#i only noticed she hard blocked when i found her art and found out that i couldnt reblog lol

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for trying to block evade?

This happened several years ago, so I'll put the ages that we were at the time.

I [17F at the time], had an extremely close friend [17F] of 3+ years, and I still haven't found any kind of friendship that came close to the level of trust / openness that was there. So some of this backstory ranges from 14yrs to 17yrs.

My home was abusive, and she and her mom helped me figure out what was rational vs irrational, normal vs not normal, and pointing out local resources to get help - which was absolutely amazing and I could not thank them enough.

She invited me to her house pretty regularly, a couple times a week. We'd have hours of skype calls. She got me roped into Undertale & the fandom. Well, not that we really interacted with the fandom at large. We only publically posted some of the art and barely got noticed haha. Between the two of us, we had something like 26 AUs and had a lot of rp with multiverse shenanigans - like over 1200+ pages of google docs rp, because that's where we did like 90% of it. After we hit like 100-200 pages, we'd make a new doc so it wouldn't take so long to load. And we had like, at least like 9 docs I think. I was mostly in it for her, because it was really fun to just make up stories together. I could've done it with any fandom she threw at me, undertale is just the one that was popular at the time.

At one point, I think when we were around 16, I asked her if she wanted to start dating. She said something along the lines of maybe in the future, but not right now - she wanted to focus on school. Even though she declined at the time, she did say she appreciated me asking and that it meant a lot to her. And there were 0 hard feelings about the answer, we just kept on going the way we were going.

She got hit with a really bad level of depression, and stopped coming to school. After 2-3 days, I started calling her every day around lunch time just to check in on her and see how she was doing. See if there was anything I could do to help - bring some snacks, catch her up on classwork for the couple classes we shared, stuff like that. This was for couple months. More than just a mental health day, and the only reason she gave was Depression.

After a week or two of the daily calls, there was probably an aspect of toxic positivity on my end. Like "You gotta Do Something to avoid being trapped in your misery, even if it's just baby steps like sitting outside on the porch or going on a walk down the block" Not maliciously, but more out of not knowing how to handle a situation like this & genuinely wanting to help her because of all the help she's offered me in the past & fueled a little bit by fear because Depresssion is the excuse that my abusive parents used to justify their shitty behavior & neglect. Not because I was afraid of what she'd do to me, but more what she'd do to herself. That's one of the only things I could think where I went wrong, which I completely acknowledge and understand now.

She was still inviting me to her house, and we were still doing our normal thing there. Drawing and writing stories together.

After 4-5 weeks [? estimate, time is an illusion] of her not showing up to school, I can't remember if I asked if it was helpful or if she suggested that I stop calling every day. Calling every day was making her feel worse.

I did end up calling the next day or two at lunch - crossing the boundary was not my intent. We had planned to hang out on the weekend again, lunch is just when I remembered & had time to call to ask if she still wanted to hang out or if she wanted some space. I think she said yes to hanging out, didn't mention anything about crossing the boundary. Same with the next day - there was something I needed to ask clarification on, it wasn't a check in, nothing was mentioned of the boundary. I can't remember what it was now. This is another one of the places where I think I went wrong, which I acknowledge & understand.

I did stop the check ins like requested though. After those two off days, I did stop calling her every day at lunch.

She finished out the school year having shown up to class maybe 3ish times, I think.

Again, we were still hanging out regularly. There was no indication that I was doing anything wrong, there was no indication that anything I was doing was wrong. She was still the one inviting me to hang out at least half the time.

There were some problems that I was noticing that I just wanted to have a casual chat about and figure out, but she kept pushing it off as a "I don't have the energy right now, we can talk about it later" and we'd go back to the fun things. I don't really remember what those problems were.

In the summer, I went to a different state to visit my older sister that I hadn't seen in years. I talked to her about it, I was excited for it. We were still chatting regularly during my trip over skype or discord.

And then, during my trip that I was so excited about, she drops this bombshell. She sends me several massive messages detailing out a bullet point list of everything I've done wrong, that she's explicitly breaking off the friendship, and blocks me. 95% of things on that list either flat weren't true, or gross misunderstandings of what happened.

It was genuinely horrible things too.

For example, one of the things on the list was "Suicide baiting" or "Suicide guilt tripping" or something along those lines, which had happened several months if not a year before this. -I've only ever communicated feeling acutely suicidal to her 1 time. -Long before that, she made me promise that if I ever felt suicidal that I was supposed to immediately talk to her about it, for her own peace of mind so she wouldn't worry about me. -I reached a point of feeling acutely suicidal due to abuse at home & general existential dread, that happened to be during a time we had an issue.

I purposefully waited until after the issue was resolved, like 2 weeks, before telling her. I did that specifically so it would not be taken as a guilt trip or a form of coercion while still holding as true as I could to my promise. She made me promise to tell her, it was something very important to her. I made very clear to say "this is something I experienced a couple weeks ago due to unrelated things, it is resolved now, I got help through xyz means and genuinely feel better. You made me promise to tell you so I am telling you, I didn't want to say anything while we were having a problem for xyz reason." I just wanted to talk, and clear up the misunderstandings. I wanted to have a good conversation about figuring out where the communication went wrong, try and figure out how she came to these conclusions, and how that differs from my point of view. Do something to work it out, and just talk about it, and try and salvage this 3+ year friendship.

After I realized I was blocked, I was going through so so many emotions all at once. The whiplash of going from 5 to 100, Upset that I wasn't given any sort of chance to explain, the 5 stages of grief, being thrown away like the gum off your shoe, worrying about her and if this was the stage of isolation for depression, holding out the hope that we could still just talk and work things out, angry that she kept pushing off and refusing to have any sort of serious talk before this, doubting if anything she had said on 'normal vs not normal' - particularly communication styles, thoughts that maybe she was abusive and manipulative all along, maybe I was continuing the cycle of abuse, trauma flashbacks, anxieties that I had since squashed as 'irrational', fear that this was a sign that she was about to fucking kill herself and maybe the whole list was a lie so I wouldn't try and reach out and stop her, doubting my own reality and maybe the entire list she sent me was true and she was justified in her actions.

Simultaneously trying to process intense feelings and realities if it was true and I'm really secretly a horrible monster, if it wasn't true and she was about to die, and old traumas getting dug out of the grave.

God I was such an emotional wreck and did not know how to process or understand anything that was happening.

This is where the AITA comes in -

I was pushing through back to back panic attacks trying to contact her and figure out what was going on. I didn't want her to die, if that's what was happening. I didn't want to be discarded and thrown away like a piece of trash, if that's what was happening. I didn't want to have 0 chance of learning & growing as a person even if this friendship wasn't salvageable due to my monstrous nature, if that's what was happening.

So I block evaded like fckn crazy. Gmail, pet game sites, discord, skype, deviantart, whatever online platform that we shared that had messaging enabled. I called her phone several times. On the 3-4th call, her mom picked up and told me that none of the above was true. That she wasn't about to die, that I wasn't being thrown away like trash, and that I wasn't a monster. She didn't agree with her daughters actions and thought it unfair to me, but ultimately it was my friend's choice. All simultaneously which just did not compute.

If the list she sent me was true, I was a shitty horrible person. If it wasn't, and she isn't about to die, then not be able to just have a calm sit-down conversation at some point about it and clear it up - if I wasn't worth even attempting to make that effort then I was being thrown away like trash. I kept trying for days afterwards to talk to her - just, anything at all. Nothing got through, she never responded to anything.

And... that was that.

I didn't have a chance to talk to her again. I didn't have a chance to clear up misunderstandings, or understand what I did actually wrong and where, or any sort of closure.

Sometimes if I'm remembering it and feeling paranoid, I'll check and see if she's alive by looking at her online profiles for any activity. Like, maybe once a year tops now. According to the petgame sites, she's still alive at least. I'm assuming she got new social media. Literally it's just a "is she alive, do I have to worry about causing her suicide" check, I don't stalk or look into anything further than that.

Anyway, AITA for how extensively & desperately I was block evading?

What are these acronyms?

[isaacarellanesismyhusband]

day 7: defense against the dark arts partner

pair: Harry Potter x reader summary: Harry would shine in a DADA duel, but it’s the tension with y/n(she/her) that might throw him off his game

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The air in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom buzzed with excitement. Professor Lupin had just announced the day’s lesson: partner dueling practice. The class was to pair up, and Harry felt a surge of confidence. Dueling had always been one of his strong suits. But when Professor Lupin called out your name and paired you with Harry, he felt his heart skip a beat. You shot him a shy smile as you walked over, clutching your wand a bit nervously. Harry tried to keep his composure, but it was hard when you were so close, and the faint scent of your shampoo filled his senses."Ready, Harry?" you asked, positioning yourself across from him.Harry nodded, trying to focus on the task at hand. "Yeah, let's do this." But instead of his usual confidence, he found his voice was a little softer, a little less certain. Professor Lupin instructed the class to begin, and you both raised your wands. For a moment, you just stared at each other, both hesitant to make the first move. You were close enough to notice the little details—the way Harry’s glasses slipped down his nose just slightly, how his hair was as messy as ever but in a way that suited him perfectly. And Harry couldn’t help but notice the way your eyes sparkled with excitement, your lips twitching into a smile that made his heart race.

"Expelliarmus!" you finally called out, breaking the silence.

Harry was quick to deflect your spell, but the momentary distraction of how cute you looked while casting it made his counter less precise. He winced internally as his spell veered off to the side, barely missing you. You giggled, clearly surprised at his uncharacteristic mistake.

"Something on your mind, Potter?" you teased lightly.

Harry chuckled, his cheeks heating up. "Maybe just a little distracted."

"By what?" you asked, genuinely curious as you raised your wand again.

Harry hesitated, searching for the right words. "By you," he admitted, almost too softly for you to hear.

The words hung in the air between you, and for a moment, the tension of the duel was forgotten. Your eyes widened slightly, and a flush crept up your cheeks. "Really?" you asked, your voice a whisper.

Harry nodded, lowering his wand slightly. "Yeah… You’re kind of hard to ignore."

A small smile tugged at your lips as you processed his words, the flutters in your chest making it hard to keep up your playful demeanor. "I could say the same about you, Harry," you replied, your tone just as soft.

The two of you stood there for a moment, completely lost in each other, oblivious to the rest of the class still dueling around you.

"Care to try again?" you asked, the warmth in your voice unmistakable.

"Only if you promise not to distract me so much this time," Harry replied with a grin, his confidence returning but now mixed with a sweetness that hadn’t been there before.

"I can’t make any promises," you said, smiling brightly as you raised your wand again.

Harry laughed, and you both resumed your positions, but now the tension was different—softer, more like a shared secret. When you cast your next spell, and Harry skillfully blocked it, there was a playful spark in both your eyes that hadn’t been there before.

As the class continued, the dueling between you two became more of a dance than a battle. There were no more missteps from Harry, but there were plenty of lingering glances and light-hearted banter. By the time Professor Lupin called an end to the practice, Harry couldn’t remember a time when he had enjoyed a class more.

As you gathered your things to leave, Harry walked beside you, still feeling the warmth of your earlier exchange. "Maybe we should practice more often," he suggested, trying to sound casual but failing to hide the hope in his voice.

"I’d like that," you agreed, giving him a look that made him feel like the luckiest person in Hogwarts.

As you both left the classroom, chatting easily about anything but the duel, Harry couldn’t help but think that, distracted or not, being your DADA partner was the best thing that had happened to him in a long time.

[mariaashlay]

Here it is, the fic I wrote for @neondownpourzine !

I had the honor of working with the talented @maximax-x !

The art they did for both this fic and the Zine in general is absolutely amazing and I highly recommend checking out the rest of their beautiful creations, as well as the amazing art and fics that were made by the rest of the contributors!

At first everything seemed fine, it was as normal as it could be. Well, at least, as normal as it could be for the two of them.

Yomi’s emotional outbursts and Martina’s submissiveness towards him were both things that had become all too common behind closed doors at Amaterasu Corporation. The way they act around each other had become common knowledge within the confines of the company.

Currently, there isn’t a single Peacekeeper who would look upon scenes like the one in front of me with even the slightest bit of surprise. No, the only thing most of us felt while being forced to witness such acts was pure disgust, alongside the slight feeling of neutrality that most of us had acquired after having witnessed such things so often.

Which is exactly what I felt as I stared at the two of them in front of that enormous screen displaying the – at least to Yomi – amusing destruction of the hideout of the Nocturnal Detective Agency as well as a large amount of the surrounding area. All the while, he had been using the ever-so-obedient Martina as a chair.

Then, within mere seconds, like a switch had been flipped, Martina lay on the cold, hard floor. The front of Yomi’s booth lodged into her abdomen as he continued to berate her, both physically and verbally. It was almost frightening just how fast his once calm exterior had transformed into one of pure rage.

She didn't even bother protecting her head, almost like she was fully convinced that he just wouldn’t kick her there. No matter what, even when he had no qualms harming any other part of her, he for some reason just wouldn't kick her there. And, surprisingly, she had been correct.

From the corner of my eyes, I looked over at the Peacekeeper who had been standing at the other side of the door. I didn't dare move my head even the slightest, or any part of my body for that matter. My posture had to be perfect. If not, I don't even want to know what Yomi would do to me if he were to notice.

Fear of imperfection has been drilled into us from the moment we first joined Amaterasu. To the public, we have to appear like an unwavering force of power. People should feel fear at just the thought of going against us, which could only be achieved if we walked around like perfectly programmed law-abiding robots.

Though, that didn't stop the Peacekeeper next to me from shaking intensely as he stared at the sight in front of us.

With grace, Martina had lifted herself up from the ground, looking as composed as ever, with not a single thing out of place. All the while, Yomi had quickly reverted back to the calm state he had been in before, albeit with a more devious smile now occupying his face as he started talking once more.

I could hardly hear any of what Yomi was saying to her as I was trying my hardest to block out the sounds of what was happening in front of me. Though, sadly, that didn't stop certain parts of their mostly one-sided conversation from reaching my ears.

Martina listened as calmly as she always would as he began to go on about some random machine that was currently being developed. I found this a bit odd, but it wasn't all too out of the ordinary, despite what had transpired just moments ago. And it seems that Martina thought so as well. Well, at first, at least.

After he had finished speaking, she stayed quiet for just a second before her once-calm eyes turned wide from disbelief as his words finally sank in. Instantly, that calm look on her face faltered completely, as fear now showed clearly on her face.

Before she even had the chance to react, quickly, the two Peacekeepers that had been standing closer to them surrounded Martina and grabbed hold of her tightly.

Despite her intelligence and quick-witted nature, Martina seemed to have succumbed to her fear, as all she could do was continue listening to the Director's calmly-spoken words. All the while, both her and the two Peacekeepers that held her within their grasp were trembling.

What followed was something that I could only describe as a nightmare for everyone that had the misfortune of having been forced to be involved in such a wretched display of cruelty.

The sound of my frantically-beating heart was almost as loud as Martina's cries as she desperately called out to him as they dragged her away. Screaming his name until her voice went hoarse, yet he made not even the slightest effort to look back at her. He just stood there completely motionless, with his back turned.

As they moved past me to exit the room, I caught a glimpse of her expression. It was a horrid sight that I will never be able to forget. Her tear-filled eyes reflected all the years they've spent together being thrown away like just another piece of disposable garbage.

Even after they had long since exited the room, her cries could still be heard echoing through the halls. It seems that, despite everything that had just transpired, she still believed that the sound of her despair-filled pleas would somehow be able to bring him back to his senses. That the sound of her broken voice reaching out to him would make a part of him regret everything and put an end to this madness.

Those screams will continue to haunt me for years to come.

After what felt like an eternity of endless torment, she had finally been dragged out of earshot, and that's when he finally decided to move again. Turning around to face the doorway that she had been dragged through with a blank expression, though within less than a second, it had been replaced by a smile so innocent and calm that it was almost frightening.

Yomi spoke about finding the corpses of the blown up detectives to no one in particular with childlike excitement, before proceeding to calmly walk out of the room and down the dark hallway where the remains of his action still lingered. Leaving me and the only other Peacekeeper that was still in the room alone with the aftermath of what had just happened.

And although there were two of us, at the moment, it felt like I was completely alone, with just my rapidly-racing thoughts to keep me company.

‘What's love?’ Those words, and the cold, emotionless tone they had been spoken in, still lingered clearly in my mind.

Despite everything, I truly believed that what Yomi felt towards Martina was what could only be described as love. Or, at least, whatever could be considered as love to such twisted people as the two of them.

In the many moments I would see them so close to each other, his hands all over her as he admired her with such a soft expression on his face, I always thought that, despite all of the abuse, those displays of affection were out of genuine care towards her.

Even while knowing just how deranged Yomi was, there was always something about the way they'd look at each other that stopped me from ever even considering that those displays of affection could ever be fake. 

But as the sound of Martina's screams still continues to ring loudly in my ears, I finally realize just how wrong I truly had been about the Director's ‘love’ for the now Ex-Vise Director. 

But still. Even though he made it look like it, had it, had it really been that easy for him to throw away years of emotions and memories just like that? Was it really that easy for him to suddenly view his once-beloved right hand as just another useless tool used to satiate his madness?

Or did he truly never love her at all?

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Hello! May I request romantic/platonic headcanons for Brook from One Piece and fem!Tanjiro!reader?

When a Blood Demon Art transported the reader and Nezuko to the One Piece world, they are found by the Straw Hat Pirates.

-“Nezuko!!” you leapt at your sister, clenching your eyes tightly as you felt the claws of the demon slashed across your back and cheek, aiming for your now unconscious sister.

-The demon laughed loudly, seeing your action as foolish, “Idiot!” as you cried out, tumbling hard to the ground, clutching Nezuko tightly to your chest, rolling several feet from the force of the blow.

-He approached, hunched over, dragging his sword on the ground behind him, the metal scraping against the rocks.

-You couldn’t open your right eye, try as you might, as you could hear him coming closer and closer with each step before the sound of the sword on the rocks left as he lifted his sword up, swirling ribbons of black fire surrounding his sword.

-Nezuko’s eyes snapped open, feeling the blood lust and shot her hand up as the blade was coming down, ruby red flames instantly surrounding both you and her.

-As the two Demon Blood Arts collided, a massive explosion occurred, momentarily stunning the demon who was blown back and as the dust cleared, you and Nezuko were nowhere to be seen.

-On the main deck of The Thousand Sunny, the ship of the Straw Hat Pirates, the crew was enjoying a massive barbeque, celebrating the arrival of their newest crew member, Jinbei!

-Nami and Robin were sunbathing, enjoying the fruity drinks Sanji had prepared, along with Chopper who was laying under their umbrella, napping, surprisingly able to sleep with all of the noise of the men of the crew who were eating, laughing, drinking, and just having fun!

-Almost instantly, Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, and Jinbei all froze, turning, with Usopp sensing that they felt only moments later, all standing on guard, sensing intense blood lust as everyone else was quickly on edge as well.

-A swirling ball of black and ruby red flames suddenly appeared, hovering a few feet above the deck as Usopp, Chopper, and Nami panicked, screaming while Franky lifted his sunglasses off his eyes, “Oi-oi that better not burn my ship!!”

-Jinbei tucked his fist to his side, his other lifting as a ball of water appeared, ready to put it out while Brook had his sword at the ready, standing next to Robin who lifted her arms, stepping in front of Nami as she grabbed her Clima-Tact.

-The ball of fire dropped someone who landed hard on the ground in a heap, covered in wounds before the ball swirled out of existence.

-Eyes were wide, seeing these two people, one of them heavily injured while other looked to be only a child, a bamboo mouthpiece blocking her mouth, both of their clothes smoking from the remains of the fire.

-Jaws dropped all around as many called out in shock and fear, eyes shooting out of their heads, not understanding where they had come from.

-Zoro was quick to notice your sword by your side, having rolled out of your purple hand which was now broken, before Luffy approached, kneeling next to you with no fear, poking your side, receiving no response.

-That feeling of bloodlust was gone as the others were quick to approach, Chopper running over and had Robin and Nami help him pull you and your sister apart, laying you both on your backs.

-Sanji was immediately furious, seeing that two young ladies were heavily injured, you more than your sister, who shocked everyone as her wounds were rapidly healing, leaving only the blood that needed to be wiped away.

- Robin carefully cradled your head, helping to turn it so Chopper could look at the wounds across your neck and face, which looked like claw marks.

-Nezuko’s eyes instantly shot open when Luffy poked her belly, shocking them all as she instantly leapt up in a backflip, landing on all fours, growling darkly as her eyes seemed to narrow darkly.

-Zoro instantly drew one of his swords, ready to attack, before Nami and Sanji both kicked him hard, sending him flying, “That’s a child, you idiot!!”

-Nezuko was quick to approach, growling lowly at Robin, reminding her more of a wild animal rather than a child as her attention went to you, seeing you injured.

-Tears instantly welled in her eyes, one of her hands patting your uninjured cheek, wanting you to wake up.

-Luffy was quick to pick her up, sitting back with her in his arms, surprising her, but she felt like this man was someone she could trust, “So who are you?”

-She called out from behind her mouthpiece, unable to speak properly and instantly Usopp grinned, “Here, let me help.” He pulled her mouthpiece off, revealing her mouth of sharp teeth, making Usopp scream in fear leaping back.

-Chopped got attention back on you, “We need to get her into surgery. Robin will you help me?” she instantly agreed and after getting a stretcher, Sanji and Usopp carried your body into the infirmary, leaving the rest to take care of Nezuko, who was crying out, trying to get to you, her arms stretching towards you, unable to change forms at the moment, due to being a bit weak from the transport.

-Chopper and Robin were in surgery for almost three hours, getting you patched up, from the claw marks to a stab wound in your stomach, your broken hand, and your eye, which is what took the longest to deal with.

-Nezuko was running around, avoiding the crew who were playing tag with her, many amazed that she was so good at dodging them, making it look effortless, but she was having fun, after being cleaned up and her clothes washed.

-Zoro was as still as a statue while she sat on his lap as he was looking at your sword, seeing that it was very well forged, it was amazing! She beamed up at him, making his eyelid twitch lightly before she saw Robin and Chopper, running over to them.

-Chopper patted her head, being right about the same height as her, “She will be okay soon. She’s resting now.” While Robin inquired if they had managed to figure out who the two of you were.

-It was three days later when you finally woke up, scaring Chopper who leapt back in fear as you had shot straight up, “Nezuko?!”

-You flinched, hearing the scream and your eyes widened, seeing, “A…deer?” he instantly glared, talking, which surprised you, “Oi! I’m not a- wait what?! Yes, I’m a reindeer!” as he said this he leapt into your arms, startling you as he cried, lamenting that he was always called a tanuki!

-He then forced to lie back down, as he wanted to check to make sure you didn’t rip any stitches, while you were so confused, curious as to where you were, lifting a hand to the one eye you couldn’t open, finding a thick bandage over it.

-Once your exam was completed Chopper introduced himself to you and told you how you and your sister, Nezuko, came to be on their ship.

-You were in awe, unable to figure out how you were transported here, into what looked to be a new world completely before Chopper told you that Nezuko was completely fine, and was currently outside playing with Luffy and the others. You almost freaked, hearing that she was in the sun, but to hear that she was okay, the sun not doing anything to her, you calmed, but it did raise more questions.

-Luffy was ecstatic that you were finally awake, cheering loudly as he and Nezuko both ran into the infirmary, after Chopped told everyone that you were awake.

-Only moments later Luffy was being yelled at by both Nami and Chopper, covered in lumps as he and Nezuko leapt at you, tipping the bed over and by default, sending you to the ground.

-You weren’t bothered by it, not overly hurt as you held Nezuko, who was sobbing in your arms, her mouthpiece nearby, as Robin helped you back onto the bed.

-When all of the Straw Hats had arrived to the infirmary, you were initially wary of Brook and Jinbei, worried that they were demons, but Nezuko was completely fine with them, telling you that they were not a threat.

-Luffy was an unusual individual, his personality was so wild and warm, but you could sense he was incredibly strong at the same time, many of these people were strong, you could sense their auras that seemed to ooze power.

-You explained what the last thing you remembered was, fighting a demon who tried to attack Nezuko, taking the hit yourself instead and when he went to attack you both, Nezuko used her own Demon Blood Art to protect you both and that’s where everything went black.

-You answered all of their questions and they learned you were in the Demon Slayer Corps, and Nezuko was a demon, having been changed by another demon who slaughtered your whole family, and you were looking for a cure for her.

-Luffy immediately recruited the two of you into his crew, not taking no for an answer, and you weren’t able to refuse, as you had no clue about anything in this world, and you knew that Nezuko would be safe.

-The next month had been a bit rough on both you and Nezuko, as you were still healing, and dealing with these new people, Zoro being the only one who was a bit hostile towards you, at first, but according to Nami, he’s like that with everyone.

-Zoro came around when he saw you practicing your breathing techniques, instantly intrigued and asked to spar with you, but was quickly shut down by Franky and Usopp, as you were still injured, only allowed to practice a bit.

-When he tried to face you in a match, once you were completely better, you stunned everyone by taking him out, not with your sword, but with a brutal headbutt, as you had an opening to take him out and you took it.

-When Nezuko, after recharging for several days after you woke up, she shocked everyone by changing her form, from her child form she’s been stuck in since she first arrived, to her normal form, only a bit shorter than you, and after seeing how Sanji was with Robin, Nami, and you, you were concerned about him seeing her adult form, as he was a pervert.

-Sanji was respectful, treating you and Nezuko like the other girls on the ship, way better than the men, doting on all four of you by giving you food first and making sure you all had the most beautifully presented meals.

-It was a bit of a learning curve for you and Nezuko, as neither one of you knew how to use a fork and knife, growing up on chopsticks, so you had to learn how to use them.

-You were actually quite shy around Nami and Robin, who were quite liberated with their clothing, as you were raised in a more modest environment, however they both thought your shyness was rather endearing, thinking you were cute, which would fluster you even more.

-Nami taught you about this new world, showing you the naps and she would be the one you would go onto islands with, to show you around.

-Robin was very mature and level-headed and became almost like a mother figure to you both, doting on you and she would always be willing to read to you, as you couldn’t read anything in this new world, until she started to teach you.

-Franky and Usopp were very patient with the two of you, showing you technology that you had no idea existed, showing you their inventions and weapons.

-Jinbei was one you were a little nervous around, as you had thought he was a demon, but after getting to know him and learning he was a fishman, not a demon, you relaxed and he became like a mentor to you, as he could tell, behind your warm smile, you were hiding a lot of pain.

-Luffy became like an older brother to you and Nezuko, adoring you both, cuddling you both senseless, and you became one of the only ones that he would listen to, mainly because you were share your food with him.

-Chopper had become your best friend, allowing you and Nezuko both to cuddle him as he was working on studying both yours and Nezuko’s blood, with hopes that he might be able to find a cure for you.

-Brook was…unusual to say the least, you had thought he was a demon as well, until he explained how he ate a Devil Fruit, which brought him back to life once he died, just as a skeleton.

-You also learned he was a pervert as well, as his first words to you, after introducing himself to you, was, “May I see your panties?” but Nami, Sanji, and Chopper were quick to beat him into submission.

-Brook was soothing if you had to choose a word, when he would play his violin for you and Nezuko, you both would always end up falling asleep, curled up with each other.

-He thought this was rather cute and despite the occasional panties request, he was so sweet and gentlemanly with you, but at the same time cracking jokes.

-When you would beam up at him, thanking him sweetly for a song, he would look stoic, “I would smile back, but alas, I have no lips, yo-ho-ho-ho-ho~”

-It was strange, becoming members on a pirate crew, as you had never imagined yourself in such a position, but at the same time, it felt so right, like it’s where you belonged.

-Nezuko was happy too, being able to run around and have fun, playing in the sunshine again, and just being free, away from others who would fear her just because she was a demon.

-After being on Sunny for two months, you felt like you belonged nowhere else than here with them, with your family.

-You were on the night watch, sitting up in the crow’s nest, Nezuko asleep with her head on your lap before you heard footsteps, turning to see Brook who greeted you warmly, “Hello Y/N-san, may I join you?”

-You smiled softly up at him, “Of course Brook.” He sat beside you and stared out across the horizon, illuminated by the almost full moon.

-Brook felt a kinship with you, as you were something not of this world, as was he, since he was dead, but still here, alive at the same time, that’s why he was so drawn to you, as well as your warm smile and kind heart, but also your fierce loyalty and determination. You were such a complex young lady but at the same time, you seemed so simple.

-You leaned your head against his shoulder, surprising him as he looked down at you before relaxing, “I apologize for not being very comfortable. I would be if I had some muscles, or maybe even some skin yo-ho-ho-ho-ho~”

-You smiled softly, giving a soft shake of your head, “You’re plenty comfortable Brook.” He relaxed a bit, leaning his cheek down on the top of your head.

-You sat in comfortable silence for a long while until Brook spoke, “Y/N-san, may I ask you a question?” you smiled, expecting to be asked about your panties again, “Sure.”

-He was silent for a moment or two, surprising you, before he spoke, his voice soft, almost hesitant, “May I hold your hand?”

-Your eyes widened for only a second before you slid your free hand to him, letting him take it, his bones gripping gently, and he seemed to relax, “It’s warm.”

-You said nothing and you and Brook both smiled as Nezuko woke up, reaching one of her hands over as well, placing her hand on top of his, making him chuckle softly.

-The night was quiet and beautiful.

[nevermindirah]

Booker vibes hard with scifi. he has so many visceral sense-memories of reading early scifi novels as the genre developed in his first decades of immortality. all the dystopia speaks to him for obvious being God's chew toy reasons, but there are times over the years when hopeful scifi stories boost him emotionally in a way no amount of good deeds or warm hugs seem to manage.

so by the time he gets stoned and goes to the movies in 1977, he's ready.

he falls hard for Han/Leia. he too was a scoundrel who fell in love with the coolest and smartest girl around who somehow found his scruffiness charming. he too came of age and put down roots amid galaxy-shaking political and social upheaval. but Star Wars was so safely cartoony in its far-away galaxy that he found he could earnestly enjoy how hopeful it was.

over the years he tore through the novels, he picked up fan magazines here and there, stopped by the occasional con. when he discovered fanfiction, hoo boy. he wrote over 100k of Han and Leia's snarky, sappy, smutty, blaster-heavy post-RotJ adventures in like the first month alone.

decades later, he very nearly had to leave the theater when Kylo Ren killed his father.

some of those same decades later, Nile. she's only 5 years old when Episode I comes out and by the time she's old enough to sit through all-ages blockbusters the prequels have been so ragged on that she doesn't bother. maybe she catches some of the original trilogy on cable at some point but she doesn't particularly connect to it.

Star Wars becomes relevant to Nile when she's in her figuring things out after high school era and she hears the guy from Attack the Block is gonna be in the new trilogy.

rip Finn's character arc and everything else that could've been so good about the sequel trilogy, but there's still some stuff to treasure there, and Nile — well.

a few months into immortality she does a marathon of the whole Skywalker saga. it's fun and silly and a way to spend a few days. the others pop in sometimes to watch with her but for the most part she's enjoying her own private screening. then she sees Rey all alone in that AT-AT carcass and suddenly she can't stop crying. Finn's storyline is just as wonderful and frustrating as she remembered, but the way he and Rey keep finding each other, keep fighting for each other — yeah.

suddenly she's WRITING. she's usually been drawn to visual arts when she has the time and interest to create, but here she is now, writing tens of thousands of words at a time, pouring her heart out through these two space orphans who have living family they just can't get back to and through a lot of galactic bullshit manage to build a new home in each other.

she starts getting regular comments from an ao3 account with a hilarious mishmash of works in a bunch of different fandoms going back years. there's some original trilogy fic on this person's account all dated the same day in 2009, and when she reads one, an intricately plotted and super romantic Han/Leia mission fic, she notices details that make it seem like it was written before the prequels came out.

the comments get longer. she and her commenter start chatting on discord, about their blorbos and fandom drama and increasingly just life. to the extent that Nile can tell anyone about her life, that is. it's nice, having an online friend.

then one day Booker fucks up. he lets a too-specific detail slip. Nile laughs in disbelief, types into discord "hey uh if I'm right about something, pick up your phone," and then she calls him.

years later, Booker will finally admit he did a little hacking to double-check it was her before dropping that purposeful slip. then he'll write Nile a lightning-hot fic where Finn introduces Rey to holonet cybersex.

[ifhymona]

٭* Not Too Late *٭

Chapter 4 | chino moreno x reader

chapter 3 ~ chapter 5 | ao3

1.6k words

a/n: !! PLEASE READ !! the chapter is going back to y/n and chino’s argument, in case anyone is confused !

chino’s pov:

she turned around and walked away. that hurt. i stood there for a second thinking to myself. i remembered telling her those things but i also dont. at the time, i was more focused on the fact that she told me to break up with her. my mind kind of blocked out what i said. it hurt even more when a week later she cheated on me. i hated that she was right. that she knew something i didn’t.

when i walked back inside, the guys were all huddled around the door acting like they weren’t listening.

i looked at them and they looked at me. “you heard her!”

“she didn’t mean it though, right?” stephen asked. i stood quiet with my eyes on my feet. “right?” he exclaimed.

“did you guys hear everything?” they all looked at each other and nodded. i sighed. “she meant every word she said.”

chi spoke up. “you should go home chino. we’ll all meet back up in two days and check in, alright?”

i was grateful towards chi. despite my actions, he was still my friend when i needed it.

i nodded and we all packed up at went home.

~

here i am watching star wars for like the millionth time. star wars always helped me feel better when i was in a funk. no matter how many times ive seen it, it will always be my favorite. i even still use a star wars lunch pail anytime we go to a venue in case i get hungry.

but this time, it wasn’t helping me the slightest bit. all i could think of were y/n’s harsh words.

“you’re the most selfish person i know and i want nothing to do with you.” i repeated her words back to myself. “i mean how could she say that? we used to have so much fun together. she aint’t no saint either. what about that one time we all went to the skate park and she didn’t even talk to me. not once. she was only talking to ethan smith. she knew how much i hated ethan too.”

who am i kidding? what i did to y/n was way worse. i just couldn’t stand the fact that she was right. that she basically predicted the future. when i discovered cassandra with another dude, it felt as if my world was crumbling apart. i had lost my girlfriend and my best friend.

i thought i loved cassandra. she was the first girl to ask me out. every guy has a phase where they’re obsessed with their first girlfriend, that’s just how it goes. but after i found her cheating, i slowly grew a resentment towards her. i didn’t understand why i was even with someone like her. but now, i’m neutral about her. that was just a dumb high school relationship. but with y/n it was different.

when i broke up with her, i found myself waiting for y/n’s call for hours hoping she would put everything aside and things would go back to normal. but it never came. i missed y/n more and more. but i couldn’t believe that she had just left so easily. like we didn’t a past together. i didn’t like her like that. i just needed a friend.

after graduation, i stopped seeing y/n less and less. eventually, i started moving on from her. then i got with the band and life has been great. that was until she came back in the picture to be our assistant. when i seen her name in that paper, i didn’t wanna believe it was her. but it was. now i feel like i’m going crazy over her.

i stood up to go smoke a cigarette since star wars wasn’t helping me. i stood on my balcony still trying to erase my thoughts about y/n. but i couldn’t help feeling like an asshole.

my mind kept going back to the memories we used to make. like when we shared a PE class sophomore year and we would always talk and joke and mess around.

or when i snuck into her art class to see her but got kicked out after we started laughing too hard.

or when i would go to the bathroom and would pass her class walking back to mine. i would wave to her through the window and somehow she noticed me each time.

she always had her hair down and it was long and thick but naturally flowy. she would always tuck her hair behind her right ear. i always liked it when she would do that. i don’t even know why i remember that.

i wanted to apologize. but the more i thought about it, the more i realized how much of a bad idea it might be. i missed y/n and i was stupid enough to lose her. what if she really did want nothing to do with me? what if i went to her house and it ends up backfiring on me? what if i apologize and she doesn’t accept it? what if i lose her for good? i needed to give her some space.

~

me and the band were practicing a new song that we had just came up with. but the whole time, i wasn’t feeling it and you could hear it in my voice too.

“okay stop stop stop.” chi shouted. “what is up with you today, man? your voice keeps cracking dude and i miss your little whiny voice.” he said sarcastically. i smiled but didn’t respond.

chi walked my way. “is it really that bad?” he said while holding my shoulders. i nodded.

chi sighed and told everyone, “let’s take 5.”

me and chi sat down on the couch and he asked “is this about y/n?”

“yes. i’ve just been thinking about what she told me and i never felt like this much of an ass before.”

“look man, you need to snap out of it. why don’t you just say sorry?”

“because i’m scared that if i say sorry, she’ll think im lying and never wanna talk to me again.”

chi bursted out laughing. “i love you chino but sometimes you’re such an idiot. if you and y/n have a past and you know that what you’re saying is genuine, then i doubt she’s never gonna wanna see you again. you need to man up and say sorry before it’s too late. plus we still need an assistant and the band has been lacking without her help so you need apologize either way. so go and talk to her right now because we need her.”

chi was right. i’m glad i had someone like chi to keep me in check.

~

after skating for 15 minutes, i had finally arrived at her house.

when i knocked on her front door, her mom had answered.

“is that camillo moreno?? i haven’t seen you in ages! how have you been?”

“hi mrs. l/n. i’ve been good, just got busy with my own life i guess.” i shrugged. “is y/n here?”

“yes but she hasn’t left her room in days so good luck with her.” she sighed.

i didn’t realize how badly i had hurt her. hearing her mom say that made me feel worse. but this wasn’t about me.

i knocked on her door. “leave me alone!” y/n shouted. i walked in anyway.

her room was a mess. there were clothes everywhere but luckily no old food plates.

“jeez this place is a mess.” i teased.

“go away, chino. didn’t i tell you i wanted nothing to do with you?” i knew i was right. this is going terrible already. i should just leave.

but i didn’t want to. i needed to fix this. “you did but since im so selfish, im gonna do what i wanna do.” i joked.

no response. i knew i shouldn’t have said that.

“oh come on, y/n. ive been thinking about what you told me and.. i’m sorry.”

no response. i needed to get her back into my life. i need to tell her how much she means to me.

i sat down at the foot of her bed. “you’re right. it was selfish of me to expect all those things from you. at the time, i thought cassandra was my everything. despite all the bad signs, i only payed attention to the good ones. i guess i was just so caught up with cassandra that i failed to realize i had lost the most important person in my life, you.”

she sat up. her hair was tangled and greasy. her eyes were glossy and red. her nose was stuffed and she had eye bags. but despite all that, she still looked beautiful.

“jesus you look like shit.”

“yeah i wonder why camillo!” she shouted at me.

it went silent. “you have every right to be mad at me. but there’s no reason to leave the band.” i looked into her eyes. “the band hasn’t been the same without you and the guys really miss you. they keep reminding me that i screwed up big time and that i needed to fix it.” she laughed. how much i had missed her laugh.

“y/n, i really am sorry about everything.” we stared at each other. “you know, i will admit that i did miss you a lot. like a lot a lot.”

she smiled. “me too camillo.”

i hugged her. not only because i thought she needed it but also because i needed it too.

“how did you even get in anyway?” she asked.

“i hopped through a window.” i smirked.

she punched my arm. “ow! your mom had let me in, you jerk.” we both fell into laughter.

i love being around her. she’s my best friend. i missed laughing with her like this and i will do everything to make this friendship last.

a/n: please leave a like and a repost if you enjoyed todays chapter !! chapter 5 will be out next week. lots of love <3

[dexters-bluemilkshakes]

star wars valentine’s day <3

(i’m rlly sorry this was supposed to include han and leia too but i got very tired and then ran out of time)

Padmé and anakin: Anakin was only home for one valentines day with padmé. The other ones, rest assured, were rife with hearts, just human ones that were beating outside of chests and white armor as skin was shredded. Better than the ones that stopped beating. 

He honestly??? Was so so lost. He realized only a few days before that he would probably be home for valentines day, assuming he wasn’t called away only a day before like the prior year. He scrambled to a store, but all the chocolates were sold out and the 3 credit roses were wilted. Eventually he arrived at her door out of breath, his hair ruffled from exasperated hands, clutching a bouquet of dandelions he found sprouting between cracks in bricks of some apartment building. When he pictured spending the night with his wife, he had imagined fancy sparkly alcohol and in one hand, a pile of chocolate boxes up to his shoulder and a bouquet larger than her door frame in the other. He wanted to give her everything, anything, but all he had was a pretty rock he found two days prior on the tour he had just returned from and this fresh but underwhelming bouquet. 

He was silly to think padmé needed anything less. She had him, after all. 

The disaster trio: (disclaimer: if you take either of these in a shipping way im going to block you. My dad sends me flowers every year. My mom sends my brother and me a box of chocolate hearts. Let anakin get his little sister a gift. Let obi wan and anakin be brothers. anyways.)

It was a total coincidence that anakin HAPPENED to buy a little box of chocolates a few days before valentines day. A heart? Whats that! He doesn’t know what that is. He just likes those chocolates more than other brands and it happens to be small and cheap and who cares that it comes with a little stuffed loth-cat in ahsoka’s favorite color? He didn’t notice, and neither should you. It was a coincidence, yes siree. 

The first year in their apprenticeship, she wasn’t expecting it. Actually, neither was anakin. They had just come back from a particularly long campaign and he was picking up electrolyte water-adage packets from a drug store because ahsoka was incredibly dehydrated from days of fighting under a merciless sun. He saw them in the store, and he realized Valentines day was coming up, and he just impulse bought it mostly for the plushie but also because he couldn’t remember the last time he saw ahsoka smile. 

They didn’t have valentines day on tatooine. He and padmé rarely celebrate more than a clip-art cartoon mutually sent through an encrypted message portal. Anakin had only been home-with padmé- for valentines day once. 

They certainly didn’t have valentines day a the temple. It was the definition of indulgent spending on a loved one. Any argument he could make about how relationships and attachment can be separate and that there is an amount implied to be permissible by the order falls outside of valentines day celebrations. Hence, he and obi wan didn’t ever do anything fun like he found out some schoolroom classes do on the holiday. He didn’t think obi wan acknowledged the holiday until looking back from the inside of a metal black suit and realizing that while he was obiwan’s padawan he never had to do boring drills. Instead obi wan took him to Dex’s after a hard day of “mediating walks” in the room of a thousand fountains. After anakin became a knight, obi-wan would always make him a cup of tea to banish the chill of the temple on the winter day. While reflecting, anakin realized he couldn’t quite recall the taste.   

Kanan and hera: now. They deny to everyone who asks that they celebrate. They are fighting a rebellion. Its important. They don't have time for frivolous things such as-

Oh never mind he managed to find her a meiloorun despite the galactic shortage. 

She glares at him in the way that hera glares when shes mad but not really. She takes it, gently, like its worth its weight in gold (its probably worth more), and pretends she doesn’t recall all the times kanan said he wasn’t hungry or still had plenty of toothpaste left so he could afford it. 

Kanan was a jedi. He told her he didn’t need gifts or fancy food, but some quiet time (and then when they adopted the kids-yes zeb is a kid- some time alone) would be nice. He just wanted her. He always did, he told her. he just didn’t have many opportunities to say it. 

She flew him to the best sunsets and to the shiniest stars, trying to make him laugh with increasingly frightening flying maneuvers, while he worried about the fruit bruising in the back of the ghost. 

Hera, with all her talent and wit, did not notice that even with the most famed sunrises reflecting in her eyes, kanan’s were only on her. 

The ghost KIDS however: Oh. oh they are menaces on valentines day. 1) they tease kanan and hera. Relentlessly. 2) chopper steals everyone’s candy. No he cannot eat it. Yes he gives it back to them. He used to just hide them for a few hours to be Chopper ™. Then he would give them to AP-5 to catalog. He had been getting bored of weapons of all the same shade of gray. His old friend was happy to see some new colors. 

3) sabine doesn’t make people valentines, but she does help kanan make a card for hera. Ezra insisted on getting kanan and hera a card, and made zeb sign in. Sabine stole the card and drew ezra climbing on zebs shoulders while chopper was trying to shock him. “Thanks for putting up with them so i don’t have to” is what she captioned it, and it was the closest she would get to making something mushy. 

4) kanan gets sabine a flower every year. He leaves it in her room when shes not there. Everyone knows not to mention it and sabine pretiends it doesn’t exist, but even ezra notices that she gets a little blue when it finally dies. 

5) zeb is the most awkward because. What. is this. He thinks candy hearts are blasphemous and chocolates are dumb but then chopper chucks a box of those honeycomb snacks that he likes at his head and he finds it a little harder to grumble than he did years before. 

6) ezra’s mom used to make him a goodie bag of chocolates and candy every year. He pretended not to miss it; he had other things on his mind.

No one on the ship could afford chocolate, but hera gave ezra a long long hug and he found that he didn’t feel as sad anymore. 

[roosterbox]

I’ve been reading almost nothing but Narumitsu for the last few days, and inspiration struck. I want to do an Inception Ace Attorney AU. To be perfectly frank, I just want to do an Ace Attorney AU for any of my fandoms (thought of a Stranger Things/Steddie one too!) but Inception was the first one to jump out at me.

To whit:

When art student Eames saw the headline, he couldn’t believe it. A picture of his former best friend Arthur - older, taller, with a hard look in his eyes - under the words “DEMON PROSECUTOR.” That sounded nothing like the kind boy he knew when he was nine.

Eames decided then and there, perhaps a bit recklessly, to change his major - the entire course of his life, really - to law. Luckily for him, he wasn’t going in blind; the famed defense attorney Mallorie Cobb, who had helped him out of a difficult situation in the past, was willing to befriend and mentor him, even as he bungled through his first case. She was a bit ambivalent about his decision when he told her his reasoning, having had several in-court run ins with the Demon Prosecutor himself, and seeing nothing redeemable about him. But Eames was passionate. More importantly, he was passionate in his defense of his friend. And in his passion, Mal could see the heart of a true lawyer.

Please forgive my rambling. There’s even more behind the cut, lol.

Spoilers for the Ace Attorney series!

After a nerve-wracking first case, which sees Eames’ first client being his other oldest friend, Nash, tragedy strikes. Mal is murdered, Eames meets her sister Ariadne (the alleged murderer), and finally stands across the courtroom from the Demon Prosecutor. Arthur is both the same boy he knew, and completely unrecognizable. Knowing his friend spent 15 years as the ward/adopted son of the ruthless Maurice Fischer, even Eames could see the emotional walls Arthur was putting up.

And yet.

And yet, as the case took turns and twists and somehow Eames found himself on the chopping block at one point, even then he noticed something important about Arthur. Though Fischer was known to demand perfection and guilty verdicts no matter what, Arthur seemed more concerned with finding the truth. Several times he made observations and objections that hurt his own case, but which helped Eames uncover the true culprit. But he brushed Eames off when he tried to talk to him about this, and maybe other things.

And then, when Arthur found himself in the hot seat, everything changed. Eames leapt at the chance to defend him, and together they barged their way into the root of a 15 year old conspiracy involving Arthur’s defense attorney father Joseph Gordon, and his mentor Maurice Fischer. And through it all, Eames sees his friend - the friend he once was - shining through the years of trauma. And then, name cleared, Arthur vanished, leaving behind a very ominous note:

“Prosecutor Arthur Gordon chooses death.”

Which seemed to point to only one thing.

Eames was utterly heartbroken. He hadn’t yet told Arthur about his own personal realization (that he was hopelessly in love with him), and now he would never get the chance. But even though his reason for his career change was apparently gone, Eames had grown to love being a lawyer. Plus, he couldn’t leave Ariadne to run Cobb and Co. alone. It was Eames and Co. now. Which Ari loved to joke about (“He’s Eames, I’m Co!”).

After nearly a year of various cases and weird clientele, their lives were thrown into the meat grinder again. Ari was kidnapped, and Eames was forced to defend a man who was so obviously guilty, even the judge was questioning his logic and abilities. And if that wasn’t enough, Arthur returned. As happy as Eames was to see his dear friend (love?) alive, so too was he beyond angry, remembering the almost-year he spent mourning him. Arthur, for his part, was apologetic and rather devastated upon finding out how deeply his disappearance affected Eames. But there were more important things to worry about. Working together, in a slightly more official capacity this time, they exposed the murderer, saved Ariadne, and made plans to finally sit down and talk. Which they did. About their past friendship, Arthur’s disappearance (and the note he left), and what this meant for their future. And though he planned to just lay his soul bare and confess how he felt, Eames sensed that Arthur was content to just repair and maintain their friendship, and nothing deeper. After 15 years without him, Eames told himself that this was better than the coldness of before.

At least, until Dusky Bridge.

Until Arthur, an ocean away, got a frantic call from Nash saying that Eames was dying. A call which sent him on the fastest flight back to the states. Which sent him running through hospital halls until he found himself in his friend's room. His friend who, despite some bandages here and there - and a rather persistent cough - was none the worse for wear. Even though, as Arthur was quick to point out, he fell 40 feet through a burning bridge into a raging river. Eames, seemingly embarrassed, downplayed this. But he did ask for Arthur’s help, which the other man agreed to unreservedly.

Eames handed him his defense attorney badge. And asked him to defend [Iris, name to be changed] in his stead. The sheer trust Eames had invested in him at this request was overwhelming. It, along with the stress of thinking Eames was injured and/or dying, caused Arthur to finally let the rest of his walls down. He confessed his true feelings towards his oldest friend, bracing himself for rejection. But of course, Eames laughed, and told him he felt the same.

They agreed to discuss things more at a later date, much like before. Which, case resolved, they did. Among other things.

The case itself brought to light many strange and bizarre happenings. Things about Ariadne and her family. About people from Eames’ past which he’d rather have forgotten. And it marked the appearance of Mal’s estranged husband Dom, a prosecutor who seemed hellbent on destroying the life of the man he blamed for Mal’s death: Eames.

Cases referenced in my notes (so far):

The First Turnabout

Turnabout Sisters

Turnabout Goodbyes

Farewell, My Turnabout

Bridge to the Turnabout

… with a few other tiny references sprinkled here and there, of course.

I’m only focused on the main trilogy right now; the thought of bringing in Apollo Justice and the Seven Year Gap feels a bit too daunting. I’m already having to come up with my own OCs to fill in a few of the characters, lol. I’d love to include Rise from the Ashes (I think Saito would make an amazing Damon Gant), but there are sooooo many side characters in that one… Saito would also make for an interesting Kristoph Gavin, if I were to cover that whole debacle.

(Now I’m having flashes of Eames taking on his own protégé, a young and ambitious defense lawyer named Steve Harrington (aka Apollo Justice), whose main rival/love interest is the rock star prosecutor Eddie Munson (aka Klavier Gavin) Combining three whole ass fandoms into one AU? I need to be stopped, lmao.)

Don’t expect anything concrete any time soon. This is a project that needs care and attention and time to grow, like the Paint Shop AU. I’ll keep you posted on further developments.

[kalevalakryze]

How Do You Make A Home?

Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Ahsoka (TV) Characters: Shin Hati, Sabine Wren, Ahsoka Tano, Huyang Relationships: Shin Hati/Sabine Wren, Shin Hati & Ahsoka Tano & Sabine Wren, Shin Hati & Huyang, Sabine Wren & Ahsoka Tano Tags: Shin Tano AU, Alternate Universe, Fluff, Family Fluff, Healing, Holidays, Hot Chocolate, Sweaters, Sabine Wren's Bad Flirting Notes: This really wasn't supposed to take so long, but I got myself into a HUUUGGGEEE block. Anyways thousands of thanks to Cass, Gabi, and Pooha once again mwah mwah (even if one of you is a fucking loser) This is actually going to be the first piece that we're dedicating to a series of little snippets that won't be making it into the main storyline, but that we still wanted to share, so keep an eye out!! This piece is set towards the back end of Act 3, after the events of Season One of the aired Ahsoka Series. Once again , art work by the wonderful amazing Gabi! .somewillwin / .somewilllose !!!! mwahmwahmwah my background for forever... did i mention my wolfwren tattoo yet? sighs dreamily...anyways, the code disruptors is my new version of the inkspots lovelovelove them, and I know Huyang would too!!! Word Count: 5,251 AO3 Link: Here!

There was no real way to keep track of time on Peridea, though they’d noticed a certain… festivity around the Noti with each passing day. Shin and Sabine had been working hard to understand the language, but they’d been stuck in a loop of grammar rules as each person used slang that sent everything they’d known out the window. 

The chrono on Shin’s old datapad was unreliable, and not only didn’t adjust to the change in the timezone change but hadn’t been updating since it had power last, several years ago. 

“Do you think this is the Noti version of life day?” Sabine questioned one day while Shin chopped wood with a rather primitive hatchet. The fibers of wood creaked and groaned as it split under the force. Golden eyes followed the muscles flexing under sweaty skin, watching intently as the blonde wrenched the blade from the stump she’d been cutting on.

“Perhaps, the Noti are expressing the more traditional symptoms of a holiday spirit,” They squinted as a string of overly bright lights in blues and purples were plugged in, strung around the side of a trawler. “If I’m not mistaken, we would be rounding the same time of year as life day back in our own galaxy as well.”

“Sure you’re not messed up from the jetlag?” The Mandalorian questioned as she moved around their side to begin stacking piles of cut wood. 

“I have an excellent sense of time,” Shin turned her nose up at Sabine as she set the small hatchet down, lifting the hem of her shirt to wipe sweat from under her eyes. 

Sabine didn’t realize she was staring, or that she’d been caught staring at the exposed midriff until Shin’s throat cleared. “You got this? I need to go clean up,” 

Huffing, Sabine nodded, looking at the stacks of wood apprehensively. “Yeah yeah, go. Leave me all alone without any good luck kisses;” She complained rather loudly, earning them curious black, beady eyes as the Noti turned to the commotion.

“You are such a-” Sighing and shaking her head, knowing the fight was not worth it, the blonde crowded into Sabine’s personal space, pressed a sweaty hand into the fabric of the jacket at her chest, and tugged her close to bring their lips together in a chaste kiss. “There, now do you think you can actually work?”

“Well… what are my overtime benefits?”

“Omak da daut.”  Shin shoved against the shorter woman with a stifled laugh, bringing a contagious smile to Sabine’s face as she finally let up and went to work.

The afternoon passed slowly, though Sabine really couldn’t find anything to complain about as she moved firewood into dry stacks, and lazy snowflakes began falling to the earth. When she did get a moment to sneak onto the ship for something warm, she found Shin tucked into the couch with blankets pulled up to their chin, sleeping peacefully, while Ahsoka perched on the edge of a seat, preparing a small box on the table. 

“She alright?” The Mandalorian whispered as she moved to the teapot. 

“Just tired, sounds like someone made her chop all the wood alone,” The teasing in Ahsoka’s quiet tone didn’t go unnoticed as Sabine filled two steaming cups and leaned across the back of the bench. When she reached to float the second cup to the table, the ceramic wiggled dangerously in midair, before settling onto the tabletop with only a slight clatter. “You’re getting better,” The Togruta remarked proudly as she reached to take the cup into her hands, bright green wrapping paper forgotten.

“Hey, I was doing important things while they were chopping wood, you know,” She defended quickly, still leaning over the back of the bench, elbows pressing into the seatback with her cup held firmly between her hands. “The Noti almost overloaded a generator with all the lights they’ve been plugging in lately. Starting to wonder what they would do without the gays,” The sigh from the woman was dramatic, though it was nothing in comparison to the chuckle from her Master at her word choice. 

“Yes yes, what would they do without the gays,” Shaking her head, Ahsoka set her mug down and returned to her gift. “If my chrono was correct, today would be our life day back home. So I’ve made some preparations. Would you mind giving me a hand decorating while they’re asleep?”

“Does a Bantha shit in the desert?”

The harmonic melody of music filtering through old speakers was the first thing to slip into Shin’s waking consciousness, turning nightmares of water and broken hands into memories of holidays and snowball fights. They weren’t sure where the music was coming from for an indeterminate amount of time but had been content to relive times better spent with family. 

Until the sound of someone falling flat on their ass in the waking world jolted her back to life with a gasp. Shin sat upright faster than a flash, blankets falling around their waist as bleary eyes tried to adjust to the room around her. “Ow!” Sabine groaned as Ahsoka laughed openly at her. “It’s not funny!” She whined, rolling over on the floor to rub her bruised ass. 

“It’s… kinda funny,” The older woman responded, reaching down to take her hand and haul her to her feet. “I think you’re done hanging those though, maybe if you apologize, someone taller will help you out?”

“Apologize? To the ship?” Gold watched as mirthful blue flickered across the cabin to the blonde rubbing their eyes. “Oh she’s gonna kick me in the shebs,” She whispered, as if the other woman would not hear. 

“Maybe later,” Shin husked, brushing their fingers through messy hair, blonde and brown where their roots had grown back in over the months. “What do you need me to do?” Pushing out from under the warm cocoon of blankets, Sabine was practically giddy to see the colorful and paint-stained clothes they’d donned after their shower. 

“I think, in payback for stealing my clothes, you should help me hang these lights,” 

“We’re watching a diplomatic legend at work, Huyang,” Ahsoka whispered to the droid as he stepped out of his room to check in on the commotion. 

“I see. I am interested in how the Duchess of Krownest will fare in her first political battle.”

“Huyang, did I ever tell you that your wires are crossed wrong?” The purple-haired woman butted in with a roll of her eyes as Shin crowded her personal space, leaning into her as their arm wrapped around her shoulders.

“I mean... I suppose I can help… What are my overtime benefits looking like?” Sabine beamed at their words, leaning up on her toes to press a kiss into their cheek. 

“Well, Tiny Tano, I can promise that and a half, if you know what I’m saying.” Her hand slid into the back pocket of the loose pants around their waist, wiggling an eyebrow for comedic effect as the taller woman’s cheeks darkened. 

“I’m leaving this galaxy and never coming back,” Ahsoka complained immediately, inching out of the conversation under the guise of Huyang needing help. 

Leaving the two Apprentices to decorate, Ahsoka stepped into Huyang’s space with him. “Did you manage to find everything?” She whispered, despite her surety that the girls could not hear her, her own self-doubt ate away at her. 

“Yes, Lady Tano. I’ve even managed to clear away the dust.” Answered Huyang in the affirmative, arms extending from his back to slowly bring down several old wrapped packages with names painted in different scripts across the packaging. Shin’s gifts were wrapped in multitudes of greens, while Sabines’, Ahsoka had wrapped in the show owner's favorite colors, leaving her a veritable rainbow of assorted packages. 

“Perfect, Would you mind setting them on the table while I prepare dinner?” 

In place of an answer, Huyang settled a hand on the anxious Togruta’s shoulder and ushered her onwards with a knowing look. 

With Huyang and Ahsoka occupied, Sabine found delight in crowding Shin’s personal space as they strung lights across the walls and ceiling, much more interested in stealing kisses and touches than in the actual process. “Wren, can you do something useful?” They complained quietly as Huyang stacked presents on the table. 

“I’m offering so much emotional support, right now, don’t worry, you’ll feel it later,” 

Sighing softly and giving up once the last string was completed, Shin turned to face her Mandalorian pest, only to find themselves being walked back into a wall with warm hands pressing against their waist. “Do you want your payment now, or later?” Sabine leaned up to press a feather-light kiss to their lips, smiling at the way their cheeks reddened almost immediately. 

“It is time and a half,” They grumbled against Sabine’s lips, tugging her in closer as wrapped hands moved to card carefully through shaggy purple hair. “I think you can pay the rest of the invoice later,” 

Instead of answering, Sabine focused on smashing their lips back together, tongue prodding against their lips until they found success in a soft gasp and the feeling of their fingers tightening in her hair as she licked at the inside of their mouth. 

“Oh great heavens,” Huyang exclaimed, legs clattering where they hit the table, boxes shifting precariously in their stacks in his haste to turn his head away. 

“Sorry, Huyang,” Sabine called sheepishly once Shin had pushed her away, though there wasn’t a single hint of her being apologetic as she turned back to beam at the blonde. “Later?”

“Yes, dear,” Shin grumbled with a roll of her eyes. “Now you get to clean up the mess,” 

“Oh, okay-” Teasing hands moved to the ties at their hips, half-heartedly tugging on the strands until they batted her hands away. “Yeah yeah, I’m going, I’m going,” She grumbled as she turned instead to clean up the boxes and fallen ties, painstakingly picking each up off the floor as Shin went to help Huyang. 

The smell of dinner being carried up the ramp was enough to pull the human’s attention away from the cleanup as Huyang shifted everything to make room. Shin met Ahsoka halfway down the ramp to help carry everything, filling the cabin with the warm smell of the campfire and the spices used across the pog soup and roasted… whatever they called the animal that Ahsoka had hunted; without Ezra to inform them, they were really just winging it, leaving this beast as ‘edible number five’. 

“ ‘soka, that smells great,” Sabine praised as they all crowded around the table, with Huyang taking an honorary seat beside Ahsoka and the two Apprentices crowding in close. 

With his extending arms, Huyang was able to neatly pile heaping amounts of food onto everyone’s plates, only offering an innocent “Yes?” To Ahsoka’s inquisitive look. 

“What would we do without you, Huyang?” She decided instead as the droid settled back into his seat.

“I actually have a list compiled somewhere in my room,” Shin spoke around a spoonful of soup. “The short answer has always been die.” 

Sabine snorted from beside them and shook her head, turning over a spoonful of rice from her soup. “I dunno, Chopper could-”

“Do not speak to me about that droid, R2D2 could destroy him,” Ahsoka challenged with a laugh. 

Dinner was spent in much of the same fashion, with Shin getting up at the end to gather plates, and only threatening to turn Huyang off once when he’d insisted on helping. 

“So what’s all this?” Sabine questioned, leaning back in her seat with her arm tossed over her stomach, sharp eyebrow raised in Ahsoka’s direction as she sorted the boxes into different piles. 

“Well… we missed a few holidays,” There was a weighty shift in the mood as realization sunk in. Ahsoka didn’t meet her gaze as the silence thickened, broken up only by the clattering of dishes in the sink and quiet humming from the blonde cleaning them.

“Oh..”

“I figured…. If you guys came back, I didn’t want to not be prepared…”

“Ahsoka,” Sabine reached across the table and took her hands, squeezing around the rough hands in her own, Sabine forced herself to meet her gaze. “We’re here now… I’m sorry,” 

“I’m sorry too… More than I can tell you. But-” She cleared her throat and with a steady breath, bled the anxiety and hurt into the force. “Another day, perhaps. We’re all here right now, and I know better than to waste this time.”

“What?” Shin questioned obliviously as she circled back to the benches, drying her hands on the back of Sabine’s shirt as she tucked back into the Mandalorian’s side. 

“Nothing, Tazi Unt.” 

Suspicious eyes glared up at the older woman, though the subject was dropped as Shin dipped under the table to grab something hidden in the benches long ago. “If we’re doing this, I got you something too, before…”

“Man… You guys okay with like… Free hug coupons? Free armor painting? I’m kind of empty-handed, here.” Sabine chuckled nervously as piles of boxes were pushed around the table to their recipients. 

“You can… clean up after the Howlers for me this week?” Ahsoka suggested, earning her a sour face. 

“No, I think I was offering hugs and paint. Try again next year,” Laughing, Ahsoka simply shook her head and gestured to the gifts. 

“It may be a little small…” Ahsoka started as Shin unwrapped a neatly folded sweater, green fabric with brown and red designs, pulling off a Loth Cat with a bright red nose square in the center. When they unfolded the sweater, the Togruta seemed to reconsider. “Actually… maybe a little big, now.” Shin’s face darkened in mild embarrassment as they tucked the sweater back into its neat fold and settled it in their lap. “We’ll work on it,”

“Thank you,” Shin grumbled bashfully, reaching to push a dusty, wrapped parcel into Ahsoka’s hands. “I got this before… Almost forgot about it,” “Thank you, Shin,” Ahsoka took the parcel, and careful not to get the dust on the table, unfolded the paper on the seat so it could be brushed away. The fabric inside was still soft, if not a bit dusty smelling. 

“Kaeden helped me make it,” The blonde started, fingers fidgeting in their lap as Ahsoka slowly unwound the poncho from the twine binding it together. They’d spent months putting the gift together, alternating between using the force, her own hands, and allowing Kaeden to help stitch the fabric together. 

The hood for the montrals was a bit lopsided, and the stitching was rather messy, but they’d put it together themselves, and at the time, had been rather proud and excited of the work they’d done. Now though, they watched Ahsoka with apprehension. 

Nervousness prickled at Shin’s senses, so the blonde picked instead at a small, loose thread on their gloves, an old habit picked up from an old friend… That they’d probably killed…. Fuck, Hera…

Sabine’s warmth leaned into her side, reaching out to poke at the pouf that counted as the lothcat’s nose on her sweater, still neatly folded on her lap. “Cute little guy,” She whispered as Huyang helped Ahsoka pull the hood over her head. 

“How’s it look?” A smile cracked the Togruta’s face, warm and loving, despite the point for the montrals that ended up way too long, and dipped almost into her face when the hood was pulled down. 

“Do you want that honestly?” A smile cracked Sabine’s face as Shin reached out to lightly smack her arm, all the while rolling their own eyes in the process. 

“You’re so dramatic,” Shin shook their head, shifting down the bench and away from Sabine, closer to Ahsoka. The Togruta ran much warmer than Sabine and herself, and the cold was beginning to seep into the ship. Seeking warmth, the blonde pressed into Ahsoka’s side, sinking closer when the edge of the cloak was pulled around their shoulders. 

“Perfect size,” The older woman’s chest rumbled as Shin’s head pressed into her shoulder, one hand fisting into the fabric of the cloak while the other moved to rest on the blue and white striped lek closest to them. “Alright, ‘ bine, you’re next,”

“Hell yeah!” The Mandalorian exclaimed, peeling away the paper on a parcel shaped similarly to Shin’s, but with an explosion of color on the paper instead. Inside, in reds and whites, a similar sweater was nestled into the packaging, trees, snowflakes, and Gallaze etched into cozy fabric. “Oh holy shit,” She paused as she reached to touch the soft material within; The air grew heavy with emotion again, though Sabine was quick to swallow her thoughts and feelings. After all- If she had to think about the last sweater someone made for her, she’d think of hearing her buire argue over colors as they stayed up late to knit together for both of the kids. The half-hearted banter was only broken up with soft jokes and gentle requests to pass a new color over. “Cyar’ika, can you pass the teal?” “Would black not be more fitting?” “It is a big sweater, dear. You can fit more than three colors on it.” “Tion’jor ganar te gotal’ade ne’ortisir ti mirsheb riduur?” “You said yes, cyare.”

Clearing her throat around the beskar-weighted lump, Sabine’s fingers fisted into the fabric. “Thank you, ‘soka…” A pause as the paper was cleared away. “I’m gonna go… put this on, actually.”No one spoke to deter her from taking the space she needed, and for that, she was thankful.

With only Huyang and Shin in the room, Ahsoka pushed over a small stack of presents for Shin again. The datapad would need charged again, and probably updated if they could get it connected to the ship’s systems and the armor paint… Well, Ahsoka wasn’t sure if that was something they’d ever need again. The stack of flimsi and the graphite pencils though, they’d seemed to take a keen interest in. 

Tucked into her side, Ahsoka was able to feel when Shin started to pick at the threads on her new sweater, still sitting folded in their lap. “Do you want some help getting it on?” Their hands had been cramping since hanging the lights, and Ahsoka knew better than to wait for them to ask. 

“I can get it,” A pause as if they were reconsidering, fingers flexing into the fabric as their brows pulled together, testing the waters. “Could you, though...?” Nodding, Ahsoka went through the motions in helping them remove their tunic as Huyang slipped away, presumably to make something warm for his chilly humans. Shin was able to tug the sweater over their head without the Force, though adjusting the hem was left to her mother as well.

By the time Sabine returned, hair brushed back messily and eyes only slightly puffy, Shin was tucked back into Ahsoka’s side with the rather comfortable sweater warming under Ahsoka’s arm. The inside of the sweater was carefully lined with softer material, and, having removed the thin wrappings around their hands to enjoy the texture, the sleeves fell over their hands comfortably.

“Gotal’ade, ner kurs’kaded, that thing is swallowing you,” Sabine teased quietly to break the tension in her heart as she slid in closer, tucking herself into the blonde’s side and allowing Ahsoka’s hand to reach across their back to brush against her shoulder. “This is sooo soft, Ahsoka… Thank you.” 

Sinking into the sweater and pulling the neckline up to her chin, Shin’s focus went past Ahsoka and Sabine, towards Huyang as he stepped away from the line of counters, extra limbs extended and clutching three steaming mugs piled high with toppings. Marshmallows, graham crackers, peppermint canes from Onderon, all the old ingredients that he and Shin had painstakingly compiled to create the perfect mug of hot chocolate, with bright green sprinkles topped over the emerald mug that Shin had made themselves. 

“Hey… Huyang?” Shin croaked as the professor settled into his seat across from the girls. The mugs were passed around carefully before he was able to give her his full attention, their hands clasped around the thick ceramic walls of their mig, with the soft material that stopped the heat from burning their hands and made it just a little easier to hold onto when the joints got stiff. 

“Yes, Shin?” Yellowed eyes blinked at her calmly as he settled back; It had been strange, once upon a  time, to see a droid that could express so much with light relays behind transparisteel eyes, built hundreds of years before anyone they’d ever known had ever walked through their galaxy. Sometimes, it was easy to forget that he was a droid, and not her own flesh and blood; at least… before, when they’d still been oblivious to the truth of the galaxy around them. 

“I got you something too,” The mug was set on the side, and with a bit of wriggling, Shin was free of their sandwiched position between Ahsoka and Sabine. Stretching quietly, Shin's face reddened with the three sets of eyes on her. “Hang on…” Disappearing into the cockpit, keen ears listened for the quiet speculation from the main cabin as they worked through some of their old hiding places, removing wall panels and sifting through wires and dust. The container was cracked from turbulence over the years, no thanks to her own actions in hunting and attacking the shuttle they’d called home for so long. 

Blowing the dust off, Shin was able to peer at the faded coloring of the tape’s label, The Code Disruptors was etched into the old plastoid; They were big back with the knights of the old republic, and Shin had found the tape on one of their excursions into an old temple with Ahsoka, back in the day. It had taken ages to repair the soundtracks, and when they had, they’d planned to save it for a special occasion, that had been overshadowed and forgotten, until now. 

Stepping back into the main cabin, Shin cracked the seal to double-check the safety of the sparse music tracks they’d been able to save. “They should be mostly intact…” Heavy silver eyes squinted at the grooves in the tape as she returned to the table, settling instead on the edge of the table to pass the gift along. Using the force to call their mug across the table to themselves, Shin took a slow, careful sip of the rich, creamy chocolate drink, mint tickling their tastebuds with that dash of cinnamon and nutmeg earning them the taste of home.

Huyang took the tape in careful hands, blinking first at the gift, then back up at Shin. The human shifted in mild discomfort… why was he looking at her like no one had ever given him a gift before?  “You remembered,” His voice was soft, trepidation lightening the box of wires that made up his vocal cords. 

“Of course…” Sabine and Ahsoka were watching the droid and human, though they were both shoved to the backburners; Back before the Inquisitor, Shin and Huyang would often find themselves in the ship alone. Huyang, working on repairs, with Shin either working, learning on their datapad, or trying to meditate. No matter what they were doing, his old tapes would be playing, filling the T-6 with the old music. He’d taught them how to dance, during those times, had opened their world to the history of music and how he perceived it much like the Force, even if he could never wield the cosmic powers himself. Those lessons had helped them a lot in their training..

Until the Inquisitor had stepped onto their ship, until Shin had shoved Huyang into his quarters and shut him down, his tapes crunching both under the boots of a scared pre-teen, and the slack in his body when his servos were powered down. Until his memory unit recorded the altercation, and Shin was gone.

When Shin was found, the dancing was gone, the tapes were beyond repair, and they’d been too far gone, and loud noises were met with flinches and unadulterated fear. Then… the universe had just refused to give the small crew of rebels a break, and then… Then Shin stepped off the ship of their own accord, and he’d been left to fear the worst. Why don’t they listen?

“Huyang?” Shin’s voice croaked, knowing they were both spiraling down paths that were too heavy to talk about so openly, traumas that would need to be healed in their own time. “Do they work?”

Carefully, gingerly, afraid to ruin a gift that meant more to him than he could express, Huyang slid the tape into a dusty slot. The static started, leaving everyone with bated breath until the rich melody and a harmonic rasp cranked through the speakers. Shin’s shoulders relaxed slowly under the familiar music, dark eyes sliding shut. They could almost imagine they were back there, that the last fifteen cycles had been nothing but a bad dream, that they’d run from their bunk and found him, to dance away the darkness in the force under the careful overwatch of their mother. 

“You two used to be obsessed with these guys,” Ahsoka mused at the break in the first song; Huyang and Shin both had been absorbed in their memories, in the old days that they’d both recalled with a somber fondness. 

“It’s the era of real music,” Huyang defended as he paused the soundtrack, a hand cradling his chest where the tape now sat safely entombed in his doonium shell. 

“Someone needs to listen to Huttese indie,” Sabine huffed with a teasing smile, a chocolate mustache coating her upper lip. Shin shifted on the table so their feet rested on the bench on either side of Sabine’s legs, folding over to lean into her personal space. 

“No one likes your over-techno garbage,” Though there was no bite in their voice; Sabine knew for a fact that the decaying blonde would turn her recordings on to listen to the music alone, oftentimes. 

Tilting her head up, Sabine ghosted her lips of theirs. “Keep telling yourself that, cyare,” 

“Really, in front of my hot chocolate?” Ahsoka questioned incredulously as she motioned to her mug, half full with the stick of peppermint slowly melting into the thick drink. 

“Girls just wanna have fun,  Master.” Sabine scoffed, though leaned back to allow Ahsoka the reprieve of being present while she stuck her tongue down her daughter’s throat. It could wait… maybe. 

“Uh-huh…” Ahsoka’s noose scrunched up as she finished her drink and the next track crackled to life from Huyang’s speakers. Gifts were opened slowly over the refills of drinks and quiet conversation, going late into the night with soft, old music and laughter bouncing off the walls. 

At some point, Shin’s hands had begun to cramp, and with an old jar of preserved Shili lotion, Sabine had taken it upon herself to roll up the sleeves of their sweater, deft fingers pressing into scar tissue, easing the stiffness from their joints and relishing in the soft, quiet sounds of comfort as their fingers were granted the freedom to unfurl. 

The chrono struck midnight, though, through an improvised viewport, created from a bandit fight with too many explosives, they could see the sun just beginning to dip below the horizon, allowing the twinkling lights from the Noti camp to light up the night. It seemed even the nomad clans around the planet were kind enough to take a break for the holidays as well, as the perimeter alarms remained undisturbed, even as Ahsoka rose from the bench with a ferocious yawn and a stretch of her own. 

“I trust that you three will find your way to bed, soon?” She started, raising a white facial marking at the professor and the students, all relaxing peacefully, bellies warm and full, and conversations lulled to quiet whispers to not overpower the way the old music tracks began to fade with their age. 

“Ku, meht.” Shin grumbled sleepily. Ahsoka couldn’t help the warm smile from flitting over her features, proud to have eared her status back, even if Shin would only address her as such anymore if they were tired or injured, it was a start. 

“Huyang, will you be up a while?” Shin questioned after Ahsoka retreated. Receiving the affirmative, Shin finally slid off the table, away from Sabine’s embrace. “Could you play track… Nine?” They requested after a moment’s thought, reaching down to tug the Mandalorian out of the bench with a quiet ‘oof’.

The music started after a brief scratch of the needle against the tape. The track was a little older than most, though the words still rang clear. For darling, hearts never lie. Pink, scarred hands found Sabine’s waist easily, fitting them together like puzzle pieces as their feet moved against the floor, kicking away wrapping paper as Shin took the lead.

Sincerely yours, my love I send. 

Sabine’s arms circled around their neck, fingers playing with the split colors of their grown-in roots, a warm brown under the artificial lights of the shuttle. 

Sincerely yours, until the end.

Shin’s fingers flexed around Sabine’s waist as they glided around their enclosed dance floor, unbothered by the way Huyang’s eyes tracked their movements, recording their first dance in over a decade. 

And should you feel as I do, drop me this line. 

Like in the Force, the two apprentices allowed the music to sway them in time, smiles and quiet laughter over tripped feet and stepped on toes. 

Sincerely yours, you’re mine.

Shin wasn’t sure when the spin and the dip was initiated, just that they’d found their lead being taken away in strong arms securing around her waist, her own hands finding the soft red material of Sabine’s sweater as she was dipped backward and warm lips peppered across her face. 

When she was pulled back to a standing position, they found themselves with the unshakable warmth of Sabine’s front pressed steadfastly against their back, feeling the rise and fall of her chest as they breathed in tandem and the song hit its crescendo. 

Sabine’s chin hooked against their shoulder as their erratic dancing slowed to a steady sway, Sabine’s hands settled on their hips, with their hands resting calmly over hers, even as those devious fingertips dipped towards the hem of their sweater, rucking it up until she could feel the smooth expanse of pale skin under her fingertips. 

Warmth tickled both apprentices' cheeks as Shin dipped back into the safety of Sabine Wren, though desire gave way to embarrassment over the robotic clearing of a throat sa Huyang reminded them of his presence, and the steps he was taking to halt the recording he’d been taking. “I think it is time I retire,” He began, rising to his feet on rusty servos. 

“Goodnight,” The apprentices spoke in unison, though Shin dipped forward to regain some semblance of composure around him. “I can take a look at your leg, tomorrow if you’d like… and Thank you,” Huyang’s head dipped in warm acknowledgement as he slunk away to his quarters, leaving them alone in the main cabin.

“So…” Sabine’s fingers had worked back up under their sweater the moment the droid’s back was turned. “Are you ready for your real present,” 

“You’re a di’kut,” Shin grumbled, turning in the embrace to bring their lips down against Sabine’s. 

Believe my heart as you’ve always done. Remember, hearts never lie.

Translations Omak da daut. - Togruti - Help me, maker cyare - Mando'a - beloved cyar'ika - Mando'a - darling Tion’jor ganar te gotal’ade ne’ortisir ti mirsheb riduur? - Mando'a - why have the makers cursed me with a smartass partner? Gotal’ade, ner kurs’kaded - Mando'a - Makers, my wolf Ku, meht. - Togruti - Yes, mom di'kut - Mando'a - idiot

Believe my heart as you’ve always done. Remember, hearts never lie.

Kofi // fic

[sunrayseer]

Keel ~ Planet of the Cosmo King

Somewhere out in the Carina Arm, on an alien world, lived a mystical monarch with green skin. King Cosmo. He had ten beautiful daughters. Heirs to his kingdom. He wanted to marry them all off, with wedding gifts galore, to the sons of different kings around the globe.

One such was the sun king. His son, the sun prince, had reached marrying age, and was looking for a love. If one of Cosmo's daughters married him, it would ensure peace between the kingdoms for years to come.

The king brushed his wispy, purple beard, looking long and hard at all ten, thinking which one would best match the prince. Which would work best as his queen. Which would most balance him out.

Finally he settled on Stella, his most admired and popular daughter. She had thousands of fans all over the world, renowned for her beauty and passion for the natural world. She especially loved the ancient lifeforms that once lived on Keel, the Draconians.

She was the perfect match for the sun prince. She loved the world, he loved spirit. She was elegant, he was rugged. Opposites in many ways. Cosmo knew they'd balance each other out, to form a solid team who could lead all sorts of people.

Trouble with Stella was, she was rather stubborn. Stubborn as a Taurok, which is the Keelish version of a bull, with bright yellow fur and a single horn.

The palace seer said she'd lived a whole other life before, with that same name, on another world, long ago, and was just as stubborn then. She wouldn't listen to the call of the wise, or the virtue of true love. Just did her own thing. Caused all sorts of catastrophes.

As punishment, the god of the galaxy made her get reborn a Taurok 28 times, before finally letting her be a House Cosmo princess in this, her current life. Would she be wise and listen this time? Finally quitting old habits? So far, it didn't seem so.

When her dad, the king, told her he'd found her a husband, know what she did? Shaved all her hair off and ran away with the professor of bone studies at the Cosmiversity of Sagittaur. The king said there will be punishments for that. Yet still she has not listened.

Rumour has it, it fractured the prince's heart to know his future had loved another. Brother Reed, a kindly monk living at the castle, sang a song of it: "What a wicked game to play. To make your one true lover feel that way. To throw true love away. Lackaday. Lack a stack of sense. I pray the good princess repents."

Ever so wise, of course, King Cosmo had a backup plan. He'd chosen a secondmost suitable daughter to take Stella's place, if the girl were to play Taurok, as the seer had predicted she may.

Electra was equally beauteous. Some would say more so. Though one could be forgiven for not seeing it. Owing to Stella's popularity. Electra is only young though. Perhaps the starlet will shine even brighter than her sister someday. Her passion is the atomic arts. The itsy bitsy bulding blocks of reality. They say there's nothing she couldn't conjure if she put her mind to it.

She would most likely get along with the sun prince better. They'd make a happier couple, have an easier love. More enjoyable for both. Yet the king knew easy wasn't always wisest. Sometimes a tough love works out best. But if the princess wasn't around for the prince to love, it wouldn't work at all.

So he asked Electra to be next in line. As well as clever, pretty and well suited, Electra was known to be wise. She believed in the spirits and the king. Her dad had little doubt she wouldn't turn the offer down if her elder sister did.

Electra knew her dad was the wisest in the world. Always made the best choices for all involved. Spoke to the spirits. Was chosen by the gods. She trusted his judgement. Whoever he said marry, she would. She promised herself that in her teens. It was then she realised how wise her pappy was. Stella hadn't yet seemed to notice.

Now you might ask why Electra couldn't just get with the prince already, as Stella was apparently too busy. But King Cosmo offered it first to her, and don't take his offers back lightly. Only when Stella's time runs out. What's more Cosmo follows the will of the gods.

One night he prayed to the gods to ask at the Oracle of Air. "Should I give Electra to the poor prince yet? Or make him wait for a bride, my lords?"

They sent a windstorm howling again and again that very night: "Stella is still the first chosen. Don't give him Electra yet."

The king, bowing as ever to those above, obeyed without question. That is why to this day, he still hasn't given Electra away. He's waiting to see if Stella first comes back.

If Electra waits patiently in all this, not rushing off to other boys like her sister, yet still don't get the sun prince, the king and gods have promised to reward her with riches and blessings. The seers predict Electra, being wise, will patiently obey her dad's commands.

If she were very proud, it would be natural to feel insulted at being just the second chosen. But being humble, Electra likes not to look down on anyone, and being wise knows secondbest is better than tenth or not at all, so thinks herself lucky. This is the right way to follow the gods. We get what they give us. We do not ask for more or look elsewhere. Stella would learn much to take a leaf or two from her book.

So being sensible and wise, Elly accepted her lot as second in line for the future sun queen position. She trusted her father and knew he would take care of her, as long as she did what he wanted.

In fact she was more worried about her rather foolish elder sister. Was she going to stop fooling around and start being wise by engaging with the sun prince soon? Or would she stay headstrong running headlong into doom?

Sometimes, Elly thought, when someone is the most blessed and has it all, they throw it all away, as they don't know how good they've got it, how lucky they are, or what they've got until its gone.

So Elly did her best to make her sister see. She signed all her letters with yellow and black magic fireball seals. The symbol of magical war. Reminding her of their father's warning: "Make not ye peace between the kingdoms, my daughter, with love, and ye shall make the opposite, and your own fault shall it be. Gods and men both shall hold you to account."

If Stella never listens and causes a war, it will be because the gods have punished her. She may end up a Taurok again when she dies, wild beast of the field reborn. With all that warblood on her hands though, the penalty could be worse this time. Perhaps even a trip to the Underwell. Keel's very own infernal hell.

Yet even if she goes to hell, a soul is never completely lost in the eyes of the galaxy god. There's always a ray of hope. Always a way back to the top.

Like the ancient Scroll of Titania says. In Chapter 3, Verse 5: "The galaxy god forgave his kids every time they sinned. Not because the kids were good. Just because they were his kids and he loved them. As long as they said sorry and changed their ways. That's what repentence means. He would give them a brand new life. In heaven or a lower realm. The most virtuous kids of course, though, would get the better jobs. Such is the galaxy god's justice. Even if they didn't believe in him. Even if they divorced him and followed the ways of wickedness. If ever they turned back, he would forgive and start to lead them back to heaven. Yet the more bad they'd done, and the longer they'd disobeyed, the further and tougher the trip back to heaven would be, over many lifetimes. Such is the justice of Galaxion."

Look forward to the second installment of Keel - Planet of King Cosmo, coming out TBA. There you'll find out if both, one or neither of the two daughters followed their father's commands, and what blessings they did or did not earn in return.

[letterstobojack]

Dear Bojack

Dear Bojack, its actually very strange that Im writing to you. I’ve never wrote a letter to anyone and yet somehow I found the courage to write to you. I just felt the need to tell you that you’re an awesome person, aside from your fair share of screwups you’ve still found it in you to want to help yourself. You never knew how to help yourself and that’s why you found your way into alcohol and drugs. We feel you, for many of us you’re an inspiration. We know the feeling of waking up everyday feeling shitty and depressed, always blaming ourselves for all the bad things in our life. I love how persistent you are at bettering yourself although you constantly stumble. I myself stumble quite frequently. I find myself in countless pits of despair and agony. I wish I could find out what triggers it. Perhaps I should follow your advice and seek a therapist soon. It scares me that I lose a grip of reality so often. What I mean by that is that I constantly find myself lingering on the past, I suspect this holds me back from reaching my full potential. But how could i when it’s just so hard. I know you know it’s hard because of how you were raised. Both parents being dicks, offering little to no guidance as a parent should. I have a beautiful lady in my life that I wish dearly she never saw me like this. I wish she never met this side of me but unfortunately I couldn’t hide it any longer, little by little she saw a glimpse of the darkness that hides beneath my smile... I find it hard to describe to her how I feel because she’s my everything.... when you see someone you love so much hurt to see you sad...... it really fucks with you. This is the reason why I try to hide it so much from her. I’m so used to bottling everything up that it became second nature to just simply smile and hide everything. I’d like to say that I’m a master at it, it’s a skilled art honestly. I could laugh hysterically until tears come out and yet still feel suicidal inside. That’s another topic. That... Suicide. I even hate the word because it sounds so stupid, but of course I only say this now because I’m not in another one of my episodes. No, I’m actually writing this with a very clear head. Suicide is something I kept secret for years. Since the very first time I tried when I was 13 to my most recent episode at 21... I never spoke out on it, mind you, I’ve had past relationships and opportunities to speak out on it but I never could. I hate suicide because it destroys me..... I can’t fully describe how it makes my body feel, I’ll try to the best of my ability.... Typically starts off with a strong urge to get away from everyone. Then I go into silent mode, this one is strange because I don’t notice it. I feel as if I’m just in my own world. Following comes an immense sadness, this sadness manipulates me. It makes me think things that aren’t real or it makes me remember things in the past that I so desperately seek answers for. The sadness drives me to completely isolate myself. Next up comes lingering thoughts as to how it’s my fault and how worthless I am. This is strange because I know how great I am, I know what I’m capable of yet when this sadness comes it blocks off my self esteem. I don’t know how it does it yet I know it does. Shortly after this, I proceed to medicate myself to try and alleviate the feeling. although this usually works, it’s the times that the pain overpowers it that frightens me. Once this darkness breaches my little barrier of self medication it proceeds to keep me in bed sulking and looking for an escape.... this desperate search for an escape is what I believe leads me to look at suicide as a viable option. Like I said, I’m writing this with a clear head and I feel so embarrassed to write this out, it sounds so silly Bojack. Unfortunately it’s not so silly when I fall into an episode. I sometimes catch myself falling into that pit and I feverishly try to divert it. it’s just that sometimes, I can’t. My life has been a repeated cycle of failures for the past 4 years. I used to have so much energy and power. I used to feel like I could carry a car. I used to feel attractive. I used to feel confident. I used to feel brave. I used to be ME..... I played sports, I worked out, I had friends, I laughed..... I lay in bed now, and it’s like the only comfort I feel. I lay at night holding my pillow full of tears wondering why I don’t just fucking go. I don’t even know why I cry I just do. I can’t say what exactly caused me to be like this I just know that I’m tired. I’m even tired of thinking about ending it. I feel something taking over me in the midst of all this, it’s a growing feeling of numbness. I fear it. I know once I become fully numb I’ll have nothing holding me back, I know I’ll just turn cold and empty. But I don’t want that.... it used to be a feeling I searched for but now I know that feeling numb is the scariest part of it all... I often lay here wondering why I could hear people laughing like I mean genuinely laughing, not a giggle or a smile, I mean a full on felt from the heart laugh. I think I’m just missing the part of my brain that allows me to be happy. I keep seeing ads online and on my social media about mental health and about how there’s help everywhere but it’s hard to accept it and finally talk about. I know that if you got help Bojack I can too. “It gets easier. Everyday it gets a little easier. But you gotta do it Every Day: That’s the hard part.”

[elvesofnoldor]

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[athymy-meraki]

Well, I log onto tumblr for the first time in a few months to rewrite some posts and I see this shit on my timeline. I'm going to go on a tirade right now because this just pisses me the fuck off. I thought we were done with this, and this seems to be from months ago too, but nope. You posted this literal days after the whole debacle of you being unable to handle criticism. If you respond to this or try to drag it on, I'm blocking you Jay.

I am autistic as well, I understand it can make you blunt but that's not a fucking excuse to post a screenshot with my uncensored username to then bitch about me and make false claims. I personally use strong words, but it was nothing more than my personal opinion. I was unaware at the time that you were a porn artist, but that doesn't mean I can't have an opinion. This was posted on fucking reddit, dude. I also find it really weird how you found the post within only like 3 hours, what were you name searching yourself or some shit? I honestly wonder how you found it so quickly, and how you found it at all at that. Are you just name searching yourself all the time to try and act pissed at anyone criticizing you? This is the Internet, dude, I expect more from an adult.

Can I also say how you are harassing me and allowing your followers to witch-hunt me if they so please, when you are 35 and I'm 17? Are you fucking serious? You're an ADULT, act like one.

I pointed out how you drew "lesbians turning straight" art, but you rebutted and insisted a lesbian commissioned that. I'll believe that, sure. But you STILL fetishize lesbians, because you have MULTIPLE pieces of art like this. And don't tell me they're all commissions. This is only one example, there are more than just this

Censored so this doesn't get taken down. But you know what else? You LITERALLY PUT THAT YOU "LIKE" LESBIANS IN YOUR FURSONA SHEET along with incest, noncon and dubcon

Don't fucking tell me that it was "just a commission" when this is cold hard evidence that you have a weird obsession with lesbians, as a MAN.

My second complaint is that you accused me of cherry-picking, giving Brandy, "washboard flat" as an example. However, you still find other ways to sexualize this character, talking about her ass in posts.

I'm not saying you can't be horny, I'm saying don't try to say she isn't sexualized just because she has a small chest unlike the others. I'll give you the pass on Cybil though, her design is fine actually.

On AI art, I stand by my claim. Ai only hurts artists, nothing it produces is original. I understand you have rheumatoid arthritis, but you brag about making a shit ton of money from your art, why don't you hire a background artist? Using ai literally only makes your art look worse because ai backgrounds are easy to spot, it looks cheap and lazy then. Companies are now using ai to make movie posters and advertisements instead of hiring real artists now. And can we talk about how ai is evolving to make fucking DEEPFAKE PORN OF MINORS?? The toby fox arguement doesn't even work, he still made the entire song, wrote it, did the sound design, he didn't just type a bunch of words into a computer to generate it FOR him, like ai "artists" do. I don't have a problem with ai helping art, I have a problem with generative ai stealing art and shitting out terrible pictures so lazy assholes can claim to be artists.

The last thing I want to cover: the other user you harassed. I'm not in contact with this user since then, but because of something I did, you harass them and assume we are the same person. Why? Because I quoted them, saying "I" instead of "someone" or "they". This was a mistake, I don't quote people often. But, I DID notice this before you even pointed it out, however I kept it because when you found the post I thought "hey, maybe if he thinks I said that, they'll stay out of trouble or something" and that fucking backfired I guess. By the way the comments weren't deleted, I blocked you. You sent me some dm, which I ignored and can no longer bring up unfortunately, about how you "caught" me, because my reddit account features otherkin posts, and you said the other user does aswell, which I'm literally failing to find other than one joke post with otherkin tags??? Seriously dude, grow up. You also claimed we have similar diction, or spelling or whatever. I don't use proper grammar sometimes when I'm not trying to be serious about something. Accusing me of being another person over text-speak is fucking insane dude. You also made THIS comment, saying how you didn't care and whatever, and yet this was posted I think about a WEEK after the whole thing

"I woke up and chose violence" No dude, that term is used about being aggressive and getting shit done finally, or standing up to someone. Stuff like that. NOT harassing a MINOR for disliking your art.

I fully meant it when I said I originally had no ill will towards you, I just personally don't like your specific artstyle. But who gives a shit, huh? But now after seeing this, fuck that, FULL ill will. Seriously dude, you are an asshole. When the person with bpd tells you to fucking chill, you KNOW it's bad. In case you forgot from the top of the post, if you respond or try to drag it on beyond this, OR screenshot this and bitch about me to your followers, I am BLOCKING YOU.

See ya.

I just woke up and I chose violence let's go.

Look all I'm sayin' is

If you're gonna attack AI generative art

You should, for the same reason, attack Toby Fox.

The reason I've seen the most for people not liking AI is that it's not "Real art" and that it "Takes jobs from artists" and that it "Steals from other artists"

Well, then, let's talk about how Hopes and Dreams by Toby Fox uses fake Violins to mimic a symphony orchestra. Toby could have hired a real orchestra but he used a fake one and y'all came in your drawers over it.

Why'd nobody ever lift a finger to cover social media in how Toby Fox doesn't deserve to make money because his song "Undertale" uses a fake guitar that sounds just like a real one? He could have hired a musician to play guitar but he didn't! That cost a REAL guitar player a job, didn't it?

And how come when it was found out that Toby Fox stole entire lietmotifs from other games like Kirby n shit, y'all had like 600,000,000 excuses to defend him?

I don't dislike Toby I think he's amazing, like 100/10, one'a the brightest examples of a success story of all time and one of the nicest most pure-hearted people on earth who made two of my favorite games of all time and a ton of my favorite music. Spider Dance has been my ring tone for like 8 years.

I'm just saying, the literal same reasons I see people attacking AI gen art is shit that Toby does, all of it, and y'all worship Toby for it but attack artists.

And neither here nor there, but hear me out?

Y'all will say you're in defense of artists keeping their jobs and their livelihoods which is so very noble of you, but if an artist draws shortstacks that are just a little too short, or if an artist utilizes AI, or if an artist draws Rose Quartz skinny, or if an artist draws Sans and Frisk getting a little too Frisky, or if an artist votes for Trump, or if an artist says a dirty word you don't like, or if an artist draws a black person that looks just a little bit too stereotypical, or if an artist draws a lesbian character getting fucked, or if an artist doesn't believe in gender identities, or if an artist doesn't put trans characters in their graphic novel, or if an artist makes a sexy character with butt-jiggle the protagonist of their video game; Y'ALL ARE COMPLETELY OKAY WITH SAYING THAT ARTIST SHOULDN'T BE MAKING MONEY, AND BANDWAGONING A HATEMONGERING BRIGADE AGAINST THEM.

Or in the Sans and Frisk case: PUT SEWING NEEDLES INSIDE OF COOKIES AND GIVE THEM TO THE ARTIST WHO DREW IT, PUTTING THEM IN THE HOSPITAL.

Listen

Spare me this "We hate AI because we care about the jobs of artists" shit, you lying scoundrels. You don't care about my job! You've tried to cancel me like 500 goddamn times, got my Patreon frozen twice, got my PayPal frozen over 100 times even right in the middle of conventions, flooded my stream chat and spammed the N-word in chat trying to get my Twitch banned, flooded my Discord multiple times with links to CP trying to get my Discord banned, and you have entire Discord servers literally called things like "Jay is an asshole" and "The We Hate Jay Society" (YEAH I KNOW YOU FUCKERS EXIST, HI, HAVE FUN SCREENCAPPING THIS).

My artistic career has been under fire for the past 12 years because I draw things y'all disagree with, have opinions you don't like, and have family members who vote for politicians you think are the boogeyman that's the cause of all your problems (and haven't disowned those family members). With all due respect, when I hear "We hate AI because we believe in fair wages for artists and want to protect the jobs of artists" I just wanna strangle your lying ass.

You hate AI because it's popular to hate AI.

AI is like a prosthetic robot arm that helps you carry the groceries, and disabled people like myself (rheumatoid arthritis) benefit from its uses greatly (such as being able to draw backgrounds much easier which has greatly improved my art and INCREASED MY COMMISSION REVENUE DUE TO MY ART QUALITY IMPROVING [But y'all don't care that AI helps artists earn more money, you hate AI because you claim it's hurting artists' ability to earn money]), but you're so hung up on people using the robot arm instead of their real arms that you think you're some crusader against injustice.

You aren't.

You're just looking for reasons to attack people, it's what you do. I've been dealing with y'all looking for any goddamn reason to attack someone that you can muster for the last 12 years, hell even before that I dealt with you types. You just want to hate, you want to be prejudiced so fucking bad that you look for literally any reason you can possibly find to make some vaguepost about how much you hate an artist and post it to Reddit, and then when you get called out, get so surprised that I found your bitch ass that you start pretending you didn't mean any ill will, and start pretending that you're someone else in the most pathetic attempt to dodge blame I've ever seen.

[Context: The OP of this post accidentally revealed who they are on Tumblr, and then when I called them out on Tumblr, they pretended they were someone else because they were scared I was gonna out them on Tumblr and they tried pathetically to cover their ass, and even politely said "I never wanted to garner hate against you" when they literally posted "I hate the way he draws women" on r/mendrawingwomen and flooded the comment section (mostly now deleted) with how "disgusting of a person" I am, while I was in the comments politely giving context to the shit he was saying about me, and he started getting furious when other people were liking my art and agreeing with me instead of him. I have like 600 screencaps of all the cringe this guy spewed, but I'm not gonna post it all because it's tangential anyway. Case in point? This guy's blog is absolutely covered with how much he hates artists for drawing things he doesn't like, and he regularly posts about how AI is taking jobs from artists. Not gonna out his blog, but that's who he is. A shining example of exactly what I'm talking about. "I hate AI because it takes jobs from artists!" "THIS MAN-THING DRAWS WOMEN IN A WAY I DON'T LIKE AND HE'S A DISGUSTING PERSON, EVERYONE JOIN ME IN HATING HIM AND TRYING TO RUIN HIS REPUTATION AND THEN WE CAN CELEBRATE WHEN HE LOSES HIS JOB!!!"]

Like, y'all can sit there and act like you're defending me and artists like me all you want, you're liars. You're boldfaced fucking liars. You are disgusting. It's completely pathetic watching you attack a tool that can be used to improve our art, and claim it's in defense of the authenticity of our art and the continued financial stability of our artistic careers. Fucking give me a break.

You're looking for people who say positive things about AI art so you can attack them and feel justified because it's popular to attack them.

All while sitting there and gladly swallowing the cum of any musician who makes amazing music with synths, fake symphony instruments and autotune.

"We care about the jobs of artists."

Yeah.

Long as those artists fall in line with your opinions and only draw things that agree with said opinions, right?

Wouldn't wanna care about the jobs of "problematic" artists who draw "offensive" stuff or vote for politicians you don't like.

Final note: This isn't even an attack against any political opinions or activism or anything like that, but I'm being realistic here because these are the people I see brigading against AI art. It's not me saying those people are dumb for having their opinions or political standpoints or being activists for their beliefs, it's me saying those people are the ones who are constantly attacking AI art in "defense of artists," while in the same breath attacking artists for not sharing their political standpoints or also being activists for the same causes. If you truly, truly cared about the livelihood of artists, you'd stop attacking artists' livelihood for disagreeing with you. Or for that matter: Any reason. Stop attacking artists' livelihood, or stop pretending you care about it. Be consistent, at least.

[french-vanilla-in-the-clouds]

𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐆𝐨𝐥𝐝

𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Though he's known as a man of  reason and cold logic, Sherlock secretly covets a life of art and romance. When a bookworm moves next door, he finds himself bewitched, both body and soul. 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: @asherloki​

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Y/N sat cross-legged on the doorstep of 221B. She bit her thumbnail and smiled down at her copy of Pride and Prejudice.

Her eyes darted across the pages as she muttered along with the story's script. Her favourite character, the proud Mr Darcy, was about to enter the scene, and though she already knew what would happen next, the anticipation of his arrival had her buzzing.

Though she would never admit it, Y/N's fondness for the regency hero stemmed from her love for someone all too real; her next door neighbour, Sherlock Holmes.

Just last month, she had snagged a flat on Baker Street. As the new tenant of 221D, she found herself living across the hall from London's rising celebrity. It hadn't  taken her more than a first meeting to fall hard for him.

He reminded her of the heroes she read about in her books. Sherlock was very galant, what with his timeless grace and subtle kindness. Even his movements appeared calculated, each motion as deliberate as the printed words in her stories.

As an avid reader of classic literature, Y/N often let passion guide her life. Practicality wasn't her style so much as star-gazing was. Though Sherlock indulged in a hyper-rational philosophy, Y/N liked to think that a bit of discourse added great fun to any lovers' tale.

She flipped a page and leaned back against the door. It wasn't until a black sedan parked by the pavement that she finally looked up.

From her seat on the front steps, Y/N watched with interest as two men stepped out from the car. She recognized Sherlock, but the other was a stranger to her. From the sound of their bickering though, it seemed that both were agitated.

"Dinner was a mistake, Mycroft. The next time you need to consult me, just text."

"Believe me Sherlock, I'm all for skipping the brotherly bonding, but Mother insisted. She's been pestering me all week with late night calls!"

"Don't pick up."

"I can't just ignore her!"

"Why not? I do it all the time."

The men stepped up to the door, too engrossed in their quarrel to notice Y/N.

"Will you be staying long?" Sherlock asked. He reached out to pull the door handle, but it didn't budge.

"Only as long as I need to. I'll give you the case details, then I'll be off. You know how I feel about your... home."

Mycroft stood impatiently while Sherlock fetched a pair of keys from his coat pocket. He glanced at his watch. "At your leisure, brother mine."

"A bit of patience," Sherlock muttered. He tried twisting the keys through the lock, but they jammed midway.

"That's curious," Sherlock said. "It seems we've been barred out. John must have caught wind of your visit."

"You can't be serious."

"Quite."

At that moment, Mycroft looked down and noticed Y/N. "Good grief," he chuffed. "Are you meant to be the porter?"

Y/N felt her cheeks warm. She hadn't meant to stay quiet so long, but wasn't sure at which point to enter the conversation. She stood up quickly. "Sorry about that. I didn't mean to linger."

"Don't mind him," Sherlock sighed. "He simply enjoys rattling off. This is my brother, by the way, Mycroft Holmes. And Mycroft, this is my neighbour, Y/N. She lives just across the hall." Sherlock smiled kindly at her, but quickly turned away.

Mycroft curled his lips reproachfully. "Charmed," he said.

Y/N clutched her book against her chest. "I'm not sure if you recall, Sherlock, but Mrs Hudon said that she was having the locks changed today.

"Annual maintenance?"

"Something like that."

He clicked his tongue. "An advanced warning would have been nice."

"She's been mentioning it all week," Y/N responded lightly.

Sherlock winked. "I can hardly be blamed  for blocking out her ramblings." He tucked his hands into his pockets and leaned back against the door. "Light reading?" he asked, nodding towards Y/N's book.

She glanced down at it and grinned. "It's Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice. Have you read it?"

"It's a waste of time," Mycroft interrupted. He picked at a loose thread on his jacket. "An atypical romance for its time transformed into an odious cliché. It's been written upon a value system where reason is exchanged for ill-spent devotion." He raised a brow at Y/N, his expression condescending. "My brother and I haven't the time to dawdle over banal narratives. I doubt we even spared the brain cells to remember most of the plot, so if you don't mind, this social call is over. Sherlock, could we please talk elsewhere? This case is of national importance!"

Mycroft turned on his heel and stalked away, expecting his brother to follow.

Y/N stood frozen, embarrassed by the  outburst. She avoided Sherlock's eyes and wondered if he also had a bad impression of her. Perhaps like his brother, he believed her to be a silly reader with too much time on her hands.

She put on a smile before addressing him. "I'm sure you're busy, Mr Holmes. It was very nice seeing you."

She waited for him to leave, but he stalled for a moment. He seemed conflicted, as though he had something to say, but didn't know how to go about doing it.

Finally, he spoke. "In vain I have struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you..."

Y/N lifted her brows, taken aback by his words. Sherlock cleared his throat, flustered. "I didn't mean-" he coughed. "I believe that's Mr Darcy's line in the book, yes?"

Y/N nodded.

Sherlock adjusted his coat collar before proceeding. "I know that I have a reputation for being disassociated from the more mundane things like art and literature, and I suppose to some extent, it's true." He licked his lips. "But my good sense shouldn't discredit my appreciation for the humanities."

He leaned in close and smiled. "Or my appreciation of you, for that matter."

Y/N looked up at him. "Sherlock," she breathed. "Would you like to borrow my book?" She held it out between them, her only defense for being stunned, and not knowing what to say. She felt light headed in the best way, overwhelmed by the turn of their conversation.

Sherlock's lip twitched upwards. "That's very kind of you," he said. He reached forwards and grasped the book from her hold. His fingers grazed her hand, and sent sparks shooting through her arm.

He pulled back and examined the front cover. "I'll be off then," he said. He glanced at Y/N, a gleam in his eye. "I wouldn't want to keep your book for long. I'm sure I'll be done reading by Friday at any rate. Would you be able to pick it up then? Say, 8:00 at the café next-door? If that doesn't work for you, we could always try for a late dinner."

Y/N laughed, not able to keep the smile off her face. "That works just fine," she said. "A late dinner it is."

Sherlock pushed back on his heel, and tucked the book under his arm. He tried to appear casual, but was just as excited as Y/N at the prospect of their date. He glanced at the pavement where Mycroft waited, but not even his brother's sour expression could dampen his spirits.

"Have a wonderful day, Y/N," he called out, grinning.

Y/N watched as he walked off, looking over his shoulder every few steps. She could still feel his touch, however brief,  upon her skin.

She gazed at him until he finally met his brother and trailed off across the street. Sherlock spared one last look behind him, and flexed the hand that had touched Y/N's.

She smiled.

"A lady's imagination is very rapid," she whispered to herself. "It jumps from admiration to love, from love to matrimony in a moment..."

Y/N ran a hand through her hair, pleased. It seemed that she and Sherlock had the potential for a classic romance after all.

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Babylon 5 s02e07: A Race Through Dark Places

s02 Table of Contents • previous episode

Station budget relies on the civilian traffic, but the military traffic has been higher than usual, so they’re running on a deficit, since the military doesn’t reimburse the station for funds lost by the mandatory re-routing of civilian business. And they want want to charge Sheridan and Ivanova 30 credits a week to stay in their current quarters, which are a whole 7 square feet bigger than the next size down which would remain free. All this sounds exactly some some bs the USA would pull and is completely believable.

My!!! guy!!!! Bester is back! And on a day when I’ve found a totally legal and normal way to screencap for some gifs again. hell to the yeah. Prediction: I’m gonna like this one. He’s got a new, scary sidekick.

Oh I love him, he’s so terrifying and perfect.

Telepath: “He’s dead.” Bester: “It doesn’t matter. I caught it, just before he died. Betrayed by his final thoughts.”

He’s my special little guy. But does this mean Talia is involved with the underground telepaths?? She was really not down with whatsherface not going to PsiCorps.

Sheridan is just down to fight whenever anyone squares up even a little. What is 30 credits? I have nothing to compare it against. Is it like, a nice meal for two? A month’s wages for a dock worker? I feel like this is the first hard number for a price I’ve seen so far.

Going for the easy questions I see, Delenn! Just quickly, explain humanity. Awww she’s so cute. Dinner date with Sinclair! He was dtf (down to fight) 2 seconds ago and now he’s dtf (down to flee) and figure out if this is a date or not.

Sheridan: “One day they’re shooting at you, the next they’re taking you out to dinner. Hah! What a universe.”

He looks bemused and delighted. I’m delighted. This episode will have everything if only Susan and Talia will be allowed to be onscreen at the same time.

OMFG they’re in the same room at the same time!!!

Sheridan: “I’d like to talk to my people for a moment.” Bester and Talia: *leaves the room* Me: “Talia where the fuck are you goin...oh. Telepath. well frag that.”

Garibaldi: “Want, agree, that has nothing to do with it. The law is the law.”

And that’s ACAB baby. When the law is unjust, those that uphold the law are unjust.

Garibaldi: “That’s damn ironic, isn’t it? That the corps got started because we were afraid of telepaths? Now we’re victims of our own fears. And we took away every right they had and shoved them into a big, black box called Psi Corps. Now look at em. Black uniforms, jackboots, giving orders. Some days they scare the hell out of me.“ Sheridan: “Yeah If you ask me, we created our own monster. And maybe we deserve it.“

Good advice by Ivanova. Read the logs about the Jason Ironheart Incident.

Lots of good background info being dropped. Talia wouldn’t notice a surface scan, she keeps walls up to block out the background noise, but Bester wasn’t and heard someone calling him a murderer.

“Bester will try to stop up, so we don’t have any choice. We have to kill him.”

I agree, but also, oh man my special guy. :(

DELENN YOU BABE. Well no wonder Sheridan falls for her. She’s humaning it up like a bossbabe for this date.

It’s genuinely astonishing that Ivanova has nothing whatsoever to do with the underground (that she’ll admit to). I think odds are relatively good that she actually does. Perhaps Dr Franklin is? He’s been a little revolutionary.

Date’s going well. Humor is an excellent bonding point.

Bester reaching out to Talia civilly. We love to see it, only for the drama.

Love to see the return of Jason Ironheart CGI Ascended!

Also love the lingering, artful shots of Talia being angsty in profile.

The penny!! Is she or isn’t she a telekinetic?? I am once again asking for Talia Telekinesis Skills. AND YES THERE IT IS BABYYYYY. Now that’s some self defense.

Earthforce locked them out of their rooms! Those asshats. It’s so sweet how willing Susan is to go along with all Sheridan’s schemes.

Mary Had A Little Lamb has never been so ominous.

OK, so now that they’re sleeping in Sheridan’s office she’s quite a bit more disgruntled.

Ivanova: “Were you like this when you were married?” Sheridan: “Yeah!” Ivanova: “That woman was a saint.”

John you have a huge crush. Repeating all the jokes you heard from your dinner date and practically blushing over thinking about it is peak crush behavior.

DS9 nod? Those are raktajino mugs that Bester and Talia are using.

Fishing for info, fishing for informants, and unfortunately not so distracted that he missed the assassins. Who should really learn to shield their thoughts if they’re gonna be assassinating level 15 telepaths. And throwing Talia in a closet. A literal closet. lol.

This is the one and only anger fit Garibaldi can throw that I support.

Oh well, not really a closet I guess. Man, she gets manhandled a lot.

I agree, wake up girlie. The Corps are not benign and you don’t even believe what you’re saying.

Dun dun dun! Franklin does have connections. Called it.

Oh, the gloves are a PsiCorps requirement! Continuing yikes. Excellent control mechanism. They’re a high control cult. What you wear, where you live, who you talk to, who you touch, how you live, where and how you work, who you marry. About as high control as you get.

oooof, and forced pregnancy. I wonder if the baby got a guide for a year and then it was on its own as soon as it could walk.

“You’re asking me to take everything I believe and turn it upside-down.”

yeah, that’s hard to do when you’re ready to deconstruct from cult life, let alone when you’re kidnapped by kindly telepaths who insistently tell you horror stories of PsiCorps as some kind of guided deconstruction.

Invoking Jason Ironheart is absolutely the way to get Talia to help. I’m rooting so hard for them! And for Bester to survive and continue to commit atrocities for my viewing pleasure. I’m a simple person.

DOCTOR STEPHEN FRANKLIN YOU DUPLICITOUS BADASS! This episode is everything. I’m vibrating. Generally I like to feel good about predicting things even partially correctly but I only said maybe Dr Franklin has connections, not that he’s running the whole operation, and I’m gonna own that being only very partial. This is baller.

He’s a conspiracy theories that are real guy like Sheridan is, but only for telepathy! Secret doctor network!! The unofficial clinic!!

Alas, Sheridan, but “I agree but the laws“ is not moral best practice.

Bester! My evil little fellow.

Talia grew a hell of a spine in the last ten minutes.

Collective telepathy!!!

“The corps is Mother. The corps is Father. I know where my loyalties lie.”

I don’t see how this could play out any way but that these people are dead, but that would also be totally bonkers considering she just planned something with Dr Franklin and Sheridan.

LITERALLY all faked? d a m n

I am extremely into collectivist telepathy. It’s super tragic that they are discouraged from touching even each other. All of them must be just so touch starved.

Doctor Franklin has just shot up a mile in my estimation of him as a person. He got a lot of points for treating Poor Murdered Child, but I also don’t like thinking about that episode. (0/1 stars, will never watch again)

Ah, so Sheridan also has a way with pedantry. Is this a commentary on how rigid military regulations makes for twisting-the-hell-out-of-the-rules geniuses?

Insert incoherent babble here about gloves-off Talia smiling at be-robed Susan smiling at her! Oh this episode is everything I could have wanted. Definitely a 5/5 star one for me! And certainly my favorite of the season so far!

next episode

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“trump card” - Kagami Taiga x Reader SMUT-ish

18 + Mature content

MINORS DONT INTERACT

Lol I don’t edit my stuff so sorry about the spelling errors :0

Playing against Kirisaki Daichi High meant that it wasn’t going to be a fair game. With Hanamiya leading the team, and the team obeying everything he said, it was hard to predict what he would do next.

By the third quarter everything that Hanamiya could possibly do has been done - kicking, stomping, pushing, tripping - yet Seirin refused to go down. It was midly irritating to see such high spirits in a time that was supposed to be dedicated to misery. The ref was also catching into the antics of the team which meant they had to tone down their taunting - on court.

It was Hanamiya. That fucker always had something up his sleeve - and in times like this he knew exactly what to use to distract the red haired giant that has been plowing through ans getting points. No one saw it coming, especially Kagami.

Everyone had noticed the quiet girl sitting on Daichi Highs bench since they came in. She would occasionally get up and give water to the team during time outs but other than that she was quiet. It was eerie almost - she worked like a robot. They felt almost sorry for her, being forced to be with such a team must be awful - but if only they knew.

Daichi high has called a time out - their last in the game - it was oddly short and just consisted of Hanamiya going up to the teams manager and her giving him a water bottle. 10 seconds max. Ur came as a shock to everyone but they assumed it was Hamamiya way of breaking the flow of Seirin. So as soon as the red blew his whistle eveyeone went back to playing as they would - expect they started to put a lot of emphasis on Kagami. He found himself cornered in awkward pockets around the court, often a hand full of players blocking him or circling him. With their backs to him he could only see certain spots in the court causing him to hectically scan the court for an escape - and that’s when he saw it.

There was a big exit for him to take in his left, wide open - but he was too fixated on what was in the middle of the scene. The quiet manager of Daichi High, bent over while fumbling around water bottles in a bag on the bench, skirt hiked up and panties exposed. Time stood still as Kagami stared at her. She wore plain white panties. Every crevice of her cunt on display from the tightness of her panties - the outline of her lips was visible even from such a distance - it was like an art display. The sudden feeling of a ball hitting the side of his head brought him bask to reality.

And that’s when he realized what was happening. He tried to ignore it but they would have him cornered every time and in full view of her. Everytime he would try his best to look away - but some animalistic urge in him would turn to face her out of pure lust. Each time was different than the rest - bend down, sitting on the bench with legs side open - his mind began to fog up as his blood began to rush to his growing dick. He prayed no one noticed his growing boner as he played the game. As expected his efficiency decreased - the more dunks he messed up and passes he missed - the Seirin team was baffled at the sudden shift. But there was no way Kagami could tell them that a boner was holding him back from playing.

Pulling himself together he began to override his senses and focus on the game - he was a hormonal teenage boy but he was a hormonal teenage boy who cared more about basketball than he did pussy - and with that he managed to steal back the points that he had let slip and more. Things were going great until…

His curiosity got the better of him. It was supposed to be a quick glance. He tried to justify it in multiple ways in his head - but in the end he couldn’t deny that he in fact that willingly looked over. His eyes widened at sight, jaw dropping as he lost his composed stature. She had pulled the thin layer of fabric away, the god forsaken thin fabric that was burned into his brain, and now he saw it all. This had been his first time seeing an actual cunt - porn doesn’t count - and he was stunned.

Legs open, panties pulled to the side as you put your cunt on display for him to see. The lips were spread apart due to your legs being apart, the little bun of your clit was poking out as your labia glistened under the lights of the arena - ‘is she wet right now?’ Kagami thought - like a deer caught in head lights he was frozen. Any pint or blood that has been up in his brain had rushed down to his dick. The only thing holding ur back from sprinting up was the athletic boxers he wore underneath and the loose jersey.

The effects were Immediate. Everyone watched in horror as Kagami stumbled on the court, sluggishly running on the court in attempt to get the ball, constantly falling short on deliveries - it has become clear the once star of Seirin was not its biggest downfall. No one was surprised when Riko called in for a substitution. Kagami didn’t answer the questions that were being bombarded to him by his team mates, instead he ignored them and began to make his way to the exit door. No one interfered, thinking that he was dealing with some inner turmoil that needed to be resolved - not knowing he was going to go quickly jack it in the bathroom to clear his system.

He wasn’t alone though. Despite his knowledge he has a shadow following him. To caught up in his thoughts he didn’t notice her walk into the bathroom with him - only realizing she was there when he saw her reflection in the mirror. She stood there, quiet and calm, as Kagami caught his breath from the sudden scare. A small part of Kagami wanted to yell at her for what she pulled back at the game, but the majority of his blood was pumped into his dick - now throbbing - and all he could think about was her. He knew why she was here, he has caught into what the plan was from the beginning - but he was too horny to care.

He didn’t hesitate to push his dick into her as his nails dug into her hips. His jersey pants and boxers down to his ankles as his dick plunged deep into her gut - the panties she uses to taunt him stuffed in her mouth to quiet her moans. It was wrong, but god did she look good bent over the sink counter worn her skirt hiked up. Her ass in full view, the perfect view to accompany the view of him pushing his dick deeper and deeper into her. The sick part was the more rough he got the more she enjoyed it - the more her pussy gushed around his dick, tightening up and sucking him deeper in - the muffled moans were also self explanatory. By the time he has her sitting on the counter, legs wrapped around his waist as he bucked his hips up into hers he had forgotten about the game going on. The more she came on his dick the more he lost himself in her. Literally.

Hanamiya smiled as he looked at the score board. They were up by 10, and only 30 seconds remained in the last quarter. Seirin was in shambles as they tried to locate their star player. He made a mental note to thank (Y/N) after he finished basking in the misery of his former teammate.