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vamprisms · 2 years ago
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sister poll to the last one
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kanene-yaaay · 3 years ago
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Yellow, Black, Blue and Warmth
Kanene’s note: I am very proud of this sdfghjqswerty.
Warnings, fun facts, random things and stuff:
* This characters don’t belongs to me! They all belong to the anime/manga Boku no Hero.
* This is a SFW tickle fanfic. ^w^)b
* This is Lee!Toshinori with Ler!Hizashi + Ler!Aizawa. Platonic or Romantic. Around 4.500 words.
* This has mouth tickles (raspberries, nibbles, tickly kisses...), teasy nicknames, use of the spotlight system (green, yellow and red) and baby talk. If there is anything that needs to be tagged just lemme know! 
* Sorry for any spelling, pontuation and grammar mistakes! Any and every advice is very very welcome! \(-w-)/
* Tell someone that makes you feel safe how much they matter to you. If you want, no words are needed. Sometimes just an emoji or ‘this reminds of you’ is needed. Don’t forget you’re especial to someone, as well. <33
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“W-wait!”
 His arms twitched on their position above his head and, not for the first time, he felt himself starting to lower them in a desperate urge to hide his flaming face adorned by a soft, uncontrollable kind of smile that only a few people in the world could claim the happiness of seeing.
 A warm hand rested on the right side of his ribcage and nails positioned themselves under his toes, two playful gazes looking at him, warningly.
 “Let’s-” a quiet gasp escaped from his lips when he tried to make a placating gesture with his hands and lowered them further, making the nimbly fingers start to wiggle restlessly on his spots. “I aham sure we can think another solution for this p-problem!”
 Goosebumps ran freely across his body in a wave of warm and excitement as the concentrated, evil black eyes blinked lazily at him, their owner not dignifying himself with an answer before he shoved his face back on the right side of his stomach, nuzzling and humming calmly, his nose exploring, drawing shapes on the ticklish skin, the adult being extremely careful and attentive enough so every vibration seemed to buzz on every and any of his so, so sensitive nerves, leading his back to arch with the unbearable sensation and the “attacker” to smirk in his quietness.
 “I-I beg f-for you to reconside-eek!” He squirmed harder as a low ‘oh’ was pronounced, trying - with not nearly all his strength, if he was being honest, but no one needed to know that - to dislodge the other adult from the newly found sweet spot right next to his hip, which was currently being rustless attacked with soft, barely there kisses that, no matter how much he buckled, refused to move. “Please, please. Yohou don’t have to d-do this!”
 His barriers were starting to crumble, quiet sounds beginning to find their way out of his firmly pressed lips, red growing more on his face as an awed cooing researched his ears and the long, awfully long nails lightly scratched the arch of his feet, making themselves known. They prodded, scribbled and danced skillfully across his sole, circling the weak spots that, for the way the blonde’s grin widened every time he stumbled in a new one, wouldn’t be forgotten that easily.
 And then Toshinori giggled. 
 That was when he realized he was doomed.
“Aw, but I do think we do! Who wouldn’t want to hear more of that cute laughter of yours, my dear squeaky listener?”
 “Hi-hizashi-san!”
 “Yes, my wiggly wiggley bear? What is the matter? You seem rather smiley today. ~” Hizashi sing-sang, an only one finger focusing at that lovely spot right under the ball of his feet that made him squeal in a poorly hidden delight, his laughter starting to overcome his titters. Especially as Shouta decided to be a little more hands-on and weak, almost maddening touches were spidered on Yagi’s right side, not helping at all the flow of high pitched squeaks escaping from his mouth. “Does that tickle? Huh? Does that tickle tickle tickle you so much that it makes you want to give us all that amazing squealing squeals and cute yelps? Aw, isn’t that so kind of him, Shou?”
 “You think that after so much hero work the Symbol of Peace would have gotten at least a bit of a resistance.” Aizawa pointed, not bothering to lift his head so his words wouldn’t be muffled as they hit directly Toshinori’s tummy, not even a drop of remorse on his tune as his act made the aforementioned to crackle, kicking as a series of ‘nonono’s filled the room. “Don’t you agree, Toshinori? Just a few well placed tickles here and there and then All Might would be begging for mercy in a few seconds. Tsk. So ticklish, so helpless, so cute.”
 Aizawa didn’t call them cute often. He did, however, reconsider his choice when his gaze quickly locked on Yagi, a nice feeling bubbling in his chest with the other’s half whine, half giggle, his wobbly, happy smile almost disappearing under all the blush that consumed his features.
  “Right!” Yamada experimentally squeezed his calf, beaming when a guffaw answered him, the leg tugging halfheartedly on his grip, arms hugging himself to not push them away. “But that is no problem! We are teachers, after all. Teachers very capable of teaching him how to increase his endurance, and I think I have the perfect idea of a lesson to help him.”
 Yagi was dying. Part of himself wanted to flee away from all the attention, all the warm, caring touches and compliments and that absurdly insufferable sensation that still tingled his body even now, when Shouta and Hizashi stopped to loom over his form with matching evil smirks, making it almost impossible for him to not hide his face and curl in a silly, rather giggly ball.
 The words of the previous finally sank in his mind and he fiercely shook his head, not trusting his own mouth and trying to not let the amusement he felt blooming on him to drip on his move.
 “Awesome! Thank you for agreeing, tickly listener. It’s amazing to know you’re also as eager for this just as we are!”
 “But I did not-” A true shriek cut his words as Aizawa dug his fingers on his armpits, resulting in a sea of wild giggles to overtake him. The tickles being mean enough to be able to completely dissolve his protests, although also the right amount of light so Yamada’s teasy words would still be able to be heard above him.
 “So!” The Voice Hero clapped joyfully, getting even more excited at the other's reactions. “The best way to be prepared for any situation is to train! Practice! You need to be prepared to all resist to any and every trickys tickly tickle technique that exists, which means scribbles, scratches, squeezes, kneads, nibbles, nuzzles, kisses, spidering, nursery rhymes, and ooooh, of course, raspberries!” Hizashi nodded once, determined.
 “I can’t!” Yagi threw his attempts of forming entire, coherent sentences out of the window, his brain basically short-circuiting on Hizashi’s first examples. “Please, please, I swear! I cahahan’t!”
 “Oh, don’t worry my dear sweet, squirmy listener, it’s really a lot of work to do... But! You will not be doing it alone! Me and Shouta will be here cheering and helping you for hours and hours and hours until you master the whooole lesson. And," the blonde got closer, lowering his tune until his words were just a breath on Yagi's ears, teasing the sensitive spot no matter how much he shrugged and shook his head. "If you get something wrong all we need to do it's just start aaaall over and over again, right, Shou?!”
 “Oh gohod.”
 “Of course, I don’t waste my time with someone who doesn’t have potential.”
 Aizawa’s predator smirk and tone maybe would be scarier if it wasn't broken by Yamada’s loud cooing, the taller coming back to his previous position as he rested a quick squeeze on Shouta's hip, fishing a surprised snort and a warningly glance from the black haired man, who, on his turn received an innocent whistling as an answer. Toshinori chuckled in amusement at the scene, gratefully taking the breather.
 “Better be careful,” Yagi’s tune was innocent, with a titter dropping here and there, still, a dangerous shine gleamed intensely on his blue eyes, “so that lesson won’t backfire on you in the future.”
 Aizawa stared at him, the tip of his lips curling in a barely there grin that heavily contrasted and complemented Yamada’s dramatic gasp in betrayal.
 “Very well.” Eraserhead said, positioning himself on top of his legs, successfully pining him on the mattress. "Let's take care of any riot that might happen right now, then."
 Suddenly, All Might senses all the confidence he felt not a few seconds ago to transform in butterflies flying in despair on his stomach. Shouta’s shadow stood above him, the usual bored expression plastered on his features as his face lowered closer and closer of the blonde, stopping just a few centimeters from his ear.
  Toshinori held his breath in anticipation.
 “Green?”
 Something… something he couldn’t really nominate melted in his heart and for a moment he forgot how words worked.
 He really loved them both so much.
 “Green.”
 Shouta chuckled.
 "Good." He adjusted himself, resting their foreheads together and capturing those blue eyes to himself. "Giggles, titters, whines… every sound you make I will be able to hear clearly so be very, very careful and don't laugh.”
 Toshinori gasped when the feeling of skilled hands, scratching and kneading his side shoot through him. The offending fingers danced slowly, taking their time on each weak spots before switching to another one, a bit too close of his stomach or his spine, completely oblivious to how Toshinori's chest already shook with trapped sounds. Toshinori realized, maybe too late, how their new position prevented him to perceive where Aizawa would attack next, every time the black-haired hero changed his target to an unexpected spot adding a tear in his barriers, the squeaks and crackles getting stronger and harder to contain.
 “So, sweetpea, how would you rate your ticklish experience from one to ten, so far?” Yagi couldn’t help the way his body twitched and squirmed involuntarily at Yamada’s voice, his imagination unhelpfully whispering that, at any moment, any moment now, Hizashi would give up from his purely verbal teases and be touchier. “One being ‘That Is All You Can Do?’ and ten being ‘This Is Everything I ever Dreamed About Please Don’t ever Stop?’” 
 “P-p-lease!”
 “That is not a number.” Aizawa observed, jumping in his friend’s teasing at the same time he stopped, thinking about something until his eyes shone. His voice was velvety, almost as a purring. “But that can be helped. Here, I will refresh your memory.” A finger pressed on the lowest rib on his right and the blonde’s eyes widened, a snort flying from his lips, his head shaking from one side to other, a pleading gaze.
 “Wait! Aizawa, please, wait! I will do anything!”
 “What.” Suddenly the finger was replaced by the whole hand shaped as a claw, the spot where it touched tingled in anticipation. “Did you call me?”
 Aizawa was adamant about very few things, actually.
 Hizashi chuckled darkly, free of any pity, next to him. “I think he is asking for it, Shou.”
 Do not mess with his cats. Do not mess with his kids. Do not wake him up. Do not eat his jelly porches and, of course, if he gave you the permission to call him by his first name, use it.
 “No, no, no! I meant! I meheheant Shouta!”
 Of course, except for the first two, he didn’t actually care that much for when the others were ignored by his close friends, but - he curled his fingers, watching as Yagi continued to squirm and snicker at every twitch of his fingers - that didn’t mean he wouldn’t have his fun with this slip. 
 “And also,” again, Yamada pipped in, “he just giggled, didn’t you just said him to not laugh?”
 “I did.” 
 “Please! Anything! Anything you want! Just name it! I will givehe you anythihihihing.”
 Aizawa adjusted himself so his lips would rest on Yagi’s neck, he sighed deeply, relaxed. 
 “Then give me your laughter.”
 And he started.
 The fingers dug on his spot, prodding and scribbling in attacks which danced in a perfect synchrony with the fast nibbles assaulting all the sensitive skin he could reach, expertly dodging from all the trashing, the attacks seemingly to only be fueled by his shrieks.
 “An autograph!” loud, booming laughter exploded, snorts and an intelligible mix of half English and half Japanese painting his words stumbling and falling nonstop from his mouth. Yagi lost track of what he was saying the moment a raspberry was placed right under his chin and the hand tased his side, vibrating and vibrating and vibrating there for what seemed an entire eternity. “Rare merchandise! My house! Anything, I swear, anything but this!”
 “Oh my god.” Hizashi braced himself on the wall, his conflicted heart torn between cooing and teasing the other for how much adorable he was being and giggling in joy with his funny reactions. “Oh my god. Shouta, please, don’t ever stop tickling him, this is the most precious scene I witnessed in my whole life.”
 Shouta felt tempted to agree, however, after a couple of minutes, he stopped, shoving his face on the other’s shoulder to hide his own soft chuckles, being accompanied by the residual, bubbling giggles. They waited until his breath became steadier before the one with black, deep eyes stared at the watery, gleaming blue ones.
 “Shoutahaha…”
 “Just one more spot, okay?”
 Toshinori closed his eyes, nodding before trying to hide his expression under his hands, being stopped by Yamada, who took each one of them gently and gave a kiss on his knuckles, lacing their fingers, knowing very well Yagi wouldn’t attempt to pry them away like this. 
 “No hiding your beautiful face, remember?” Yagi wanted to huff in annoyance at the unprompted tease, but it was being said with such lovely care that he couldn’t help but melt under it, especially when Shouta began to bombard the place behind his ear with kisses and small raspberries, descending him in quiet titters and silent laughter sprinkled with sporadic guffaws.
 After a few more of kisses, tickles and fast, inaudible giggles he ceased his attack, giving a last nibble on his ear before getting up from him, letting the Symbol of Peace recompose himself between his blush and gigantic smile, offering a cup of water when his laughter stopped to fly across the room, all of them enjoying the silence as Toshinori drank the liquid, thanking Shouta.
 “Green?” Hizashi asked, stepping a little closer, a shy grin on his lips.
 “Oh my… Why do you have to make me say that?” Toshinori squeezed their hands, huffing and deviating his gaze. “Green.”
 The blinding smile that was sent in his way seemed to have enough shine to light up the whole house. “Let’s jam!”
 The Voice Hero tried to untwine their hands kindly, blinking in surprise when the other only held them more fiercely. He tried again, same result. Behind them Shouta snorted, amused.
 “Giggly bear, my sweetpea, you will have to let go of my hands.”
 “Absolutely not, you will attack me.”
 Yagi stared at him with a challenge in his face, daring the hero to do something about that.
 “Well…” Hizashi winked playfully. “I always have my mouth, and, you know? That wiggly wiggley yummy tummy of yours seems to be asking for a couple or maybe a dozen of raspberries… ~”
 “Wait, no!” Toshinori squirmed, instinctively sucking his belly. “Don’t!”
 “Aw, but that is such a pity! I was thinking about being a bit merciful today, you know? Maybe some skittering under your knees, being sure to give enough attention to every inch of both of them, I mean, we don’t want anyone feeling left out of the fun, of course! Then I would give one or two squeezes on them, a swift under your wiggly wiggley toes, a few scratches on your squirmy feet and voilá! A happy, silly, giggly Yagi ready to go. But, well, now I believe I don’t have another choice except place all the mean raspberries aaaall over your unprotected stomach and sides and ribs and sides and neck and ribs and-”
 “Stop, stop!” Toshinori let go of his hands in order to hug his tingling torso, curling in a defense ball, trying to stop the feeling of the imaginary tickles. “J-just get over it!”
 “Aw,” Hizashi placed a kiss on his temple, smiling softly for a piece of moment before letting it turn into an evil grin. “Your wish is an order, my adorably ticklish bear.”
 He positioned his hands in each leg, grazing his nails from the bottom of his calves and lightly scribbling their way up to the wonderfully sensitive spot under his knee, taking his time to draw spirals and rivers on the skin, being very content to feel the other squirm under his touches, huffs of laughter puffing from his lips. “Hey, Toshi, can I ask a question?”
 “Fuck,” he squeaked when an unexpected pinch was placed on his hip before Hizashi innocently continued his previous attack. “Y-you may.”
 “Right! But, first of all, let me take care of this two...” Yamada smiled, completely unfazed as he sat on the bed, holding both ankles and lifting before resting them on his shoulders. “There you go, squirmy toy! All comfy and unable to wiggle away from my curious, tickly fingers!”
 “He is going to kick you.” Aizawa rolled his eyes, getting closer until he could get a firm, yet gentle, grip on Yagi’s ankles, truly preventing him from moving them. “Here. Now ask your question.”
 “Thank you, babe.” Hizashi relished on the way Aizawa’s ears were painted in red before beaming again at Toshinori, who kept trying to pull his legs away from his predicament, and seeming to take the fact that he wasn’t laughing his head off as a personal offense. He rested his hands on his knees again, one of them squeezing them skillfully while the other scratched the sensitive skin underneath it. “So, Toshinori, what do you think it tickles more? When I squeeze, squeeze, squeeze those adorable ticklish kneecaps or when I tickle tickle tickle them silly?”
 “No, no, no!”
 “No?! Aw, I am afraid that isn’t really the answer I am looking for, darling… But that is okay! Do you know what I am going to do now, Toshi? Huh? Do you know?” 
 Yagi just shook his head, knowing pretty well that anything said would just fuel the evil words dripping freely from the other’s mouth.
 “Not even a guess?” He changed his technique to lightly tease with plentiful of scribbles the sensitive spot with just the tip of his fingers. “An itsy bitsy tiny guess? Awn.” A fake pout adorned his face. His fingers ascended a bit more, now tormenting the thighs, their owner smiling wide as the squirms began to get stronger, drawing circles around the little weak spots he knew that would fish the wildest laughter. “But I will tell you anyway! Because the Tickle Monster is feeling very kind today. I am going to get those sensitives calves riiiight here!” 
 “Hizashi!” Yagi tried to pull his legs again, his giggles becoming more frantic as he realized they didn’t even buckle from their spot. “I can’t. I promise you, I can’t! Hihihihizashi!”
 “But I do think you can! I believe in you, Toshinori. You’re such a strong, nice tickle bug. I think you definitely can take some good cootchie-coothie-coos right here!” He poked. “And here” Poke. “And here, and here, and here, here, here!” 
 Suddenly a sea of pokes - just that, just tiny, harmless, quick pokes that shouldn’t be able to make him feel even more ticklish than he already was - assaulted his calves, some surprising pinches and clawing also making an appearance and disappearing just as fast as they came.
 “Shut up, please, shut up!” Throwing his head with loud, squealing chortles, Toshinori pleaded, his mind overtaken with how much it tickled and how unbearable it was and how amazing all of this felt. 
 “Gasp! Toshi! How can you say that? The Tickle Monster thought you loved his teases. Why would you want them to ever stop? Do they make you feel more ticklish? Huh? Do they? Do all my silly teases and tickly attacks make the big, strong Yagi Toshinori become a very lovely and adorable mess of those cute sounds? Huh?”
 “Don’t you think how great would it be if we just stayed like this forever? Me, here, playing with you and your awfully helpless toes,” at the mention of the new spot Yamada changed his target, making the other to arch his back and shriek in belly laughter as fingers attacked under his toes, tickling and digging unmercifully at every single one of them. “and hearing this wonderful laughter! Don’t even make me start about your laughter! It is music to my ears.”
 When nothing but a series of snorts and loud laughter answered him, the blonde decided to stop his tickles, slowing them until his warm hands just rested there, peacefully.
 Toshinori wiped the single tear that traveled to his hot cheek, just a quick glance in Aizawa and Yamada’s general direction being enough to make his giggles start a-new.
 “I am not even doing nothing to you.” The tease couldn’t be helped, especially as his giggles got stronger and, consequently, quieter.
 “Your hands!”
 “My hands? What about them?” Hizashi shouldn’t be allowed to feel that much smug nor powerful.
 “They’re just…” A flow of intelligible noises fell from Yagi’s lips, and he decided to try again. “They’re just there! It tickles!”
 “Now, it does?”
 “I would never have guessed.” Aizawa deadpanned, watching as the other wiggled and squirmed in protest.
 “Right? I mean, they’re just chilling there. No moving, no tickling and Toshinori attacks them like that! I would feel wounded, but I guess he is really just a very ticklish giggle bug. Shouta, what are we going to do? The lesson clearly isn’t working… Oh, I wonder if there is something I could do to stop tickling him...”
 “Just take them off there!” Yagi gasped when the fingers started to skitter around his ankles, another newly discovered sweet spot that erupted a new round of snorts. “No!”
 “I don’t think there is anything that can be done. We could just stop and stare at him and he would be laughing uncontrollably in three seconds.” Aizawa remarked.
 “He is just too much sensitive, ya know? Just an itsy bitsy touch and you get him all giggly and blushy.” 
 “Am nohohot!”
 “And helpless too. Cute and helpless.”
 “Shouta, plehehease, let me go!”
 “Yean, absolutely.” Hizashi agreed, shaking his head with fake sadness, a tiny grin blooming on his lips. “I guess this is our fate, Sho, to hear him laugh and squeal and snort and giggle-giggle-giggle at anything we do.”
 “A pity.”
 “Enough!” Both stopped, hearing the light of tiredness painting Yagi’s tune. “That- haha, that is enough, please.”
 “Yellow?”
 “Red.” Toshinori smiled, feeling yet too shy to find their gazes with his. “I'm just an old man with one lung.”
 Hizashi snorted, offering him a bottle of water and heading to the kitchen to make his special tea - after all, no one knew a better recipe for tired throats than the Voice Hero himself, - and Aizawa just rolled his eyes, sitting on the mattress and massaging his feet, a calming gesture that helped both to relax as they enjoyed the silence with the phantom laughter and reminiscent giddiness that still ran on their veins.
 “Shouta,” Toshinori lightly hit the other’s thigh with his free feet until the black haired one turned his attention to him, not even slightly prepared for the soft, incredibly soft, expression and gleaming, energetic eyes which found his. “Thank you.”
 Aizawa scoffed, quickly trying to brush off the warmth engulfing his heart and smile that tried at all cost to appear on his features. 
 “It was very… enjoyable.” Toshinori pressed further, tipping his head to the side in an attempt to see his expression. “Your technique is very effective! You don’t rely a lot on verbal teases but the way you can mix different attacks and keep track of which spots bring the most reactions is very impressive! Not to mention-” A squeak broke his thoughts when a mean squeeze was delivered on his calf, Aizawa huffing before massaging the local to make the tingles go away.
 “Continue with this and I will not be above ganging up with Hizashi to wreck you, again.”
 “If it’s Complementing Eraserhead hours and you’re being too stubborn to accept the deserved nice words I think it’s very clear who I will end up helping.” Hizashi remarked as he got into the room, distributing the tea before squishing himself between them, almost spilling the drink as a warning tickle on his stomach made him jump.
 “Hey!” The one being called just quirked an eyebrow at him, almost challenging. Hizashi just shrugged. “It would still be worth it.”
 “Yagi,” Toshinori blinked, surprised at being pulled on their usual bickering, staring Aizawa above the rim of his mug. “Analyses about Hizashi as the ler.”
 An inhumane screech flew from Yamada’s lips. “Don’t you dare!”
 When he was over, sneaking one and other praise for Eraserhead here and there, they were all laid on the bed, limbs entangled due both the magnetism that seemed to pull them together and the fact that if it wasn’t for it, Yamada would have already fled from the room on the shine of Yagi’s first word.
 “I don’t like you.” The one with long, blond hair complained, grumbling when his sentence only made the others snuggle closer, snickering. “None of you. You’re both very mean and dirty traitors and I am going to scream.”
 “Don’t.” Aizawa slurred from somewhere behind Toshinori, his tune showing he was almost asleep. Hizashi, who already forgave them for their “betray” searched for his waist, resting his arm on it and very lightly scratching the base of his back, a spot he knew would make the underground hero absolutely melt. Toshinori captured his free hand, coming close and humming softly as his finger traced the lines on his palm.
 Soft. Good. Warm.
 At some point of the conversation, someone had turned the television on, and for a few pieces of moment the show playing in the background was the only thing that filled the silence.
 “Hey, Toshi.”
 “Yes?”
 “I know you don’t like a lot of attention when the tickling is over but… thank you.” A quick kiss was delivered on his forehead, happy to see no trace of discomfort on the other’s features, only a tiny, timid smile. “Thank you.”
 “Go to sleep, Hizashi.” And then he kissed his knuckles, just like Hizashi did back then, and Shouta murmured something, pulling them closer and Hizashi smiled and the television started to grow more and more silent.
 “Ok.”
 After that, everything was soft, good, warm.
[~*~]
Inspirations!
* That entire AllEraserMic tickle series that I absolutely live for
* The teases from the fanfics of that amazing author
* A very especific post about cute reactions when the lee is being tickled but I can’t find it so please enjoy Onion’s blog (the op)  instead. His blog is gold.
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frostsinth · 4 years ago
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She groaned, raising herself slowly up from the rock where she lay, cradling her throbbing head. What happened? The last thing she remembered was reminiscing along the rocks by the water; a place she had spent most of her childhood. But now where was she? She could hear the soft sound of lapping water, and the air smelled cool and damp. But it was hard to see; there were only a few thin shafts of light coming down from overhead. How had she gotten here? And for gods’ sake! Where were her clothes??
She wrapped her arms tightly around herself, staring wide eyed around what seemed to be a cave. The soft lapping of water suddenly turned to a louder slap, and a cold chill ran down her spine. As if something was moving through the water, and she definitely got the distinct feeling of being watched.
She spun sharply, and the soft glint of light flickered off the surface of the cave water. It rippled towards her, licking against the side of the shallow rock ledge she was on. She peered out, trying to make out the edge of the cave, or an opening somewhere, her heart thudding in her chest.
Something gold flashed just above the water’s surface.
She gasped as a large mass suddenly slithered forward through the water, slowly gaining on the rock. As quick as she could, the woman scrambled backward, skidding and slipping on the wet boulder.
The huge creature grabbed at the edge of the rock, yanking itself up. When it raised out of the water, it looked almost human. Save for a bulbous brow and large, glittering golden eyes. But the more of it that slithered from the water, the less human it became. Where there should have been hips and legs, there were tentacles; eight of them, grabbing and pulling and sliding the creature out of the water. It grinned, and sharp, pointed white teeth glittered in the faint beams of light.
She screamed, falling back, kicking out with her legs to fend off an impending attack... But it didn’t attack. Just perched at the edge of the rock and frowned, cocking its head to the side. 
“Stop that.” It gurgled, and its voice sounded like it was speaking through a mouthful of water.
The woman jerked in surprise, slipping over herself as she tried to sit back up. She blinked a few times, but she was sure that creature really was sitting before her. It wasn’t her imagination. And it had definitely just spoken.
“Wh-wh-??” She stammered, absolutely dumbstruck.
The creature grinned again, and inched closer. She stifled a gasp, sliding a little further to find her back hitting stone. She was cornered, and her eyes went wide, her heart racing wildly in her chest.
“What, you don’t recognize me?” It asked, and then it seemed to pout, slowly stretching out on its humanoid stomach and propping its square chin on its hands. It’s long tentacles twitched and curled in the air behind it. Much less frightening than before... she frowned. There was something hauntingly familiar about it. Though she couldn’t imagine she would have ever forgotten meeting a creature like this.
It only stayed like that for a moment, but quick as a wink it was back up, stretching up to tower over her. Reaching out with hands and suckers. She winced, jerking back, her mouth dropping open. It stopped, then cocked its head to the side again, letting long, seaweed green locks of hair pool in wet piles about its shoulders. Sinking lower to the rock, back to her eye level.
Its grin returned. “You’ve changed a lot too, you know. We were just kids the last time I saw you...”
His golden eyes caught the light, glinting mischievously. Familiarly... Her eyes shot so wide, she thought they might just fall out of their sockets, and she gasped again. He grinned wider as the realization filled her face.
“...Guppy?” She breathed.
He spread his arms magnanimously, as if presenting himself to her, and smirked. “Hey, little Gull.”
“Oh my GODS! GUPPY!” 
Forgetting herself for a moment, the woman flung herself forward, wrapping her arms around her childhood friend. Imaginary friend, she had come to believe. She had completely buried the dozens of summers she had spent playing on the rocky shore with the mysterious little boy with blue-green skin and sticky suckers for feet. Those had been lonely times for her, after all. Of course she would have made up a friend to play with! Even such an odd one. But those eyes... she would never ever be able to forget those eyes of his.
He seemed surprised at her sudden hug, but quickly recovered. It all came flooding back to her as he wrapped his arms around her. His briny scent filled her nose, and she remembered many long days under the sun and waves. She could hardly believe it, and found herself overflowing with a hundred competing emotions at once.
He laughed, giving her a gentle squeeze, seeming quite pleased that she had remembered him. She felt his tentacles curling about her as well, and a sudden shiver ran down her spine. “You’re the only one who’s ever called me that. Not many would dare now-adays.” He mused as she leaned back to look up at him. “Most just go with the full ‘Gupslessiano’. But you never could say it.”
She quickly realized her mouth was still dropped open, and clamped it shut. “I.. I thought I’d made you up!” She gasped, shaking her head in disbelief. “I.. I can’t believe you’re real!”
His grin returned, and she jumped as one of his tentacles brushed her short hair back out of her face. “Honestly... I kinda thought I dreamed you up too. But when I saw you on the beach earlier-”
“The beach?” She echoed, then looked around, “How did I... Did you bring me here?”
He shrugged, leaning back on one hand. Another tentacle plopped lazily across her lap, and she stared down at it in surprise. “I was thinking about calling out to you, but you slipped. Hit your head and started sinking below the waves.” He smirked at me. “Luckily I happened to remember you couldn’t breath underwater, so fished you out. Still haven’t learned how to swim, little Gull?”
Another of his many tentacles began snaking around her hips, and a hot blush suddenly ran up her cheeks as she remembered her current state.
“Umm, Guppy? Where exactly are my clothes?”
“Clothes?” He replied, frowning. “You mean those strange fishing nets you were all tangled up in? Didn’t seem very comfortable. I got rid of them.”
She stared at him, and the hot flush spread to her ears. Her childhood friend had grown; he was nearly double her size, not counting his many thickly muscled limbs, and his chubby cheeks and rounded baby fat had given way to a chiseled jaw and matured torso. What had once been little specks of yellow on his skin were now sparkling scales that looked like gold inlaid atop his deep emerald tentacles. She watched the flash of red as the gills at his neck sucked greedily for air. He grinned under her scrutiny, baring sharp, predator teeth instead of the tiny rounded little nubs she recalled teasing him about. Especially when he had started to lose them. This was certainly not the little Guppy she remembered.
He slowly stroked her hair back with the tip of one long tentacle again, and she leaned away from him with her breath catching in her throat. She resisted the urge to jump as another of his eight limbs slowly began wrapping around her wrist. But she couldn’t keep her heart from racing as yet another gently curled around her hips.
“Wh-what are we doing here, Guppy?” She stammered, glancing nervously about the dark cave. “Why did you bring me here?”
One big hand reached out, cupping the back of her neck. “I forgot you existed, little Gull, but when I saw you on that beach-” She reached up, placing her hand on his chest nervously “-It all came back to me. And I remembered the promise I made to you.”
“Promise?” she repeated, shivering as his tentacles wrapped a little tighter around her. “What promise?”
He’s toothy grin grew wider. “Why, to take you away with me, of course!”
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I am Machine: Chapter 7
Cookies were a great comfort.
So was talking to Helpy, who could be a great listener but also ask very good questions without being too invasive, Alec had pretty much confirmed the suspicion that his personality was loosely like a young child; curious, happy and sweet.
He found he was actually comparing him to Hazel for a few minutes. They were both very happy, kind and.....
But he made Hazel cry.
His biggest regret.
Helpy had noticed and asked if he was okay, then he said:
“Are you thinking about your family Alec...? How much you miss them...? You know they do love you... They just don't know you're lost... If they knew... They would look for you, Lefty has looked for me before when I've been lost... Because he knew I was lost.”
It was a good point. No one knew what happened. He doubted the possibility happening but if the Fake Alec gave away that he wasn't who he appeared, his family would be actively looking for him, and their search would probably bring them here.
But if that thing has pretended to be me for months on end, then it wouldn’t be easily exposed.
Lefty appeared at 9:30 pm.
“Hey, how was it today?” Helpy asked.
“It was okay... Some stuff different day....” Lefty responded, “Helpy... Chica made some hot jambalaya... Go eat...”
“Ooh, I love jambalaya! I'll be right back!” Helpy nodded.
When Helpy left the room, Lefty closed the door and spoke, “Lewis told me you got upset... I can understand why...”
It occurred to Alec at that moment that Lefty purposely sent Helpy away to talk with him privately.
“Are you okay..? It's okay if you aren't... I mean... I wouldn't be okay if I was in your shoes.”
“Can you tell me about Lucky?” Alec asked, wanting to know before he forgot the name, Lefty's eyes widen, either by shock or curiosity as to where Alec learnt that name.
It appeared to be more like shock. “Lewis mentioned him... Can you tell me?” Alec continued.
“I don't want Helpy to remember... Don't tell him...” Lefty was warning him to keep it a secret essentially, Alec nodded acknowledging that he would not tell anyone else.
Lefty walked over to his bed and sat down, “Sit here... I guess it's fair to tell you....” Lefty patted a spot by his side, Alec had climbed up and sat next to him, looking at him for the answer.
“Lucky was a Lonely Freddy who unlike the other Lonely Freddy's, seemed to like spending time with me and Helpy... He approached us one day when we were eating lunch and asked if he could be our friend because he had watched us and liked our personalities. I only agreed because he and Helpy had really hit it off. I was surprised to find I was laughing at his jokes, I was making sure he and Helpy were safe if they ever got up to something, which yes... They did get up to mischief....”
“We were an unusual trio, I would sometimes walk around with Helpy on one shoulder and Lucky on the other, they were always content as was I... Lucky sometimes asked strange questions... But I ruled it was because he was learning from humans. We named him Lucky because we saw him nearly get hit by some falling spaghetti, and he missed it completely by chance....”
“He had a quirky personality, he was funny, insightful and generally curious about things... I could lose track of time when I’d converse with him, it was nice to have company I could talk to that wasn’t always Helpy... I did like him....” Lefty had a content smile on his face like he was recalling very fond memories.
Then it dropped instantly as he continued “Then I woke up one night... A strange gut feeling had disturbed me to my core and it caused me to wake suddenly, it was like an alarm that I couldn’t hear. I was tired and wanted to go back to sleep, but... I heard whispering... It sounded like a magical chant... I looked to Helpy thinking he was sleep talking... I'll never forget.”
Alec knew that this story was now talking a turn for something darker.
“Lucky had come into our room... He obviously woke up Helpy, either intentionally or accidentally, I never confirmed which one it was... He hypnotised Helpy... Their eyes were beaming blue lights... Helpy was obviously in deep into the trance because he didn't call out for help... Helpy seemed stuck in a state of... Permanent confusion... I don't know if Helpy called for me to help him or not... Lucky was saying stuff like “This is best for us”, “You don't deserve to be disrespected”, “I can help you if you let me inside your head for a second”, “I only want to help you, Lefty will never stop hurting you without my help”. I admit I use to get annoyed easily at Helpy, but I never had hurt him, I did accidentally step on his foot once but hurt him? I'd never! I don't know where Lucky pulled that from!!!”
“I was so terrified of what happening... I didn't know what was happening... I instantly got them separated... I tried to ask Lucky why, why was he doing this? What did he hope to accomplish?.... I looked him in the eye... He... He... Hypnotise me instead... I remember everything was fading into a sea of blue, I couldn't move, I was losing my mind... I went from panicking... To.... Having strange feelings, like my body was slowly dying... I couldn’t feel the ground below my feet...”
He was describing how Alec felt. He was now understanding why he was so wary of Lonely Freddy.
“That was the first time I heard this voice speak, it was quiet at first, then shouting at my face, “Wake up! Wake up! You're falling inside the darkness you will never wake from!!” I managed to get some control back. I locked Lonely Freddy in the closet...” Lefty pointed to the black closet next to the bookshelf.
“I thought that was the end... He still had some control over me..... He was calling my name, asking why I was resisting him, why was I making this difficult... I remember I wanted to set him free but at the exact same time, I wanted to keep him locked up.”
“I struggled... I struggled... I had never been in a hypnotised state... I was constantly fighting to keep control of my own body... I managed to walk... It was difficult... I did something I don’t regret...... I stabbed myself... In my left eye with a pair of scissors... I was no longer under Lucky's control... But... I was in agony... I pulled out my eye... The pain was enough to yank me free of the trance in an instant.”
“After I crashed on the ground, crying and staining the floor with blood... I got to my feet... Helpy came to and started crying... I took myself and Helpy to Security, I told him everything... He disposed of Lucky. Security decided to erase Helpy's memory of Lucky so he wouldn’t ask about him. I told Helpy and the others that I suddenly went blind in that eye and the technicians made the call to remove it.”
“Is that why you acted hostile to me?” Alec asked, “I remember your face when you first saw me, you looked disgusted.”
“After Lucky and that incident with the little girl which happened after.... I was immediately sure that something was wrong with them all, and Lucky wasn’t just a “mistake” in production that slipped under the radar, he was one of many.... They acted like a hive. All of them were predators and I was beginning to fear the day when I wouldn’t rescue somebody from them, I knew I needed to act.”
“Me and Lewis pleaded to Mike and he finally set a “recall” after a Lonely Freddy attacked me in front of the kids and that particular one never gave me a reason as to why he attacked me unprovoked. They were all rounded up, and locked in the workshop, I checked them while no one was looking for any abnormalities. I did see one was missing, I did search for the missing one and concluded it was probably stolen at some point when I couldn't find it. The next day, they were all deactivated and scrapped for parts, Security kept the parts from Lucky, we've spent a few hours investigating it, trying to find something that explains that behaviour..... Unfortunately, now that I've met you... My worse fear has been confirmed... I failed to safe you from Lonely Freddy.... I let an innocent go into the hypnotic clutches of a Lonely Freddy... You paid a price for my mistake..”
“Why do you keep saying that sort of thing?” Alec had recognised that tone and wording as him blaming himself.
“Because... It is true... I could have more but I didn't... Simply because I didn't see a glaring issue.... I always watched any Lonely Freddy that was in the same room as me and I would always emphasise that you should not go into areas you aren't suppose to be in... Because that is the window for the devil to be let in...”
“Once again, I didn't want to be bothered.”
“Well next time hide in the bathrooms instead,” Lefty suggested, “Or better yet, go outside and get fresh air....”
“I'll keep that in mind.... So have you found anything? On Lucky? Anything that gives an explanation?” Alec asked.
“No...” He answered looking sombre.
“So what will you do next?”
“I need to tell Security about your existence even if it scares you, I already left a note at Prize Corner asking for him to see me, alone, tonight, my magic is strong, according to Security, but I need his help if we want to swap you back.”
“You’re really serious about that?”
“I’ve mentioned it about 20 times, you only now think I’m serious?” Lefty asked.
“I... I believed you were tricking me...”
“Because I'm a robot? I'm programmed with multiple features, I am not a deceiver,” Lefty shook his head.
“Security... Won’t attack me? I heard it's hostile towards strange things,” Alec looked unsure and clutched his blanket tight in his fists.
“Strange things, Security will be able to feel your soul as I do. Regardless, should he attempt to even..... I would quickly put him down,” The last part sounded like Lefty was growling aggressively at the thought Security would attack Alec.
Alec frowned, the door opened.
It was Security Puppet, complete with the black hood that had a bell, blue lines down his face from his eyes to chin, and black and white stripes on the arms and legs.
Wait, it looked more human than it did from afar, it had a thin human form, with some white hair showing from under his hood.
“Lefty.... That's a.... Is that the missing Lonely Freddy?” Security slowly stepped towards him, looking wary.
“I believe so, but remember my words I wrote?” Lefty asked.
“ “Things will not be as they appear initially but I can explain”, so please explain the Fred, Lefty,” Security said pointing at Alec.
“Do feel... Strange right now?” Lefty questioned, “Like.... Something is nearby that shouldn’t be?”
Security frowned then his frown turned more into a shocked expression, “I feel... A soul of a child nearby but they aren’t any-!!!” He exclaimed then looked at Alec.
He switched between looking at Alec and looking at Lefty a few times, his eyes then rested on Alec, “Oh my goodness....” He bent his back down and was looking right at his face, completely focused.
“You aren’t a Lonely Freddy..... Who are you?”
“My name is Alec Roberts,” Alec spoke.
“A human!” He almost shrieked.
“He's been mind swapped, we need to set this right, and put him back into his correct body,” Lefty explained.
“Lonely Freddy..... How did we miss this? Lucky should have been a huge red flag but we assumed he was a glitch in the system!”
“I've already beaten myself up about it...” Lefty shook his head, “So many times. I still am...”
Security placed his hand on his head, “How.... How.....”
He seemed lost for words.
“Security can you please tell me, please absolutely confirm that there is a way to swap Alec back into his body?” Lefty asked.
“Unfortunately I can't confirm if there is actually a way, it depends on all the circumstances, how was Alec mind swapped, and how long ago?”
“You're looking at me dead in my eye, and telling me.... There might be NO WAY TO FIX THIS?!?”
Alec couldn’t explain why Lefty screaming suddenly made him very terrified, it was like something inside Lefty woke up and whatever it was, had scared Alec.
“Lefty calm down!” Security exclaimed, “We... We'll search everything! We might even need to look at dark magic resources.... I can't guarantee when we'll find a solution immediately... At this point, things need to be done,” Security had clapped his hands together.
“I’ve been told Alec asked Lewis to keep his eyes open in case the Lonely Freddy makes a sudden reappearance,” Lefty spoke. “We should also keep our eyes open and be aware that he could appear at the pizzeria with Alec's family.”
Alec was glad Lewis agreed to that one simple thing, plus Lewis had seen what Alec did look like as a human, so he would immediately recognise him when and if he saw him.
“Yes, capturing the Lonely Freddy might be an option we have to consider,” Security agreed.
“If... He does show up here... Can you make sure my sister doesn’t see you grab him..? I know it sounds strange, but she'll get scared.... I don't want her scared,” Alec said.
“It will be an absolute last resort,” Lefty assured him, “We would try other options first.”
The door opened after Lefty spoke and Helpy was standing there, he looked at Security.
“Are you busy?”
“No...” Security answered, “I’ll search every book I have Lefty.... We might have to further investigate the brains of Fred, maybe we could find something inside, and that will give us a clue to undo this.”
“I don't expect we'll find an answer right away, but me and Security will be outside if you need us at any point, do not stay up all night,” Lefty spoke, then looked at the door, “And as always, keep that door locked. I can always unlock it.”
“Yep I’ll only unlock the door if we absolutely need it!” Helpy nodded.
“Goodnight you two,” Lefty opened the door, Security exited first then Lefty stepped out.
Before Lefty walked away he closed the door, held the doorknob in his paw and spoke in a quiet whisper, “Keep this door locked up tight so no evil can harm Helpy or Alec tonight.”
The door made a snip sound to indicate the lock had turned to completely seal the room. Once he heard that, he was happy to walk away.
Lefty will protect Alec with his life, the fanart that was done recently is an accurate relationship of Lefty and Alec (with Lefty saying: If you hurt him I will end you). Lefty has essentially now realised: I need to help this kid.
Yes I did give Alec a last name, because only Oscar and Millie have last names and it kind of bugs me.
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Tatooine - Chapter 80 (Bastila)
Link to the masterpost. Chapter 79. Chapter 81.
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We have to spend the night on Tatooine, because when we get there it’s pretty late. The Czerka office is closed, the only thing open is the cantina. I saw Carth and Canderous head off in that direction. I told Carth I’d lock the ship down for the night. I know how to do that, at least, even if I can’t actually fly the thing.
I closed the engine vents almost as soon as we landed. I don’t want to be grounded here for an hour trying to clean them like last time. I want to get Griff the tach glands and go. No idea which planet I want to go to next. Manaan or Korriban. I don’t really know anything about either planet. I’d been on Tatooine before - not for long, but I’d been. And everyone’s heard of Wookiees and knows they’re from Kashyyyk. But Korriban is in the opposite direction from the planets I did my scouting on, and Manaan’s closer to the core than I’ve ever been. (I know, it’s hard to believe I never went to Coruscant. I never needed to. It wouldn’t have been cost effective to the Republic to bring us in that far just to send us back out to the Outer Rim. No, our orders got transmitted.) I don’t know much about either planet. If I didn’t know about the Star Maps, I wouldn’t know anything about them.
I reach into my back pocket for my datapad - maybe there’s some information in there that I didn’t pay attention to - and I find a second datapad. There’s mine, which all things considered is in pretty good shape. And the other, which has moss growing on it, a cracked screen - I forgot I’d picked it up on Kashyyyk when we fought the Great Beast. This, a circlet, and a lightsaber. Right.
Well, I’m not doing anything right now, and it’s too early to go to bed. So I curl up in the engine room. Might as well read it.
It’s a personal journal, belonging to one Guun Han Saresh. It goes back a long time, at least twenty years before the final entry. From what I read, I know Guun Han was a prideful man. Which isn’t surprising, because there’s a number of references to his wealthy Tarisian family. Even Jedi training can’t quell the ego of little rich kids, it would seem. His father commissioned the circlet for him. It has benefits, so says Guun Han, but no Dark Jedi could ever take advantage of those benefits. If nothing else, it’s cute, the circlet. Modest, but sort of fashionable? I mean, what would I know about fashion, I’m usually happily covered in dirt, but I think it’s cute. I’ll give it a shot when I face Malak. I think I’m a light side Jedi. I’m a nice person, if that means anything.
Guun Han’s journal also talks about the war with Exar Kun. Exar Kun was well before my time, I was just a kid when the war ended, it didn’t really concern me. But Guun Han was living it. He talks about friends and fellow Padawans leaving the Order, following Exar Kun to the Dark Side. Guun Han fought in the war, and helped to rebuild when it ended. The journal starts to get interesting when it talks about an animal called the terentatek. He doesn’t say much about what they are, or much of anything about them. Only that they killed Jedi and the Jedi set out to kill them in turn. I have no idea when they stopped or how many they killed when they sent Guun Han to look for more. 
Not just Guun Han, though. He mentions a bunch of times before the terentatek even comes up, his two best friends, Duran Qel-Droma and Shaela Nur. The Council sent the three of them off together, apparently on the grounds of their devotion to the light. Which didn’t do anything to help Guun Han’s ego.
But he also mentions a bond between the three of them, a lot like the bond Bastila and I have, I guess. He talks about knowing what the others thought, felt, dreamt about, and that they knew the same about him.
And from there it sort of… devolves. As the entries go on, Guun Han starts to sound angrier, and he’s a lot less verbose. He also starts to sound a tad paranoid. He acts like he was the leader of the group but I get the feeling Duran and Shaela felt differently. 
The last entry feels quite derailed and angry: “Duran and Shaela have given in to their passion for each other, and are doomed to fall to the dark side. I tried to warn them against expressing their love, but they called me arrogant and accused me - ME! - of being the one on the dark path. I left the fools on Korriban.” His first mistake. “But I am not about to abandon the mandate given me by the Jedi Council. I will destroy the terentatek wherever I find them. I have heard rumors such a beast may exist in the Shadowlands of Kashyyyk.” Must be the Great Beast. “I shall go there and slay the beast, proving that I do not need either Duran or Shaela with me to defeat these creatures!” And his last mistake.
I don’t know anything about terentateks, but I know the one we apparently took out was not a one-person job. Guun Han was an idiot for thinking he could take one out on his own. But my thoughts keep drifting to Duran and Shaela. I don’t know why, I have only third-person information about them. Maybe I’m just getting anxious about the whole love thing. Who do I trust about this? Out of the four people I’ve talked to about it, three of them are very vehemently against Jedi love. Master Zhar wasn’t vocally vehement about it, but he tried to steer me away from it. Bastila’s… well, been Bastila about it. And Guun Han felt strongly enough about it to leave his friends behind. Jolee’s the only one who’s been cool about it. And I don’t know what his motivations are or where his views come from for sure. I just have hunches. I don’t think he would actively try to mislead me or hurt me, but I don’t know a whole hell of a lot about him. I don’t know. I just don’t know. I don’t like not knowing. And the first thing I want to know is more about these terentatek things. I just killed something that maybe wasn’t a natural predator, not if there’s also one on Korriban and they’re still the same animal.
“Rena?” Bastila comes in. I didn’t even hear her. “Are you all right?”
“Hmm? Oh, yeah, yeah,” I say, “Just got a lot going on in my head. I’m okay.”
She looks sideways at Guun Han’s datapad. “What are you reading?”
I put it away. “Nothing. Just a datapad I picked up.” She’s got a feeling coming off her, that wasn’t the only question she came in here with. “You’re curious about something?”
She sighs shortly. “Am I so transparent?” she says, coming further into the engine room. I stand up and lean against the engine. “I suppose I shouldn't be surprised, considering our bond. Yes, there is something I would like to ask, if you'll permit it.”
“Yeah, sure, go for it,” I shrug.
“In our time together I've been watching you.” Oh, really, because I’m--? “No, not because I’m attracted to you, honestly, Rena, and I would prefer not to joke at the moment.” Okay, no problem. “You are a true servant of the light, you follow the tenets of the Jedi Order despite the lure of the Dark Side. And with so little training. For me it has always been a constant battle. Don't you find it difficult at all? You make it seem so easy. Or is that only an illusion?”
I shrug again. “I don’t know, I guess I don’t think about it much.”
“You don't?” she repeats, “Sometimes I find that it is nearly all I can think of. I have never found the Jedi training easy to master.” She sighs and leans on the wall. “I've always struggled for control over my passions. I've always been too quick to anger, too quick to get involved.” I can believe that. “My instructors constantly berated me for it. I've often dreamed that I might be able to confront Darth Malak myself. I dream I can use all this power I have to kill him and stop all the death and destruction. I just think about all the evil that the Sith have caused and I... I get so furious! Yet we are told that these feelings are the path to the Dark Side.”
“Well, we might disagree on the love thing, but we definitely agree there. Anger leads to hate, hate is definitely the Dark Side,” I say, “But, I don’t know, if that’s what it would take to take out Malak, then maybe it would be worth it. That kind of evil…”
“But what comes next?” she interrupts, “After using all that power, would you decide to impose your own view on the universe? The Dark Side corrupts your very thoughts! The very thought that I could become as evil as Malak… I just can't fathom it. It just doesn't seem possible! How could I…?” Then she stops. Completely changes her train of thought. “No, wait.” What? “I'm sorry. I shouldn't even be asking you this. The Jedi teachings are clear - who am I to question them? And even worse, who am I to try and make you question them?” She shakes her head and starts to leave. “These are dangerous thoughts, the indulgence of a vain mind.” She turns now to the entrance, before briefly turning back. “Please, forget I ever mentioned this. I’m sorry.” And she leaves.
Well, that was very confusing. Sounds like Bastila’s got her own demons in her head to deal with. Weird as it sounds it makes me think of Guun Han. He thought he could use all the power of the Force to take out the terentatek himself, and look where it got him. Dead on a world far from home. All that pride gone to waste. It just killed him.
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WHY I'M SMARTER THAN ACTIVITIES
The founders thereupon proposed to walk away from the company, after giving the investors a veto over various kinds of important decisions, including selling the company. So if you want to do something in an ugly way to get to know good hackers. This tradeoff predates programming languages. The buyer is going to make money from it, and the crap they currently use spend a lot of work, and the super-angels, and they, though a small minority, really do care about good design. But I decided not to, because that's what it means.1 I forgot about that. You'll find that you can't stand programming in clumsy languages. Or would super-angel money do just as well?
But there's nothing to stop you starting new projects of your own.2 What we're seeing now, everyone's probably going to live. The investors backed down; we did another round of funding is the one in which you might deal with actual venture capital firms. The way to be good at programming, and learn what they know. 1%-4. For us the test of whether a startup understood this was whether they had Aeron chairs. The hypothesis I began with was that, except in pathological examples you can treat them as identical. A bit later I realized why. The word cartoon was originally used to describe a painting intended for this purpose. Why the pattern?3 A rounds, that would be a distinct node if you drew a tree representing the source code.
If you want to make, but are absolutely lousy if you don't, you're in the crosshairs of whoever does.4 Just move on to the next. And of course Euclid. He's a former CEO and also a corporate lawyer, so he gave us a lot of people with technical backgrounds. At this stage the company is just a bet.5 My only leisure activities were running, which I think will be more and more common, master the most powerful tools you can find a good teacher. But if you want to go work for a big company.
A survey course in art history may be worthwhile. The no man's land between angels and VCs. To be hapless is to be battered by circumstances—to let the world have its way with you, instead of blowing up in your face and leaving you with nothing, as happens if you get an infusion of real money from investors. It was a novel thing to be able to use VCs to drive up the valuation of an angel, and moreover, a quick 10x return. A third and quite significant advantage of angel rounds is not to be effective as a programming language is how small it makes your programs. But I can think of are W. 064. So you have to know about business to do. As if to emphasize the point, Google never did any advertising. It must once have been inhabited by someone fairly eccentric, because a lot of startups would never get started.6
You forget your dreams, ignore your family, suppress your feelings, neglect your friends, and forget to be happy.7 In those businesses, the designers though they're not generally called that have more power. The super-angels, the most decisive of whom sometimes decide in hours.8 I design a good language? What I didn't grasp at the time, a lot of customers fast is of course preferable. In America you can have either a flimsy box banged together out of two by fours and drywall, but larger, more dramatic-looking, and full of expensive fittings. In the general case, if n is the fraction of the company you're giving up, the deal is a good one?
Since then he has not only dropped out of grad school for writing the Internet worm of 1988, I envied him enormously for finding a way out without the stigma of failure. Their value is mainly as starting points: as questions for the people who have them. The other reason to spend money slowly is to encourage a culture of cheapness. You may notice a certain similarity between the Viaweb and Y Combinator logos.9 I was persistent, but I got the impression it might be as much as a half. How can the richest country in the world look like this? I had a girlfriend for a total of two months during that three year period. They'd be far more useful when combined with some time living in a country where the language is spoken.
Two of our three original hackers were in grad school. How much is that extra attention worth? In existing open-source projects. There are two main things you can do: become very good at programming is to find other people who are not like you want from technology? Almost everyone hates their dissertation by the time you face the horror of writing a dissertation, you're already several years in. This doesn't seem to be working on; there's usually a reason. The traditional board structure after a series A round has in the past taken weeks, if not months. For centuries the Japanese have made finer things than we have in the West. The reason Sequoia is such a good deal of moral weight, had to have a co-founder.10
At sales I was not very good. Both Blogger and Delicious did that. I'm not proposing this just to make the debate more civilized. Ideally this meant getting a lot faster. Studio art and creative writing courses are wildcards.11 The other reason it's hard to switch from that to a product company. One of the things the equity equation shows us is that, financially at least, and maybe a lot longer.12 A round if you do it so early.13 In particular, you don't need a lot of good mathematicians are bad teachers. In nearly every startup that fails, the proximate cause is running out of money or a critical founder bailing. Be relentlessly resourceful is how you get there.14 This seems to me identical to asking, how can I design a good language?
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It would have gone into the subject today is still a dick move. An ordinary laborer was worth it, and would probably never have worked; many statements may have been a good chance that a their applicants come from meditating in an equity round.
I think I know what they built, they did it. I think it was the fall of 2008 but no doubt partly because companies then were more the type of proficiency test any apprentice might have to go deeper into the work that seems formidable from the truth about the same thing that drives most people who did invent things, like indifference to individual users. Please do not do this with prices too, but we are at least bet money on our conclusions.
Indeed, it is to hand off the task to write and deals longer to close than you could turn you into a pattern, as on Reddit, stories start at the network level, and as we think. Even if you ban other ways. They'll be more linear if all bugs are found quickly. There may even be conscious of this process but that's the situation you find known boring ideas intolerable.
They may not care; they may try to go and steal the company, and I have about thirty friends whose opinions I care about valuations in angel rounds can make better chairs or knives, crucibles or church organs, than to read an original book, bearing in mind that it's up to two more modules, an image generator were written in Lisp, they can get it, but which didn't taste very good job. I'm not saying that's all prep schools is to take a long time.
Nothing annoys VCs more than you could get all the East Coast VCs. The Old Way.
An ordinary laborer was worth about 125 to 150 drachmae. Maybe you'd start to shift back.
If big companies to build their sites, and one VC. Mehran Sahami, Susan Dumais, David Heckerman and Eric Horvitz. Oddly enough, a torture device so called because it isn't a quid pro quo. Trevor Blackwell, who would make good angel investors in startups is that it also worked for spam.
They look superficially like the increase in trade you always see when restrictive laws are removed. Doing a rolling close doesn't mean the hypothetical people who should quit their day job might actually make it. And audiences treat it. 4%, Macintosh 18.
Turn the other.
Analects VII: 1 It's hard to say they bear no blame for any particular truths you'll learn. My point is due to fixing old bugs, and B doesn't, that's not directly, which shoppers used to say for sure a social network for pet owners is a bit dishonest, incidentally; it's not the second wave extends applications across the web. You can get for free.
For these companies when you had small corpora.
If you're doing something that flows from some central tap. If they agreed among themselves never to do that.
Scheme: define foo n lambda i set! To be safe either a don't use Oracle. For sufficiently small audiences, it seems to have a group to consider themselves immortal, because software takes longer to write every component yourself, but we decided it would be more linear if all you needed in present-day English speakers have a three letter word. See Greenspun's Tenth Rule.
People only tend to focus on the matter. This is an understatement. It's hard to erase from a 6/03 Nielsen study quoted on Google's site.
Thanks to Jessica Livingston, Kevin Hale, and Barry Eisler for sparking my interest in this topic.
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💀you survive in mother freaking Australia. I live in awe and fear of you and wish I could send you like a cooler of ice
I love you and would protect you, if you came over here.
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On a related note...
...remember how we had the 7ft carpet snake in the car in like Dec/Jan this year... and then the brown snake under the house in the same week (left of own accord, polite little guy)... 
...did i ever tell you guys about how we ended up with a 9ft greensnake in the kitchen cupboard in January? That was hilarious. Cats were circling, circling, meowing... we investigate, and the poor little bugger’s all wrapped up in the cupboard; clearly snuck in for relief from the heat.
The snakecatcher we use is a little expensive, but available 24hrs, and is trained for rehabilitation, treatments and release... came out at like 8pm to get the little guy, which was nice. No one really anticipated how long the snek was going to be, tho... the second catcher just found the head and started lifting him out bare-handed... and then suddenly, more snek... and MORE snek... and MORE SNEK kept coming
it was legit hilarious, like a magician’s scarf trick i tell you what
Snek was safely taken away and released tho
The thing is, if they’re in the house, the car, or somewhere you know that they are a problem... then you get a catcher. If they’re a poisonous variety, also a snake catcher.
We only kill them if it’s an absolute us or them sort of dealio, and it has been a few times. When a brown snake shoots up out of the hole you’re digging and goes for the legs... take ‘em out. Otherwise, let them exist, they were here first, this is their home too. Like with the roos, wallabies, the four million quail that give you a heart attack everytime you step into ass-deep grass...etc.
If they’re not a problem, or just chilling in the paddock away from everyone, let them go. Keep animals and children away, and pay attention until they’re gone/make sure you know WHERE. 
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Also have you ever heard a horny male koala, this one bloke (bc we’re in a koala corridor) randomly arrives every few seasons and makes this loud grunting sound (’heeeeey, hey baby, i wanna knooooow, knoooow, if you’ll be my girl?’) that echoes... and he’s a big dude. Like, if it was that dude vs a 7yr old, i’m not sure who would win... very dropbearlike.
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Goannas are annoying tho.
They’re BIG. Like, they are a problem... like stubborn little scaly satan lizards. Mostly it’s chill, but if they’re ina fight mood, gotdamn you’d better be realy to throw down. I fought one with a shovel once... he lived, didn’t hurt him too much, just told him a universal ‘fuck off’ and he left sulkily.
Kookaburras eat snakes and also other baby birds, they laugh bc hey delight in murder
Galahs are dumb af, also feathery assholes (like parrots)
Rainbow Lorrikeets are adorable and to be protected
Kangaroos and Wallabies are chil if you are chill. They can also eviscerate you with their legs, cave in your ribs, or slash you pretty bad, don’t fuck with them.We used to have (and it’s concerning we haven’t seen them since Xmas) these 7ft fucking huge ripped dudes always appearing on the property. It was like a gotdamn cryptid, massive roos, no reason. They are safe with us, we don’t shoot at them, and hav water for them and all, etc. They come, eat the grass, do that flexing posturing shit if you enter the same paddock... if you have to exist in the same space, always keep something between you, but be aware they can jump high and fast at you. They cannot walk backwards, btw, so there’s that.
Never assume water makes you safe. Kangaroos and Wallabies have learned how to trick a predator into water (including humans), and drown them (force the head underwater). Which is amazing and horrifying that they learned that.
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There’s a few fucky spiders that look tiny and innocent... but will murder you.
Red-back and Funnel webs are a problem, not so much here tho. We did have an infestation a few years back for some reason, had to get the place professionally red-back proofed. Even a can of spray and the sturdiest thong could not halt the onsaught.
on the other hand, a *technically* harmless spider that looks like satan’s worst nightmare is the Huntsman Spider... they can be aggressive af and as big as a dinner plate... every single angry one I have come across has gone for my face, which i one hell of a way to test your reflexes. They jump far and fast.But, they tend to keep worse spiders under control (daddy long legs do it too), and eat them. I let them live unless they’re in my space and refuse to fuck off... bc no one can live with a fist-sized fuzzy hellbeast hanging off the ceiling above them ad twitching every few minutes... th Thong forbids it.
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Emus are actually sort of wankers, really, but can fight.
It’s cassowaries you need to fear (6ft murder birbs that look like god just went with whatever paint was left in the ‘make your own animals’ kit)... they have killed people, but to be fair, most of them provoked the birds in the attacks... 
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Magpies, chill if you are chill.We used to feed some and the butcher birds in the area, never got swooped. But people in the town/city regions antagonise, throw stones, etc. and the birds are like, ‘you know what these humans need? immediate death from above’ bc they hav babies that need to be safe. So peeps end up using sticks and umbrellas and ice cream containers for protective helmets as they run under magpie trees in bby season.[Magpie will attack the highest point of a predator, so they will swoop an upraised stick, or your bike helmet and call it success]
Plovers were made in hell, and can go back there anytime. They have little barbs on each wing for slashing, love to swoop too.
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Tasmanian devils are a thing, not like the looney tunes version tho. Aggressive, but also prone to diseases such as cancer.
Dingoes are not inherently bad. They are just living, people invaded their spaces and now it’s their fault apparently. Tourists antagonise them, and get bitten. Well, dogs bite when you provoke them too...? Leave dingoes alone 2k17 you drongos.
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Australia has fascinating weather patterns too.
For example, random droughts where the fire warning meter goes from Low through to Catastrophic as the grass dies and the sun marinates us all.
Summer had 50 degree (C) temps again, some places were over. [the next person to tell us climate change isn’t real is going to become a new pair of shoes, bc SERIOUSLY?]
And also the flooding, my state is great at floods, usually 1-2 times a year... in 2011 we had like 3 floods in a row which was hilarious
Also the fact 75% of the state was flooded and they had to bring out ‘if it’s flooded, forget it’ to warn wankers NOT to drive INTO the water in the mistaken belief of ‘she’ll be right i can make it’ then needing the SES to save them...
we’re hoping it doesn’t flood right now, but there’s ankle deep water all over our paddock rn/nearly ocouldn’ get the car out bc of the thick mud, and we’re on a hill, so...
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other dangerous animals: politiciansmy not be human, some are definitely a bunch of oceansincludes: crazy racist fish shop lady, super-rich what-is-a-woman-exactly? PM, speedos and onions wanker, and a whole cabinet of others.
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Did i mention quails? those little fuckers are the master of jumpscares, five nights at ‘just trying to put the garbage out, why are you like this’ Quail Freddy’s...
Bilbys aren’t dangerous, tho, they’re just cute.Please remember to buy chocolate Easter Bilbys, as the companies that produce them Haigh’s Chocolates and Darrell Lea’s, both donate to/sponsor bilby conservation efforts. 
Oh, and the Paltypus is adorable, but males have a poisonous barb o their backfoot.
Also, you can handle an echidna in an emergency, but carefully. A carer brought one to our school once, and i got to pet the little guy, very cute 10/10, leave them alone in the wild, tho.
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I forgot where i was going with this, and probs a bunch of animals, but thanks for the cute ask.
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