#inspired by blackkat

[flowerparrish]

Fic + Podfic by flowerparrish; inspired by @blackkatmagic's fic Wild Child

Star Wars: Jon Antilles & Cutup

Length: 1k / 8 minutes

Summary:

His Master would be so disappointed--barely a day in the grasp of a Sith, and he wasn't even the man's focus the way Knight Diath was, and still Jon is faltering. Weak. 

Written & podded for Pod-O-Ween 2023

[liss-art]

These days I've read too many fluff fix-its. But not enough XDD

/inspired by blackkats A Snake In the Grass, a Wolf At the Door/

[cactusspatz]

May recs

So May turned into my biennial swing through Naruto fandom (have I ever seen a single episode? nope), during which I managed to fall down the Madara/Tobirama rabbit hole - which is a very fun time if you enjoy extreme competency and enemies-to-lovers! Also I've got some Kakashi/Iruka fic, and a couple of Guardian fics for Shen Wei/Zhao Yunlan. More recs at Pinboard as well!

NARUTO - FOUNDERS ERA

As Is the Sea Marvelous by blackkat

Tobirama is willing to give absolutely anything for Hashirama and his dream.

AKA the fic that started me down this rabbit hole. Blackkat is so dangerous with the gateway drug fics like that - this is a great canon AU aimed directly at my id where Tobirama surrenders to the Uchiha in hopes of stopping an escalation of the war after he wounds Izuna.

and all the fire's at your fingertips by pandaflower

Tobirama is elbow deep in a stealth mission in Wind Country when he runs into a shinobi squad toting a stolen Uchiha child. Tobirama disapproves.

Charming gen competence porn/kidfic adventure.

With Enemies Like These by sarkasticfics

After a serious and devastating attack, the Uchiha are in desperate need of a sealmaster. Unfortunately for them, the best candidate happens to be from the Senju clan. Fortunately for them, he doesn't seem all that inclined to act like an enemy. Which is lucky because, as it turns out, there are plenty of other adversaries making moves in Fire Country - both the clans will need to make new friends to survive. Madara would have been content if his new husband tolerated him and helped his clan stay safe. He doesn't quite know what to do with the fact that his husband doesn't stop there.

Jam-packed with competence and tropes, just the way I like it - and there's some incredibly lovely moments as they reconcile with their clans' bloody pasts.

Count Your Blessings by madmothmadame

The war is over. Tobirama ended it when he put his sword through Izuna's center mass. But where war had united the Senju behind their leader, peace threatened to tear them apart. And who better for the warmongers to look to as a leader than the greatest killer of Uchiha they had ever seen? There were only two problems with that plan. One, Tobirama would never, ever, betray his elder brother. Two, he may or may not have a surprisingly not dead Uchiha Izuna in a coma in his guest room, hiding the secret of resurrection that Tobirama needs with everything he is. Now if only he would wake.

Deliciously epic. The inciting incident is very hand-wavey (having been inspired by another fic), but the follow-through in worldbuilding around Konoha's founding, the metric truckload of feels, and the twisty political intrigue makes for a great read. Be warned, there's like 250K of hurt before it gets to any sort of comfort, so maybe save it for a long rainy day if you don't want to suffer (like me). Also, the ship is pretty background, so don't expect much romance - but the gen relationships are fantastic and crunchy.

NARUTO - CANON ERA

for the record by ohwickedsoul

Asuma looks from Anko, who is laser-focused in a way rarely seen outside missions, and Iruka’s bewildered face. “Holy shit,” he says. “You’ve seen Kakashi’s face.”

The ending is TRUE ROMANCE, OKAY. And hilarious!

It's Amazing Who You Stumble Into (along the road of life) by vulcanhighblood

Hatake Kakashi and Umino Iruka have been part of each other's lives for a long time. A lot longer than Iruka realizes, anyway. Kakashi recognizes this is something of a problem, but only once it's too late to do anything about it. OR How To Make Your Secret Identity Friend Your Real-Life Boyfriend: A Shinobi's Guide To How Not To Romance

In which they keep running into each other over the years, complicated by Kakashi being ANBU for the first half of it. I loved the varied assortment of meetings, and the way they kept trading off on helping each other (physically, medically, emotionally).

GUARDIAN

Breaking Point by musicalluna & nightwalker

Zhao Yunlan is having a really terrible week, and it just gets worse when he starts to think Shen Wei has gotten tired of his bullshit.

Fantastic post-canon piece where the boys really need to communicate, and the universe/work is not helping. Excellent characterization and some brutally good relationship fights - but they figure it out in the end.

However deep the Lake by elenothar

Zhao Yunlan finds out a lot earlier that the Envoy isn't as invulnerable as he seems.

Classic h/c story where they're taken captive together in Episode 4.

[jazzpsych]

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“I don’t want to give this one up. It’s been mine for years.”

I own myself, he means. I own myself and no one can take that away. Fox had thought that too, once.

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All of the credit for the inspiration, quotes, and references in this piece goes to the wonderful @blackkatmagic !

If you haven’t already read their incredible fic Cor Cordium I can’t stress how much you are missing out. This story struck such a powerful chord in me, especially as a queer person who had a long journey to find their own name. Reading a story filled with such vivid descriptions of nature, fascinating mystery, sharp humor, and soft moments, was such a genuine pleasure.

I wish I had enough hours in the day to draw all the inspiration I get from reading their works, but for now I will do my best to fulfill it one page at a time.

Thank you so much Blackkat for sharing your writing with us!!

[quinobiweek]

QuinObi Fic Rec List

QuinObi week isn't until October, but I thought I'd get everyone's inspiration warmed up by sharing some of my favorite fics. This list is not exhaustive at all, just a starter, but I hope you'll enjoy!

Reach For My Hand by jelucan: Quinlan was presumed dead but it turns out he wasn't. He and Obi-Wan wander through Coruscant and have feelings. This is one of my personal fave fics for these two.

On Your Best Behavior by wanderingjedihistorian: Obi-Wan and Quinlan accidentally get married on a mission. Why not have a wedding night?

Shaking From Holding You Back by @ashinaburrito: Obi-Wan rips Tarkin a new one when he's rude to Cody, and Quinlan thinks that's hot. Smut ensues in a closet.

Counting to Coruscant by @fanfic-phoenix. This whole series is WONDERFUL and has everything from Padawan Obi-Wan and Quinlan to their lives during the war (and the moments of romance they're able to snag) to the aftermath of Rako Hardeen. Super super recommend!

Red and Orange Beacons Go Forth by @ashinaburrito: Quinlan gets caught in a psychometric vision and Aayla calls Obi-Wan for help.

Betrayal by @brachiosaurus-on: Obi-Wan and Quinlan reunite in the OWK show era. Beautiful, Beatiful fic.

Ride Around the Moon for a Velvet Kiss by blackkat: Snarky and wonderfully in character smut set during the Clone Wars.

Stumbling on the Way Home by CapGirlCanuck: a comics based one-shot that pays homage to Obi-Wan and Quinlan's long friendship. Lovely.

Liability by KCKenobi: Quinlan takes care of Obi-Wan after Qui-Gon's death.

I'm going to be annoying and include a few of my own QuinObi fics (there are many because I love these two but I won't list them all):

Shoulder the Sky Verse: My RoTS Fix-It verse, including the initial RoTS AU of the same name, and it's sequel, Whispers from the Dead, as well as several one-shots. STS features QuinObi friends-with-benefits-to-exclusivity and WFTD has them in a committed relationship (and said relationship is a big part of the fic).

Always a Little in Love: Post-Geonosis. Quinlan bursts into Obi-Wan's room to yell at him for almost getting killed. Obi-Wan wants to forget about the war in it's infancy. Feelsy smut ensues.

A Crack Down the Heart: Quinlan races home from the Outer Rim after Qui-Gon's death.

I Want to Witness the Beauty of Your Repair: Set in my Shoulder the Sky Verse can be read alone. With Palpatine dead and the war over, Obi-Wan and Quinlan commit to each other. Smut with feelings.

[lilydoesdrawsometimes]

Inspired not only by @/blackkat's art of their Stanley a long time ago (vaguely referencing this post) but more prominently by my recent feeling of inadequacy when it comes to art as a whole. Delving into this fandom has done unspeakable things for my art, the improvement is... rather crazy honestly I never thought I would even make something like this, let alone in 30 minutes (mild brag but I am kinda proud of that) - even so, I sometimes feel like an imposter amongst so many good artists, like I am pretending to even have skill, so it kind of applies to me too. I wonder if that's what Stanley feels like, if he's in his mind as the player possesses him aware of every second of it, if he feels as though he's not himself, that he's never been himself - or perhaps that he doesn't know who he is.

[aquarius-stories-and-story-ideas]

Discoveries.

((I’ve officially been sucked into ‘The Stanley Parable’ fndm. I watched Markiplier play the first game years ago and was actually uninterested in it. What pulled me back in and got me to like it were the vids made by the incredibly talented @blackkatdraws! After watching them I gave the game a second chance and watched Mark and Jack play it. SAD-ist’s vids sealed the deal!

I’ve decided to make my own version of the Narrator. As for Stanley, after looking at the different versions of him I decided to go a different route. Since I’ve hardly seen any gender bends of him (and female characters in general in the TSP fndm) I chose that. So, instead of Stanley I’m going with Starlla. Both start with Sta and her theme is going to be pink shooting star.

As a way of introducing Starlla and my version of the Narrator, named Nathan for the sake of convince, I decided to include Blackkat’s version of the Narrator and Stanley. I thought it would be fitting since they inspired me to give the game another chance. Plus, I really enjoy their versions of those two and I’m still exploring other versions of them.

Just FYI, things are subject to change since this my first time introducing Starlla and Nathan. So, hopefully I nail this and get Blackkat’s versions of those two men right.))

“This is a story about a woman named Starlla.”

A woman dressed in a pink shirt with a white shooting star on it, dark blue jeans, and black shoes sat at a desk in an inclosed office. The computer that sat in front of her was turned off. Her waist length copper hair was tied back and her green hazel eyes stared down at her lap. A silver chain with a cross, a small pink heart shaped diamond in the center of it, hung around her neck. A black smart watch was strapped to her left arm.

“Starlla worked for a company in a big building where she was employee #427. Employee #427’s job was very important. She sat at her desk in room 427 and checked security codes and firewalls for other companies. Orders for projects came to her on her monitor on her desk telling her what to work on next. This is what employee 427 did everyday, every month, of every year and although others might of considered it soul rending, Starlla relished every moment a new project came to her as though she had been made exactly for this job and Starlla was happy.”

Starlla said nothing as that rich voice filled her enclosed office. Truth be told, she wasn't happy. Not today. She honestly didn't want to do this today. But, she knew how much the Narrator loved playing this game with her. So, she’d suck it up and let him have his fun. This is what made him happy, after all.

“And then one day something very peculiar happened. Something that would forever change Starlla. Something she would never quite forget. She had been at her desk for nearly an hour when she realized that not one single project had been sent for her to work on. No one had shown up to give her a project, call a meeting, or even say hi. Never in all her years at the company had this happened. This complete isolation. Something was very clearly wrong. Shocked, frozen solid, Starlla found herself unable to move for the longest time. But, as she came to her wits and regained her senses, she got up from her desk and stepped out of her office.”

With a sigh, Starlla stood up and walked out of the room. She glanced at the other desks in the area. All untouched and clean. Nobody has used them in a long time. Probably never will.

“All of her co-workers were gone. What could it mean? Starlla decided to go to the meeting room. Perhaps she had simply missed a memo.”

Not wanting to put up a fight today, she did what the Narrator said. She trotted down the hallway and came to the room with the two doors. 

“When Starlla came to a set of two opened doors, she entered the door on her left.”

Okay, this time she didn't want to listen to him. She wanted to try to get herself more in the mood to play this game. Maybe taking a detour would help her mood? Only one way to find out. She took the right door instead.

“This was not the correct way to the meeting room and Starlla knew it perfectly well. Perhaps she wanted to stop by the employee lounge, just to admire it.”

This was doing nothing to get her into the game. Dang it. It seemed she needed to try harder. While she didn’t want to do anything stupid and dangerous, there had to be a way to lift her mood.

When she walked into the blue themed room she expected the Narrator to say his usual lines of annoyance. But, instead she was greeted to the sight of the man himself. He was tall with short gray hair with gold highlights. Rectangular glasses sat in front of his beautiful gold eyes. A black three piece suit and dress shoes with a gold colored tie is what he chose to wear today. A gold pocket watch chain could be seen on his suit jacket connecting to his pocket. 

Even though she felt depressed today, she still blushed at the sight of the older man. A look of concern painted his face. “Is everything alright, my dear? You aren’t very active today.”

The woman lightly sighed. “Sorry Nathan, I’m really trying. I’m just…..not very chipper today. You don’t have to worry about me, though. We can still-”

She was cut off when Nathan walked up to her and wrapped his arms around her. “Of course I’ll worry about you. I love you so much, my darling. You don’t have to play today if you don’t want to. Is something bothering you? Do you want to talk about it?”

She returned the embrace and buried her face in his chest. “I don't feel good today, that’s all. It has nothing to do with you, work, or anything.”

“Do you want to cuddle while I read to you?”

Starlla could’ve cried at the sweet gesture. She didn’t deserve him. He was too good for her. “…..Yes, please.”

With that said Nathan led her to the couch and sat her down. Before she could get comfortable he bent down and began unlacing her shoes. This took her by surprise. “Um, Nathan? What are you doing?”

“Making you more comfortable, my dear. I thought it would help you relax if your shoes were off.”

He did have a point. Taking off her shoes was a good idea. “Thank you.”

“You’re quite welcome.” 

After he took off her shoes he sat down next to her and took his off too. “Let’s both get comfortable. Forget about our little game today. Let’s relax and enjoy each other’s company.”

He placed his shoes next to hers and laid down on the sofa. Starlla had to scoot over a bit to make room for his legs. Before she could say anything she found herself being levitated off of the couch. Instead of saying anything she stayed silent since she knew this was Nathan’s doing. 

She was gently placed on top of him and he stroked her hair as she laid her head on his chest. In a brief flash of glittery, golden, light a yellow and pink quilt was draped over both of them.

Nathen wrapped his arms around his girlfriend. “Comfortable, sweetheart?” She nodded. “Good. What story would you like to hear today?”

She thought for a moment. “Something relaxing. A fairytale?”

“Sounds good. Do you want to hear that spin-off novel from Frozen?”

“Yes, please.”

He kissed her on the head. “Of course.” 

With that said he summoned the book and kept it floating in the air. Now he could read to her and not let go of her. He made sure she was comfortable before starting the story.

In the offices, a door that was usually kept locked turned red and opened. Two femininely dressed men stepped into the room. 

The older one had short gray hair and golden eyes. Yellow earrings hung from his ears. He wore a white shirt, yellow tie, black trench coat that was yellow on the inside, black slacks that went up to his abdomen, and black high-heeled boots. He tightened the slights tightly around his middle to make his hips look wider. Makeup was applied to his face and black lipstick. His nails were painted black as well. His name was Black.

The other man was shorter and looked a bit younger than his companion. His short brown hair was styled back. Yellow arrow earrings decorated his ears and a black choker with yellow lace was tied around his neck. He wore a strapless black dress, black gloves that went past his elbows, and a white feather boa. His shoes of choice were black high heels with yellow on the bottom of them. His brown eyes glanced around the room. His name is Stanley.

“I’m so excited!” Exclaimed Stanley. “I’ve been waiting for this all week! I hope-”

Black held up a hand. “Hold up, sweetheart. Something doesn't feel right.”

He gave his partner a puzzled look. “What do you mean? Is something wrong?”

Black was silent for a moment. “More like different. I don't think we’re in the right place.”

“Really? That's unusual. Maybe we can still make it before the fun starts.”

Just as Stanley turned around Black spoke up. “Hold on. Let's explore. I would like to meet this place’s Narrator and Stanley. I don't think we’ve met them before. This place is very different.”

Stanley blinked before answering. “Okay. Maybe they’ll want to join us. The more the merrier.”

The two of them walked through the offices and came to the set of two opened doors. Stanley spoke first. “Which way should we go first? The left one?”

Black hummed in thought. “I haven’t heard this one's Narrator just yet. Let’s take the right one. Maybe this Stanley is exploring and went off the path.”

Back in the employee lounge Starlla was fully relaxed on Nathan, listening to him read and his heartbeat. Just as he was turning the page he froze. Something was incredibly wrong. He felt two unknown presence’s in his domain.

Starlla felt him stiffen and looked at him. “Honey? Is everything okay?”

“.....I feel two intruders in my domain.”

She sat up. “What? How did they get in here?”

Nathan could hear the sounds of heels clicking down the hallway already. He gently pushed Starlla off of him and slipped on his shoes. The laces began tying themselves as he grabbed the quilt. “Hide under here. I don't want to take a chance. If these people are aggressive then things will get ugly fast. This is my domain. Leave everything to me.”

She nodded. “Right.”

Nathan draped the quilt on the corner of the couch, making a pocket for Stella to hide under, and motioned her to crawl inside. As she did that he took her shoes and hid them on the side of the sofa. 

He turned to the open doorway as Black and Stanley stepped inside. Nathan crossed his arms and glared at the unexpected guests. While he wanted to immediately toss these people out, he’ll restrain himself. He didn't want to get violent with Starlla in the room. “Who the hell are you and how did you get in here?”

Black spoke first. He put on a friendly face. “Hello. I’m Black and this is my partner Stanley. We were going to visit some friends to have some fun, but it seems we ended up in your place instead. Sorry about that. We were hoping to meet you and your Stanley.”

When Black spoke Nathan was shocked to hear his voice come from this man. What the hell?! Why did this man have his voice?! Not to mention why did he kinda look like him?

Shaking those thoughts from his mind Nathan spoke firmly. “Instead of turning back and leaving you both decided to roam around my domain without my permission? You’re trespassing on my property. Leave. Now.”

Stanley spoke up. “We don’t mean any harm. We merely want to meet you and your Stanley.”

Nathan wasn’t having any of this. He could feel his anger levels rising by the second and his self restraint was becoming more challenging to hold onto. He uncrossed his arms and tightened his hands into fists. “I don’t know anyone named Stanley! Even if I did I wouldn’t introduce him to people who trespass on other people's private property! If you two don’t leave right now I’ll throw you out myself!”

Things were getting heated quickly. Black tried to think of a way to get this man to calm down. But, he did have a point. They were walking around in his game without his permission. He has the right to be angry. The best thing to do was to respect his wishes and leave.

Black took a breath. “We’re sorry for trespassing. We really don’t mean any harm. We’ll leave.”

Under the quilt Starlla listened to the entire conversation. One of the men sounded exactly like Nathan! How was that possible?! Was it just a coincidence or something? Deciding to push her luck, she bent down and peeked outside.

As Stanley was about to turn around to leave he happened to glance at the quilt draped on the couch. He caught movement underneath it and saw someone peek out. He smiled and gave a small wave. “Oh. Well, hello there.”

Black and Nathan both looked at him. He pointed to the quilt. “I take it your Stanley, or whatever his name is, is under there?”

Nathan growled and his eyes briefly glowed. “Leave now!”

Seeing as she has given herself away, Stella crawled out of the quilt and stood up. Both Black and Stanley were taken back at the sight of her. This version of Stanley was a woman?!

Starlla gave an awkward wave. “Um. Hello.”

Black recovered from his shock and smiled brightly at her. “Hello, darling. I’m Black and this is Stanley. It’s nice to meet both of you. We apologize for coming uninvited.”

She lightly smiled back. “Thank you for apologizing. I’m Starlla and this is Nathan.”

“Starlla.” Said Nathan stiffly. “Don’t encourage them to stay longer. They need to leave. They shouldn’t have been able to get in here in the first place.”

Stanley smiled sheepishly. “I guess it was dumb luck?”

“I think we’ll listen to your Narrator and take our leave.” Said Black. “With your permission, may we come back and reintroduce ourselves properly?”

Nathan was silent for a moment. He wanted to say no, but he saw Starlla giving him puppy dog eyes. Dang it. He hated it when she did that. Obviously she wanted to get to know these two men more. He couldn’t say no when she was giving him that look.

He sighed. “Very well. You two may come back.”

“Wonderful!” Exclaimed Black happily. “I’m already looking forward to it! Have a wonderful day you two.”

Stanley waved. “I’m looking forward to our next meeting as well. Take care!”

Starlla waved bye at the two men and looked at Nathan. “Glad they were friendly. They seem very nice.”

He hummed, feeling himself simmer down now that they were gone. “Perhaps. I’m glad they didn’t destroy anything and hurt you.”

She giggled and kissed his cheek. “You’re so overprotective. But, I appreciate it. Want to continue where we left off?”

With a smile, Nathan kissed her forehead. “Of course, sweetheart. Let’s get comfortable again.”

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THIS IS HARD!!!! When I dream of a fic, I simply write it.... there is one genre of fic that I really adore but can't bring myself to write and it's daemon aus, as in His Dark Materials. I *adore* the sort of "spirit animal" concept but I just can't write it myself! And this AU is so rare I can barely find any fics for it, especially in modern fandoms!!! It's such a dilemma for me, I'm begging *anyone* willing to write it.

I find myself wanting existing fics to update more, though. For instance, Whumpbby has a couple fics they haven't updated in years (no hate obviously, that's just how the cookie crumbles sometimes) but their Reaper76 one and Voltron Gijinka ones are really good and I am BEGGING for more. [Linked below)

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Well, I can't recommend enough! Aside from the ones above, there's:

want to see your animal side by blackkat (but blackkat has said they want to distance themselves from this fandom so.... sigh). It's a Naruto yokai au Kakashi/Zabuza fic that's deliciously spicy and builds on Naruto's lore nicely. This is the fic that inspired my own fic series In the Snowfields!

Pretty Hyung Who Buys Me Food by InBooks which is a S Classes that I raised fic, Sung Hyunjae/Han Yoojin ofc, where instead of regressing 5 years, he regressed 20 and lost his memories 👀 sweet and funny and adorable, highly recommend

Never Ever by LostOzian (their archive) is a Tiger and Bunny fic, Omegaverse bc that's how we roll, where Tiger hasn't smelled a compatible Alpha that he liked ever, until Barnaby came along. The tension is so tight it could be a yaoi uke's asshole. Highly, highly recommend if you like slow burn and forced-proximity

A World of One Color by The Big Roman (Hammocker) is a Roman Sionis (Black Mask)/Jason Todd fic series that I drool over every time I think about it. Sadistic yet caring Roman and a Jason desperate to be loved, muah. Chefs kiss. Honestly anything in the Jason/Roman ao3 tag is perfect.

Designation: Miracle by Umisabaku is a kuroko no basket fic with all the classic pairings (and a curveball with my favorite, Akashi/Furihata) which is a sci fi au of KNB. Her summary is the best so I'll just copy:

"It's been three years since seven human experiments, called "Miracles," escaped Teiko Industries, alerting the world to the presence of super-powered children. Now they're finally integrating into society-- going to normal high schools, playing basketball, falling in love-- and trying to find out if it's possible to truly escape their past."

I find it so difficult to get into plot-heavy fic, especially these days, but this fic is a downright masterpiece. I can't emphasize enough: if you're going to read anything on this list, read this. The plots emotional and technical beats never disappoint, and Umisabaku has a rich and wonderful range of OCs that are just as if not more interesting than the characters we know. They've also written stunning original fiction you can find on their Tumblr!!! @/umisabaku

Tear into your Soul by Nirejseki. Just kinky fucked up Hashirama/Madara/Tobirama goodness.

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Phew, that last section got long. Believe it or not, I don't really listen to Playlists! I let YouTube Recommended decide lmao. Here's one I enjoy though: https://youtu.be/nGjtdh5T9II

Thank you for the asks <3<3<3<3<3<3 I love doing these!

[valkeakuulas]

I'm curious about Fantasy Ploffe!

Okay, so. It's a plot idea that started brewing all the way back in 2020 when read blackkat's A Far Country and it inspired me enough that ended up up writing more than one three sentence stories in my War Stories collection. Jake Bartok's amazing fantasy Star Wars art has also been an inspiration.

Then I ended up talking about it with @ccinagalaxyfaraway in the comments. And plot started to brew. And then last year, instead of Kinktober I made a small writing pact to write 300 words a day for my chosen fic. I chose Fantasy Ploffe. I've written around 10k of it but since haven't done a lot since October. I might have to try that kind of writing challenge again to get things rolling again.

The plot is loosely based on TCW itself but in a fantasy world and the main characters are Jedi Plo Koon, who represents the Realms and knight Wolffe (Last Name Pending) who's known as Grey Varj in the kingdom of Mandalore. (The name 'Varj' is based on the pronunciation of the Swedish word "varg" which means "wolf".)

There'll also be other ships as well that are codywan and some minor clone/clone ships.

I've got notes both in written form and in doc files. I've searched how to place the banners belonging to the Mand'alor and the Five Marshals of Mandalore in proper order (please ignore that there's only five seats, it's just to remind me):

(Yes, I borrowed the whole Marshal idea from Tolkien, thus we've got Mand'alor. The First Marshall in the story is Cody since the Mand'alor's [Jango] son isn't old enough to carry the title yet while Cody's second in line for the throne [he be Jango's nephew] while Wolffe is the nephew of the Fourth Marshall [Alpha-17 who has other name in the fic]. I've made a family tree for these people, don't worry.)

The banners are based either on actual Clan signets/sigils but created a few on my own, such as the Fourth Marshall's signet which is a simplified version of the male narglatch's profile.

I even made a map using this Fantasy Map generator! :D

[flowerparrish]

Directly inspired by blackkat’s Made of Hurricanes and Ether

Relationship: Jon Antilles/Fives/Echo

Rated: Mature

Length: 2k, ch 1/2

Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Healing, Nightmares, Aftermath of Near Death Experiences, Non-Sexual Intimacy

Summary:

Echo and Fives have never had a Jedi of their own, not in the way Bly has General Secura and Cody has General Kenobi. He understands a little better now their endless frustration at the objects of their affection.

Written because all I could do while sick with first covid and then the flu was listen to the pods of this fic, and then I semi-coherently wrote this and polished it a bit when I felt better.

[depressed-sock]

Empty of Everything but This (2760 words) Fandom:Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: Mature Characters: Granta Omega, Dooku | Darth Tyranus, Nala Se, Clone Granta Omega Bad Thing Happen Bingo: Conditioning

Prompt was conditioning so I went with reconditioning lol

Inspired by the many Blackkat Granta and Xanatos fics I binged and also the Starkiller clone problem where the clones kept remembering Starkiller's memories (Dooku wants that outcome, except for the part where he realizes he might have not wanted this particular outcome lol)

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There are three things that Granta knows for certain about his situation. The first is that the cell that is his home is on the bad days colder than the darkest pits of space. His copied memories are at least reliable enough to tell him that much.

The second is that he has a dying urge to stab Count Dooku right in the soft spot between his ribs. Granta makes sure to project this thought as loudly as possible in the hope that his defect continues to be a defect so that he can at least get some pleasure in torturing Dooku and any other force-sensitive in radius this way.

The third is that his name is Granta Omega but he is not the first Granta Omega. He doubts he’s even the second let alone the third Granta Omega.

There is a quiet thought in the back of his head that wonders if any of those Granta’s had denied the name, the memories, the legacy that came with it. Maybe they even chose a new name in defiance of Dooku’s expectations.

He hasn’t even considered it for himself. This version of Granta clings to the ghost of what was and could have been like a man dying of thirst. It’s the only thing he can call his own and it’s not even his. That’s fine. The original would have done the same thing, stolen what he wanted. Murdered whoever stood in the way.

So for now this version of Granta stands on the corpses of his predecessors.

Well… more like sits in his cell, up against the back wall, curled in on himself in pain. But really, who's keeping score? Not the dead certainly.

Granta adjusts his position, biting his lip as pain sparks through his limbs. The droids didn’t draw blood this time but it’s only a matter of time before they come again. Demanding obedience and subservience to the Count like the last couple of times they’ve visited him.

He doesn’t really understand the point of all this. Dooku gave him the original’s memories, told him exactly what he is. A poorly made copy that could still have some use to him. If Dooku had offered him a purpose, let Granta take the reigns and lead the charge he would have taken it up. He’s got that part of the original in him.

That craving for purpose. To be of use. Whether it be to ghosts that haunted his past or to the living.

But Dooku had made the mistake of trying to chain and beat him into servitude. So now resistance is a matter of pride. He’ll give Dooku nothing.

Granta opens his eyes sluggishly. Staring at the grey brick walls. He can hear footsteps coming down the corridor and he makes no further move to acknowledge them.

There are days when he swears that screaming always follows those footsteps. Not always his own. Sometimes a mockery of his voice. Another clone failing whatever requirements Dooku has demanded of them. Sometimes the screams are entirely unrecognizable.

Granta blinks, breathing in a hiss as Dooku stands towering over his form. A few steps back from where Granta knows his chains would end. He must have lost track of time again shit.

“Granta.” The old bastard speaks as if he has any right to Granta’s name. Like it isn’t because of him that Granta is here in the first place. Here and existing. He owes Dooku none of his loyalty just for having him created. Dooku must hear something from his mind because he sneers down at Granta as he says, “I see that you’re still being uncooperative.”

Granta grins lazily, letting his head thunk back against the wall, “You should come closer and unchain me. Then I can show you just how uncooperative I can be.”

Dooku hums, “Yes, I’m sure that worked well on the last servant you convinced to get close. How did he die again? A broken neck?”

“Suffocation,” Granta corrects sweetly, batting his eyes. “Really that was his own fault though. Should have been more careful around the dangerous creature you specifically made to kill people with.”

Dooku scoffs, “I see the memories have settled fully into that head of yours. Granta never did think much of himself beyond his schemes and Xanatos’s revenge. His other skills are what I need.”

“Other skills we both know I don’t have.” He’s not a force blank, not like the original. Must have been such a disappointment to the old bastard. “Or are you talking about our real area of expertise?”

The original was more than what he’d been made to be. This Granta knows that with each thought and idea that pops into his head. Each skill that had been carefully crafted to enact revenge has been used to escape this hell multiple times.

It’s why he’s not allowed anything in his cell anymore that could be used as a weapon or worse, a tool.

He remembers the first time he’d ever officially woken up. Groggy, confused. Wondering how he was alive when he clearly remembered Dooku skewering him. He’d panicked at first, then he’d done what he did best. It had been child’s play to get out, the only thing that had gotten him caught was the fact that he didn’t inherit the original’s true gift.

A force blank could have walked out of here without getting caught but Granta doesn’t have that. No matter how every part of him reaches for it.

It didn’t stop him from escapes two through ten. It would have gone farther than that but that’s about when they started beating and starving him.

Dooku’s foot kicks him right between his ribs, forcing his attention back to the present as he grits his teeth. “Fortunately I’ve been told there’s a solution for my problem with you.”

“Oh? Is my time up already?” he laughs rough and blistering, ignoring the pain that jars through him. “What number am I anyway? The fifth? The hundredth? You couldn’t have gotten much from a decaying body without there being too many differences after a while so I’ve got to be within that range.”

Not that he’s actually seen what he looks like. No opportunities for vanity when you’re entire short life is spent in a cell.

Dooku’s mouth thins as he stares Granta down. Then he walks off, with a turn of his heel, and a fluttering of his robes. It brings forth a memory, of Xanatos doing that exact same turn with Granta on the floor in an almost similar position. It’s uncanny.

Force Granta hopes the bastard dies from a heart attack.

…

Dooku brings in actual human guards this time around which is a surprise considering Granta’s habit of killing the help. Dooku stands back in the doorway letting thug one and two enter. Reaching out to try and grab Granta, making an attempt to drag him from his cell. He lets them get as far as unchaining his cuffs before he strikes out with a piece of broken electrostaff he’s had hidden up the sleeve of his shirt.

It had imbedded itself in Granta's stomach on a particularly rough round of torture and he decided to save for a rainy day. Something which he’s so glad he did as he stabs it into thug one’s eye and then pivots enough to lunge at thug 2. Sinking his teeth into their throat, biting down hard enough to bloody his teeth. The scream that elicits is like music to Granta's ears. For once he gets to make someone else suffer instead of it being him.

He feels something tighten around his throat. Choking and strangling, trying to force him away from his victim. He refuses to let go, they’ll have to kill him first before he willingly lets go. He can’t breathe and he forces his jaw to clench harder even as the thug scrapes at Granta’s face trying to force him away.

It’s only when Granta starts to get dizzy that his body betrays him, losing his hold as the person tears away from him. Granta is left gasping for air as whatever is around his throat tightens hard enough to make his spine creak.

Granta’s knees hit the ground and he has enough awareness to glare up at Dooku before everything in his head dims to black spots.

He wakes up colder than before, in a metal cell instead of his brick one. This time his hands are cuffed behind him and a muzzle has been placed over his face. Unconsciously he licks his lips tasting the dried blood that stains them. Satisfaction curls deep in Granta’s gut that whoever did muzzle him was too afraid to put any fingers too close.

Granta can’t keep track of time here and hasn’t been able to for as long as he’s been alive because he’s never had access to that kind of privilege. So his best guess is that they keep him in the cell for a day before a new set of guards enter, drag him to his feet, and march out. Out of the cell and into the depths of what he realizes is a ship, then down the ramp of the ship and out into the rain that soaks immediately through his thin shirt and pants.

His teeth chatter, his bare feet stumble, but these bastards are on a mission and Granta has no choice but to keep going as they drag him into the slick white building. The hallway they force him down is so white and sterile it sets his teeth on edge in an unfamiliar way that echoes with familiarity.

Somewhere deep down Granta knows this place.

A group of identical children are the only people they encounter and they only stare to gawk for a second before they rush off. Looking terrified by what they’ve seen. Maybe by Granta himself. He’s sure he doesn’t look in any way pleasant soaked and blooded.

Their final destination is a lab that spikes panic through Granta like nothing he’s felt before. Dooku could never invoke this kind of response in him. He doesn’t understand why a room alone would.

He tries to breathe through the panic, loosening his muscles, forcing himself to calm at least physically as he’s brought into the room. A long-necked alien waits for him, hand skimming over surgical tools before they look up and blinks slowly at him.

“Strap it down on the table.” The alien motions towards a metal table and Granta is forced towards it, despite how he tries to fight against their grip.

He doesn’t want this. He does not want this.

The guards push him onto the table holding him down before they twist him enough to uncuff his hands and strap them down to the table. He fights it, even though he can’t fight it with how exhausted he is already. He bares his teeth at the alien who closes in on him, connecting him to machines through wires and electrodes.

“Why is it muzzled?”

One of the guards wince, “It’s a biting hazard. Almost ripped Kolat’s throat out.”

The alien hums as they tap something on their datapad, “Take it off, it’ll interfere with the procedure.”

“Yes,” Granta breathes out through a laugh, “By all means, you should get close enough to take it off.”

The guards glance at each other before the one who’d been speaking says, “We’re not being paid for that. You want it off? You take it off.”

The alien stares at them like they’re the dumbest beings in the universe before she sniffs grabs Granta by his hair and slams his head hard into the table. He hisses, dazed enough that he can’t react when the muzzle slips free from his face.

“Leave the room. I don’t need imbeciles to interfere with a delicate medical procedure.”

The guards don’t argue, making a hasty retreat. Granta winces as the alien jabs something into his neck. “What are you going to do to me?”

They blink down at him, head tilted in that special way that transcends species that say that they’re looking down their nose at him. “I’m going to fix you.”

Well, that’s certainly a sentence to inspire fear, is the last thing he thinks before pain suddenly screams through him.

…

Dooku stands behind a glass wall as he watches the cloned body of Granta Omega scream and twitch. “You’re certain that this will work?”

Nala Se taps something out into her computer before she looks up through the glass to stare at Dooku. “It’s a specially developed reconditioning we’ve been developing with the other clones. It should remove all of Granta Omega’s memories from the clone while keeping intact all of the skills.”

“Should,” Dooku’s eyebrow twitches. This is the first clone who has even taken to the memories let alone most of the skills of the original. “I will be sorely upset if you’ve completely reset all of our progress.”

“The clone will have the skills you require of it,” she says with certainty, hitting a dial causing the clone’s back to arch off the table with another scream. “It’s why I perfected it with the others. There’s enough of them that if one breaks it can be easily replaced.”

“Just make sure not to break the one clone we can’t afford to replace.” Dooku turns, walking off as Nala Se continues her… ministrations. He may as well make sure that Fett and this army is coming along as it should be.

He returns several hours later. The clone of Granta sits empty and blank on the table as Nala Se writes on her datapad. She looks up as he enters the room and motions him closer.

“Infiltrator-1 is fully up and running. We’ll have it run through some tests, make sure all its skills are accounted for.” She eyes Dooku carefully as she adds, “It hasn’t spoken yet but that’s normal, speech will return within the next few days.”

“I would certainly hope so considering that’s a part of his skillset I require.” He carefully looks over the body, noting that at some point Nala Se had, had the blood cleaned from it. It feels… different than what he’d anticipated. If he hadn’t known better he’d think that this clone was the original Granta Omega considering how… fake it feels.

Not like it had before. When it’s mind was a hive that couldn’t shut down for even a moment. Dooku doesn’t know what it says that the copy felt more like a person than the original ever did.

“It’s mind is completely blank,” he says with a displeased frown. He’d wanted the memories gone not the intelligence.

Nala Se frowns, looks down at her datapad, types something and shakes her head, “I’m getting readings of full brain activity. It’s normal for a clone to take a few moments to readjust to a mind without memories… maybe that’s what you’re pick up on?” She sets the datapad down, grabs a light and flashes a light into it’s eyes. “I’ll still order a full health check of course. It wouldn’t do to lose the only viable clone we have of him.”

“I will be greatly disappointed if you’ve done anything to permanently damage my property Nala Se.” Dooku sneers. He can’t afford to kill her but he can make her suffer for her own arrogance.

“That will-”

The body moves, fast and unpredictable as a scalpel slams into Nala Se’s chest, pushing her back as the clone moves to run. Easily dodging past Dooku’s surprised form and nearing the door at a speed it shouldn’t be capable of in its current state. Dooku reaches out a hand, the force curling to his will but when he directs it towards Granta it doesn’t take hold like it had before.

It’s like his power slides just left of the clone as it makes it out the door and into the hall.

Dooku can’t help but stare after him before a laugh overtakes him. “Ah, perfect, it seems you solved another one of our problems quite unintentionally doctor. “

She groans, pulling the knife free and glaring at Dooku but he waves her off, as he stalks forward. It would be best to concentrate on Granta and not lose that thread of thought least he lose his prey. “Be a dear and alert the facility that there’s a loose clone I want alive. And put it on repeat otherwise, I fear we may forget what we’re chasing.”

[x-authorship-x]

Im always so surprised by how quickly you shoot out these ask aus?? how long do you take to answer because when the anon get going youre just as fast?

This in mind... if you wrote a fic right now what would it be?👀

Ironically I sat on this one Anon lmao

If I'm really in the mood, like when the Shisui anons are in a "feeding frenzy" (😂), then it's as fast as I can type haha but generally these days I sit at least 24hrs on an ask because of timezones, my IRL, and I also like to brood on an idea especially if it's a question I haven't considered before!

Right this moment? Well, it's my current brainrot idea tbh I'm planning on making an actual fic out of it but my hand is stayed by the fact I'm feeling a little... Shisui-predictable again 😅

It's a Shisui crossover, fml

So I've read some genuinely incredible Star Wars fics recently (I will rec some if people ask) and those are some definite inspirations.

(This is the brainchild born from reading Blackkat's fic:

And smilebackwards' series:

-which are beautiful works!)

So.... If Shisui was a Jedi (Master, probably, maybe newly advanced) then he'd 1000% be a Seeker, locating and saving Force-sensitive kids and bringing them back to the Temple. He's either woken up after dying in Narutoverse or he's been reborn, haven't decided yet, but he's got all that military prowess shoved in the back of his head and he's very happily clutching to the Light and the Jedi's teachings on peacefulness, mindfulness, and negotiation. He absolutely knows how to use the Force to Shunshin and stimulate a Genjutsu effect. He also has absolutely created his own Lightsaber Form based on his past life and that's how he became Master.

Then the war starts up.

The Grand Army of the Republic, GAR, is filled with Clone 'meat droid' soldiers who need Jedi to lead them... Shisui is not buying it, he's gonna flip his tits and save these guys. The Jedi council decide that, as they're not the experts here in warfare and it's a kindness of what choices the clones can have, the CC Commanders can pick their own Jedi Generals. The Jedi are called back to the Temple, Shisui rocks up almost late with like five war-torn orphans in his arms, and proceeds (alongside Mace, Obi-wan, Anakin) to be a total fucking BAMF lmao.

(Anakin is on probation after he almost massacred a clan of Sandpeople btw. Master Sharad Hett was in the area and felt the rising Darkness and intervened just in time. Anakin is seriously on thin ice for almost Falling so he's stuck under Obi-wan's direct leadership for the war)

Basically Shisui is picked by Rex (Cody immediately calls dibs on Obi-wan (who speaks Mando'a and has all that diplomacy under his belt) for High General and then the meeting completely goes off the rails as everyone (except Bly lmao) goes ballistic becausethere is a LOT of competition for who gets General Uchiha, holy shit that guy is a fighter) and heads the 501st Battalion! Bonus points if Shisui was the second-to-last Padawan of Dooku so Obi-wan is, like, his lineage-nephew despite being older lmao

(oh maybe shisui is presumed dead, a la Jon Antilles, after a Searcher mission goes tits up so Dooku thinks hes literally lost everyone... And Shisui comes back to find his master has fucked off 🙃)

Now I'm like what colour should his saber be... Like red would be the choice but that's a bleeding Kyber, it can't even be a one off difference like Mace's purple... Maybe gold, I always imagine Shunshin as yellow... Maybe white? Hm... oh it could be just off red, like flame orange, so it scares the shit out of everyone lmao....

Basically I'm shoving Shisui into this situation so that he can 1) be a total fucking BADASS 2) be the designated crush of 90% of the GAR and 3) fix canon without realising it 🤌✨

So, really, just the usual then 😂

Edit: in light of your first question, this answer took me 20 mins lol

[cobaltbeam]

Mace survives and he is Pissed

[crybaby-ninja]

Has a roleplayer ever changed your view on a character? If so, how? Good or bad? For better or for worse?

everyone i interact with for the better??? is that a valid answer?? i love reading other people’s interpretations of their characters and they’re always teaching me new things about the character I hadn’t considered before and making me love them even more! tbh before I started this blog I didn’t know much about Izuna or Tobirama in terms of backstory but @kxshikoi and @izunaisms have developed them so well and taught me a lot about them as characters! and I love @obselene’s Madara being a hoarder of all the Uchiha and being overprotective mother cat its beautiful. And I, of course, love your Kushina so so much she’s so fierce and kind and you do her so much justice!!

[jisa-patryn]

Digital painting of Xanatos’ rooftop garden from Blackkat’s fic “and love is a call to arms”.

All of Blackkat’s fic are worth checking out, and she has a real gift for characterization and plot that mean I’m always excited to read new fic of hers. The imagery of this garden struck me, and I really wanted to try and draw it - what can I say, I like scenery.

[captainkirkk]

✩ WEEKLY FIC ROUND-UP ✩

All the fics I’ve read and really enjoyed in the past week-ish. Reminder: This list features any and all ratings and themes.

Yuri On Ice!!!

Geneviève Nikiforova's Easy Guide on How to Get a Son-in-law by crossroadswrite

“Are you into power tops, Vitya?”

Instead of answering, Vitya chokes on his tea. “Mama!”

“Well. Are you?”

(Or: Local Dramatic Mom Makes Grindr Account to Find Her Son a Husband, What Happens Next Will Warm Your Heart.)

Marvel

scatterbrained and lost in love by jilliancares

“Who flirts with someone when they’re in a committed relationship?”

Wade gapes. Spidey’s in a relationship?

“I’m sorry,” Wade blurts. “I didn’t realize—”

“Whatever,” Spidey interrupts. He takes a step back, standing right on the edge of the roof. “You should’ve told me. It’s not fair to make someone think—” he cuts himself off. Shakes his head. “Whatever,” he repeats.

Or: Spidey overhears one side of a phone call between Wade and his daughter, Ellie. Wade's starting to realize that he probably should've mentioned he had a kid sometime in the last five years.

ATLA

Collect your Courage by Hanaasbananas

Part 1 of The Sun Prince

It is when he lies unconscious, breathing shallowly, his limp hand clutched in Uncle’s that Agni visits him and he thinks this is it.

But Agni says it is not his time. Not yet. Even as he begs for death, clings to her like he once clung to his mother's skirts as a child, she will not grant him this.

She listens patiently as he shrieks and rages, as he accuses her of forsaking him, of not making him as strong as his sister. She holds him as he cries, running her hands through his hair and asks what he did to deserve father’s wrath, the pain that refuses to subside, why he cannot simply fade away.

Eventually, she wipes away his tears, smooths his hair back and says simply: “your people need you.”

Still miraculously my own by letsgofriday

Wherein Zuko, faced with the realisation that he will never marry, finds inspiration in Avatar Kyoshi and decides adoption is the route for him.

DC

disappointment by envysparkler

Jason supposes this is what he gets for delaying his confrontation with the Replacement.

Star Wars

staring down the barrel of the hot sun by magneticwave

“Gone to a Child of the Watch, the Darksaber has,” Grand Master Yoda announces in his creaky little voice. “Peace, there is not, and yet peace, there must be.”

You get to live here, too by vhetin

It was meant to be a short separation: Qui-Gon would get closer to Mandalorian space, get their informant, and come back. Easy. Less than ten days apart. That was, of course, before the dustbowl of a planet Obi-Wan was staying on signed itself over to the Mandalorian Empire. Now, caught up in the Mandalorian takeover with no weapons, no credits, and no contacts, Obi-Wan has to figure out a way back to Republic space and the Jedi.

If he doesn't get caught first.

Real Swooshing Lights and Sounds by thosenearandfarwars

In-universe Jedi action figures, and some disaster trio & Commander Cody fluff. That's all.

trade your heart for bones to know by blackkat

A week after an attack that nearly killed him and his son, Jaster Mereel finds Mostross dead on a battlefield. His killer is a Jedi, grievously wounded, who Jaster takes into his care. By Mandalorian tradition, Jon Antilles owes him a life-debt, and Jaster is cunning enough not to let such a thing slip away.

It's meant to be an entirely political arrangement. It doesn't stay that way for long.