Classifications:

Olo: Baritone

Rouvan: Bass

Rynn: Mezzo Soprano

Joris: Alto

Odil: Alto

Jitil: Tenor

Kyle: Tenor

Main Song Topic:

Olo: honor and duty, something like Seize the Day from Newsies but instead of whimsical newsboys its government agents

Rouvan: probably has the mentor song, smth like History has its Eyes on You (Hamilton) or Or he just has his own song about life in the medical wing dealing with idiots.

Rynn: the dreamer song maybe, about like, what she'd do if she didnt have to deal with the Wall gunning for her. Along the lines of like, Santa Fe (Prologue) from Newsies or something like that

Joris: The fact that she's secretly an imposter, and dealing with the fact that she's hiding from everyone but wanting to connect with them because being a solo Kinling is utterly BRUTAL. Maybe like Waving Through a Window from Dear, Evan Hansen or Dead Mom from Beetlejuice.

Odil and Jitil definitely have like a shared song, and its probably like, the motivational song of the musical. Them hyping everyone else up. Maybe along the lines of The World Will Know or Once and For All from Newsies.

Kyle absolutely has the introductory song where he tells you a little bit about everyone else. Think Alexander Hamilton (from hamilton) or like, Ex-Wives from Six

[rivilu]

Ok so. Since this is also the Davrin romance run.

I have a very specific party dynamic in mind cjdjn let's see what actually happens

[vodika-vibes]

Here Comes The General

Summary: Scorch is not having a good time. Sev is missing and presumed dead. Boss is on Coruscant. Fixer is on Naboo. And he’s here, playing flying monkey for a man he’s been planning on killing since the day they met. Unfortunately for Scorch, Hemlock has well and truly bound his hands.

Pairing: Clone Commando Scorch x General Rynn (OFC), mentions of Delta Squad x OFC

Word Count: 1218

Warnings: None

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly @kimiheartblade @mire-draws-things

A/N: I have Rynn on the mind, so you get a Rynn and Scorch story. Wherein I fix what happened to Scorch at the end of TBB. Yes, I have requests, but I need a break from requests for a little bit. Sorry.

Scorch slams his fist against the panel next to the stark metal door separating him from Rynn. He only gets an hour each week to spend time with her, and he knows he should be grateful, but he’s not.

Every time he comes to see his Rynn, he leaves angrier.

The door slides open, and she looks up, a small smile crossing her pretty face, though it does little to draw his attention away from the stark bruises marring her face and arms.

“Scorch,” She still smiles when she sees him, and his heart swoops affectionately. 

“Rynn,” He steps into the room, and the door slams shut behind him, not that he minds in the slightest. Scorch tugs off his gloves and tosses them to the side, along with his helmet, as Rynn stands and steps towards him.

His hands immediately move to cup her face, gently tilting her head so that he’s able to examine the dark brown bruises better, “I’m okay,” She reassures.

“They hit you.”

“Hemlock hit me,” She corrects, her own hands coming up to press against his cheeks, “You’ve lost weight.”

“Yeah, well—” Scorch scoffs, “It’s not like anyone here cares about the health of a clone.”

“Oh, Scorch,” She sounds so heartbroken that Scorch wants to cry.

He smiles at her, and leans in to press his forehead against hers, “There’s no need to say my name like that.”

“You deserve better,”

“We both deserve better,” He corrects quietly. Scorch moves his hand so that it’s brushing through her short hair, “I tried to talk Emerie into letting you have a headscarf, cyare. But they won’t allow it.”

“It’s okay.”

“It’s not.” He brushes his lips against a bruise, gently enough that she doesn’t even flinch, “Your religion is a huge part of who you are.”

“My religion is more than a headscarf, Scorch.” Her voice is soft, “My religion is just as strong here in prison as it was on the Nightwing. Stronger, even.”

He sighs softly, “I know that. I do. It just feels wrong.”

“Well, they don’t exactly have the moral high ground here, no.” She replies with a small smile.

Scorch’s fingers move to the collar around her neck, thick and clunky, with a flashing red light on the front, indicating that the bomb is active. “I wish…”

“I know, Scorch. It’s going to be okay.”

“How do you know?”

“Because,” She stands on her toes and glides her lips against his, “I have faith. Faith enough for the both of us.”

“But…Sev—”

“Is alive. I know. And Boss and Fixer are just playing by the rules until we can be together again. This bomb,” She taps the collar with a short fingernail, “ensures the cooperation not only of you, my love.”

Scorch makes a face, “When we reunite, I’m not going to be allowed to touch you for days.” He bitches quietly, “I can already hear Fixer saying ‘Well, you had her all to yourself for months, so deal with it’.”

She laughs softly and presses her forehead against his chest.

Slowly, he smoothes his hand down her back, but before he can say anything, the cell door slams open, and he sighs quietly, “Times up.”

“Just for now, Scorch.” She lightly pulls herself from his embrace, and she walks over to pick up his gloves and helmet, “Back to work.”

“Back to slavery, you mean.” Still, Scorch slowly pulls his gear back on, until he’s fully kitted out again. 

Rynn smiles at him. Soft, warm, and loving, and he rolls his shoulders. It’s all for her. He will do anything to keep her safe and alive, even if it means working with the enemy. 

“Love you, Rynn.”

“Love you too, Scorch. I’ll see you in a week.”

He turns on his heel and heads out the open cell door. “Yeah.” It’s not enough. It will never be enough. But he’ll make do. He has to.

Scorch watches, amused, as his younger brothers from Clone Force 99 raid Mount Taniss. He watches as Hemlock confronts them, and he watches the oldest of them…Hunter, he believes his name is, punches Hemlock.

And then something interesting happens.

A small device, roughly the size of his palm, falls out of Hemlock’s pocket and slides across the floor.

Hemlock scrambles for the device, but Scorch gets there first. He picks up the device and examines it, uncaring of the blasters aimed at him from his younger brothers.

“Scorch!” Hemlock shouts, “Return that at once!”

He knows what this device is. This is the device that controls the bomb around Rynn’s neck. He’s seen it enough times to recognize it on sight.

Scorch meets Hemlock’s gaze, and quickly destroys the device before dropping the pieces on the floor.

“You—”

Scorch doesn’t allow him to finish as he curls his hand into a fist and slams all of his weight into the punch. Hemlock staggers back, his hand flying to his face. Scorch doesn’t think twice before shooting Hemlock twice in the head.

Execution style, Rynn used to call it.

His younger brothers hesitate and lower their weapons, “I thought you were working with him,” One of them, the one with goggles, says accusingly.

“Believe it or not, vod’ika, there are many ways to force someone to do something,” Scorch absently examines his blaster, “ways that have nothing to do with the damn chip they put in our heads.”

“So nothing has forced you to work for him?” The biggest member of the squad demands.

“Did I say that?” Scorch turns his head when there’s a rumble and the ground splits open on the other side of the room. He straightens and pulls his helmet off, hooking it to his belt, as Rynn lifts herself out of the hole she made.

She lowers herself to the ground and looks around for a moment, a bright smile crossing her face as she sees Scorch, “Have you seen my lightsaber?”

“Fraid they destroyed it, cyare.”

“Well, that’s rude of them. I guess I’ll have to make do with my spare.” She steps around some broken pieces of metal and allows Scorch to swing her into his arms, and press a light kiss against her lips.

“The Empire and rudeness go hand in hand, cyare. You should do something about that.”

Her smile is vibrant, “Oh, I intend to. As soon as I have all of my boys back. I assume the Nightwing is here somewhere?”

“Hidden. Safe and sound. Just like you ordered.”

She beams at him and presses her hands against his cheeks, “You follow my orders so well!”

“When I want to.”

“Of course.” Her smile softens, “Let’s get out of here, hm? We need to get to Sev.”

“Yes ma’am,” Scorch sets her down and motions towards the exit, allowing Rynn to take the lead. He pauses before he leaves and sends a comm code to Tech, “Here. It’ll connect you to the Nightwing. If you should need it for any reason.”

And then he’s gone too, following Rynn out the hanger door.

Scorch has no idea what comes next. Though, based on the small smile on Rynn’s face, she not only has an idea, she even knows how to pull it off. They just need the rest of their family back.

[eldstunga]

Out of curiosity, how WOULD Rynn react to consistently seeing the Force in action or running into/working with a Jedi? Especially if she the deeds became too obvious to rationalize away?

I mean she DID run into and worked with @redtallin's Kharo. And...I mean wow... look at her. What's that about rationalize? I'm sorry I completely zoned out there for a second, what did you ask again? ...hm? Oh, sorry, no I wasn't listening I was.. uh..*gestures in their general direction* *dreamy sigh*

[rosethornewrites]

T & G reading since 5/12

Finished

Teen:

I’d Be Home With You, by thunderwear

“And if I steal her away?”

“Then we figure it out together.”

What if Cangse Sanren and Wei Changze took Madame Lan and her children from Cloud Recesses to live happily ever after?

Something Warm and Safe, by Winxhelina (6 chapters)

"Rich-gege!" A-Yuan exclaims happily.

"You can't call him that," Wei Wuxian admonishes gently. He puts an arm around Lan Wangji just as his knees give out, "Hey! I'm holding a child, you can't pass out on me like that. Oh. Oh, your back is covered in blood. Is that - is that your blood, Lan Zhan?!"

"Mn."

"Oh. Oh, you're bleeding a lot! Hold on! I'm putting A-Yuan down. A-Yuan, walk on your own for a bit. Can you also hold the basket for me? You're so mature and responsible! Okay, Lan Zhan, stay with me. I've got you."

"Is Rich-gege hurt?"

Lan Wangji doesn't hear the rest of that conversation.

In which Granny Wen manages to convince Wei Wuxian to take A-Yuan and hide away from the world. Lan Wangji manages to find them.

As good as, by apathyinreverie (🔒)

Cangse Sanren would be disappointed.

(Where LQR, right smack in the middle of the war, realizes that WWX doesn’t have a Core. He promptly enlists his own pining nephew in ensuring that, after winning the war for them, WWX is going to end up with GL instead of YJ. He owes that much to Cangse Sanren.)

Survival, by snowberryrose

In which MengYao worked for the Wens

Or: both Wen Qing and MengYao are survivors

Preparing the Soil, by Rynne (3 chapters)

When Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian return to spend the first winter after their marriage in the Cloud Recesses, Wangji is forced to grapple with his uncle's resistance to accepting his new husband fully into the clan. At the heart of this conflict is Lan Qiren's rule forbidding talking to Wei Wuxian. How can Wangji make the Cloud Recesses a more welcoming place for his husband when what he fights now is his uncle's stubbornness?

General:

Now it's just too late to turn around, by kokozy

Cloud Recesses had never truly felt like home to him; Lan Yuan's home was wherever Hanguang-Jun was and sadly, Cloud Recesses was not Hanguang-Jun's home either.

as long as, by Rosylla (🔒, 2nd in a series)

Sleepy Wei Ying is the closest thing to a drunk Wei Ying that Lan Wangji can get.

Fix What We Can, by Kestral

Wei Wuxian shook him gently, feeling like an actor reading from a script. “Jiang Cheng, you need to wake up so you can eat.”

“Fuck off.”

“If you don’t get up and eat, you won’t be strong enough for a new core.”

Jiang Cheng went stiff beneath his hand.

“That’s right,” he said, feeling dread pool in his stomach. “I said ‘new core.’”

He laboriously pushed himself upright. The look of hope on his face was painful. “There’s a way?”

“Yes, but I won’t say any more about it until after you’ve eaten.”

When he had twice emptied his bowl, he turned his focus onto Wei Wuxian. His eyes were fierce, expectant, piercing.

It would be easier, to keep to the script. For a moment Wei Wuxian wavered in his resolve, but of all the names he deserved, coward was not among them.

He took a deep breath. “I want to give you my core.”

Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji go back in time undo all the hurt. They fail.

‘cause it’s worth the sacrifice to finally be strong, by MichelleFeather

"Why does no one believe you both are in a relationship with each other?" he asked over dinner, Lan Huan not in attendance.

Lan Zhan and Wei Ying shared a glance filled with years of that exact same question - along with the rage, anger, sadness, and acceptance that came with such a thought. Wei Ying swirled his drink around with his straw, the ice softly clinking against the clear glass.

"They don't believe us. That's the only conclusion we've ever been able to come to Uncle." he responded, hesitantly looking up at the elder.

"Uncle, you and the Wen siblings are the only people who believe Wei Ying and I are together, that we are married. Brother has always said we were best friends, soulmates, then immediately offered to arrange dates for me."

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Reverse trope: "instead of fake dating, everyone is convinced that you aren't actually dating"

Unfinished

Teen:

What Remains After the War, by Swan_Song

There is a child in the burial mounds.

Looking at the face of a sobbing toddler, crying for the man he once called brother, Jiang Wanyin he can’t find it in him to care that the boy has Wen blood.

He takes the boy home

When The Clock Strikes Four, by Enigmatree

In the end, in the very end, the dreams had come to this point. This Jiang Cheng had no one left. His mother had died to give him Zidian, his father had died to give him his title. His sect had died to gift him the glory of being the Sect Leader that had single-handedly resurrected the Jiang Sect. His sister wasn’t here and Wei Wuxian had given up his golden core and gone missing. Respect, achievements, a name, the Jiang Sect, immense strength, glory, a position where no one could ever again belittle him...

The Jiang Cheng in these dreams… he had attained everything Jiang Cheng had ever dreamed of having.

And now he had no one.

That was the damning point, wasn’t it?

(Whilst still in the Cloud Recesses, Jiang Cheng starts dreaming of the moments of a life that another Jiang Cheng had most regretted. He scrambles against the ever ticking clock to discover the things that might have become his greatest regrets, fix his own future, and find out why and how this is even happening to him. Thankfully, he has some help.)

General:

the sea meets the moon-blanched land, by rkivees

“I'm sorry, Lan Zhan.”

“This is in no way Wei Ying's fault.” He shook his head, eyes focused on Wei Wuxian's face when he said it.

“I could've helped you earlier.”

“You were worried about the ones who could not protect themselves.” His voice was deep and sober, “Like the promise we made 10 years ago.”

or, wei wuxian leaves lotus pier right after their classes in cloud recesses and that's when he finds himself

I Have Arranged to Tie You to Me, by xxxMiaHikarixxx

Lan Wangji is bedridden after receiving the thirty-three strikes as his punishment. He has just been informed of Wei Ying's death. He is convinced he'll never see his beloved again and his soul mourns the loss of him. But something happens in the Jingshi that forces Lan Wangji back to the past, almost three years before Wei Ying visits Cloud Recesses. Lan Wangji is determined to change the past and make sure his beloved is safe and treated with the respect he deserves this time.

[pikapeppa]

OC Name Meanings

Thank you so much for the tag @elveny! Your answers were so good and thoughtful that I feel like mine are going to be so dumb in comparison LMAO.

Rules: Search and post the meaning of your OC’s name (if you made their name up or they go by a nickname, post an explanation of how it came to you)! bonus if you can find something for their last name too.

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All right [cracks knuckles] I'll start from the top.

Mass Effect (original trilogy): Commander Adriana Shepard. I named her after my husband because he introduced me to the game. NOT VERY ORIGINAL, but named with love? 🤣

Mass Effect Andromeda: Mara Ryder. I honestly cannot remember why I chose this name for her. Vibes, probably? I often just pick a name that "feels" right...

Dragon Age Inquisition: okay, I made up sooo many fucking Lavellans, and when I first started writing, most of them were just named after Game of Thrones characters. This includes Elia, Arya, and Lyanna.

(By now, you may have noticed that all my OCs have names ending in "a". I do like names ending in "a." I am consistent that way. 😂)

Athera Lavellan is the DA:I OC whose name is the most thought-out. I borrowed it from FenxShiral's Elvhen book of names, and it means 'part of a dream', which thematically tied into her romance with Abelas.

But then there's Tamaris, which is another name that I chose because of vibes (it "felt right"). I will admit that I know someone named Tamaris and I love the name, but I was also surprised to find that this is coincidentally a name from FenxShiral's name dictionary - a fact that I used in my fic of her and Felassan.

Dragon Age 2: Rynne Hawke. Her name was also chosen for vibes; 'Rynne' struck me as a kind of fun, playful name. I think in-world, she is named after a great-aunt. (It's been a while since I revisited her, I think this is the lore. 🤣)

Dragon Age Origins: Yara Mahariel. BACK TO THE TRIED AND TRUE METHOD OF USING GAME OF THRONES NAMES. 🤣💀

Baldur's Gate 3: my main Tav is Eilaena Valderol, aka Brynn Bladetongue. THIS WAS THE NAME I THOUGHT ABOUT THE MOST. Her birth name, Eilaena, is a drow name broadly inspired by the goddess Eilistraee. Her last name is her mother's name, which I used a D&D name generator to come up with. Her criminal alias, Brynn , was borrowed from an adventurer she admired who was a regular at the theater-tavern where she grew up. 'Bladetongue' is a stagename-like surname that she came up with; in her words, it's masturbatory (flattering herself for her silver tongue), and she likes the alliteration. She's half-wood elf/half-drow, and she purposely gave herself a human-sounding alias to fuck with people LOL.

My other BG3 OC is Tavanah. I liked the idea of using the default "non-special" name of 'Tav', but making it special by having her romance, Rolan, be the only one who calls her by her full name.

Tagging forward: once again, to genuinely anyone who wants to play!!! But let's start with @seabirdsong @iamcayc @novarunestone @elinorbard @crackinglamb @johaerys-writes @alyssalenko @vorchagirl @hollyand-writes

[meancaroline]

Alien Protector’s Mate: Fated Mates of the Winged Barbarians Book 1, by Melissa Emerald

Ratings:

GoodReads Rating: 3.87 ⭐️

My Rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Spice: 🔥🔥🔥🔥

Purchasing:

On Kindle Unlimited?: Yes

Kindle E-book: $4.99

Paperback: $12.99

Review:

When Serena wakes up in an alien spaceship, she doesn't expect things to get even more difficult. But after she and a group of women are bought, and subsequently stranded and separated on another alien world, that's exactly what happens. Lost and alone in the jungles of this strange new world, she nearly meets her end. Until she is saved by Rynn, the High Spear of his tribe of Trixikka, a species of winged, tailed humanoid aliens. To further complicate matters, Rynn's heart-stars alight shortly after meeting Serena: she is his Goddesses given mate.

Will Serena be able to find the other missing women on this dangerous planet? Will she be able to come to terms with Rynn's devotion to her, and her own rising attraction to him? Or will she reject their Goddess-given bond for the chance to return to the world she was taken from?

While there are many stories that explore the meeting/ mating of humans and aliens, Alien Protector's Mate offers something I haven't seen in this type of story before: a mystery. Throughout the book Emerald drops little clues to try and answer the question, "What happened to the female Trixikka?" Serena is the first female Rynn has seen, the first female any Trixikka has seen in generations, their own females sequestered away in their tribe's temple, never stepping foot outside. And while I have my own theory about the actual goings on with the temple and its females, this is not a central part of the story. The book instead focuses on the feelings surrounding Serena and Rynn, the finding of the other missing women, and whether-or-not any other Trixikka males heart-stars will alight, signifying their mate-having status.

And I do not mind that the mystery of the Trixikka females takes a back seat to the main plot. Serena doesn't seem like the type to dig in to this sort of thing, and Rynn, having grown up with those facts, wouldn't think to question them. Additionally, this is the first book of the series, hopefully there are more clues and explanations in the book(s) to follow.

Another thing this book tackles well: virginity. Every single male in this book is two things: an alien, and a virgin.

Emerald is quick to point this out about Rynn and the Trixikka, but is even quicker to avoid the tropes that most writers bring to the topic. Emerald, and by extension, her characters, are nothing but respectful towards the virginity of the Trixikka. There are moments where the "innocence" of the characters is brought about for laughs, but the laughter is not cruel. The jokes are not at the expense of the characters inexperience, but instead about the misunderstanding of words familiar to us, the reader, and Serena. These scenes, by the way, are excellent. This book contains some of funniest sex writing I have ever read! No one is shamed or blamed, and everyone walks/flys away satisfied.

Alien Protector's Mate: Fated Mates of the Winged Barbarians is a fun, deceptively complicated read. If you are looking for a romance that is all at once respectful, otherworldly, and unabashedly sincere, this one is for you! If you do read it, feel free to leave your thoughts about where the backburner mystery will take us!

Originally posted on Lemon8 11/05/2023

[uncelebratedjuvenescence]

Generational trauma is something each of the main characters go through both emotionally and physically

But like being the next runner ups as magical guardians on top of it….

Rynn wants to be someone her mom can be proud of

Celeste’s mom is crazy overprotective

MJ’s mom is extremely negligent a

And Rouge’s aunt is the most well adjusted yet doesn’t talk about Rouge’s parents

[minutiaewriter]

Happy WBW, lovely! Not sure why, but today I'm asking about fashion?? What does the fashion-- I'm talking high, street, or anything else-- look like in your world(s)?

Thanks Tori! I’m glad you are because that’s honestly one of my favorite worldbuilding aspects <3

This will just be a general overview of the fashion typically seen in Hera because you’ve sent in an ask regarding a topic I could write an entirely separate novel on, lol. I’ll try to be brief.

The fashion in Hera looks like a combination of mostly East Asian inspired looks (anything from Rynn’s everyday tunic to Emperor Dusek’s sprawling embroidered silk robes [the wardrobes of royalty in Hera are almost entirely made up of traditional Asian clothing and jewelry]), with a bit of Baroque and 1800s flair thrown in (Kilderan’s and Yojackson’s blouses and Kilderan’s general style) But also typical sci fi clothing (Kilderan’s long black coat, Yojackson’s and Aome’s clothing) The clothing and fashion is as diverse as the races and species present in the world. I’ll leave some pictures below to give some examples:

And don’t even get me started on jewelry. I use jewelry and gemstones as motifs and symbolism all the time, these have been some of my inspirations pulled directly from the emperor’s wardrobe:

Thanks again for the ask Tori 💚 and definitely expect more on this in the future because I could go on about Hera’s fashion trends all day

[contentment-of-cats]

More Thyrondi

H*rny nonsense below the line. 

They are officers of the Empire, first and foremost. Rynn Pyrondi knows that and takes great pride in her commission, her specialty, being a part of the Seventh, and most of all being bridge crew for the Chimaera. They consistently win at the Ascension Week war games, and this year Rynn 'commanded' a simulated combat module of an Arquetiens-class facing off against an insurgent task force - and won. Her AI-generated crew casualties were light, damage to the virtual ship enough for a stay at Kuat if real, and post-game there were things that she would have done differently. 

True to form, Chimaerans celebrate wins together. 

The table is loaded with food and drink, with Thrawn and Faro at the head of it.

"So where are you staying, Pyro?" Agral asks.

"I booked a week at Aurum on Scaui." Rynn opens her datapad and shows off. "When you're stationed on an ISD, you save a lot of money. It's not like Lothal is a hotbed of luxury. Aurum is built around hot springs and a grand casino, though she's more in it for the hot springs. "I got a cottage, and you just walk out to the springs or swim up to a submerged port."

Thrawn levels a look at her. "I do not need to lecture on counting cards."

"No sir."

"Or on drinking frozen, fruit-flavored alcohol beverages in containers the size of your head."

"No sir." The server set down a Corellian Swerve next to her as Thrawn and Faro’s eyebrows cock in unison. "In my defense, sirs, it is smaller than my head."

The next morning, the shuttle to Aurum is posh and quiet, and Rynn finds it hard to nap without the sounds of an ISD around her. The vibration of engines, the sound of environmental support, the press of gravitics have sung her to sleep for the past five years. The little cottage is the size of senior officers' quarters, but to a senior lieutenant with three bunkmates in a single room, it's the very height of luxury. There's a lounge, a bedroom, and a bath that is all about hot water and a mysterious variety of taps, two tubs, and a shower you can share with three close friends - though Rynn hopes one in particular got the hint. 

She unpacks her duffel, then treats herself to a fragrant bath in the smaller of the two tubs - water to her shoulders. After that, a full-body blowdry and a thick, soft robe conspire to relax her so hard that Rynn staggers to the bed and falls gracelessly in. There are even controls for firmness, temperature, and even gravity from 'hold me down' to zero. 

So nice. 

So-

~

Thrawn hoists himself over the lip of the underwater entrance, warm from the springs and the swim. He hopes that he correctly interpreted the information as a hint to show up here. Rynn and he are… closer than before. They are 'friends with benefits' as she says. 

The cottage is dark, Thrawn having waited to make his swim under the cover of the moonless world's dark night. Could she have gone to the casino? He was only half joking about counting cards, but Rynn was exceptionally good at dicing games and roulette - to the point of being booted from four Coruscant casinos in her academy years. He lifts his head, scenting the air - human women love perfumery and he smells nightblooms along with the peculiar sweet musk of humans. He towels off and puts on dry clothing out of a sense of respect and propriety before entering the main part of the accommodation.

Rynn is not in the lounge, but in the bedroom, curled up in a massive robe and dead asleep. Thrawn pauses, taking in the peaceful expression, then moving quietly to her side. He should let her sleep, but instead he lies down next to her - and with a sleepy mumble Rynn rolls to him.

"-took ya."

"I was uncertain as to the implied invitation." Warm Human rolling atop him, and she is wearing not a stitch under that robe. Thrawn undertakes a swift investigation to confirm his findings. 

"I was trying for subtle. Not my strongest hand." 

Indeed, Rynn is as direct as a turbolaser blast. "You smell good." 

And she does. He's learned that 'horny' humans smell like pastry wanting to be eaten. Eli confused him at first by smelling of snowberry cream tarts, while Rynn smells of a spice roll. It's a double-edged blade. Thrawn did not really want to associate the scent of chocolate whisky cake with Tarkin, but here he is and Faro on the make smells like buttercream frosting. The Chimaera crew can at times fool his nose into thinking he's in a bakeshop.

His stomach rumbles and Rynn laughs. "Hungry or horny?"

"One does not preclude the other." He has both hands under her robe, ranging across warm and delicate Human skin. Nothing under the robe - confirmed. She wriggles atop him and his sex tries to punch its way out. Rynn spoils him with her appetites, but also with tender treatment. 

"There's room service and you have too much clothing on."

"Again, I had no wish to presume."

Rynn kisses him, lips parting and for long moments there is only the dance of tongues and his hands on her buttocks. Kissing Rynn requires all his attention, as it's just the first offering in her feast. This is a woman who downloaded the Chimaera's ductwork profile and figured out how to get into his quarters so that they could fall madly in bed together, after all.

Perhaps he should presume. 

He rolls with her in his arms, pressing her into the incredible softness of this bed. Human sleeping nests are for their eight-hour sleeps, and they are so very warm. He breaks the kiss and looks down at her, spreading the robe open like unwrapping a present. If she reminds him of anything, it's of a Rendate marble - insouciant smile, hair spread across the pillow, breasts just enough to fill his hands. His civilian tunic goes flying, undershirt in its wake, and her hands make short work of his belt and trousers. 

Her fingers trace the rise under his blacks, tease their way in and stroke the slit as his sex pushes against it. He is in control of himself, thank you, and has only one head to which thinking is delegated. 

"You like being a terrible tease." 

"It's not a tease if I fully intend to deliver." She slips her arms out of the robe, then pushes his trousers and blacks down his hips. There is no rank in bed, and Rynn is bossy until she isn't. "Too much clothing. I want you naked."

Thrawn rolls off Rynn and sends his trousers and blacks after his tunic and undershirt.

Then he pounces. 

Rynn is smaller than Eli, with the same color skin and eyes, but 'red' hair. Also like Eli, she likes a tussle. They disorder the bed and each other, her hair coming loose and her fingers carding through his own. He pins her by virtue of size and experience, with her legs over his shoulders and his mouth on her - and resistance crumbles as he laps her open, tasting the salt-sweet of her, breathing in her musk, and savoring the long, soft susurration of her surrender. Thrawn lays her down, spreads her open, and feasts.

[mafiaamongstus]

We've been trying to reach you concerning your Skeld's extended warranty. You should've received a notice in the mail about your ship's extended warranty eligibility. Since we've not gotten a response, we're giving you a final courtesy call before we close out your file. Press 2 to be removed and placed on our do-not-call list. To speak to someone about possibly extending or reinstating your ship's warranty, press 1 to speak with a warranty specialist.

Private Kyle: GENERAL RYNNNNNN, SOMEONE PUT THE INFO INTO A SCAM SYSTEM AGAIN

General Rynn: I could have sworn I fixed that last week...

Private Kyle: Yeah well they put it into a new one, can you deal with it again?

General Rynn: Of course.

[spaghettithighs]

Continuing the theme: "Hey Stewboy, do you think you could make some MIDI tracks for my Doom Wad that parodies ancient alien conspiracy tropes?" Stuart Rynn, channeling the essence of divinity itself through General MIDI: "Alright"

japanese game dev in the 90s: hey dude can you make some music for our game about anime girls getting fucked sloppy style

guy who's about to push the PC-98 sound card to its absolute limit and create the most heartachingly beautiful music you've ever heard: Yeah okay

[vodika-vibes]

I feel like talking about Rynn and her relationship with Delta Squad, I'll put it under a cut so you don't have to read it if you don't wanna.

Miralians train Miralians, that's just how the Jedi Order has worked so far, so Rynn's Master was a Miralian Jedi Shadow.

He's a good man and a fine Jedi, but not, perhaps, the best teacher. Just because you know something doesn't mean you can teach it, after all.

So Rynn's education was very formative.

In fact, her education could be described as "sink or swim time, padawan!"

She did survive her Padawanship, though not without her fair share of scars and trauma.

The biggest thing she learned as a padawan was that she had to rely on herself because she couldn't expect anyone else to try and help her.

So, when she gets assigned to Delta Squad, she's doubtful.

In fact, they butt heads. A lot.

She's far too used to working alone and isn't the best at communicating what she's doing. Delta Squad expects her to communicate properly so they know what's going on.

There are a lot of arguments between Rynn and Boss.

Like. A lot.

Eventually, just to stop the arguments, she starts cluing them in and it helps keep the peace. But their relationship doesn't become friendly until 9 months into their partnership.

It's the standard thing. A routine mission went wrong, and Rynn did some fast math.

To the Separatists, Clones are expendable. Jedi, however, are much less expendable. So she force flung Delta to safety and allowed herself to be captured, even though she believed, to her core, that no one would come for her.

Needless to say, Delta absolutely did not leave their General in the hands of the enemy.

And it forced Rynn to reevaluate everything.

She likes to say that the Separatists are to thank for the relationship that eventually develops. Her boys, however, vehemently disagree, claiming that it would happen anyway.

[pyrepostings]

Whumptober Bonus Prompt: Finding Old Messages

Free Birds and Fiddlers

CW: not much, referenced past medical episode but nothing explicit, mostly a bit of worldbuilding.

~~~

It took all day, but the group finally made it to tree cover, and soon after, the primary encampment was visible. Orders were given once everyone was inside the boarders, and most of the squad peeled off, to take of the horses and rest before tomorrow's next leg of the journey.

Kevin didn't realize how hard he was panting until they stopped, all of his focus for the last few hours was dedicated to keeping his seat. Of course, Julian would also notice right about now.

"I'm fine, Julian, really. I just haven't gone that far in one go for awhile."

"You're shaking. Here, Doni can take care of the horse, I can help you to the Medbay and Rynn can take a look at you-"

"And what's she going to find?" Kevin slid off the horse successfully, though missing a certain grace the other riders had in doing so. "I'm just tired. And the numbing is starting to wear off, is all. I don't suppose you kept my room tagged for me all this time?"

"No, that was reassigned about a year after you left. There are a pair of beds made up in the new recruits lodge for you and Quinn, which should be fine for the one night."

"Hm. I suppose I shouldn't really have expected anything different."

The pair ascended up to the wooden walkway that connected the tree-house encampment, out of easy reach of the monsters that would prowl below, giving the sentries time to engage threats should they come near. Kevin had forgotten the beauty in this particular view.

"On that note, there is something I want to show you, though it can wait until morning if you want to go straight to bed."

"Well, now, you're going to have to show me now."

The storage room opened with a creek. Kevin had almost forgotten how the massive trees swayed ever so slightly, and how much room could be carved out inside for shelves full of wooden boxes. Julian pulled one such large chest out from the nook where it was hiding. The leather covering over the latch was painted with a green clover.

"After you left, it did take me awhile to accept that you really weren't going to come back," Julian explained. "But eventually, I made a decision of practicality, and went through your room, and all your old things. Anything that wasn't yours necessarily, that just happened to be things you were using, were redistributed to new recruits, or added back to the general library. Everything else, I put in here. You can open it, it's all yours."

Kevin nodded, not sure what to feel. He knelt, and opened it. On the inside of the lid was a letter, more of a catalogue card. It read:

"The contents within are the personal effects of former Brazen combatant, Kevin "Scotty" O'Reily. They are to be preserved until such a time as he claims them, direct confirmation of his death, or the date of presumed death, March 17, 1986, whichever comes first."

And truly, inside were several personal affects left behind. A blanket with repetitive and practicing designs sewn into it, a banner to hang on a wall melding past and present loyalties held together by childhood fervor and amateur stitch-work, his old journal and songbook, a violin. And sheathed at the bottom was a- no, both twin knives.

"You have both of them? I thought the one was lost to the ocean."

"mhm. I thought so too. But after I brought you back to camp in critical condition and there was nothing I could do but wait for you to wake up, I went back to where we were camped, packed up the site. While I was there I passed by the beach. Your knife was half buried in the sand, and I found my cloak snagged on a branch too."

Kevin nodded and clipped them to his harness.

"Are you mad, that I didn't tell you I found it?"

"No. I left the other one behind for practicality reasons unrelated to the fact it was half a set. It wouldn't have made much difference."

"You're welcome to peruse the library and take any books you had previously, and we can load this whole box onto the wagon if you would like."

"Alright, thank you. In the morning though. I'd like to go to bed now."

"Alright. I can escort you to it."

[gwydionae]

For the ask meme, 1, 6, 11!

1.) What is the first fandom you were ever a part of?

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, but, like, the original cartoon. XD Wasn't much of a "fandom", though, as it was just me and my friends liking the show, and I'd draw fanart, lol.

If we're going by the modern sense of the word, then Digimon. I drew fanart, wrote fanfiction, visited all the early 2000s fandom sites, got to know a few other like-minded individuals online (Rynn-sama, wherever you are now, I hope you're well!), etc. I was deeeeeeeep in that fandom! lol

...was a lot more fun back then before the wars between sub vs dub and season vs season became commonplace. (Same can be said for TMNT, come to think of it, lol.) Sigh...

6.) Favorite headcanon?

Oh this is hard... I've never been a big headcanon person as usually my brain is either "this is supported by canon so it's ok!" or "canon sucks anyway just ignore it!". ^_^;; Hmm...

Ok, I DO headcanon that after the Hokuto Cup (in Hikaru no Go), Hikaru finally tells Akira about Sai. I mean, it's just set up so perfectly with the way the manga ends, with Hikaru talking out loud about connecting the past and the future through his Go. With Sai so front and center on his mind during that arc, it feels like he'd want to talk about it after his match, and who else could he possibly do that with? There, that's definitely not supported by canon, but no one can disprove it either! XD

11.) Most unique merch you have for a fandom?

For something truly unique I'd go with this:

You'll note that this isn't really merch, per se. This is an educational magazine about art that I found in storage while at college. There is an entire essay about manga and the influence it has over adolescents in Japan (circa 2001). It discusses what manga is from a technical standpoint and why it might encourage children to make art. Hikaru no Go is used as a visual example despite never being referred to by name (the essay sites the specific Shounen Jump magazine the images come from instead, though it does at least mention Yumi Hotta and Takeshi Obata as the creators). I was just so excited to see my favorite manga covered in such a fashion, even if the topic was about manga in general. ...I don't remember if I just took it or if I asked first, but it was shoved in a cabinet with a bunch of other junk, so either way I'm sure it's fine. XD

[dream-beyond-the-fantasy]

For the character thing: Julie Lawrence and for a Canon character, Bobby Brown.

Julie Lawrence

Sexuality Headcanon: heterosexual

Gender Headcanon: Cishet female

A ship I have with said character: Jimmy

A BROTP I have with said character: Julie & her actual brother Johnny, Julie & Becca, Julie & Bobby, Julie & Ali

A NOTP I have with said character: Chad Danforth, a popular boy that asks Julie to prom. Yes, he's an OC.

A random headcanon: Julie reads Star Wars novels to her kids.

General Opinion over said character: Julie was pretty sheltered and the first time she really rebelled/did something for herself, her life gets complicated. Sorry, I don't know what you're looking for.

Bobby Brown

Sexuality Headcanon: heterosexual, but I can get behind bisexual

Gender Headcanon: Cishet male

A ship I have with said character: Your Becca Kreese and Bobby are my favorite ship for him. Other Bobby ships are Bobby/Johnny, Bobby/Barbara, Bobby/Beth (an OC in Never Knew), and Bobby/Natalie/Johnny from Kai's Team Player fic. I was intrigued by Bobby/Jessica in at least one fic.

A BROTP I have with said character: All of the Cobras, but Johnny and Jimmy, in particular.

A NOTP I have with said character: Bobby/Daniel. It's not my hardest NOTP, but it's just not really for me.

A random headcanon: Bobby is a closet nerd, but is pretty damn open about his love for Star Wars. I thank Rynn for this headcanon.

General Opinion over said character: Bobby is the heart of the team, but I don't necessarily think he should have become a pastor.