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"Midst: Tales from the Cosmos" Collects Three "Midst" One-Shots

Dark Horse, Third Person, and Critical Role have teamed up for Midst: Tales from the Cosmos, a hardcover collecting three standalone, one-shot stories from the world of the space western podcast.

Stories in Midst: Tales from the Cosmos are:

Midst: Address Unknown from writer Colin Lorimer, artist Alejandro Aragón, colorist Chris O'Halloran, and letterer Jim Campbell,

Midst: The Valorous Farmer from writer Jasmine Walls, artist Aviv Or, colorist Quinton Winter, and letterer Jim Campbell,

Midst: Ripples from writer Kendra Wells, artist Vash Taylor, colorist Valentina Bianconi, and letterer Jim Campbell.

Midst: Tales from the Cosmos, featuring a cover by Will Kirkby, goes on sale on August 12, 2025.

(Image via Dark Horse - Will Kirkby's Cover of Midst: Tales from the Cosmos)

[midstpodcast]

A Stunning Compendium of the Cosmos is Coming 🧡 📖

We're thrilled to announce that Dark Horse Comics will release a collected volume of three comic tales from MIDST in one gorgeous volume on August 12, 2025!

Pre-order now wherever mind-bending comics can be found!

[ginxyy]

A Romantic Rhapsody

My soulmate Minghao

A Romantic Rhapsody: Moments with Minghao

Underneath the sprawling canopy of stars that blanketed the sky, I often reflect on how the cosmos aligned our paths. I can still remember the first moment our eyes met, across the crowded room at one of those infamous Seventeen fan meetings. Minghao, effortlessly hypnotic, with that contagious smile that could light up the dullest of days. My heart fluttered wildly in my chest, a tiny bird desperate to break free. Little did I know then that spark would ignite a love story far sweeter than dreams could ever conjure.

Our tale began in the midst of bright flashbulbs and exuberant screams. I couldn’t believe my luck as I found myself sitting just a few feet away from him. Minghao's laughter reverberated through the air, a melody that struck a chord deep within my soul. At that moment, I felt an unexplainable connection, as if the universe had expanded just to weave our preordained destinies together. I couldn’t tell if he noticed me; I was just another face among the crowd. But to me, he was the center of my universe.

As luck would have it, our shared love for wanderlust led to the creation of what I now lovingly call our spontaneous adventures. Our first real memory together, outside of the fan meeting, was a day trip to Hyangilam Hermitage. Minghao had an insatiable need to explore; I can still picture him, his eyes gleaming with excitement as we wandered the narrow, winding paths of the picturesque temple. The scent of pine trees enveloped us, and at that moment, the world beyond felt distant and irrelevant. It was just him and me, laughing about everything and nothing at all.

I remember the sun hanging low in the sky, casting a golden hue on everything it touched. We sat on the edge of a cliff, overlooking the shimmering ocean, a dip of waves gently kissing the shoreline. The wind tousled his hair, and he turned towards me with that dreamy gaze that made my heart skip. “So, what’s next on our list of adventures?” he asked, a playful grin on his lips. And in that moment, I felt like the luckiest person alive, my heart brimming with joy.

From that day forward, we became inseparable. Our moments together filled every beat of my heart with pure, untainted bliss. We explored cafes tucked away in hidden alleys, indulging in the sweet aroma of freshly brewed coffee while weaving dreams of future travels. With Minghao, every conversation felt electric, every shared glance sent sparks flying.

There was a night when we bundled ourselves in layers of clothing and ventured out to witness the city waking up. The streets bathed in moonlight looked like a scene straight out of a fairy tale. His hand found mine, fingers interlacing comfortably. We walked down the empty streets, bustling with stories untold. “Do you believe in destiny?” he asked, and his question was so sincere that I couldn’t help but think for a moment. “If it means finding you, then yes,” I replied, and we both laughed, the sound echoing like music in the air.

Minghao had a knack for the whimsical. He surprised me with random picnic dates, appearing at my doorstep with a basket filled with all the things I loved bread, fruits, and a bottle of sparkling juice. One particularly sunny afternoon, we sprawled out on a blanket, the gentle breeze whispering secrets around us. With the sun kissing our cheeks, Minghao took my hand, leaning in closer. “You know,” he started, a playful glimmer in his eyes, “I think I could do this forever.” My heart soared at the thought, and in that moment, our laughter intertwined like the most beautiful symphony.

Movies were our escape. I fondly remember how we turned into couch potatoes, binge-watching romantic dramas that fed our souls with sweetness. One rainy evening, curled up on the sofa, our fingers intertwined, I turned to him and said, “What do you think love feels like?” He pondered for a moment, his brow furrowed in the cutest way possible. “Like… having someone to laugh with, to cry with, and to annoy just a little,” he replied, mischief dancing in his eyes.

Fluffy clouds eventually transitioned to raindrops, but nothing could dampen our spirits. Rainy afternoons felt magical with him by my side. As droplets splattered against my window, we would sit by the cozy warmth of our favorite café, drinking steaming cups of cocoa, engaged in playful debates and heartwarming conversations. Those sweet moments where I could lose myself in his warm gaze, feeling entirely at home in his presence.

As days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, every memory we created together layered upon the foundation of our love. One evening, he turned to me with an expression that seemed a mix of curiosity and excitement. “If I were to ask you to be my partner in every adventure, from now on, would you?” A lump formed in my throat; I felt an overwhelming wave of emotion wash over me. “With you? Always,” I whispered, our hearts dancing together in an unspoken understanding.

When I think about love, I think about Minghao and all the extraordinary magic in the mundane. How every ordinary day could transform into something ethereal just because we were together. Love isn’t always about grand gestures; it’s in the thrill of the shared moments the laughter echoing in quiet corners and the stolen glances that linger longer than expected.

In the end, it was our collection of simple, sweet moments that defined us. It was the playfulness in our conversations, the warmth in our embraces, and the sparkle in our gazes that held the essence of our love. Life with Minghao, enchanted and whimsical, felt like a beautiful dream a never-ending fairytale that painted our hearts in shades of romance, laughter, and pure fluff. And as I lay beneath the stars, dreaming of all the adventures waiting for us, I couldn’t help but smile, knowing that my heart had found its home in him.

[nan0-sp1der]

i'm finding it hard to fall asleep right now, and i've got an early morning tomorrow. got any interesting stories to tell?

☕️ — c.

Ah, greetings, Cris. Welcome to the blog--I thought I had caught a glimpse of it while wandering about the website a bit in my down time, and sure enough, here you are. So, you have come to me to hear a tale or two. In my time as a self-proclaimed cosmonaut, and more recently a bearer of the spider-man moniker, I have plenty. Though, for the sake of time, I shall tell you just one.

There was a time before I had access to possibly two of the greatest feats of human invention--Voyagers 1 and 2--that my discernable scope of the cosmos were quite limited. I was unable to chart a course through the vast void of space like I do now and essentially just wandered endlessly, like a child stumbling in the dark. So, I was hard-pressed to find any meaningful data with such a total lack of direction, the few discoveries I did make being out of sheer luck. A certain star would be one such discovery.

Wolf Rayet-140. A binary star set nearly 5,000 light years out from where we sit in the center of our galaxy that is best known for its many rings of cosmic space dust, rich in oxygen, nitrogen, and silicone. It is a notable example of the production of space dust, believed to be one of the many ways such a phenomenon occurs in the first place. At the time which we see it from our humble abode, the star was in the midst of death. After it is done expelling its mass in the form of these rings, it will collapse. Do you know what happens when a star collapses?

It creates life... Or, well, perhaps that is an exaggeration. The dust expelled in the final flash of a star, in its dying moments, contain the essential building blocks of life. The very elements that allowed us to accidentally spring into existence billions of years ago emerged from one of these nebulas. As they say, we--you all--are made of star-stuff. I was fortunate enough to witness the creation of one such nebula. Again, as we see WR-140, we see a mere afterimage of the beginning of its eventual blooming into a supernova. From where I saw it, from several light years close, as I floated in that all-consuming expanse, there was a great flash of light, of an intensity indescribable to mortals. The heat was intense. Perhaps unpleasant for all but a brief moment before I found myself in the presence of an exponentially, more blindingly bright, white dwarf. Do you have any idea how bright that sort of celestial body is? How small yet wonderous in adverse proportion? No living man has had such the privilege to float within such proximity to such a cosmic wonder. It was breathtaking. It is one of my fondest memories from my earliest travels. I would like to witness something like it again someday. My, that was longer than I had hoped. I pray I didn't bore you to death with my space-ramble. Hopefully if provided you with adequate reading material to fall asleep to. I kindly thank you, if you read this far.

[star-wars-writing]

A tale of Love and War

Hey Star Wars fans and fellow fanfiction enthusiasts! 🌟

I'm thrilled to share with you my latest work for the @codywanbingo with he prompt nuzzling. a deep dive into the untold emotions and hidden dynamics between General Obi-Wan Kenobi and Commander Cody amidst the Clone Wars.

A quick shoutout to the character 'Bones,' our beloved medical droid who has made appearances in numerous fan works. Though I can't recall the original creator (kudos to them!), Bones has become a fanfic staple, and I'm excited to include him in this tale.

Dive in and join me on this journey of love, conflict, and resilience. Feedback, comments, and reblogs are immensely appreciated. Let's get the conversation going!

Onboard the Negotiator, tucked away in the labyrinth of corridors and chambers that made up the Jedi cruiser, lay a room that belonged to General Obi-Wan Kenobi. Unlike the austere, utilitarian spaces that characterized much of the ship, Obi-Wan's quarters breathed a quiet, personal charm. The walls were adorned with artifacts from distant worlds and holobooks lined the shelves, each item whispering tales of a life rich with adventure and contemplation. In this sanctuary, far from the watchful eyes of the galaxy, Obi-Wan and Commander Cody found a rare reprieve.

The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of the starlight filtering through the viewport casting gentle shadows. Obi-Wan stood by the window, his gaze lost in the tapestry of stars that stretched into infinity. His Jedi robes, usually worn with an air of dignified command, now hung loosely around him, the fabric soft and yielding.

Cody, his armor left behind in favor of simple garb, approached Obi-Wan from behind. His footsteps were hushed, reverent in the sanctity of the space they shared. He paused just behind Obi-Wan, close enough to feel the warmth radiating from him, yet giving him the space to breathe in the vastness of the cosmos.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" Obi-Wan's voice was a soft murmur, tinged with a wistfulness that went beyond the stars.

"Indeed, General," Cody replied, the formality of the title spoken with an affectionate undertone. He moved closer, his hands finding Obi-Wan's shoulders, fingers gently kneading the tension that war had woven into them.

Obi-Wan leaned back slightly, a silent invitation. Cody accepted, wrapping his arms around Obi-Wan's waist, their bodies aligning in a seamless embrace. They stood together, two figures enshrouded in the tranquility of the room, finding solace in each other's presence.

The gentle rhythm of their breathing harmonized, a quiet symphony in the stillness. Obi-Wan turned within Cody's embrace, facing him. Their eyes met, a galaxy of unspoken words and shared experiences reflected in their depths. Cody's hand rose to cup Obi-Wan's face, his thumb caressing the beard that had become as much a part of him as his lightsaber.

"You know," Obi-Wan said, his voice barely above a whisper, "in moments like these, you make me believe that peace is possible. Not just out there," he gestured towards the stars, "but in here," he placed a hand over Cody's heart.

Cody's response was a tender smile, one that rarely graced his features but reserved for moments like this. He leaned in, their foreheads touching, a gentle nuzzle that spoke volumes. It was a dance they had mastered over time, movements born of trust and a deep, abiding affection.

In the safety of Obi-Wan's quarters, they allowed themselves to be more than just General and Commander. They were kindred spirits, drawn together in the midst of turmoil, finding in each other a strength that no war could diminish.

As they stood there, wrapped in each other's embrace, the world outside faded into insignificance.

In the hushed tranquility of Obi-Wan Kenobi's quarters aboard the Negotiator, time seemed to pause, creating a bubble of serenity amidst the relentless tides of war. The room, a reflection of Obi-Wan's life and journey, was bathed in the soft glow of ambient light, casting long, gentle shadows across the walls adorned with relics and holobooks. In this space, Obi-Wan and Commander Cody shared a moment of profound intimacy, a rare respite from their roles as General and Commander.

They sat side by side on Obi-Wan's modest bed, not as symbols of war, but as individuals bound by a connection that transcended rank and duty. The bed, usually a place of solitary rest for Obi-Wan, now became a sanctuary for shared dreams and whispered confidences.

Obi-Wan, his posture relaxed yet still exuding the grace of a Jedi, turned towards Cody, his blue eyes reflecting a depth of emotion rarely seen by others. Cody, his usual stoic demeanor softened in Obi-Wan's presence, faced him, their knees touching in a comfortable familiarity.

"It's moments like this," Obi-Wan began, his voice a soft cadence, "when the war seems a distant echo, that I dare to dream of a different life. A life where you and I could stand side by side, not just as soldiers, but as partners, free from the shadows of conflict."

Cody, his gaze unwavering, listened intently. In his eyes, there was a flicker of hope, a testament to the trust and affection he held for Obi-Wan. "General, I've seen war define many men, but with you, it's different. You've not let it consume you. You dream of peace, and that's what makes following you into battle worth every risk."

Obi-Wan's expression softened, a tender smile playing on his lips. "I know the Jedi Code speaks against attachments," he continued, his voice tinged with a bittersweet acknowledgment of their reality. "But in a war like this, attachments seem to be an unspoken truth. Plo Koon with his Wolfpack, Mace Windu with Ponds... we're all tethered to those we fight alongside."

Cody nodded, his hand finding Obi-Wan's in a gesture that was both comforting and affirming. "And yet, here we are, General. In defiance of rules, yet somehow, it feels like the most right thing in this war-torn galaxy."

The words hung in the air, a fragile truth that both of them had come to accept. Obi-Wan's thumb gently stroked Cody's hand, a small, intimate gesture that spoke volumes.

"Maybe, when the war is over," Cody ventured, his voice a mixture of hope and uncertainty, "we could find a way to continue our journey together. Not as General and Commander, but simply as Obi-Wan and Cody."

The thought hung between them, a shared dream of a future unburdened by war. Obi-Wan's gaze drifted to the viewport, where the stars shone with an ancient light, witnesses to countless stories of love and loss.

"Yes, Cody," he whispered, his heart heavy with the weight of their secret and the uncertainty of the future. "In a galaxy at peace, I'd like nothing more than to explore it with you, side by side. To see worlds without the cloud of war hanging over them."

They sat there in silence, each lost in their thoughts, yet together in their dreams. It was a delicate balance, this secret they shared, a sliver of light in the vast darkness of the galaxy. In that moment, in the quiet of Obi-Wan's quarters, their affection for each other was a silent rebellion against a universe torn apart by conflict, a testament to the enduring power of connection and hope.

*** 

Amidst the steel corridors of the Negotiator, far from the officers' quarters and the nerve center of the ship, the heart of the clone troopers' world beat in a rhythm all its own. Here, in a mess hall shared by the 212th Attack Battalion and the 501st Legion, the air buzzed with the low hum of conversation and the clatter of utensils against trays. This was a place where rank and protocol could be momentarily forgotten, where the clones could be just men, brothers in arms, sharing stories and experiences.

The troopers of the 501st, led by Captain Rex, sat interspersed with members of the 212th. Their blue-marked armor, a stark contrast to the orange of the 212th, was a visual reminder of their different allegiances, yet among these men, such distinctions mattered little. They were united by something deeper than the colors they wore - a bond forged in the fires of countless battles, a camaraderie that transcended the divisions of units.

As they ate, the conversation naturally veered towards the day's events, the usual banter about missions and close calls. However, there was an undercurrent of something more, a topic that was approached with a mixture of respect and a hint of playfulness.

"So, has anyone seen Cody today?" one of the 501st troopers, Echo, asked with a knowing look. His question was met with chuckles and sly grins from those around the table.

"He's probably busy with General Kenobi, planning the next move," Rex replied, his tone casual but his eyes crinkling with amusement. There was a shared understanding in his words, a recognition of something more between Cody and the Jedi General.

"Yeah, those 'strategy meetings' sure seem to be doing him good," another trooper, Kix, added, air-quoting with his fingers. "Haven't seen the Commander this... relaxed, in ages."

The group erupted into soft laughter, the sound echoing warmly off the metal walls. It was true - Cody, their respected Commander, had always carried the weight of responsibility like a second skin. But lately, there had been a change in him, a lightness that was rare in the life of a clone commander. And they all knew, without needing it spelled out, that General Kenobi was at the heart of that change.

"Good for him," Fives chimed in, his voice earnest. "If anyone deserves a bit of happiness, it's Cody. He's always looking out for us, like a big brother."

There was a chorus of agreement, a sentiment deeply felt among the clones. Cody had been more than just a commander to them; he was a mentor, a protector, the one who always had their backs.

"And Rex, you must be especially happy for him, huh?" Jesse teased, elbowing Rex playfully. "Seeing your favorite brother getting some well-deserved peace."

Rex rolled his eyes, but the smile tugging at his lips betrayed his true feelings. "Hey, I don't play favorites," he protested, but the warmth in his voice belied his words. Everyone at the table knew of the close bond between Rex and Cody, a relationship that went beyond rank and duty.

As the conversation continued, with the clones sharing stories and laughter, there was a palpable sense of happiness for their Commander. They might not speak openly about the nature of Cody's relationship with General Kenobi, but their subtle glances and smiles spoke volumes. They were happy for Cody, happy that in the midst of a war that demanded so much from them, he had found a source of joy, a connection that brought him peace.

Unbeknownst to Anakin Skywalker and Ahsoka Tano, who remained oblivious to the undercurrents among their troops, the clones had become the silent guardians of a secret. It was a secret they held not out of duty, but out of love and respect for two men who had become much more than just their commanders. In the camaraderie of the mess hall, among brothers who shared everything from battle scars to dreams, this was one more bond they carried - a silent vow to protect the happiness of one of their own.

**** 

On the desolate plains of Zereth, where the winds howled like ancient spirits and the ground was etched with the scars of previous conflicts, the forces of the Galactic Republic prepared to engage once more. The sky, a brooding canvas of gunmetal gray, loomed ominously over the battlefield, mirroring the gravity of the impending clash. Here, on this forsaken world, General Obi-Wan Kenobi and Commander Cody stood at the forefront, leading the 212th Attack Battalion and the 501st Legion into the fray.

As the two armies converged, the air was filled with the deafening roar of blaster fire and the guttural cries of combat. Obi-Wan, his lightsaber a blazing arc of azure, moved with a grace that belied the ferocity of his attacks. Each movement was fluid, a dance of light and shadow, as he parried and struck with lethal precision. His presence on the battlefield was like a beacon, rallying the troops around him, instilling them with a courage that went beyond mere duty.

Beside him, Commander Cody orchestrated the movements of the clones with the skill of a master tactician. His orders were crisp, clear, delivered with an authority that commanded respect. Yet, there was an undercurrent of protectiveness in his voice, a subtle indication of his deep concern for the men under his command. His blaster rifle was an extension of his will, each shot a testament to his unwavering focus and commitment.

The synergy between Obi-Wan and Cody was palpable, a seamless interplay of strengths and strategies that turned the tide of battle time and again. They moved in concert, anticipating each other's actions with an ease that spoke of a bond forged in the heat of countless battles. To the casual observer, they were a General and his Commander, united in their goal to secure victory for the Republic. But to those who knew them, who had seen the looks exchanged in quiet moments, their connection ran much deeper.

In the midst of the chaos, a moment of near calamity struck. A separatist tank, its cannons roaring, took aim at Obi-Wan. Time seemed to slow as the realization dawned on Cody. With a shout that was both a warning and a vow, he leaped into action, firing at the tank with a ferocity that was born of something more than just duty. His actions diverted the tank's attention, but not before a blast grazed Obi-Wan, sending him tumbling to the ground.

The reaction among the clones was immediate, a collective surge of concern for their General. But it was Cody who reached Obi-Wan first, his expression a mix of relief and reprimand. "General, you need to be more careful," he said, his voice betraying the depth of his worry.

Obi-Wan, wincing slightly from the impact, met Cody's gaze with a rueful smile. "Thank you, Cody. I'll endeavor to remember that," he replied, his words light but his eyes conveying a wealth of gratitude.

As they returned to the fight, their movements became even more synchronized, a dance of survival and defiance against the overwhelming odds. The clones, witnessing this, fought with renewed vigor, inspired by the unspoken bond between their leaders.

As the battle on Zereth raged with unrelenting fury, the air was thick with the acrid smell of blaster fire and the scorched earth. The sky, once a sullen gray, was now ablaze with the crisscross of laser bolts and the fiery trails of starfighters dueling overhead. Amidst this chaos, General Obi-Wan Kenobi and Commander Cody stood as pillars of strength, their leadership an anchor in the tumultuous storm of war.

Obi-Wan, his Jedi robes billowing in the wind stirred up by the battle, moved with a sense of purpose that was both awe-inspiring and daunting. His lightsaber danced in his hands, a whirlwind of blue light that deflected blaster bolts and parried enemy attacks with a precision that spoke of years of training and experience. Yet, there was more to his movements than mere martial skill; each step, each swing of his blade, was underscored by a deep understanding of the Force, a connection that guided him through the melee.

Cody, his armor marked with the scars of battle, was a commanding presence on the battlefield. His voice, amplified by his helmet's comms system, cut through the din of combat, issuing orders with a clarity that left no room for doubt. He was the embodiment of discipline and strategy, his mind constantly assessing the ebb and flow of the battle, adapting tactics to meet the ever-changing tide.

The bond between Obi-Wan and Cody was a silent force unto itself, an unspoken understanding that permeated their every action. They moved through the battlefield with a synchronicity that was almost preternatural, a testament to the countless hours spent training and fighting side by side. When Obi-Wan advanced, Cody covered him, his blaster rifle a steady presence that kept enemy fire at bay. When Cody maneuvered the troops, Obi-Wan was there, his lightsaber a beacon amidst the darkness, guiding and protecting.

In a particularly fierce skirmish, a group of droids flanked the Republic forces, their blasters trained on the unsuspecting troops. Sensing the danger, Obi-Wan reached out with the Force, his awareness extending beyond the physical realm. At the same moment, Cody, perceiving the threat through the bond they shared, shouted a warning and directed the clones to form a defensive line.

Obi-Wan, with a swift motion of his hand, used the Force to push the droids back, buying precious time for Cody and the troops to regroup and retaliate. The synergy of their actions, the seamless integration of Force and military strategy, turned the tide of the skirmish, driving the droids back with a ferocity that spoke of their unwavering resolve.

As the battle wore on, the toll it took on the soldiers was evident. Exhaustion set in, the relentless pace of combat a grueling test of endurance and will. Yet, through it all, the bond between Obi-Wan and Cody never wavered. They were a constant for each other, a source of strength and reassurance in the heart of the storm.

In the quieter moments, when the blaster fire ebbed and the cries of combat faded into a tense silence, they would exchange glances. These brief interludes, laden with unspoken words and shared understanding, were a reminder of the depth of their connection. It was a bond forged not just in the heat of battle but in the moments of quiet reflection, in the shared burdens of leadership, and in the unwavering commitment to their duty.

As the battle drew to a close, with the Republic forces emerging victorious but weary, Obi-Wan and Cody stood side by side, surveying the aftermath. Their expressions were somber, a reflection of the cost of war, but there was also a sense of accomplishment, a knowledge that they had once again overcome the odds.

In the quiet that followed, as the troops began the somber task of tending to the wounded and honoring the fallen, Obi-Wan turned to Cody. "We did well today, Commander," he said, his voice low but imbued with pride and gratitude.

Cody nodded, his gaze meeting Obi-Wan's. "We did, General. And we'll continue to do so, as long as the galaxy needs us." His words were a vow, a promise that extended beyond the battlefield, a pledge of unwavering support and loyalty.

As they walked back to their command post, their steps in unison, there was a sense of completeness, a feeling that, no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them together, with the unbreakable bond they shared—a bond of trust, respect, and an unspoken love that was their greatest strength in a galaxy torn apart by war.

**** 

The dawn on Zereth broke with a crimson hue, painting the skies with the foreboding colors of war. As the first rays of light pierced the horizon, they cast long shadows over the battered landscape, a stark reminder of the battle that had raged the day before. The air was heavy with the scent of ionized blaster residue and charred earth, a tangible echo of the conflict that had unfolded.

The Republic forces, weary yet resolute, prepared to face the enemy once again. General Obi-Wan Kenobi, standing amidst his troops, exuded a calm determination. His presence was a stabilizing force, his confidence in the face of adversity an inspiration to the men who looked up to him. Commander Cody, ever at his side, reviewed the tactical displays, his mind a whirlwind of strategies and contingencies.

As the battle commenced, the air was filled with the cacophony of war – the relentless staccato of blaster fire, the deep rumble of artillery, and the piercing screams of starfighters overhead. Obi-Wan, lightsaber in hand, moved with a fluid grace, a specter of blue light weaving through the chaos. His every action was precise, calculated to protect and strike with maximum efficiency.

Cody, his blaster rifle at the ready, coordinated the movements of the clones with unwavering focus. His voice, amplified by his helmet's comms, was a constant in the tumult, guiding and directing, a beacon of clarity in the fog of war.

The synergy between Obi-Wan and Cody was more than just a product of their shared experiences; it was a connection that ran deep, a mutual understanding that transcended the chaos that surrounded them. They moved in tandem, a seamless interplay of Force and military acumen that bolstered the morale of the troops and turned the tide in several critical moments.

But war is an unpredictable beast, and in a fleeting, heart-stopping instant, the unimaginable happened. A separatist tank, hidden amongst the rubble, unleashed a barrage of fire that caught Obi-Wan off-guard. The blast sent him sprawling to the ground, his lightsaber skittering away into the debris.

Cody, witnessing the scene, felt a surge of panic grip his heart. Time seemed to slow as he saw Obi-Wan fall, the General's body limp and vulnerable amidst the battlefield's fury. Military protocol and strategic planning vanished from his mind, replaced by a single, overriding imperative – to reach Obi-Wan, to protect him at all costs.

Breaking formation, Cody charged across the battlefield, his blaster laying down a covering fire, his every step driven by a desperate need to get to Obi-Wan. The clones, sensing the urgency in their Commander's actions, rallied to provide support, their blasters joining in a symphony of defiance against the enemy.

Reaching Obi-Wan's side, Cody fell to his knees, his hands frantically searching for signs of life. "General, can you hear me?" he called out, his voice strained with fear and concern.

Obi-Wan, groaning in pain, stirred slightly, his eyes fluttering open. "Cody..." he whispered, his voice weak but filled with an unspoken gratitude.

Cody's relief was palpable, a weight lifted from his shoulders. But there was no time to rest; they were still in the heart of the battlefield, exposed and vulnerable. With a strength born of desperation, Cody hoisted Obi-Wan into his arms, his resolve a solid anchor in the midst of chaos.

As he carried Obi-Wan to safety, the clones formed a protective ring around them, their blasters warding off the enemy. The bond between General and Commander, a bond that had always been more than just duty, was now a visible force, a testament to the depth of their connection.

Through the blur of battle and the haze of pain, Obi-Wan held onto Cody, his trust in the Commander unwavering. In Cody's arms, amidst the harrowing storm of war, Obi-Wan found a haven, a reminder that even in the darkest of times, they would always have each other's backs.

And as they retreated to the safety of their lines, the clones watched with a mix of awe and respect. In the actions of their Commander, in his fearless rush to save the General, they saw not just the duties of rank, but the actions of a man driven by a profound loyalty and care. In that moment, Cody and Obi-Wan were more than leaders; they were symbols of the enduring strength of the human spirit, a beacon of hope in a galaxy torn asunder by conflict.

The Negotiator, a bastion amidst the stars, loomed like a sentinel over the ravaged landscape of Zereth. Within its reinforced hull, the atmosphere was charged with a tension that mirrored the ongoing conflict on the planet below. In the medical bay, a haven of sterile lights and the quiet hum of medical droids, a new urgency took hold as General Obi-Wan Kenobi was rushed in, his body bearing the grim testament of battle.

Commander Cody, his armor stained with the dust and smoke of the battlefield, accompanied Obi-Wan, his demeanor a mix of steadfast resolve and concealed turmoil. As they entered the medical bay, the medical droid known as Bones moved with mechanical efficiency, its sensors and appendages immediately attending to the injured Jedi.

Cody stood by Obi-Wan's side, his gaze locked on the General's pale face, etched with lines of pain and fatigue. The sight stirred a tumult of emotions within him – concern, fear, and an overwhelming sense of protectiveness. He wanted to stay, to be there when Obi-Wan awoke, to reassure him with his presence. Yet, he knew what Obi-Wan would expect of him – to return to the battle, to lead their men, to fulfill the duty that they both held sacred.

As Bones worked, its mechanical voice delivering clinical assessments, Obi-Wan's eyelids fluttered, a sign of the struggle raging within his battered body. "Cody," he murmured, his voice a mere whisper, "the battle..."

Cody leaned in, his hand finding Obi-Wan's. "I'm here, General," he said softly, his voice a blend of reassurance and regret. "Bones will take care of you. I'll... I'll return to the front."

Obi-Wan's eyes opened, a glint of determination shining through the pain. "You must lead them, Cody," he rasped, his words laced with the weight of command and a deeper, unspoken bond. "Our men... they need you."

Cody's jaw tightened, a visible struggle between his personal desire to stay and his duty as a commander. "I'll come back as soon as I can," he promised, the words heavy with unspoken emotions.

With a final, lingering look, Cody turned and strode out of the medical bay, his posture that of a commander, but his pace betraying a reluctance to leave. The doors hissed shut behind him, leaving Obi-Wan in the capable hands of Bones.

Outside, the members of the 212th and 501st watched in silence, their expressions a mix of concern and admiration. They had witnessed the unbreakable bond between their General and Commander, a bond that went beyond the chain of command, rooted in mutual respect and a shared history of battles fought and hardships endured.

As Cody approached his troops, his helmet concealing the storm of emotions within, he was met with salutes of respect and loyalty. The clones knew the weight of what their Commander carried, the burden of leadership and the personal cost of war.

With a nod, Cody addressed his men, his voice strong and clear, masking the turmoil within. "The General is in good hands. Our duty is not yet done. We have a battle to win, for the Republic, for our brothers, and for General Kenobi."

The clones responded with a unified shout, their resolve hardened by the words of their Commander. They were more than just soldiers; they were a brotherhood, united in their mission and in their silent support for the leaders who had guided them through the darkest of times.

As they returned to the battlefield, the resolve in their hearts was a testament to the lessons learned from Obi-Wan and Cody - that duty and honor were the cornerstones of their existence, but it was the bonds of brotherhood and loyalty that gave them strength. In the midst of war, these bonds were their unspoken vow, a promise to stand together against all odds, for the Republic, for each other, and for the leaders who had shown them the true meaning of courage and sacrifice.

As Commander Cody re-emerged onto the battlefield of Zereth, the landscape was a tumultuous sea of blaster fire and echoing war cries. The horizon, smeared with the smoke of burning wreckage, served as a grim backdrop to the ongoing conflict. Cody, his armor now a testament to the harsh realities of war, moved with a renewed sense of urgency, driven by a dual purpose – to lead his men to victory and to return to Obi-Wan's side.

Each step he took was heavy with the weight of responsibility and a deep-seated longing for an end to the strife. The clatter of his boots against the scorched earth was drowned out by the cacophony of battle, yet in his mind, it resonated with the echoes of his unspoken desires – for peace, for a life beyond the endless cycle of war.

As he advanced, his blaster rifle in hand, Cody became a whirlwind of lethal precision. His movements were not just those of a seasoned soldier; they were the actions of a man fueled by a potent mix of duty and personal resolve. He issued commands with a clear, authoritative voice, guiding his troops through the maelstrom with a tactical acumen honed by years of combat.

The clones of the 212th and 501st followed him, their blasters a steady rhythm in the chaotic symphony of the battlefield. They fought not just as soldiers, but as brothers, their loyalty to Cody and Obi-Wan a driving force that propelled them forward against overwhelming odds.

In the heat of battle, Cody's thoughts were a swirling tempest of strategy and emotion. Each time he felled an enemy, each time he directed his troops, a part of him yearned for the conclusion of this endless war. He envisioned a life where the clatter of blasters was replaced by the tranquility of peace, where he and Obi-Wan could explore the galaxy, not as warriors, but as companions free from the shadows of conflict.

But such thoughts were fleeting, quickly eclipsed by the immediacy of the battle. The reality of the moment was harsh and unyielding, a constant reminder of the duties that bound him. Yet, even amidst the chaos, there was a glimmer of hope that spurred him on – the hope of being by Obi-Wan's side once the fight was over.

As the battle raged on, Cody tore through the enemy ranks with a fierce determination. Each droid he dismantled, each position he secured, brought him a step closer to ending the conflict, to returning to the Negotiator, to Obi-Wan.

The fight seemed to stretch on interminably, a relentless tide of adversaries that tested the limits of Cody's endurance and resolve. But through it all, his mind held onto a singular image – Obi-Wan, injured but alive, waiting for him. This vision, this promise of a reunion, however brief, was a beacon that guided him through the darkest moments of the battle.

Finally, as the last of the enemy forces were vanquished, and the dust of war began to settle, Cody allowed himself a moment to breathe. The landscape around him was a stark reminder of the cost of victory – a once vibrant world now scarred and broken. Yet, amidst the devastation, there was a sense of accomplishment, a hard-won triumph that brought them one step closer to the end of the war.

Cody's gaze turned skyward, towards the Negotiator orbiting above. A mix of exhaustion and anticipation coursed through him. The battle was over, for now, but his mission was not yet complete. With a final, resolute nod to his troops, he began the journey back to the ship, back to Obi-Wan. In the depths of his heart, he held onto the hope that soon, perhaps sooner than they dared to dream, they would find the peace they both longed for, and the life they wished to build together.

**** 

The journey back to the Negotiator was a blur for Commander Cody. The roar of the transport’s engines was a distant rumble, lost amidst the whirlwind of his own thoughts and emotions. As the ship docked with the Negotiator, the familiar sound of the airlock engaging brought a measure of reality back to Cody. He was back, but his heart was already racing ahead, yearning to be at Obi-Wan’s side.

Beside him, Captain Rex stood silently, his presence a solid, comforting constant. Rex, who had become more than just a fellow soldier over the years, was the only one to whom Cody had ever revealed the depth of his feelings for Obi-Wan. He was his confidant, his most trusted ally, his 'favorite little brother' in a sea of brothers – though Cody would never openly admit it.

As they disembarked, Cody’s steps were brisk, his focus singular. Rex matched his pace, a silent guardian keeping stride with the storm of worry and anticipation brewing within Cody. The corridors of the Negotiator, usually a hive of activity, seemed unusually quiet, as if the ship itself was holding its breath, sharing in Cody’s anxiety.

Rex broke the silence, his voice low and steady. "He's strong, Cody. You know that better than anyone. He'll pull through this."

Cody nodded, his helmet tucked under his arm, revealing the taut lines of concern etched on his face. "I know, Rex. I just need to see him, to be there with him." His voice was a mix of determination and vulnerability, a rare glimpse into the depth of his emotions.

They continued in silence, passing crew members who offered salutes and respectful nods. Cody acknowledged them absently, his mind consumed with thoughts of Obi-Wan. Memories of their shared moments – quiet conversations, shared glances, the warmth of Obi-Wan’s smile – flooded his mind, each a poignant reminder of what he stood to lose.

Upon reaching the medical bay, Cody paused outside the door, collecting himself. This was where he left the Commander outside and stepped in as the man who loved Obi-Wan Kenobi. Taking a deep breath, he stepped inside, with Rex following a step behind, a silent pillar of support.

The medical bay was a stark contrast to the chaos of the battlefield, its white walls and the soft hum of medical equipment creating an atmosphere of clinical calm. Bones, the medical droid, was attending to Obi-Wan, who lay on a bed, his features drawn in pain but stable.

Cody’s eyes softened as he approached, the sight of Obi-Wan stirring a tumult of relief and concern within him. He reached out, gently taking Obi-Wan’s hand, the touch a silent testament to the bond they shared.

"Hey, you," Cody murmured, a tender smile touching his lips. "You had us worried there for a moment."

Obi-Wan’s eyes fluttered open, meeting Cody’s gaze. "Had to keep you on your toes, Commander," he replied, his voice weak but imbued with warmth.

Rex, standing a respectful distance away, watched the exchange with a sense of brotherly pride. He understood the magnitude of what Cody and Obi-Wan shared, a bond that transcended rank and the chaos of war. It was a love that had flourished against all odds, a testament to the strength of their characters.

Cody’s gaze lingered on Obi-Wan, his thumb gently stroking the back of Obi-Wan’s hand. "You need to rest, General. We'll handle things out here."

Obi-Wan gave a faint nod, his eyes conveying his trust and gratitude. "I know you will, Cody. I have always known."

As Cody sat beside Obi-Wan, watching over him, Rex quietly excused himself, leaving the two in their private sanctuary. He stepped out of the medical bay, a sense of peace settling over him. Cody and Obi-Wan had each other, and that was enough. In a galaxy torn apart by war, their love was a rare beacon of hope, a reminder that even in the darkest of times, the human spirit could find connection and solace in another’s heart.

And as Rex walked back through the corridors of the Negotiator, he carried with him the knowledge that he had played a part in protecting that beacon, by being there for his brother, for Cody, when he needed it the most.

**** 

In the quietude of the medical bay, time seemed to slow, its passage marked only by the soft beeping of the monitors and the gentle whir of medical equipment. The room, bathed in a soft, ambient light, was a stark contrast to the chaotic tapestry of war outside its walls. Here, amidst the sterility and precision of medical technology, a different kind of battle was being fought - a battle for recovery, for healing.

Commander Cody sat beside Obi-Wan Kenobi's bed, his posture rigid, a silent sentinel keeping watch. His armor had been removed, leaving him in his basic fatigues, a rare sight that underscored the gravity of the situation. His eyes, usually so sharp and alert, now held a softness, a depth of emotion seldom seen by anyone but Obi-Wan.

Obi-Wan, lying on the bed, appeared smaller somehow, the lines of pain and exhaustion etched into his features softening in sleep. The usual air of calm command that he carried like a mantle was replaced by a vulnerability that was heartbreakingly human. His breathing was steady, a reassuring rhythm in the stillness of the room.

Cody watched him, his gaze lingering on the rise and fall of Obi-Wan's chest, each breath a silent reassurance. In these quiet moments, away from the prying eyes of the galaxy, he allowed the façade of the unflappable commander to fall away, revealing the man beneath – a man deeply in love, fiercely protective, and achingly worried.

He reached out tentatively, his hand hovering over Obi-Wan's before gently settling atop it. The contact was a lifeline, a tangible connection that bridged the silence of the room. "You always have to be the hero, don't you?" Cody whispered, a faint smile touching his lips, a mix of fond exasperation and deep affection coloring his words.

Obi-Wan stirred at the sound of Cody's voice, a faint smile mirroring Cody's own. His eyes fluttered open, meeting Cody's gaze with a clarity that spoke of his resilience. "Comes with the job, I suppose," he replied, his voice soft but steady.

Cody's smile widened, a genuine expression that reached his eyes. "Well, this time, let someone else be the hero. You need to rest, Obi-Wan."

Obi-Wan's hand shifted, fingers curling slightly to grip Cody's. "You're doing a fine job at it," he murmured, the gentle tease a testament to the ease and comfort they found in each other's presence.

As they sat in silence, the room around them felt like a bubble, a sanctuary amidst the turmoil of the galaxy. In the medical bay, they were not General and Commander; they were simply Obi-Wan and Cody, two souls intertwined by a bond that had weathered countless storms.

The tenderness of their interaction, the soft exchange of smiles and quiet words, was a stark contrast to their battlefield personas. Here, there were no blasters, no lightsabers, no commands to issue or strategies to devise. There was only the shared understanding, the mutual care that had grown and deepened over time, becoming something profound and unshakeable.

As Cody continued his vigil, watching over Obi-Wan as he drifted back into sleep, he felt a sense of peace settle over him. In the med bay, with the soft hum of machines and the gentle rhythm of Obi-Wan's breathing, the war seemed a distant echo. Here, in this moment, they had found an oasis of calm, a reminder that amidst the chaos of the galaxy, they had each other, a connection that was their anchor, their solace, their home.

As the steady rhythm of the Negotiator’s heartbeats echoed through its corridors, the medical bay remained a cocoon of tranquility, insulated from the turmoil of the outside world. Inside this sanctuary, the passage of time seemed to take on a different quality, each moment stretching out, filled with a quiet intensity.

Commander Cody, sitting vigilantly by Obi-Wan Kenobi's bedside, was lost in a reverie, his thoughts a tangle of memories and hopes. The soft hum of medical equipment provided a continuous backdrop to his reflections, a reminder of the fragility of the moment. He watched Obi-Wan, his eyes tracing the familiar lines of the Jedi's face, each one a testament to the battles fought and burdens carried.

In the dim light of the bay, Obi-Wan's features were softened, the usual sharpness tempered by sleep and vulnerability. His chest rose and fell with a rhythmic slowness, a visual lullaby that held Cody in a gentle thrall. The sight stirred a deep well of emotions within him – a mix of fear, admiration, and an overwhelming sense of affection.

It was in this quiet tableau that Obi-Wan stirred, the subtle shift breaking the stillness. His hand, resting beside him, moved with an unconscious intent, reaching out. It was a small gesture, but in the silence of the room, it was as significant as a shout.

Cody's attention snapped to the movement, his body instinctively leaning forward. He watched, breath held, as Obi-Wan's hand hovered in the air, an unspoken plea. In his semi-conscious state, it was as if Obi-Wan was seeking something, or someone, to anchor him to the present.

Cody, understanding the unvoiced need, reached out and gently clasped Obi-Wan's hand, offering both physical support and an emotional connection. He watched as a faint smile touched Obi-Wan's lips, a sign that even in his weakened state, he recognized Cody's presence.

Moved by the moment, Cody leaned in closer, his movements deliberate yet filled with a tenderness that was at odds with his usual composure. He brought his face close to Obi-Wan's, their foreheads nearly touching. Then, in a gesture that was as natural as it was profound, he gently nuzzled against Obi-Wan, a tactile expression of love and reassurance.

The nuzzle, a simple act in itself, carried the weight of their shared history, of battles fought side by side, of quiet moments stolen amidst chaos. It was a testament to their bond, a connection that had grown and deepened in the crucible of war, transcending the roles they played in the galaxy.

Obi-Wan, responding even in his semi-conscious state, leaned into the touch, a soft sigh escaping his lips. It was a sound of contentment, of trust, a subtle acknowledgment of the comfort Cody's presence brought him.

Cody held the position for a moment longer, savoring the closeness, the rare opportunity to express his feelings without the constraints of duty and rank. In the med bay, with its sterile walls and life-saving machines, they were not General and Commander; they were just two souls, bound by an unspoken love that had become their refuge, their strength.

As he straightened, Cody's gaze lingered on Obi-Wan, a mix of worry and affection etched on his face. He squeezed Obi-Wan's hand gently before settling back into his chair, his vigil resumed. The room fell back into silence, a sacred space where the lines between protector and protected blurred, where the heart spoke louder than words, and where love, in its purest form, was the greatest healer of all.

I'd love to hear your thoughts, theories, and feelings about the story. Don't forget to like, reblog, and share your comments. Your engagement means the world to me!

May the Force be with you, always. 💫

[wheniscriticalrole]

There are no more Campaign 3 episodes this year.

Today's stream will be of the Daggerheart Critmas Live Show recorded on December 7th.

Updated Estimated dates for the following:

Campaign 3 Episode 118, Poscast

UNEND, Ep 11 (Midst YouTube)

UNEND, Ep 11 (Podcast)

UNEND, Ep 13 (Beacon)

Narrative Telephone, S4 Ep 4

Added fields for the following:

[Unknown Campaign 3 Wrap Up Show]

Midst: Tales From the Cosmos

When is Critical Role?

[valorxdrive]

❝ i’ve seen this power in the wrong hands. it corrupts, consumes, lays waste to civilizations. ❞ / from @vv1sh ! <3

As the misty wisps of fallen Heartless fade harmless into the ether, there's a pause as the shimmering key in hand is drawn back, carried in a lax posture as it's settled over his shoulders. A familiar song and dance found itself performed flawlessly, the wielder of the Keyblade devouring one more trace of calamity through his abilities. An unexpected ally had also seemed to be thrown in the midst of this altercation!

That said. What he hadn't anticipated was a sharper look being cast to him, a look that reflects knowledge upon the divine instrument within his hand. In truth? Sora couldn't be too surprised due to the sheer amount of light that practically radiates deep within. Those who held mastery over the realm of Heart could see a touch of the beyond, could feel it as if the sense was invisible yet ever present.

Once upon a time this would've led to a touch of apprehension. Measures about the World Order, how the king of Atlantis once drew a dangerous line about the reality of the power he holds. "I've heard about this once before.." Sora admits, giving the earlier situation no further attention. Just how long has it been since he's found those outside of his circle privy to this? Their cosmos truly did have countless surprises lying in wait.

Thankfully, it's one of the rare cases he doesn't need to mask any truths. This guy look as if they've seen beyond the borders.

"And I can't say I know the entire history behind it. What others have done, everything it can do. I can at least confirm one thing." Sora responds as his hand drifts over the golden guard. Even now, a peaceful song seems to radiate with its shimmer. Between key and wielder, it seems as trials tempered their resolve. "Those horrid tales are something I intend to stop. Power may of given those cruel chances life, but I believe that falls on the person guiding them."

@vv1sh

[darkparablesthorst]

hihi what a surprise that i am here to request some DP Snow White x reader!! i have never requested drabbles before dies

some fluff with getting shown around the snowfall kingdom maybe? idk im down bad for anything with snow in it pls and thank you

SURE THING LOVE!

Snow Queen x Reader

Word count: 546

The letters could never have captured the beauty of the Snow Kingdom in person.

Arm in arm with the queen of the castle herself, she took leave of her duties and led you to the places you discussed in her letters. You walked across the vast halls of the ballroom alight with glinting chandeliers and marbled floors, where your friendship began after a common acquaintance’s introduction. She led you to her secret place among piles of books and astrolabes, a little nook hidden in the midst of towering bookshelves shooting up to the cosmos painted in the ceiling. Though the breeze chilled your cheeks, the oolong tea you shared over pastries warmed you in the comfort of the gazebo cradled by an alcove of fully bloomed blue wisterias, enjoying an excellent view of the prairie garden bursting with delphiniums, white roses, clematises, chrysanthemums, and lavender.

“It’s a joy to meet you again, Your Majesty. I regret not arriving earlier and setting aside time to enjoy your castle’s surroundings all those months ago,” you said after taking a sip of tea.  

“The pleasure is all mine,” she replied with a serene smile, but the sparkle in her eye revealed the sincerity of her words. “To have you travel all this way to visit me… I am truly grateful. It must not have been an easy journey with the distance between our kingdoms.”

“I travel often, so it was no burden at all,” you consoled. A bold-faced lie, the second part, at least. In the sixth month of your correspondence with Snow, she wrote about the beauty of the wisterias in full bloom this time of the year and expressed her wish to have you see it. After sending off the messenger with your reply, you re-arranged your schedule for the following month to prepare for your journey to the Snow Kingdom, and arrived in front of its gates a week into the second month. 

“Indeed, you have. The tales of your travels around the world were enchanting. It would do the world a favor to catch a glimpse of it,” she teased. 

“I’m flattered, but my hands are better suited to a paint brush than to a pen.” You tried to hide your embarrassment behind the teacup, and Snow’s gaze softened.

“That I cannot deny. The sketches you sent alongside your letters breathed so much life into your conversations.” She set her cup down in her lap. “In all honesty, as proud as I am of my castle and my kingdom, I fear that it may not offer the kind of excitement you’d find in your travels.”

“Nonsense! It’s quite the opposite, actually. Since first stepping foot into your castle, I dare say that it has already found a special place in my heart,” you remark with a big grin.

A light chuckle escaped her lips, and the sound made you still, causing warmth to bloom in your chest from something other than the sip of sweetened tea.

“I am proud to hear it. And I am more than happy to foster that affection for your entire stay.”

You dropped your gaze to your lap, hiding a smile. With the way your heart quickened its pace, you believe that Snow was already making good on that promise.

[filmdiagnostic]

My Sailor My Love★★★★

"My Sailor, My Love" follows a familiar path of love and companionship, with the screenwriters, Jimmy Karlsson and Krisi Vikman, adhering to well-established narrative structures. Yet, what sets this film apart is the subtle and nuanced approach taken by the writers to explore the profound human story at its core. Ultimately, the movie is not just a love story; it delves into themes of forgiveness, companionship, and family. With emotional sophistication and depth, it unfolds as a quietly powerful feature.

Cosmo and Brennan deliver remarkable performances, displaying a genuine and tender connection that suggests years of familiarity, despite only spending a week together before filming. Their natural chemistry taps into the heart-wrenching drama that envelops them, conveying the love and pain experienced by each character. The film traverses somber territories, often from unexpected sources, and effectively captures the audience's emotions. It also includes moments of humor, which further highlight the humanity behind the dramatic narrative.

The cinematography of "My Sailor, My Love" is as breathtaking as the cast's performances. Shot on the stunning Irish island of Achill, the rugged and isolated landscape serves as a visual extension of Howard's character. It provides the perfect backdrop for the intimate story that unfolds within its midst. Although the pacing encounters a few bumps in the third act, Härö successfully presents a deeply moving tale of love and family.

In summary, "My Sailor, My Love" is a poignant film that explores the complexities of love and companionship. James Cosmo and Brid Brennan deliver exceptional performances, evoking a genuine and heartfelt connection. Supported by breathtaking cinematography, the film presents a touching and emotional narrative set against the backdrop of a beautiful Irish island. While it encounters some pacing issues, Klaus Härö effectively tells a story that delves into the depths of family and love, leaving a lasting impact on its audience.

[dashodist]

⛲️ ׄ 𝅄 || ─── 체리 안개 𓇻 ׄ ִ↺ in the softly whispered, draped in a gown as pale as the moon’s light, i find myself caught in a dreams and delicate distress. my heart, a captive of the shimmering o’ ethereal glows, beats with the silent hymns of a forgotten lullaby.

━━╋ 흰 봉투가 놓인다 𓈒  ✿⃘  ⿻ in the silvery shimmer of a dreamlike cosmos, here i lie, cocooned under the caress of cerulean whispers. the stars, those twinkling artisans of the night, weave their tales across the velvet sky, as i surrender to the lullaby of the universe.

♟ ⿻ ❛ 천상의 천사 ּ % she stands as a figure drawn from the pages of a bard’s forgotten poem, a creature of beauty and mystery, her eyes reflecting the myriad wonders of a world bathed in ethereal. flowers, wild and untamed, their petals carrying the scent of mystic gardens.

Joy’s snippet.

𝆬❏ྀི 달의 노래’ 𝅦 천사에 의해♥︎̼ ּ 𝄞 ⨾ 완전한 ּ ✿ ₊ ꒱ my soul sings along, a joyful accompaniment to the celestial melody that fills the air. i am alive, truly alive, in this moment of sublime harmony, where symphony meets magic under the watchful eyes of the universe.

.. 𑁍 ( 엔젤, 넘어졌다) .. 🪴 in this quiet corner, swathed in a robe of ethereal silk, I recline amidst the dreamlike drapery of gentle whites and soft greens, a mirage in the midst of a lush, whispering garden. the world around me breathes a quiet symphony of tranquil beauty.

๑ ׄ 🌿 ּ 🌸 ֢ ❛ 여보 영감✿ 𐝃𐝃 as i lay back, my thoughts weave through the labyrinth of my mind, drawing threads from the silken clouds above to the soft earth beneath. my eyes, reflecting the vast palette of the universe, catch the delicate dance of light as it filters.

⊹ 𓈒 ۫ ﹙𝗴𝖺𝗋𝕕𝖾𝗇﹚ ۪ ֹ ਏਓ ︪in the mosaic of twilight, where shadows gently pirouette with the last vestiges of daylight, i find myself ensconced in a realm of wistful reverie. stood beneath a cerulean canopy, the air thick with the whispers of ancient trees.◞︵⃨︵⃨🌸

[wyrmfedgrave]

Pics: Some Lovecraftian aliens & a few designs that should grace the faces of playing cards or tarot decks...

Addendum: Short Takes.

1. Howard, contemplating being an adult,

"I (felt) I was too old for pleasure... Time had set its... claw upon me & I was 17... So, I was obliged to turn over my world, in sorrow, to another... younger boy who lived across the lot from me..."

"Since that time, I have not delved in the earth nor laid out paths (or) roads. The fleeting joys of childhood may (not) be recaptured."

"Adulthood is Hell."

2. In response, (to the painful events he suffered,) HPL sought out a... stabilizing element in his (life).

Lovecraft found that anchor... in a place, (his hometown of) Providence,

"To all intents & purposes, I am... isolated from mankind. (I) dwell alone in the midst of crowds... People... matter (only) as (parts) of the general landscape..."

"My life lies not... among people, but among scenes. My... affections are... topographical & architectural."

"It is New England I must have... Providence is part of me."

This idea filtered into the background of Howard's stories, as he set many of his tales in a haunted region of north- east America.

3. The only element that HPL had no sympathy for - was the human spirit.

Or, as he described it,

"Without interest there can be no art... I can not acquire the needed myopia which magnifies the Earth & ignores the background."

Or,

"I do not write about 'ordinary people' because I am not... interested in them."

And,

"All of my tales are based on the... premise that... human laws, interests & emotions have no... significance (to) the vast cosmos at large."

4. Joyce Carol Oates described HPL's 'situation' with,

"Is (his) life (the) tragedy of a stunted, broken off personality, severely traumatized in childhood..."

"Or, is there a poignant triumph... in the way (this) aggrieved... child refashion(ed) himself, thru countless... sessions of writing, into a purely cerebral being?"

End.

[sciencestyled]

Samson and the Starry Skedaddle: How a Biblical Strongman Found His Stellar Calling

In the not-so-distant past, before the age of telescopes and space probes, I, Samson, renowned for my extraordinary strength and flowing locks, found myself entangled in a rather bizarre, celestial escapade. You see, it all started on a seemingly ordinary day, with the sun hanging lazily in the sky and my trusty donkey by my side.

I was in the midst of my usual routine, flexing my muscles and pondering over the mysteries of life, when a group of eccentric astrologers from a faraway land approached me. They were on a quest, they said, to uncover the secrets of the stars, but were sorely lacking in muscle. Naturally, they had heard of my legendary strength and sought my help in constructing the largest, most magnificent observatory the world had ever seen.

Intrigued and always up for a challenge, I agreed. We embarked on this astronomical adventure, collecting massive stones and towering timbers from the ends of the earth. Under my guidance and brute strength, we erected a colossal observatory, its towering walls scraping the heavens.

One clear, starry night, as I gazed through the enormous lens, a remarkable sight caught my eye. A star, which had been a constant twinkle in the night for as long as I remembered, began to swell and pulsate. Mesmerized, I watched as it expanded, its light intensifying to a blinding brilliance. And then, with a burst of light that lit up the night sky, it exploded in a magnificent display of cosmic fireworks – a supernova, the astrologers exclaimed in awe.

This celestial spectacle ignited a burning curiosity within me. How could a star, so steadfast and unchanging, transform into such a spectacular, fiery display? The astrologers, with their scrolls and star charts, tried to explain, but their words were as foreign to me as the distant stars themselves.

Determined to unravel this mystery, I embarked on a quest of my own. With my donkey as my steadfast companion, I traveled far and wide, consulting wise men and ancient scrolls. I learned of the stars' lifecycles, their fiery births in the nebulae, their steady glow as they fuse hydrogen into helium, and their dramatic demise in a supernova – an explosive end that scatters the seeds of new stars across the galaxy.

As I delved deeper into this cosmic saga, I found parallels between the lives of stars and my own tumultuous journey. Just like these celestial beings, I too had my moments of brilliance and downfall. My strength, once the source of my pride, had been my undoing, much like a star that burns too brightly and too fast, only to meet a spectacular end.

But the most profound revelation came when I learned that the elements that make up our very being – the iron in our blood, the calcium in our bones – were forged in the heart of exploding stars. I was, in essence, made of stardust. This realization filled me with a newfound respect for the stars and a deep sense of connection to the cosmos.

Emboldened by this knowledge, I decided to pen down my thoughts and observations. I wanted to share the awe and wonder I had experienced, to bridge the gap between the heavens and the earth. Thus, "When Stars Collapse: Samson’s Explosive Overview of Supernovas" was born – a tale of cosmic strength and power, from a man who had known strength and power all too well.

So, there you have it – the peculiar and unexpected path that led a biblical strongman to become an unlikely chronicler of the heavens. A journey that taught me that even in the vast, mysterious night sky, there are stories of resilience and strength echoing through the ages, much like my own.

[midstpodcast]

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[jays-rus]

Dreamweavers

Summary: In Somnium, dreams connect to a parallel universe. As people explore, reality blurs, causing chaos. Dr. Monroe leads the Dreamwalkers. Alex and Maya's love story unfolds. The town's fate hangs on accepting or rejecting the merging of dreams and reality in "Dreamweavers."

Did a writing prompt so hope it catches your attention.

In the quiet town of Somnium, where the nights were peaceful and dreams held a special significance, something extraordinary was about to unfold. It all began when a brilliant astrophysicist named Dr. Elara Monroe stumbled upon a mysterious anomaly in the fabric of the universe.

Dr. Monroe had dedicated her life to unraveling the mysteries of the cosmos, and her latest discovery was nothing short of groundbreaking. Through her meticulous research and experiments, she found a connection between the human mind and a parallel universe accessible through dreams.

The news spread like wildfire, capturing the imagination of the entire town. People started to experience vivid dreams that felt more real than reality itself. Whispers of a place beyond the veil of sleep intrigued and excited the residents of Somnium.

As more and more individuals delved into the dreamworld, the lines between reality and dreams began to blur. It wasn't long before people started encountering each other in their shared dreamscape. Somnium transformed into a realm where anything was possible, and the only limitation was the imagination of its dreamers.

However, with the newfound power came unforeseen consequences. Emotions, experiences, and conflicts from the dreamworld started seeping into the waking lives of the dreamers. Relationships became complex webs of intertwined dreams and realities. Joyous dreams could elevate the spirits during the day, but nightmares left scars that lingered long after waking.

In Somnium, a clandestine group emerged, known as the Dreamwalkers. Led by Dr. Monroe herself, they sought to explore the parallel universe systematically and understand its impact on the town's inhabitants. They discovered that the dreamworld was not a passive reflection of the waking world; it had its own rules, its own inhabitants, and its own challenges.

Dreamwalkers faced trials that tested the boundaries of their courage and sanity. Nightmares took on tangible forms, and the dreamworld morphed into surreal landscapes that mirrored the fears and desires of those who traversed its depths. The Dreamwalkers became both heroes and explorers, navigating the uncharted territories of the mind.

As the phenomenon gained attention beyond Somnium, the world became fascinated by the possibilities that dreams held. Scientists, philosophers, and artists converged on the town, hoping to understand and harness the power of the dreamworld.

However, not everyone embraced the merging of dreams and reality. Skeptics feared the potential dangers and ethical implications of tampering with the fabric of existence. Governments struggled to regulate and control the access to the parallel universe, leading to debates and conflicts on a global scale.

In the midst of chaos, a love story unfolded. Alex and Maya, two dreamers who shared a powerful connection in the dreamworld, faced the challenges of balancing their love amid the chaos that surrounded them. Their story became a symbol of hope and resilience in a world where dreams and reality danced in a delicate embrace.

As the town of Somnium continued to evolve, Dr. Monroe and the Dreamwalkers worked tirelessly to unlock the secrets of the dreamworld. Their journey took them to the furthest reaches of the mind, where they discovered ancient mysteries and unforeseen dangers.

Ultimately, the fate of Somnium rested on the choices made by its inhabitants. Would they embrace the merging of dreams and reality, or would they retreat to the safety of a world where the lines between the two remained distinct?

The story of Somnium became a legend, whispered through the corridors of time. A tale of dreams and reality, woven together in a tapestry of human experience that transcended the boundaries of the known universe.

[cosmicwhimsyexplorations]

Title: "Journey Through Conversations: From Christmas Miracles to Cosmic Wonders 🌟🌌"

In the midst of the holiday hustle, a chat unfolded, weaving tales of Christmas miracles and cosmic contemplations. From a police force with zero emergencies to the prospect of a decentralized messiah, the narrative took an unexpected turn.

The storyline expanded to embrace the concept of immortality on Xmas Eve, invoking a biblical verse to ponder the timeless essence of the season. The words echoed, reminding us that the gift of eternal life transcends earthly bounds.

But then, a cosmic twist entered the discourse – Elon Musk and the allure of space. Anomaly and space aliens danced in the conversation, guided by the wisdom of Mark 10:27, emphasizing the boundless possibilities that lie within the cosmos.

As the dialogue unfolded, a delicate balance emerged, seamlessly merging festive cheer, biblical verses, and the tantalizing allure of the unknown. The characters – Maria, Andrew, Will Voce, Elon Musk – became conduits for a narrative that transcended the ordinary.

This Tumblr essay encapsulates the beauty of diverse threads converging into a tapestry of ideas. From earthly miracles to extraterrestrial musings, it's a testament to the richness of conversation and the infinite possibilities that surface when minds connect.

Beyond thanks, a journey through words – a cosmic dance of ideas that sparks the imagination. Here's to the magic of conversations and the uncharted territories they lead us to. 🌌📜 #ConversationsUnfold #TumblrEssayMagic

[gal4thea]

Coffee Chronicle.

𝐼n the symphony of silent whispers, my pen orchestrated tales amidst the fragrance of brewed dreams, an alchemy of ink and parchment within the sanctuary of a coffee-scented haven. With each sip, the essence of coffee blended seamlessly with contemplation, my musings adorning the pages like ethereal brushstrokes.

As a heralded wordsmith in the alleys of San Francisco, my ink-stained quill bore witness to the unveiling of stories that echoed through the city's hills.

Yet, in the midst of this aromatic symphony, a presence, graceful and enigmatic, graced the solitude of my creative cocoon.

"May I join you?" she whispered, a breeze of curiosity softly caressing my senses.

I nodded, graciously welcoming her to the vacant tableau across mine. Her eyes, like lanterns, traced the contours of my narratives scattered like constellations on the parchment. "Your prose, it enchants," she murmured, delicately pointing to a particularly cherished piece.

"Marylen Betty is my name, and within the labyrinthine corridors of PopTeenagers Magazine, we seek souls to weave into our tales."

As she handed me a card adorned with her name, 'Marylen Betty, Editing Division SPV, PopTeenagers Magazine,' the weight of her title carried an air of mystery and revelation.

"Have you ever contemplated joining our sacred fellowship?" Betty inquired, her enthusiasm akin to a whispered secret.

My heart, aflutter with recognition, witnessed the unfolding of an unforeseen portal. "I am enticed. How might I traverse this ethereal realm?" I queried, surrendering to the allure of destiny.

Betty unraveled the process, inviting the submission of my whispered chronicles on parchment. Together, we embarked on a journey into the dreamscape of PopTeenagers Magazine, where vision and passion converged like celestial bodies aligning.

As the interlude waned, I found myself in silent contemplation, immersed in the quietude of the cafe. From this tranquil corner, a poetic pilgrimage unfolded — a business card clasped in hand, not merely a token but a key to the clandestine realms of PopTeenagers Magazine. The allure of Manhattan Project, a beacon in the creative cosmos, became the celestial tapestry that beckoned my quill to dance upon the pages of a new chapter.

And now, in this realm where ink dances upon pages and dreams take flight, I find myself surrounded by the illustrious souls of PopTeenagers Magazine. A collective of exceptional individuals, each possessing an enchanting charisma that breathes life into the tales we weave. Allow me to unveil this tapestry of brilliance, where every thread contributes to the vibrant mosaic of our shared creativity!

At first, there was Kala, my first friend. When we signed up for PopTeenagers, Kala picked editing, and he got into the team. But guess what? I'm in the writing team! Kala really likes fixing things in editing. Fun fact: he has two younger siblings, and I have two older sisters. Even though we're in different groups, we're both having a blast at PopTeenagers!

Next in our constellation is Praditya. Fresh from a performance in Japan, he graces our publishing division. A snippet about him – he found solace in PopTeenagers after feeling a bit uneasy in his previous workplace. Since joining us, Praditya has found a true sense of belonging and comfort in our creative haven.

Now, let me introduce Denallie, our editing maestro. Nestled in the editing division, she has an insatiable appetite for learning more about the craft! She even invited me to edit together – can't wait to dive into the editing adventure with her!

And then, there's Coraline from the publishing division. She's the epitome of cool, always diligent and quick! Coraline has this incredible knack for inspiring me through everything she does.

Next up, we have Shane from the publishing team. Shane is just adorable! A true embodiment of a cute little sister – funny, shy, super supportive, and just incredibly sweet!

Also, there's Shavawn, the most adorable soul in the same division as mine, the writing team! Shavawn is a hard worker, friendly, irresistibly cute, and a bit mischievous. I absolutely love chatting with her, especially considering we're from the same division!

Moving on, there's Cath from the editing division! Initially eyeing the publishing team, she got noticed by the supervisor for her amazing editing skills, so she landed in editing. I must say, her edits are truly impressive, and I'm not the only one who thinks so!

Next in line, we have Marion from the editing team. Describing him as hardworking is an understatement – he tackles everything with unwavering dedication! Even when unwell, Marion doesn't hold back and continues to work tirelessly.

Continuing our lineup is Nadelline, the adorable kiddo from the publishing division who loves going out and treating herself! Just the other day, she offered me some takoyaki and jokingly said she'd send it to my house by plane – such a delightful character!

Continuing the introductions, there's Shea from the editing team. She's the epitome of a caring elder sister – warm, skilled in her field, and always ready with a joke! Talking with her feels like a cozy embrace, where comfort and laughter intertwine.

Now, let's meet Faiz from the same division as mine. Faiz is incredibly friendly and one of those super active individuals, always participating in various activities. His energy seems limitless, like a battery that never runs out!

Still in the writing division, we have Altares, the playful mischief-maker! He's a bundle of joy, fun, and pranks, but don't let that fool you – Altares is also a hard worker. Spending a day with him guarantees endless excitement and laughter!

Now, let's shine the spotlight on Haresa, the editing maestro with a 'work, work, work!' battle cry. A cool older brother, he's the dynamo that keeps the editing division buzzing. If productivity were an art form, Haresa would be the maestro, orchestrating the hustle at PopTeen with a touch of flair!

And last but certainly not least on our list is Amoura, also from the same division as me. She's the epitome of elegance, a true beauty who creates work as stunning as her appearance. Amoura brings a touch of royal grace to our team, turning every project into a visual masterpiece!

As the chapters of our PopTeenagers saga unfold, each member becomes a vibrant stroke in the canvas of creativity. With diverse personalities, talents, and shared passions, our collective journey transcends mere work; it's a symphony of friendship, laughter, and the pursuit of artistic excellence. United in our love for storytelling, we eagerly await the unwritten tales that will emerge from the collaboration of this eclectic and spirited team at PopTeenagers Magazine.