#my stalwart beloved

[moonstonecanyon]

(07/19/2024.)

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[milesmentis]

Old Man Daren fully realized at long last!!!!

[sakebytheriver]

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[tyrantisterror]

When I was 3 years old I went to a preschool that had this little green crocheted crocodile finger puppet that was my absolute favorite toy to play with of all time. I named her Chelsea, because Chelsea starts with C and crocodile starts with C and more often than not wild animals in fiction aimed at kids have names that start with the same first letter as their species. I played with Chelsea every day, because she was my favorite toy, and because the other kids weren't really interested in her, and also because I eventually started to hide her in a special secret spot in the room so no one else would find her before I did. She was so beloved by me that when I graduated from preschool, my teachers gave Chelsea to me permanently, because it was clear no one else would ever love that little crochet crocodile as much as me anyway (in part because I hid her). They waited a few weeks after I graduated before doing it, too, and sent Chelsea with some post cards as if the crocodile had been on a whirlwind "travel the world" vacation before deciding to come live with me.

And Chelsea remained my favorite toy all through my childhood. There were others I loved nearly as much, like my Imperial Godzilla and the big red T.rex from the first Jurassic Park toy line and my tiny knockoff plush Charmander, but Chelsea always held the place of honor in my heart. She was my absolute favorite toy.

I kept a lot of my favorite toys through adolescence, even if social pressure eventually got me to give away a lot of them (and some, y'know, broke). That's obviously not surprising to you if you've followed my blog, since I still collect toys into my adulthood. But it's important to note because while I know I made a conscious effort to never throw out Chelsea every time I pared down my collection... at some point, she went missing.

I became aware of it when I graduated from high school. I was feeling really emotional about leaving that stage of my life and, y'know, becoming an adult and shit, and in that state I decided to find Chelsea to reassure myself that I hadn't entirely left childhood behind. But Chelsea wasn't there. No matter how hard I looked, I could not find Chelsea anyway.

And that was, like, devastating, because the only explanation was that somehow, at some point, I had accidentally tossed her out with some other "childhood junk" while trying to grow up and be responsible in my teen years. I had literally thrown away my childhood in a careless attempt to be more grown up.

Of course I knew she was just a toy - nothing more than some yarn twisted together in the loose shape of a crocodile, lifeless and soul-less and more or less worthless in the objective light of day. But she was also Chelsea, my best friend since i was three, my stalwart little pal, a source of comfort for most of my life at that point, and I had just... tossed her out! Like garbage! What kind of person was I becoming if I could do that to my best friend?

I was very visibly distraught, and my mom noticed. Being very crafty, she tried to find the pattern for Chelsea so she could knit me a new one. The problem is, she had no idea where to find said pattern. She checked all her books of crochet patterns, and when that failed she tried the internet, but no matter how hard she looked, she found nothing.

So my mom found the next best thing.

The original Chelsea was a tiny finger puppet, and I had "met" her when I was three. Well, I was eighteen now - shouldn't Chelsea have grown too? And as has been established, this crocodile was fond of whirlwind vacations. My mom found a pattern that looked as much like Chelsea as possible while also being a much bigger crocodile, and gifted her to me before I left for college - to show that while we can't stop the flow of time or how it changes us, that doesn't mean we have to leave it behind.

And yeah, I decided to believe it. That's Chelsea now. Yeah, I know that in reality it's a completely different set of yarn made by my mom rather than... whoever it was that crocheted the original Chelsea, but then, Chelsea was never really the yarn. She was the feelings I put into the yarn, you know? So that's Chelsea, all grown up, and still my most prized toy.

...

Flash forward... Jesus, eighteen years, holy shit. A few weeks ago I saw a post trying to identify a different crochet crocodile pattern, and thinking it was cute, I decided to try and look for it on ebay and etsy, just to see if maybe I could find it. I didn't, but do you know what I found instead?

A very familiar crochet crocodile finger puppet. An intensely familiar one, you might say. Of course I bought it. And of course I asked the seller if, perhaps, they might have the pattern for it or know where it came from (they did not, alas). And after a few days, she showed up at my house.

She's not Chelsea, obviously. For one thing, she's far too clean and fresh looking - Chelsea was very well loved, and looked the part, while this crocodile finger puppet has definitely not endured years upon years of a child's affection. And, more importantly, she's not Chelsea because we've already established that Chelsea grew up into a bigger crochet crocodile. This has to be Chelsea's younger sister, Cici.

And if I could find another of Chelsea's kind after all these years, then maybe, with a bit of luck, I might find the pattern for her, and be able to make more of them. Fill the world with Chelseas.

[sordidmusings]

Thirsty Thursday with Mihawk - The Hat Stays ON

Art by koitosoup

A/N: This is very indulgent because I needed desperate and needy Mihawk to exist and this prompt tumbled right on into that to sate me 🤡 (at the airport hoping no one is looking over my shoulder rn too LOL)

Word Count: ~2.5k

Warnings: afab!reader, NSFW, p in v, forceful undertones towards beginning, desk sex, creampie, begging, praise, lots of the pet name "love", Mihawk is like super needy he moans "please" dude, he's also very in love, and trying sUPER hard not to finish first by the end 💀, stress relief before Cross Guild meeting, brief moment shit-talking the other two lol turns real sweet at the end cuz I couldn’t help myself

Please enjoy this man being as close to a mess as I think I can convincingly get him ╰(▔∀▔)╯

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Mihawk is usually the type of man to fully take his time enjoying every inch of you.

Usually.

“I know, love, I know,” his voice is full of panting desperation, worn to a fluster by his pressing need and his frantic firm thrusts into you. “I’ll make it up to you later, I just -nnhah- just gotta fuck you now -nnnhg fuck- don’t wanna think about anything but how fucking good it feels inside you.”

When Mihawk came to your study not thirty minutes before the next Cross Guild meeting, this was the last thing you were expecting. Though, it did fly right to the top of the list when you saw the intensity of his shining gold eyes on you and the rigidness of his figure, all coiled muscle waiting to pounce and gritted teeth waiting to tear. You’d barely been able to get just his jacket over his shoulders before he was on you, speaking his need and hunger with persistent lips and hands. He was so set on getting his fill that he simply let his prized coat be dragged down his arms and thrown to the floor. Somehow, his hat survived the rush of his motions and the beloved closeness necessary for his demanding kisses.

Though they were rare, you loved the times he was like this, using you for his pleasure, clinging to you and taking you like nothing else in the world would ever suffice in sating him. You got just as much out of these times as he did, but you played it as a favor, partly for the delicious flavor it added to the dynamic to hear him apologize, beg, and thank as much as the stalwart Dracule Mihawk can and partly to earn the long and worshipful treatment he’d reward you with later. You’re not sure how he hasn’t caught onto you yet. Seeing the meticulously controlled man lose himself in his desire for you has you dripping, shown in the wet slap on each strong thrust. It was surely enough to give your abundant eagerness away.

Beyond that, you are just as ravenous for him, thighs clamped around his sides, hands gripping tightly to his tense forearms as he fucks you on your desk. You feel the jump of each muscle from their work sinking a bruising grip into your hips, manhandling them forward and back opposite the motion of his hips to fuck you just like he wants - like you’re a lifeline and if he just digs as deeply as he can into your sweet cunt as quickly as he can then he can finally breathe again.

Your heels pull him in on each quick thrust, the clench of your legs and abs for the motion helping a rhythmic pulse stroke at every inch of your walls and further firm your swollen lips and clit to absorb each delicious impact of Mihawk’s hips. The soft, sweat-damp skin of his back and sides teases your sensitive inner thighs and calves as he fucks you, his obliques dancing especially sinfully against your flesh. You loved admiring the look of his chiseled figure but absolutely nothing compared to the bliss of him using it against you.

The urge Mihawk has to collapse down over you and continuously drag you as close as possible is strong, but it is beat out by the erotic sight of watching the slap of his hips bounce your body. It lets you have a beautiful sight too; Mihawk backlit and looming over you, muscles fully displaying their strength and tone with the lack of his jacket, his curled hair and the feather on his cap swaying in time with him fucking into you. The hat still resting on his head only makes you feel smaller captured under him; he always looks impressive with it on and it makes the shadow he casts over you that much larger.

Mihawk uses an iron grip to throw one of your bare legs to hook over his shoulder. He uses his other hand to grip the inside of the other and shove it to the side, flat on your desk, trapping it down by putting his weight into his hold on your thigh. It forces your hips to turn on their side, giving him a new angle to work you open on his thick cock. The change has each forceful drag of his cock in you feel new again, recharging your nerves in their pleasant screaming. You tell him their call through whiny panting, chants of his name, and streams of “yes! like that, so good, fuck me harder, need it, need you so bad-”

There’s a firm thump and rattle of your desk as his hand plants next to your head to keep from collapsing over you. It leaves him crouching over you like a predator, but the hazy need in his eyes begging you to let him keep feeling this forever betrays the fact that he’s as deeply in your clutches as he tries to snatch you into his. The thickness of your thigh trapped between you helps keep him up as well as his other hand still pressing your leg down. His fingers that are sunk into your thigh dig deeper and tremble with his pleasure and overwhelm.

“Gods, love, you’re perfect, want to live between your thighs,” Mihawk groans, so close you can feel his panting breath cool the sweat on your face. He’s fighting his eyes to stay open, needing to see the pleasure scrunching your brow, loosening your jaw, fogging your eyes. The fluttering of his lids catches your eyes and swells your heart, shooting arousal through you from knowing he’s feeling so desperately good from fucking you. The amber of his eyes is so bright trained on you that it seems to glow through the shadows haunting his face. It makes him look all the more feral as he grips, spreads, bends, and fucks you like he wants to eat you whole. “Just -hahn- need some more from you, can you -nngaaah- do that for me, little love?”

You sob out a moan as you snap your eyes shut against the onslaught of sensation. The soreness his weight is pressing through your thigh and the tender stretch from your other leg being folded to your shoulder add more buzzing chaos to the sensations swirling their way through your body to flood your brain. The way he holds you open lets your clit take a soft impact every time he shoves his whole length into your plush pussy, giving the bud more little teases with how your body reverberates from the impact. 

“Look at me while I fuck you,” Mihawk snarls, but there’s desperation bleeding through the growl in his voice. You want to whine back at his request but you want to please him even more. You blink your eyes open and the raw need in them has Mihawk collapse just a bit more over you, feeling the want you and your pleasures ravage through his body begin to burn him alive. The brim of his hat taps lightly on your forehead from his closeness while he pants and moans to you, “Like that, love, fuck you’re so good for me.”

Meeting your gaze is a double edged sword; his arousal magnifies, his soul lights up, and his cock twitches hard but it also throws him to feeling right on the precipice of cumming and he’s not ready to stop feeling you. The siren song of the wet slapping of your hips, the slick sound of your pussy gushing around him and trying to keep him sucked as deep as he can reach, and your panting breaths carrying high moans and pleads and praises all tempt him to let the torrent of pleasure rush over him, promise him it would feel like endless blissful sin. It is all the harder to resist because he knows exactly how delicious it feels to sheathe himself from root to tip in you and pump stream after stream of hot cum into your welcoming walls while your cunt clings to him almost as tightly and desperately as his hands cling to you.

“Love, need you to cum,” Mihawk rushes out. He palms the hand on your thigh up so he can rub circles over your swollen clit. Your moans gain even more volume, filling the air in your office almost as thickly as the sweet, musky scent of sex.

“Need it, please,” he whispers breathlessly, “Need to feel you -nnnnhhah- love, love, need to feel your cunt sque-heeze me.” 

His vision begins blurring from the strain of staying right on the edge of cumming, barely holding back the powerful orgasm built from the burning in his muscles, the tingling in his fingers, the swirling in his head, and the throbbing of his cock. Giving up on trying to refocus them, he scrunches his eyes shut and lets his forehead fall down to rest on your temple, finally bumping his hat to fall onto the desk next to you. His closed eyes allow him to focus in better on all the other ways you are filling his senses, latching especially to your open mouth serenading him with needy babbling and fucked out moans.

“Can you be -ghahh- good and do that for me?” Mihawk pleads against your cheek. “Can you cum for me?”

“Y-yes, please, wanna be -mmmngh- good for you,” you whine back to him. His hips stutter at the tone and you feel his lips pull up around gritting teeth, an airy “fuck” sneaking past them.

“You are, sweetness, you are sooooo good for me,” Mihawk praises, swirling his thumb more insistently across your slick clit. The increase and pressure and perfect timing with his firm thrusts has your core tightening in threat of bursting. Your thighs had already been shaking in warning of your coming orgasm, but now the trembling is seating itself in every clench of your walls around Mihawk’s thick cock, wringing tighter and longer on each pulse. Your nerves sparkle and buzz more with each clamp down, the blazing rub of his throbbing dick and its bulging veins whiting out your mind. “Now come on, love -nngh- cum on my cock -fuuck please- let me feel you, make me cum -nnnghah- need to fuck you full.”

With a sob of his name, you finally fall over the edge. It feels as overwhelming as you had been expecting since he first stormed in and threw you over the desk. Your hands and cunt cling to him in need of a tether and in need of more; while your body is trembling with the bliss of your orgasm a tiny piece in the back of your mind is waiting for the final thing that will melt your whole body into a honey drip of heaven.

Mihawk doesn’t leave you waiting long; he is only able to feel your pussy milk him a handful of times before he can hold his end off no longer. With slurring groans of endearments and praises, he is overtaken by pleasure and can think of nothing beyond the relief of pumping you full of his cum with his twitching cock and grinding hips. The force of it has his thighs quake and numb out, making his weight crumble over you as he can no longer hold himself up. He nuzzles his face down the side of yours until he’s tucked panting against your neck, forehead pressed snuggly against your racing pulse.

You welcome his weight with open arms, one dragging him ever tighter to your heaving chest and the other winding its hand into his thick dark hair to ensure he never leaves. Both of you are still gasping for breath, your pressed chests rubbing and shaking against each other much like your greedy hips do as they ring out the endless pulsing beats of your orgasms. Your cunt and core continue to massage down on him and wring every bit of tight and bubbling bliss from his still hard and pumping cock that they can get. 

The feeling of being not only filled with his large and achingly hard cock but also the swelling heat of his cum makes your eyes roll back. He’s filled you full to bursting, now leaking out of you on every grind and the warm sticky sensation and sound matched with his pelvis massaging small sweeps across your clit prolongs your peak. You get to spend a long time suspended in the feeling of your body bursting with heat and joy and relief and electricity, all shoving your soul right out of your skin only for Mihawk’s presence to trap you right back into the storm raging in your nerves.

Mihawk begins to feel foggy and a bit delirious as he finally releases his pent up need in you, finally sates his ferocious hunger for your delicious touch, finally finds his comfort and peace stuck as close to you as he can possibly get. He makes a halfhearted attempt to bring his mind back to his body but is happily distracted by the aftershocks that jolt your body and flutter your cunt. They pull extra little spurts and groans from him each time and he’s defenseless to the contentment he feels following their slowing pace into the warm hover of affection that always envelops him after sharing bodies with you.

It takes a long time for either of you to actually come back to yourselves. The whole time you are afloat, you guide each other with trailing touches from limp but loving hands, quick kisses stolen between smoothing out your breath, and gentle squeezes in the embrace you keep on each other, needing those little moments where it's even more of a hug than a hold. Mihawk chases the touches that tease across the dips of his lower back or scratch up the back of his neck and across his scalp just a little bit more than the others. You feel too boneless to lean into almost any touch at the moment, but you do manage to roll your head to the side so you can gaze at your grandfather clock in the corner.

“I don’t think there’s time to make you presentable for them,” you sigh out with no real remorse. Mihawk is of a similar mind.

“Not my fault if those two don’t have anyone to take care of their needs,” Mihawk mumbles dryly. “Also not my problem if they’re mad I’ve had mine met.”

The laugh you give at his attitude earns you one of your favorite prizes: Mihawk’s lips making the slow curl then spread into a real smile. It is only topped when they close again to press a kiss in the shape of that smile on their resting place against your skin with enough love to reach straight through that skin and nurture every beat of your heart.

[evilminji]

Know what's been haunting me? And my Yandere loving brain?

What if... an SI-OC? Fffffucked UP™?

Like? STRAIGHT up "....Oh No. I have? GRAVELY miscalculated."? Cause? And I'm probably wrong here, or forgetting nuisances, but? Dooku? Left the order and began his Fall? NOT because he disagreed with the vast majority of Jedi philosophy... but?

Because of what the Jedi had BECOME.

Senate attack dogs. Indentured servants. Following NOT the Force or their Orders Mandate, but a mere GOVERMANT. Politicians. Straight into ruin and slaughter no less! It was vile. Corrupt. A perversion and degradation of HIS beloved Jedi Order.

He was proud and filled with grief, isolated. Palpatine chose well.

But! He was ALSO a Master Jedi with DECADES of Mastery under his belt. You do not become that with out clear vision of what you want. Who you ARE. And Dooku? Very CLEARLY planned on winning. Killing Sidious and taking his place. An unfortunate necessity, really. In his Grand Plan™.

Too?

Start over, obviously.

Instead of just leaving and starting a NORMAL Religious Schism, building a temple on Serrano, and publicly calling his old Council members lil bitchs. Slap fighting in the town square, as is traditional. Maybe sending pass aggressive notes back and forth in the hands of increasingly spoiled Padawan, because OUR temple at least FEEDS these POOR WAIFS. Etc etc?

Dude went the SITH route. Of... you know... "kill everybody".

Bit extreme. Just saying.

However! Dooku? Not well! In fact, DEEPLY unhinged and masterfully hiding it! Because he is, in fact, a MASTER jedi! And know how to fucking DO THAT. So that slow creep of Deepyly Crazy? No one sees it. Gives ya time to miss the countdown to Boom, as it were.

Which leads to our dearly beloved SI. She? Is a well meaning IDIOT. She can't help it. It's the Force, man. All that feel good juice, clogging up her brain! Making her? Optimistic! Vaguely perky! Wanting to see the GOOD in people!!!

Disturbing, she knows. But it is what it is.

And MASTER Dooku? Feels? Stern but warm. Stalwart. Like one of those ancient trees or great temples in a quite moment. Old and powerful, not necessarily KIND, but certainly not UNKIND. Just... fussy, you know? Proper. Collected and self contained. Doesn't like messy and dirty and needless noise.

So... what's an itty bitty Crecheling to do? To stop this Respected Master from falling? Well... Yoda seems to think "babies" works? And SHE is Baby...

Better scrub down so I'm EXTRA not "why are all children so... sticky?" and make my self look as presentable as possible. Then? Plan: Stalk the Respected Master Dooku Like A Duckling is a GO~! Yoda finds this INSTANTLY hilarious. Starts feeding her insider information (One of his many, later Great Regrets).

Dooku likes THIS tea. Meditates in THIS garden. Ask him about THIS subject, no one listens to him rant about it, he'll enjoy lecturing you about it for HOURS. She actually learns quite a lot! Man's a good teacher. And SHE? Is a dutiful, polite, thoughtful, shining young paragon example of what he feels the Jedi SHOULD be.

She LISTENS. Unlike his foolish peers. She tries to better herself, day by day, instead of running around screaming and playing in mud. Asks after etiquette from the courts he's traveled too, so she does not offend in the future. Does not react with blind disgust to questions others would deem heretical!

Instead? SHE comes from a JEDI place of approach with compassion and consultation of the Force. What creates the most GOOD? How can we strive for the kindest, most ethical, most equal social possible? What brings the universe the most Light? Where do OUR duties end and the duties of OTHERS begin, and when is it time to call them on their failings, should there be any?

It is? Delightful~ if he were not already committed to his path, he would seriously consider taking her on as a Padawn. Like the Granddaughter he never had. In FACT? He is conflicted. While he does not wish to lose the bright little light he has become so accustomed too? He should probably do what is best for her.

He IS leaving after all. Eventually. Perhaps after Qui-Gon finally knights his own padawn. He can convince the man to come with him. A talk between them has been so very, very long overdue. And the man is like a son to him. Young Obi-Wan is a fine young Jedi. Upstanding and collected, could use a bit of tempering. Outrageous flirt. It would be hilarious.

It's a good plan.... right up until it isn't.

Until the Council's BLINDNESS lead his SON to dying alone. For Sidious little games. And the place in HIS chosen lineage is USURPED by some WHINY SAND COVERED BRAT who can not CONTROL himself! No. NO.

Absolutely Not.

As far as HE is concerned? HIS lineage? Goes him, Qui-gon, Obi-Wan, and then SI-OC. No Sand Brat. Is he spiraling? Oh yes. Has been for a while. But now? NOW someone just kicked out a major support beam. The building is a'shaking. SI-OC is worried. Knows this could make or break his Fall.

Doesn't realize that ship has sailed LONG before she arrived.

Jedi Master's do not Fall over night. It is the slow erosion that kills them. Death by ten thousand cuts. He was already thousands deep. Bleeding and bleeding, beyond her abilities to heal. Yoda could have changed things. He is a Master. But a mere Crecheling? An untrained child? No. She stood no chance.

Does not realize that, as she stands in the heart of the storm. The center of the bear trap. As composed Master Dooku grieves and rages, hair disheveled and robes a mess. No, he can not come to the comm right now. No, he is not taking visitors, thank you. Please, Master Dooku. Please! Drink some tea? Eat? Something. Anything. I beg you.

It is a focal point. An anchor to cling to, in that great Fall. As SI-OC fusses with blankets and music that might help, pressing her small and fragile light against his shields like a comforting weight. As though trying to protect him from the pain. As though ANYTHING could protect him.

Sits with him, in remembrance.

Comes with him, to the funeral.... where stands the sand brat. At HER Master's side. As though enough has not been stolen. How dare he? How dare THEY? To allow this!? Hatred festers. Rage. The mania that Darkness brings. He sees now. Ooooo ho ho, does he now see.

The Order has become Rotten. It cannot be saved. The Jedi have lost their way.

The old must be purged... and they must begin again.

It's all so CLEAR now. So simple. The path forward. Its so obvious now, HE is not leaving, oh no, THEY are leaving. It would be madness to leave a vulnerable Crecheling in such unfettered corruption. Exposed to the nonexistent mercies of Sidious and his ilk. Not to mention, Force knows what filth they'd attempt to stuff in her head behind his back!

Knight Kenobi is an adult. Can comport himself and defend his person. SI-OC can not. She is just a youngling. Should have BARELY been a padawn. But... things have changed.

SI-OC fall asleep, comfortable and certain she is perfectly safe, in MASTER Dooku's apartments. Just another Tea Time and obscure Force Philosophy lecture. Maybe some hands-on etiquette lessons. There are many, MANY different ways to take tea. And... man... the room is so cozy. Always so comfortable and tastefully inviting. Warm an... an snoozy... feelin... *thunk of a small child falling over, dead to the world*

Drugged? Sleep suggestion? Soothing bedtime tea? Yes. Yes, he did. She stood literally negative chances. He scoops up HIS granddaughter and leaves droids to pack the rest. Tucks her under his cloak. No one thinks to even check. Who would? He is trusted. Respected. It is well known how he dotes upon the child. Old age has softened him, some jest.

The dangers of attachment indeed. But it is not HIM who is in danger. It is HER who his attachment endangers. Because he can not let go. WILL NOT. Because it can crossed from caring to obsessive. Possessive. To mine, mine, mine.

Children are not property. Not toys or trophies. Teddy bears to squeeze until your hurt stops. They are living, breathing, entities in their own right. Which is something a JEDI would be able to accept. The SITH? No. No, see, his Great-grandpadawn is HIS. This is HIS family. HIS Jedi order. HIS plan to "fix" everything.

She done fucked up.

She wakes up on a ship to Serrano with COUNT Dooku.

His... his eyes turn Interesting Colors now. Ha ha... she is... staying Very Calm. It is REALLY important to stay VERY calm. No sudden movements. We Do Not startle the Darksider! Eeeeeeverones FRIENDS here! R-Right?

Oh of course. Nothing to be worried about, dear. You're just going to his Manor until the NEW temple is finished. (Neat. Terrifying. So, SO many horrifying parts of that sentence). And SI-OC? Pulls the good ol "never argue with the crazy person with a gun" technique. Smile and Nod! Mmmmhmmm! G-great! Can't wait!

(Oh god, help me)

War breaks out. She's on THE Separatist planet. But not? Before crazy grandpa? Has hired bounty hunters to find him force sensitive kids. You know, for the NEW Jedi order. Because we're all pretending here. Smile and nod, fellow hostages. For the love of the Force, smile and nod.

She's not entirely even certain half these children were from families that WANTED to give them up. It makes her sick to think about.

She still has to have Tea Time. Because she, a child, is the HEAD of the New Order. And he has decades of Jedi knowledge to impart. Also? Lonely and fixating. We're a happy family. Because I say so and have hostages. That's why you love you, don't you dear? *SI-OC with a wide, terrified hostage smile* mmmmhmm!

The Jedi? Have figured out what happened. Crecheling mysteriously disappeared at the same time a Count Dooku? They originally thought she tried to follow him. Got lost or grabbed by slavers. But now... NOW? Oh Force they know they horrifying truth. The Darksider stole a CHILD.

Everyone remembers SI-OC. She was the sweet little duckling. Well behaved and polite. A kind child. Worried for Count Dooku. And now look at what's happened?! The CIS is trotting out the "head" or their "new order" and it's their lost Crecheling. Now a teenager. Terror in her eyes and a fixed jedi smile.

The Creche Masters have to be physically dragged away from stealth ships. (They're just going to talk! They're jUST GOING TO TAL-!!!) Plo Koon is fucking HELPING and that's NOT helpful! No, your commander do NOT have "a point"! You can not do just a "little bit" of murder as "a treat"!

A certain Quinlan Vos? Never heard of him, of course, rocks up to this New Order with a smoothie. Has betrayed the OLD order and the Republic. Definitely for realisies and not because he's here to spy! Heeeeey, kiddo. How you holding up?

Answer? Oh THANK GOD, AN ADULT JEDI! Halp! Followed by gross sobbing. So... you know... not GREAT. Wouldn't recommend it.

But! The INTEL. Sweet holy shit, kid. Chips. Palpatine. Dooku behind the Clones. Everything ELSE she's quietly been noting down. Uuuuh, yeah. Yeah that WILL be... real useful.... Holy shit. No, seriously, give him a second. Just like that? Huh. Didn't even have to convince you. Wow. Okay.

Well then! Let's fuck over some Sith!

How the Shadows go about it? Probably very action movie and nail biting. High octane. Sweet big budget cgi effects. They get the De-chipped clones involved. Fox gets to finally, FINALLY shoot his boss. Never a happier man. He deserves it.

But that's not important. What IS? Is Quinlan Vos? Showing up to the Temple, with a burger and smelling strongly of smoke, and like.... over 450 force sensitive younglings, teenage and below. And probably a litter of tookas. Because what? Were they supposed to LEAVE them?

She takes One(1) step into the temple and gets hit with like? Three generations of Guilt Complexes. Man Pain. Yoda, Obi-Wan, AND Anikin? Mother FUCKER, you were 9! What were you supposed to DO? Bite him?! You literally JUST GOT HERE. *SI-OC has used Logic against Skywalker Guilt... it is not very effective!*

When? When will she be freeeeeeee? Cannon Yoda had the right idea.

She should go hide in a fucking SWAMP.

@babbling-babull @legitimatesatanspawn @spidori @lolottes @hypewinter @mayfay @hdgnj

[ninibeingdelulu]

Overworking ✧

Plot : Your husband come home late again, and he’s too tired to argue.

The luminescent glow of the wall clock cast stark shadows flickering across the empty living room signaling midnight had long since passed.

Yet the apartment remained engulfed in stifling silence absent your husband Kento's reassuring presence filling the vacant spaces.

Your fingers drummed with steadily mounting agitation as each excruciating minute trickled away unanswered while you waited up alone on the worn couch.

It wasn't like Kento remaining entrenched at Jujutsu High working ungodly overtime hours was anything new lately, but tonight the resentment coursing your veins felt particularly acidic.

Gnawing into your composure with each pulse thundering that he'd once again prioritized his job over coming home to you like some insensible workaholic slowly squandering the precious remaining moments of your lives together.

So when the solitary echoes of his key scraping into the lock finally jarred the stillness, you shot upright immediately.

Chin raised in taut defiance while mustering the courage to confront him directly instead of meekly accepting Kento's feeble apologies and hollow justifications justifying this madness again.

The second your husband's hulking silhouette emerged in the threshold, you pounced without preamble.

"You're late. Again..."

Uttering the terse observation in clipped tones from between gritted teeth while actively assessing Kento's condition for the first time.

Disheveled tie dangling askew with his usually impeccable shirt and slacks wrinkled in haggard disarray. The sallow olive complexion only accentuating the bruised insomnia shadowing the heavy-lidded sag framing those rich bourbon irises clearly drained from sheer exhaustion.

Still, you braced awaiting the standard reflexive dismissal waving away your protective concerns as irrational hyperbole yet again.

Sure enough the indomitably stern furrow pinched across Kento's brow deepened in that telltale scowl preceding the well-worn rebuttal.

"Not now...I'm too tired to get into this tonight."

Immediately you recoiled from the uncharacteristically curt growl dripping in ill-concealed exasperation as he brushed past you towards the kitchen.

Clearly reaching the limits of his endurance and primed to counterattack like a wounded grizzly any impudent challengers foolish enough to pester further.

But the spark of indignation glowed red-hot behind your breastbone entirely eliminating any instinct for retreat tonight.

Not when Kento seemed hellbent on self-destructing through pursuing this flagrantly unsustainable pace.You swiftly followed at his heels hurling the accusations rapid-fire without filter.

"Why are you running yourself into the ground like this?! Working around the clock until you completely burn out or end up hospitalized?!"

Already his broad shoulders visibly tensed beneath the withering barrage while you mercilessly drove each rhetorical javelin home without allowing quarter.

No longer willing to stay passive as the man you cherished most wasted away before your eyes.

"And what about me? Do I not even factor any considerations about how I barely see you anymore besides like this - just discarded afterthoughts at the end of every grueling day?!"

Your throat constricted choking back the scorching bitterness now spilling unchecked across your blurred vision while Kento whirled to face your naked desperation head-on once more.

Every haggard line etched across those beloved Nordic features now seemed to deepen into craggy ravines utterly foreign and unrecognizable from the stalwart protector who'd stubbornly staked his entire existence upon safeguarding your shared sanctuaries.

"You think I revel in being away from my home drained like this? That I enjoy even a single second not by your side every night?!"

His roar simultaneously blasted both palms down upon the kitchen island's laminate surface with a percussive crack shuddering the tiles beneath your sock feet.

Unleashing the full tempest of Kento's frustrations that had evidently been steadily amassing into their own maelstrom these endless evenings alone.

"Every second sacrificed I'm away is to ensure you want for nothing! That our home remains secure from any potential threats! So you can live in peace while I handle these burdens!"

The wounded snarl flayed your viscera more savagely than any blade ever could. Shattering your ribcage wide open and laying your vulnerability bare before the man you'd always relied upon to shelter your most tender places from harm.

Before he instantly softened registering the mute horror stricken openly across your ashen features.

"Kento...that's not on you. If that's how you see it then...then I'm the one who failed."

But it was already too late to capture the venomous barb lancing out beyond your control.

The gaping void abruptly swallowing every lingering scrap of light still flickering behind your husband's visage surgically excised the very last remnants of air from your lungs.

You stood there paralyzed in that vacuum watching Kento physically recoil as if struck directly across that chiseled jawline.

Entire body tensing while the pitiless overhead fluorescents seemed to bleed away what little remaining color tinged those hauntingly cavernous pits now boring directly into your soul with singular uncompromising focus.

"Is that what you really believe...?"

The softly uttered words sliced you more lethally than any razor-edged steel forged by mortal hands ever could.

Rendered more agonizing by the bone-deep undercurrent of absolute loss now permanently severing whatever fraying lifelines still tenuously tethered you both to this point.

"Then you need no longer waste your evenings awaiting my return."

Even bereft of any inflections or venom lacing each syllable, the impassive delivery could do nothing to blunt the lacerations shredding your essence with every concise proclamation.

Feet already rooting to the very earth beneath while he turned without another glance disappearing beyond the hallway's shadows.

Leaving you adrift in a desolate, lightless world now devoid of anything to cling to beyond the scalding moisture already streaking down your hollowed cheeks.

You wasted away countless lifetimes in that void before somehow resurfacing in your shared bedroom consumed in numbness.

Numbly pulling drawers open on autopilot to shovel what meager belongings you could feasibly remove in a single bag while the man you loved lay entombed just beyond that dividing wall.

Unable to so much as utter a farewell...

The muffled sobs rattling your chest gradually gave way to an eerie calm overtaking your senses while automatically gathering those final essentials together.

Your motions felt disembodied and almost dreamlike - existing outside yourself surveying these mechanical preparations from some detached astral plane.

Until the bag's feeble weight balanced over one shoulder snapped you back into a razor-sharp presentience abruptly ricocheting off those cavernous bedroom walls now closing in all around with smothering permanence.

With nothing left delaying that precipice you couldn't avoid crossing no matter how desperately your psyche recoiled and retreated to those warm familiar shadows where he eternally waited.

You didn't look back or allow even the faintest broken whisper to escape while swiftly departing through the living room's archway into the vacant corridor beyond.

Each purposeful stride carrying you farther away from Kento and whatever fragile tapestry still barely clinging between your existences rapidly began unraveling behind.

At least until those first frigid droplets pelted the nape of your exposed neck signaling the night's deluge opened completely from the heavens above.

But still you pressed onwards, feet mechanically propelling you through the lobby then bodily out into the torrent with skull bowed in vacant resignation.

Allowing the punishing currents to immediately drench and plaster every stitch of fabric clinging to your skin in icy shackles now without a single conscious thought towards seeking meager shelter from nature's fury.

That was until the deafening roar erupting from behind shattered the hypnotic trance entirely.

"Y/N!!"

You staggered dumbly whipping about to find Kento's towering silhouette materializing from the building awash in halos of harsh illumination cutting through the downpour's veil like blazing searchlights.

His expression contorted into something primal and harrowing beyond lucid recognition while frantically scanning every inch of your drenched form now paralyzed before him.

Disbelief and heart-rending desperation etched behind the searing intensity now searing directly into your very marrow from those rich ember irises that had always been your touchstones in life's tempests.

Igniting reflective sparks to life where your soul's pilot light had nearly extinguished entirely under those scouring torrents unleashing in merciless retribution.

Suddenly Kento surged across the tarmac in two strides with his sodden blazer already stripped away to immediately drape the swathe of fabric around your trembling shoulders.

Immense oak-trunk arms effortlessly enveloping you against the indomitable wall of his chest while frantically trying to shield you from the punishing onslaught still pounding relentlessly all around in biblical wrath.

Yet not even those granite bastions offered sanctuary as chilling pinpricks numbed your entire body beyond feeling or substance now.

Leaving you a hollowed-out husk vaguely conscious of Kento's remorseless whiskey rasp shredding past your ear canal over the din of the downpour lashing against every exposed surface in scourging waves.

"Y/N...I’m sorry. I was just tired, please I never meant it. It’s just… work have been more exhausting lately, and I’m on the edge sometimes. I lied, I want you to wait for me above all else."

Each gut-punching admission brutally lacerated past all your remaining defenses as he clutched you so fiercely against his pounding sternum those shuddering heaves transmitted into your own rhythms.

Until his soaked bangs completely plastered across those raw features allowing you to drink in every agonized fissure.

"But please, don’t go. I’m begging you"

The desolate cries finally shattered every carefully regimented barrier you'd armored around that hollowed-out vacancy eating away at your soul's foundation.

Each raw and utterly shattered syllable pouring from Kento's very essence jolted those tiny embers still flickering no matter how decimated or waterlogged beyond hope of revival.

So when he finally wilted into that hushed horrific reverie while cradling your face in his battle-calloused palms like spun glass, you instinctively leaned into those colossal furnaces emanating from his gaze consuming you whole once more.

Offering the only meager benediction left within you to bestow while reaching up to reverently brush away those crystalline rivulets streaking his granite features that held more significance beyond nature's downpour.

The frantic thrum of both your racing pulses immediately surrendered into perfect intuitive synchronicity once more.

Gently guiding Kento back through the torrent from that lightless brink he'd pulled you away from towards sacred sanctuaries still smoldering eternally where your twin beacons would never be extinguished again...

[myslashyvalentine]

The MSV 2025 Archive is Open!

Happy Valentine's Day, everyone!

We made it. That is no small thing this year with the current world events. There would be no My Slashy Valentine without all the amazing writers, old and new, who take this challenge on during the winter doldrums (or in the southern hemisphere, the summer sweats!)

A special thanks to Zhie, who double checks my matching, is an excellent sounding board, a tireless promoter and stalwart fandom ringleader.

Congratulations to all our new writers who completed their first swap: Abel/ baby_bat_98, Amanda/Thinwhitedutchess, Angela/ChillinbytheFire, BalrogBalls/TimelessUtterances, blueberryrock, cloudbower, Lanthanum12, Laufey/fullofleaves (though technically a veteran from 2004!!!), LiselleLascelles, Meredith/Rian, Misty/MysticFinde, Mona/queerofthedagger,  Mouse, Saint/saintstars, Shannon/ElrondsLibrary, Tamatoa/thereisamanmadeofcrabs and  Victoria/0ur_Ouroboros! Please check out their stories and make them feel welcome. 

Thanks always to all our veteran writers who continue to participate, tell their friends and show new participants that this is a fun Valentine's Day tradition! Together you all make this swap a vibrant part of the Tolkien community.

And now, for your reading enjoyment… The 2025 My Slashy Valentine Collection.

My Slashy Valentine 2025: The Master List!

Abel/baby_bat_98 wrote The Shape of Us for Nuizillien Aglarien wrote Things That Were for MysticFinde Amanda/Thinwhitedutchess wrote Lost in the solitude of his immense power for Rian Angela/ChillinbytheFire wrote Back in Business for DragonofMordor Argleena wrote Learning to Love Yourself Through Being Loved for Abel/ baby_bat_98 Azh/AdmirableMonster wrote Heartsease for Narya_Flame ♥ Azh/AdmirableMonster wrote and some nights we're choking on the words (but some we light on fire) for Heather/ohboromir ♥ Azh/AdmirableMonster wrote a little light to call my own for elladansgirl BalrogBalls/TimelessUtterances wrote Altitude Sickness for Amanda/Thinwhitedutchess ♥ BalrogBalls/TimelessUtterances wrote Bumping Exoskeletons for elladansgirl Bird/ingenious_spark wrote Shipwrecked Heart for i_did_not_mean_to BloodwingBlackbird wrote All the snow has turned to water for Azh/AdmirableMonster blueberryrock wrote The ones we hurt for Nuredhel bluehair wrote SERVANT for cloudbower cloudbower wrote Desire path for JazTheBard chrissystriped wrote "I will risk the Wrath of the Valar" for bluehair ♥ chrissystriped wrote In his Light for elladansgirl EclecticKefi wrote A Cold and Uncaring Place for RaisingCaiin Elennalore wrote Lesser Rings, Higher Passions for EclecticKefi Elentarial/BaccaratBlack wrote What These Bones Know for starlightwalking Elio/silverfisting wrote worm moon for Angela/ChillinbytheFire Elleth wrote Spring Feast for thurinngwethil Fey/ThatFeanorian write The Future We Fight For for Mona/queerofthedagger fictional-hr-department wrote Plant me where the red deer feed for Bird/ingenious_spark Gilithlin wrote Coming Home for reindeer_pizza Heather/ohboromir wrote Khajmel for sallysavestheday IDNMT/I_did_not_mean_to wrote Is it love? (When you hold me, when you touch me, it's so powerful) for Ladywithaquill IgnobleBard wrote Which Thou Must Leave Ere Long for Shannon/ElrondsLibrary Jade/Elladansgirl wrote Comfort From A King for  BalrogBalls/TimelessUtterances JazTheBard wrote A Visit to the Forges for Lanthanum12 just_jenni/jenni4765 wrote ON THE STREETS OF TIRION NO ONE KNOWS ANYTHING for a_world_of_whimsy Kit/kitkatkaylie wrote Finrod's Very Cunning Plan To Pull A Luthien for mangacrack LadywithaQuill wrote His Blonde King for fictional_hr_department Lanthanum12 wrote Super Graphic Ultra Modern Girl for NiennaWept Laufey/fullofleaves wrote Occidental Philology for senalishia ♥ lynndyre wrote When I fall and time goes slow for kitkatkaylie maglor-my-beloved wrote Remembrance for Argleena ♥ maglor-my-beloved wrote All that is Gold for elladansgirl mangacrack wrote Wrong Side of Heaven for Elio/Silverfisting Misty/MysticFinde wrote You Will Understand When You're Older for Mawgy

Meredith/Rian wrote The Care and Feeding of Touch-starved Warlords for Fey/ThatFeanorian Mona/queerofthedagger wrote puissance (stay my hand now) for Victoria/0ur_Ouroboros Mouse wrote Two Captains for Tabru Narya wrote Affection for BloodwingBlackbird NiennaWept wrote wrote sweet wine and marble dust for Saint/saintstars Nuinzilien wrote The Power of Persuasion for Blueberryrock Nuredhel wrote For I am thy Lord for Tamatoa/thereisamanmadeofcrabs Pages/Lost_inMiddleearth wrote Been with you such a long time (You're my sunshine) for phyncke RaisingCaiin wrote speak not to me of fine things for Laufey/fullofleaves reindeer_pizza wrote Quality Assurance for steadfastalysanne2022 Saint/saintstars wrote A Way Back to Happiness for maglor_my_beloved sallysavestheday wrote Hear Me in the Song of the Waves for mouse Senalishia wrote Where you go when you're gone for LiselleLascelles Seregons wrote Feathers Fall Slowly for Gilithin Shannon/ElrondsLibrary wrote she hath my love, even through the darkness for Elleth starlightwalking wrote I'm here for ChrissyStriped steadfastsalyanne2022 wrote Sons of the Wilderness for seregons Tabru wrote Tears Unnumbered Ye Shall Shed for Melusine6619 Tamatoa/thereisamanmadeofcrabs wrote Thaw for Elentarial/BaccaratBlack ♥ Tamatoa/thereisamanmadeofcrabs wrote on those cold and star-bright nights for elladansgirl Tethys_resort wrote Patinka for Aglarien thuringwethil wrote take this lonely heart for Pages/Lost_inMiddleearth Victoria/0ur_Ouroboros wrote This shaking keeps me steady (I should know) for just_jenni Whimsy/a_world_of_whimsy wrote Legacy for elennalore

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[sketchy-scribs-n-doods]

"Because none of those sailors have ever described a siren with salt and pepper hair, wrinkles, and flinty eyes that can make a man balk at fifty paces with nothing but a glance. Beautiful faces and voices that can entrance the most stalwart of men, that’s what they talk about. It doesn’t matter if they’re half-right. Where they’re wrong is what matters."

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My art for this year's OFMD Reverse Big Bang!

Siren!Izzy has always lived in my head rent free, even before s2 when we finally got Con's lovely singing voice on screen, so I just had to make something for it— with a Stizzy focused Steddyhands twist! I'm a sucker for a secret mermaid saving their reluctantly beloved sailor lol.

The lovely @acesaru was the best partner I could have asked for, a talented writer and lovely all around person to collab with! They perfectly capture Izzy's character voice and the banter between Stede and he is an absolute delight lol. The fic they wrote inspired by my art (and many many discord ramblings together lol) is amazing and the second chapter featuring my art drops today!

Please go check it out for yourself and drop a kudos/comment! <3

[sunflowersatori]

My Girl

I’m writing this at 1am because I’m feral BUT i digress…

Headcanons for what type of woman Castor and Pollux (because @fanaticsnail said those are their names and yes) would have as a partner

So for Pollux I imagine his girl would absolutely be That Bitch™️ and in the most iconic way. The hair is right, the fit is tight (in uniform if she’s a marine, and casual if she isn’t/is and is on leave). She’s a gossip, a tease, and dishes it out to her man as good as he dishes it out to others. These two are absolute chaos gremlins together. They will show up unannounced to Castor’s place and make a huge mess in the kitchen before he convinces them to not try to cook when they can’t. They end up sipping wine at his dining table while he makes dinner for them all. This woman would be fiercely protective of her loved ones and what they stand for, the type to fight tooth and nail, to claw and scratch and yell to be with her man. I think together they would also be able to find that vulnerability with each other, and in private moments they can enjoy simple things just as much as goofing off and being little shits. Pollux would worship in the way of offering himself up as of to a deity, willing to let her flames consume him in sweet oblivion. Sounds like a pretty sweet deal to him.

Now for Castor, my sweet beloved boy. I apologize for any projecting that might happen here, he has my heart rn. I think he’d be with another marine, and his woman would be the stalwart lover, shouldering burdens with him without question. She’s the type that people say is just like him in public, reserved, collected, maayybeee sometimes there’s a stick up her ass. She sticks to her guns and won’t let people push her around about it though. She has asked Castor on multiple occasions (five) if he wants her to beat up Pollux for making fun of him, and has followed through (once) ((she suplexed him through a table at dinner and Castor just sat there with wide eyes while Pollux’s girl cackled and recorded the whole thing on den den)). Castor would be one hundred percent soft for her, the type to gruffly respond “yes ma’am, of course maam” when she’s trying her hardest to be strong and give commands even if she’s hurting. This man worships the ground she walks on and would do anything for her in such a like sworn knight protector way, not because she’s a woman, because he loves her.

Anyway that’s my inane rambling. Please please please please add more hcs, I crave The Content

[foreststarflaime]

Ok you did swords (fabulous), how about AGSZC as dragons? (Rawr)

Oh you are speaking my language!!! 🐉 You caught me while reading my beloved Loki comics so this turned out rather poetic and metaphysical lol

Angeal: There is a dragon whose scales are as indomitable as proud mountains, known to all the kingdoms throughout the land. Known, but not feared—for his hoard is not one of gold, but of love. He is strict, but fair—if your heart is true, he is quick to love you, and you go forth from his presence with his blessing and protection. It is said by the bards of old that all shields came from his shed scales, gifted so that they might protect their wielders from harm.

Genesis: There is a dragon from whose breath burns the fire of the hearth, a fire around which all storytellers sit to weave their words of glory and doom, to bring hope and awe to any who need it. His tongue is of silver and his scales of burnished ruby, glinting gold in the firelight. His fire can bring ruin to a countryside, but that ruin will also bring rebirth, with new green shoots emerging from the ashes—it will grow stronger, this time. He may kidnap a princess or two from time to time, but that’s mostly so Angeal will come tell him off (give him and his stories the attention they deserve).

Sephiroth: There is a dragon who fell to earth one fateful day. Ever since he could remember, he had soared through the stars, borne aloft on the ethereal winds of the cosmos to wonder at its vast majesty. But this day, he peered too hard in his solitude at a planet bustling with life, and in doing so he strayed too close and was drawn by its gravity to crash upon its soil. His wings, made of the stuff of stardust, could not bear him aloft again, built for the soft breath of space as they were. So now he spends his days gazing at the beauty of the night sky, and finds some solace in the stories of wonder Genesis spins for his mind’s eye, and the stalwart companionship of Angeal.

Zack: There is a dragon who is often seen running amongst the wolves, only a bit larger than them, whose hoard-instinct is fulfilled by treasuring all of life’s experiences. He loves the freedom of running on the open plain, teasing his wolf-friends on occasion by picking them up suddenly for a quick glide down from a larger hill. He is often mistaken for a hatchling, but when he or anyone he loves is threatened, you will be assured by the strength of his teeth in your throat that he is just as fierce as any larger dragon.

Cloud: There is a dragon who was hatched with coal-black scales, smaller than most and quiet. Most were inclined to think him easy prey, and he only seethed at their mistake, but did not correct it. He took each blow the world threw at him, looking to the stars and dreaming of something greater. Eventually, the pressure built up enough that his scales turned diamond-blue and sharper than anything the world had seen. He suffered no bully any longer, to him or to any other.

Um. I’m attached. I guess I have a dragon au now

[faefum]

posting my twst ocs and my yuu w/ info 🥺 also some old art is included but not really

character info in order as well as one fact about each of them:

Carmin Pelagic

The beloved idol-prince of the resplendent coastal kingdom, Sundread Cape. Ever-shadowed in the limelight, his Excellency is famous for his evocative musical pieces that seem to resonate with any audience.

BIRTHDAY: March 3rd (Pisces)

AGE: 18

HEIGHT: 177 cm (5'9" ft)

DOMINANT HAND: Left

HOMELAND: Sundread Cape

FAMILY: Unnamed parents (deceased), Marena (aunt)

SCHOOL: (was homeschooled)

HOBBIES: Bird watching

PET PEEVES: Mistreatment

FAVORITE FOOD: Onions

LEAST FAVORITE FOOD: Escargot

TALENT: Detecting lies

UNIQUE MAGIC: Reaver's Song

BASED ON: Eilonwy + Achren (Black Cauldron and Chronicles of Prydain)

His aunt, Marena, is the ruling queen of Sundread Cape, which is an absolute monarchy. Carmin is suspicious of the fact that she may not be his actual family member.

Yuu (Yuulia)

An outlander from another world, she is the prefect of Ramshackle dormitory and a member of the Pop Music Club. She sings of the melodies that only now exist in her memory, hoping to bring a part of her across and beyond.

BIRTHDAY: November 22nd (Sagittarius)

AGE: 17

HEIGHT: 165 cm (5'4" ft)

DOMINANT HAND: Right

HOMELAND: ???

FAMILY: Unnamed parents

SCHOOL: Night Raven College (Sophomore)

HOBBIES: Playing musical instruments

PET PEEVES: Rudeness

FAVORITE FOOD: Chamomile tea

LEAST FAVORITE FOOD: Bitter melon

TALENT: Opera singing

UNIQUE MAGIC: —

BASED ON: (nobody)

Is kind of a minor Magicam celebrity because of her song covers and original works. She covers songs from her original world, in which viewers have found themselves perplexed since none of the music she posts exists in Twisted Wonderland.

Thora Griffith

The stalwart vice-president of Royal Sword Academy's Fencing Club. He co-leads with a mild demeanor, a deadpan face, gestures filled with grace, and mystery as to what his past shares.

BIRTHDAY: October 27th (Scorpio)

AGE: 17

HEIGHT: 185 cm (6'0" ft)

DOMINANT HAND: Right

HOMELAND: Sundread Cape

FAMILY: Unnamed adoptive father

SCHOOL: Royal Sword Academy (Sophomore)

HOBBIES: Fencing

PET PEEVES: Laziness

FAVORITE FOOD: Pot roast

LEAST FAVORITE FOOD: Charred food

TALENT: Blastcycling

UNIQUE MAGIC: Bladed Ambition

BASED ON: Taran (Black Cauldron and Chronicles of Prydain)

Many of his classmates think that he may be hiding a mysterious evil in his dorm room. A dangerous secret, something lewd, or even prohibited items. In fact, he and his roommate have both decided on a truce and keep a runt kitten they found by the beach.

other arts!! some are "old"

[blogger360ncislarules]

When Ghosts returns, there will be major story developments for everyone’s favorite sarcastic, pizza-smelling, hopeless romantic ghost, Sasappis.

Now in its fourth season, Ghosts has continued to be a ratings stalwart and a beloved sitcom. Audiences continue to enjoy the misadventures of Sam and Jay Arondekar and their band of wily ghosts.

With a two-season pickup, Ghosts will be on the air for years to come, which means ample opportunities to continue learning about Sasappis.

Lucky for us, as the series winds down its season, we will see much more from Sass, something that Zaragoza is extremely excited about.

We chatted with Zaragoza about his appreciation for the series’ wonderful fans, which things about Sass he’d love to see more of, and what ghost power he’d love to have for a day.

Hint: hint: it’s potentially the coolest one.

Hi, Román. How are you?

I’m good. Yeah, we are in hiatus mode. Life is very different right now. I’m currently in Tokyo, Japan, and yeah, life is so funny to think about.

Talking about Ghosts, I’m like, “Oh, right, yeah. What happened in that episode? Oh, that’s right. Yeah, that happened. Okay, cool.”Yeah, but it’s exciting. I’m very grateful to be in this position in this show and two more seasons. I’m feeling very good.

That was the first thing I wanted to say. I wanted to congratulate you on that. Ghosts is as popular as ever at this point. How appreciative are you of the series and the fans for continuing to make it such a success?

It’s been wild to see that Ghosts is now on Netflix in various countries around the world. It’s in so many different languages, and that’s been a really wild and recent new development. And I’m like, “Oh, Portuguese!” There’s so much Portuguese in my DMs now that I have to translate everything. But I’m like, “Oh, the people are so nice.”

So, that’s been cool. And I’m even getting spam in Portuguese, which is pretty funny. It’s been really cool and just wild to think about how wide of an audience and how big of a reach we’re now having. It’s beautiful.

Isn’t that such a cool thing with social media? And even with the fact that there are so many different ways to see things now, you can touch so many parts of the world and people that, 20 years ago, may have never gotten a chance to see the show.

Exactly. I just started listening to the How I Met Your Mother Rewatch podcast with Josh Radnor. It’s one of my favorite shows. I grew up with it and always dreamed about honestly being on a sitcom, like an ensemble sitcom.

I’ve traveled abroad a bit and been recognized, but always by Americans traveling abroad. It’s going to be interesting if I go to Brazil or something, and I’m curious to see if people recognize me and if people watch the show.

We are now four seasons in, and we’ve learned a lot about Sass at this point. But what do you feel you learned about him this season that maybe you didn’t know about him before?

Oh, man. This season is a big one for Sass, especially this later part of the season that we will be coming into. We’re going to find out a lot about him. But that’s a good question.

I think we’re seeing how strong-willed he is and how when he wants something, he is going to fight for it. We hadn’t seen too much of that for him. We’ve seen the mischievous side, the hopeless romantic side, and him dipping his toe into different areas of things that bring him joy. But we haven’t seen him fight for anything too much.

On the flip side of that, what have you learned about yourself over the past few years playing Sass? And also being a part of such a successful and long-running series?

Ooh. One of the biggest things I’ve learned from playing Sass is the space he takes up. At first, especially as an actor, when we started the show, the writers were trying to experiment with Sasappis.

They didn’t know where they wanted him to go very much. They had a general idea of what we wanted, but they didn’t know exactly what direction he would take.

And we ended up finding the space he takes up, he’s not the loud person. He’s not Thor, he’s not Trevor, he’s not that much bigger, larger-than-life, he’s not Hetty. He’s commenting on everybody else, and he is an observer and doesn’t need to be the loudest one in the room. And yet, he’s seen in a way.

But there’s something about him that he can kind of just be in the back a little bit and be like, “Mm, okay.” I don’t know. I feel like I learned if everyone’s being loud in the room, I don’t also need to be loud in the room. That space is already being taken up. I can take up this space over here.

That equated to when I booked the show. I was very nervous and intimidated by the incredible improv and comedic actors I was working with. They’re freaking veterans of comedy, and I did comedy, but I also did a lot of theater and drama.

So, I found myself pulling back a bit, being the observer, and kind of becoming Sass in a way when we were creating the show as the actor-performer.

It was interesting how art imitated life for a bit and still does. And I think the more that I became more comfortable in this space, the more we’ve seen Sass become more comfortable in this space, too. So, it’s been a cool parallel journey.

I love that, I love that.

I think there are two different things there. It’s what he’s looking for versus what he needs. I think what he’s looking for is someone who sees him and makes him feel safe in this. But he has this idea of what the perfect person is, which in his eyes is Shiki.

He’s like, “She’s the perfect person.” Even though we’ve never had a deep conversation, she’s perfect.

I think that’s what he thinks he needs when, in reality, he needs a strong person who’s going to pursue him, love him, choose him, and also be very intelligent. He is a very intelligent person and doesn’t give himself credit enough for that, and he needs someone to challenge him intellectually. And someone funny?

I don’t know. But I think someone strong. He needs a strong person to come into his life to sweep him off his feet and for him to be like, “Oh, oh. Okay, cool. I don’t need to be pining over someone for 500 years who just said hello to me 13 times.”

Yeah, exactly. I think he’s the kind of person who’s a little coy and shy, and it’s so new for him, and he’s a virgin, and he doesn’t know how to maybe take those first steps into a relationship. So, he needs someone to be like, “I like you. Okay? We’re doing this.” And he’s like, “Oh, okay. Sure.”

Exactly. I like that.

Sass, for many of the reasons you’ve mentioned, is such a fan favorite, right? I like it when you describe him as a little judgmental. Some say judgmental, some say real. What do you think it is that people connect with as it relates to him? Is it some of that realness and that bluntness?

Yeah, I definitely think it’s the realness, bluntness. And he’s that voice of reason, that voice of the audience sometimes.

I think people really relate to that. And yeah, he’s a reminder that we all feel alone and out of place, and we all sometimes use judgment and sarcasm to connect. And I think that is what he used for so long because he didn’t have his family or his friends to connect.

So, he found that was the space he was going to take up now.

He’s like, “I’m hanging out with mostly white people.” They were not directly part of the genocide and erasure of his people, but to an extent, he felt so alone for so long that he found this space where maybe he was trying to connect with them.

I’m trying to explain this in a succinct way, but I think sometimes people use judgment and sarcasm as a way to connect, as a way in, even though there is so much hurt behind it.

No, and that’s part of why he’s relatable: Many people relate to that in their lives.

With more seasons on the horizon, what’s something about Sass that you feel is untapped? Something that you feel like you wouldn’t mind seeing explored more in future seasons?

Great question. First and foremost, it would be fun to just dive into his death. I want to know more about that. I’m so curious.

The biggest thing that the cast always talks about is diving deeper into the relationships between the ghosts. It’s always so fun. This season was the first time Flower and Sass had interactions like one-on-one interactions.

I was curious how Sass learned English. That was something I was always really interested in. I was first pitching that he learned with Hetty as she was learning English when she was a baby. He learned English with her.

Of course, I think we’re past that, and we technically can’t do that anymore. But it’d be funny to find a character that he did that with. He would be sitting next to all these little two-year-olds, and they’re all learning English, and he’s just sitting there, and he’d like, “The… Dog.” I think that would be really cute.

It would be.

What’s been your favorite episode this season? If it hasn’t aired yet, then obviously no spoilers. But what’s been your favorite episode?

And that one was so fun to watch because Brandon Scott Jones is just a genius, and all the actors in that episode were so funny. Like Alexander Hamilton (Nat Faxon), he is so talented. What an incredible actor. Watching him work, I was taking notes and saying, “Wow, he’s so good.” It was amazing.

So, that one as a viewer and also watching the episode was just amazing. That one, as a viewer, was one of my favorites.

And then personally, as an actor, these next two that are airing— I’m going to combine them together.

These next two that are airing were very, very fun for me. I wish I could talk more about them now, but I can’t. But they’re really exciting for Sass, especially regarding love. I really want to talk about it, but it’s a really fun storyline, and it was very rewarding and exciting as an actor.

I love the tease. We have to stay tuned now. Before we wrap, I just had a little fun question for you. I enjoyed the last episode, which was the St. Patrick’s one. They were talking about the ghost power tiers.

I think that’s easy— Pete’s.

Pete’s.

Yes.

It’s got to be Pete’s.

I think he would go to New York City and be like, “What happened to my home? This is crazy.” And I think he would like to go to all these Michelin-star restaurants and just smell everything.

There you go. That’d be fun. Well, thank you so much for your time. I appreciate it.

Thank you so much. This was great.

Of course! Enjoy Japan. Have fun. Enjoy your break.

Thank you so much.

[midnightwind]

WIP Wednesday Sunday

tagged by the ever generous @pixiedurango and I am! so late!! so have one fresh off the presses that I am definitely not still writing at this very moment, that would be crazy- so pray enjoy ~1300 words of Renn finding out Viago got demoted while she was away with Varric! (as always, an upcoming snippet from my Rookanis fic Clipped Wings)

A fledgling had beaten Renn to Viago, holding up a stack of papers while the man poured over the documents spread around the table. “Fifth Talon, we have the shipment reports from the last week of activity. Leone has been stationed to watch and will be providing daily reports to the runner.”

She blinked as he tapped once on the tabletop for the reports to be set down, silent as the fledgling Crow was dismissed and scurried away. Her brows furrowed in confusion, a little laugh of disbelief on her lips as a crooked grin stumbled across her face. That wasn’t like Viago at all. Had he truly not noticed? Maybe he was ill, he did tend to push through colds until he was almost delirious. Normally Teia would lock him in a spare room before it reached that point, but maybe they were off again or things were simply too busy. If that was the case, someone needed to be the voice of reason. It wasn’t going to be her, of course, but she could poke the bear and see what happened.

So with her hands tucked behind her back, she sauntered up to the table and dipped her head towards her Talon. “Hey, Vi. How’re you feeling?”

“Busy.” He clipped, signing off on the contract in front of him before shuffling three more in front of himself.

“Of course, of course. I just feel a little concerned considering you let that fledgling use the wrong rank without even a glare.” She nodded solemnly. “You never let people be wrong like that.”

“Busy.” He repeated, sharper and more venomous. Another shuffling of paper passed between them as she waited before he sighed ever so slightly. “I only correct people who are wrong.”

She blinked again, baffled. He must be ill. “Right, obviously. So… why let the fledgling say you were Fifth Talon? You were promoted to Fourth for catching Kortez. Unless I hallucinated that hellish month of waiting for news of you surviving half the Talons being unceremoniously killed on an island. Of course.” A sharp, strained smile was on her lips as she almost ground the words out from behind her teeth.

Briefly he glanced towards her, calculating, before he was back to the paperwork. “I was.”

Was. Past tense. She wanted to tear her hair out with how obtuse he was being. “Vi, are you agreeing that you are Fourth Talon or are you telling me something happened while I was gone?”

“Can’t you go bother Teia? Some of us have a whole order to keep running.” He groused.

“What a grand idea!” She crowed brightly, simmering fury giving her eyes a manic light as she turned to the side. She cupped a hand to her mouth so her voice carried over the Diamond. “Oh Teia, darling, my sweet! I require your assistance!”

That caused Viago’s nose to wrinkle and his shoulders to hitch, but he dutifully kept his head down. She almost let out an annoyed tch as he stood stalwart against her baiting, but it was fine. The game was just beginning. The Seventh Talon soon waltzed to the table, arms held open for Renn. They exchanged kisses on the cheek and a tight hug before the Talon held her at arm’s length.

“My lovely Little Wren, how awful is our bitter snake being?” Teia had adopted a concerned almost motherly tone though she was watching Viago’s reaction from the corner of her eye.

Renn placed a hand to her chest, giving a dramatic sniffle. “Why, beloved, he refuses to tell me if something happened to his rank while I was away! I come with my heart full of concern for his well being and he rebuffs me! Ignores me! Dismisses me! He’s being simply awful.”

It was a classic set up for Teia, an easy turn around for the woman to properly lay into Viago. Except she faltered, her smile seeming to drop from her face. A cold pit opened in her stomach. Something had happened and neither of them wanted to tell her. All the humor drained from her face, the usual crooked smile devolving into a deep frown as she balled her fists at her side. There was a bitter taste in her mouth, betrayal settling like a rotten yoke on her shoulders.

“Teia, Viago, what happened?” Her voice was level, almost bland.

“Ah, well…” Teia started haltingly.

“I was demoted back to Fifth Talon.” Viago interrupted, gaze still focused on his paperwork.

She ground her teeth in frustration. “Why? And why keep it from me? When did it happen?” She snapped a withering glare on Teia. “We exchanged news almost every month I was away and you never mentioned it.”

“I knew it would upset you and it already sounded like things were rough in your letters.” Teia shrugged. “You couldn’t change anything while you were outside Antiva so it didn’t seem worth mentioning.”

“And we knew you would do something stupid.” Viago snapped.

“I wouldn’t-” With a jerking snap of her head she cut herself off, closed her eyes, and took three long breaths. “Why,”  she started again, slower and calmer, “would I have done something stupid about it?”

“Everything you do is-” Viago sneered before she snarled at him. He stood up a little straighter, finally looking at her. “You ruined a raid planned by the Talons working together. They were not satisfied with just exiling you for a time. For my failing, I was demoted.”

She reeled for a moment, her stomach dropping out from under her. The job had been a proper exile, they just neglected to tell her that. It was a miracle she had been allowed to seek an audience with the First Talon without being greeted by a dagger to the heart. She braced herself on the edge of the table. She had cost Viago the seat of Fourth Talon. Her knees felt weak. There was a tremble settling in her body and each breath was shivering.

“How many voted to demote you?” Her voice was small and quiet.

“It was unanimous.” Teia murmured, refusing to make eye contact.

A wave of blinding fury swept through her, the world turning white with her rage before she pulled in a gulping breath. “Call the meeting again. Let me speak to them.”

“No.” The Talons spoke in unison.

“Do it.” She snarled, her hand clawing at the edge of the table. “It wasn’t your fault. Let me take responsibility like I wanted to a year ago.”

Viago rolled his eyes, almost huffing, as he pressed his hands flat on the tabletop. “And what will that do, Mirenna? What message does that send?”

“It wasn’t your fault.” She pressed, almost desperate now. “It was my fuck up. The punishment-”

“Was meted and served.” He snapped. “If you bring it back up, it makes me look weak. Again. 'I can’t keep my subordinates in line, I have to take the blame for them, I would do anything for them so I’m an easy mark.' You would have me look inept before the other Talons so you can, what? Feel better?”

A low keening escaped her, an ache in her chest. “If they were willing to strip you so easily of your seat, what else will they take? What more will they blame on you just to chip away at it all?” She braced herself against the table, a hand clutching at her collar. “Vi, if anything happens to you, none of this matters. Nothing I do matters. If this is the start of the end, if I caused everything to go wrong…”

He scoffed at her, disdain heavy in his voice. “You act as if you’re my bodyguard.”

“What other purpose do I have? What else would I do?” She whispered.

“You’re the one who wanted to abandon your role as my rabid dog. I have no need of a bleeding heart, no need of such weakness tied to my name.” His voice was low, gaze sharp and cold.

[smoky-solitude]

6D Dungeons & Dragons Characters

Fitz = blue dragonborn ranger (breath weapon, tail, and have an animal companion?? Doesn’t care Dragonborn is mechanically the worst PHB race)

Beloved = tiefling sorcerer (draconic, blue) (hot and naturally good at everything worth being good at)

Chade = drow warlock (he wanted to surprise everyone with his character and surprised no one) (angrily makes a rogue when he causes a TPK with a poorly placed Hunger of Hadar)

Kettricken = elf cleric (someone has to keep the party alive)

Patience = gnome druid (obviously)

Lacey = dwarf fighter (“oh well I suppose I’ll play,” by far the most effective character)

Dutiful = half-elf monk (drawn to monk ideals of perfection but also indecisive)

Nettle = gnome wizard (evocation) (she breaks free of the older sister mindset to be a chaos gremlin with carve spells)

Hap = half-elf fighter (creates boring character in attempt to be useful, but will create increasingly unhinged characters over time)

Burrich = dwarf paladin (stalwart and loyal, doesn’t understand the game. Often wanders away from the table and leave oldest son Chivalry to play for him)

Molly = halfling barbarian (relieved to have a safe place for her rage, enjoys being small and hitting hard)

Verity = half-orc barbarian (party notetaker. Prefers watching to playing)

Starling = tiefling bard (obviously)

Thick = halfling rogue (likes rolling a lot of dice)

Web = half-elf bard (likes talking to everyone, moves easily in both worlds)

Bee = goblin sorcerer (wild magic) (enjoys causing chaos by ‘accident,’ and claims it isn’t her fault that wild magic works like that. Wrecks havoc and calls it ‘character choice’)

Bonus villains!

Regal: noble elf warlock (how will they know I sold my soul? I’m a noble elf)

Illi: drow wizard (necromancy) (wants to have legions following her, doesn’t want to keep them alive)

Rawbread: half-orc barbarian (has lost a dozen nearly identical characters, Illi has them all in her undead army)

Dwalia: halfling cleric (‘it’s what my goddess commands, I must follow her instructions’)

Thoughts? Other characters, LST, or RWC?

[galusandmalus]

"but for his son, he was bringing to his home from Sparta the daughter of Alector, even for the stalwart Megapenthes, who was his son well-beloved,1 born of a slave woman; for to Helen, the gods vouchsafed issue no more after that she had at the first borne her lovely child, Hermione, who had the beauty of golden Aphrodite. [15] So they were feasting in the great high-roofed hall, the neighbors and kinsfolk of glorious Menelaus, and making merry" (book 4, Perseus Project, omg named after my favorite hero)

so 1 I guess Megapenthes is old enough to marry, right,

2. It looks like the guy is on pretty good terms with everyone, considering he's invited to the cookout and has a good time. 3. wait, can Helen not have more kids cuz of Hermione being blessed by Aphrodite? Is that the reason Menelaus cheated (I doubt it)? But it's weird that the bastard son and whatever the vouchsafe line means are so close together. Could his being named Great Sorrow mean his mother died in childbirth?

btw this is not a statement phrased as a question. I would like actual help in understanding and answers or theories.