#now everuthings gone to shit

[ruleroftheimps]

(TW: Implied/referenced cannibalism and vivisection)

Enter password – – > ************* Verifying... Welcome back sir. You have one (1) unread message in ‘Bumblevees’ from ‘Red Velvette’. What would you like to do? – – > Read message Message reads… ‘what the hell Vee??? we had a deal’ – – > Respond What would you like to say? – – > ‘I dont like cameras.’ Two (2) new messages from ‘Red Velvette’ in ‘Bumblevees’ – – > Read messages Messages read... ‘wait, shit, really??? next time tell me that Vee. i wouldn’t have pushed if i knew.’ ‘also, r u drunk?’ – – > Respond What would you like to say? – – > ‘why do you say that?’ Two (2) new messages in ‘Bumblevees’ – – > Read messages Messages read... ‘amrcito if you aren’t spelling everuthing properly it means you’re dfunk or injured’ ‘what Val said. the deer had better be there with you, or im kicking his ass’

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Vox snorted softly, one hand resting under his boxy screen while the other lightly spun his drink. Alastor glanced over from where he was resting on the edge of the roof, one eyebrow raised. “Whatever is it now, darling? Another secret you were reminded of?” Vox shook his head as he closed the program.

“Nah, just something Vel said.” Alastor hummed in response, leaning forward slightly. The two were perched on the edge of one of the many giant towers in Envy. They had been an addition by Vox, massive buildings that rose out of the ocean. Partly because it made it easier to see what was going on above the ocean that covered all of Envy, and partly because they looked cool. Okay, mostly because they looked cool. “She threatened to fight you if you ditched me while I’m drunk again.”

“The doll?” Alastor’s expression was a mix between confused and insulted. “Dear, does she really think she can take me on?” Vox laughed softly again, shifting so that he was next to Alastor.

It was always a gamble with him. Somedays, Vox couldn’t get Alastor to let him go, not that he ever wanted Al to, and other days, being within biting distance was enough of a reason to get a cracked screen. Today, it seemed to be more like the former, based on how Alastor reached up and wrapped his arm around Vox’s shoulder. Although, to be fair, that could just be because he was worried Vox would fall and break his screen.

“And,” Alastor continued, not waiting for a response, “not to mention, I would never leave you alone when you are intoxicated. Not after what happened last time.”

Vox lightly batted at Alastor’s hand that was holding his drink. “That was not my fault,” he protested, pouty expression clearer than usual. The static that was constantly playing across his screen and obscuring his features was gone for once. Mostly because Vox lacked the mental capacity to keep it up and not fall off of this building, and he knew Alastor would laugh at him about it for the rest of their afterlives if he fell. And also never let him drink again.

“Darling, you walked into a trap and got kidnapped. You knew it was a trap, and you walked into it. You sent me a message saying it was a trap and then you walked into it. I had to abandon my tea with Rosie to save you, you insufferable picture box. If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were trying to get my attention.” …maybe. “Not my fault,” Vox insisted playfully, taking another drink from his cup. “Anyways, questionable choices and amusing threats aside, any new information I should know?” Vox was totally not recording anything, how dare you accuse him of attempting to use his best-friend-slash-technically-enemy-slash-who-the-fuck-knows to get more information on what was happening? That was just rude. Shame. Shame on you.

Besides, Alastor knew exactly what he was doing, and he still hung around so it was fiiine. Probably. Maybe. Hopefully.

Alastor rolled his eyes, lightly tapping the casing of Vox’s head. Yeah, he totally knew what Vox was doing. “The usual. A few demons and angels got cut apart- really, the diversity of the anatomy of human souls is quite amusing, especially when you throw in their different reactions. The taste varies greatly too- mostly because some idiotic group of angels decided to try to attack Cannibal town again. Oh, not to mention Micheal ‘found’ a lead on Leviathan's location, so that’s an absolute joy. Thank you for that.” Yeah… Vox grinned at that, totally feeling guilty as he took another sip. Totally. Hey, he won’t get involved in the fight, but giving Micheal little leads and watching the ensuing chaos, well, that was good television. And maybe he had something to gain if the Sin of Envy got killed. Maybe. “Mm, I suppose the only real new thing is that Micheal decided to send me to ‘check up’ on his niece’s hotel.” Vox choked on his drink, coughing a few times as his vents flipped on to try to accommodate for the sudden lack of air. Okay, he had not been expecting that.

“What?! Wait, wait, wait, Micheal’s sending you, his second in command, to the hotel owned by Lucifer’s daughter?? Fuck, did you piss him off or something?” Alastor just tilted his head, his permanent grin more of a smirk now.

“Why, Vox dear, if I didn’t know better, I’d say you were worried about me. Whatever happened to ‘trust no one’?” Vox very maturely turned off his screen completely to hide his blush and gave Alastor the middle finger, earning an unhinged cackle from the deer.

“See if I ever do anything nice for you again, bastard. Never. I’m never going to be nice to you ever again.” Alastor didn’t stop laughing for a few minutes, and Vox’s screen remained off. Otherwise, he was pretty sure his entire screen would be tinted purple.

“Oh, dear, don’t worry,” Alastor teased, Vox immediately shoving him off the building. Not that it did anything, Alastor just immediately caught himself with shadow tentacles and laid there cackling. A few, annoyingly long minutes later, he finally managed to calm down, maneuvering himself closer to the rooftop. “Haha, really, it’ll be fine. We both know Micheal’s not the type to send soldiers on missions they won’t return from. Although, I may use you as a shield. I mean, nobody’s willing to kill you, for reasons unknown to me.” Vox’s screen flicked back on as he smirked.

“Because they know all of their secrets will be revealed, and wouldn’t that fuck up about… mm, all of the sides?” Alastor laughed again, although it was less of a cackle and more of a giggle as he sat back down next to Vox. That was how they worked, wasn’t it? They’d shove each other away, and the other would come right back. “Mm, but actually, I have almost nothing on the princess, and it would be useful…”

…damn it, Al really knew how to play him like a fiddle.

“Fine, I’ll come be your meat shield,” Vox said, rolling his eyes. Alastor’s grin widened, and he lightly poked Vox’s head. “Why, thank you dear. I have the feeling this will be most entertaining! I mean-” Alastor suddenly cut himself off, expression changing slightly. Vox tilted his head, an eyebrow raised. It wasn’t like he didn’t know what was going on. The amount of times he’d randomly gotten a vision of Micheal, courtesy of Gabriel’s powers, was annoying as all hell. Seriously, just text him, like a normal person? Fucking- Alastor was more accepting of modern tech that the Archangel. The deer in question blinked a few times, before standing up. “Vox, how much of Envy is covered by your cameras?” Vox leaned back slightly, propping up his leg as he did so. “Uh, all of it. Why?” “I need you to find somebody.” ~*~ (Ahhh, this took way longer than I wanted it to T-T. But, yes, in this AU, Alastor is Micheal's second in command for... reasons.) Eternal War AU First || Prev || Next

[penguineatscarrots]

Just finished our first dnd sesh and I have so much i want to draw holy fuck

@weatheringhands I'm excited to see where u take us

[fanbynature]

Obikin x AU /part 1/

Here are some additional things to know before you read the fic.

The ages of some of the characters are: Obi - 28, Rex - 26, Anakin - 23, Ahsoka - 19 going on 20, Plo/Shmi - late 40s, Qui-Gon - early 50s

The thing about the setting is this: It’s still in the SW universe, so aliens, planets and the like still exist and I am mixing it up with our reality while using some slang from SW. It’s set in a peaceful time period, so it’s just a normal living situation for them at the moment. The Jedi are going to have a place in the story but nothing too major. I hope this is not too weird.

I was hoping this to be just a one shot but I had to go and write something that is deeper than just some shag scene. I do love readin just plain NC-17 stuff but this ain’t it one. 

There are some warnings /non-healthy life choices, mention of non-con/rape, foul language, ooc - it’s an au what do you expect/

Obi-Wan is in a punk-rock band by the name of "Space Maniacs" that has been active for a few years but has not been very popular until recently. They had started to search for a better studio to record their songs because the home soundproofed garage of Ahsoka's dad, as nice as he is, does not scream "professionalism". Or at least that is what Ahsoka and Rex had been trying to sell to Obi-Wan. Honestly, he does feel apologetic towards Plo, Ahsoka's dad, for all the inconvenience they have caused even though the man had said time and time again that he feels proud of their tenacity and doesn't mind as long as they keep out of trouble.

And when Obi-Wan meets Anakin, the musician tells himself that he may start believing in God, because it's a whole ass miracle that the man comes across the band. 'Cuz if a guy that cute knows the band, is offering his very real and professionally equipped studio plus has the total hots for a certain lead singer it must be some type of miracle created by the almighty Her or that's what Ahsoka had been going on about for the past 20 minutes in the backstage area of one of Coruscant's' better known night cantinas they had just performed at. The cantina is called "Dirty Habit" and tonight they may have met somebody that will be beneficial for the future of the band. At least that is what they are all hoping for.

Obi-Wan had to resist the urge to roll his eyes at the comment that the guy has the hots for him so he settles for a snort. Even if it was true the decision of having sex with someone that could be professionally engaged with the band, won't be a wise one to make. Even if Obi-Wan found the idea of kissing those plush pink lips and to have his hands go through those dirty blond curls, tugging them enormously enchanting. The younger man would make such pretty noises for him. Fuck, no. That is a dangerous zone to enter. He won't jeopardize this chance for the band just because of a shag. Even if it's the best shag he could have in his life.

The guy, Anakin Skywalker as he introduced himself 30-40 minutes ago to the band after they had finished their set made a very tempting offer that they can hardly refuse. He offered them a fully equiped studio to use for as long as they want for 30 cred each month. The band wasn't sure whether they can trust him because that seemed like a total scam, that in the end they would be the one that have to pay an enourmous amount of money. However he explained that he and his mother have a non-profit organisation that helps rising artists who struggle to find their footing. Anakin gave them their cards and assured the band that they can check them out first on their Infocache and confirm that everuthing is legitimate. He doesn't blame them as he understands the dangers of being a rising artist and the people who try and take advantage of that. The blond also explained that he has followed the band for quite sometime now, since they were still experimenting with their sound actually and choose to first observe them and later decided to introduce them to his mother and if everything with their donors went smoothly they would help them. And here he was, speaking with them, offering them a generous amount of help.

They thanked him, understood everything but came to an agreement that they need just a little bit of time and they will contact him back with their answer.

"Honestly, Nobi, I don't understand why we just didn't agree on it on the spot. Anakin seemed genuine and proper with his cards and polite talking. And not so polite ogling."

Obi-Wan glared towards Rex and flipped him off.

"What did I tell you about that nickname? Stop using it. It's annoying. Also, we should not appear desperate. Weren't you the ones that were yapping about how we should "behave more professional-like". I was trying to not appear like I was going to suck this guy off. And I am the one who is in the wrong?"

"He didn't seem to mind. Bet he would suck you off before you get the chance to do it. Haha" the young togruta tried to whisper talk but it was loud enough for the fuming ginger to hear.

"Seriously you too? Can I get a break from the two of you?"

"Whaaaat? Come on, Obi. I know you are irked because Satine decided to end up things but you seriously can't blame her or take it out on us." Obi-Wan was contemplating the ways he could make a murder look like an accident or suicide. "Honestly, you can't look me in the eyes and tell me that you didn't know that this was coming. Like seriously, it was not going well."

Rex was watching his bandmates from the side and was sensing that things were going to either explode soon enough or their lead singer was going to storm out of the room to go get shit faced, sleep in some alleyway and get him and Ahsoka in trouble.

"Ahsoka." Both the man and the girl turned towards Rex. "I think it's time to stop with the jokes and get you home." The lead singer's eyes filled with gratitude towards the bass player and he gave Rex a little smile.

"Oh, Rex, you too. Let's have a little drink to celebrate. We deserve it. You two should stop behaving like old men. You are in your freaking 20s. Live a little."

"Rex is right. I have to go to work tomorrow morning. Get off me and prepare to go."

"That's not true. I know your schedule, it's your day off." Ahsoka scowled at Obi-Wan with disbelieve and crossed her arms in front of her. The man was trying not to snort at the display off childness of their youngest bandmate.

"Well, I decided to take a shift. The extra cash won't hurt us. Especially now that we have to pay for a studio." He smiled a little and gave Rex a knowing looking.

"So we are going to accept the help?!"

"Sure" Obi-Wan turned his gaze towards Ahsoka, gave her a bigger smile and then transformed his facial feautures into a more irritated emotion “Now let’s go because your father it’s going to kill me.” 

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Of course, Obi-Wan didn’t have an extra shift and Ahsoka doesn’t have to know that. It’s not like he doesn’t want to get an extra shift, the thing is he can’t get one because he has the maximum available shifts his manager can give him. Other people have to work too, you kriffin menace, you know that right. Also I am going to tie you up to your bed and not allow you to do anything for a week straight if you don’t stop bugging me. Obi-Wan is slightly afraid of Cody now. He was even thinking of asking him to help in another position but he decided against it. Maybe Cody is right but that doesn’t mean that the Obi-Wan is going to listen to him. He has responsibilities and he can’t allow himself to rely on other people. Even if that was the reason him and his father have become estranged. It doesn’t matter, not anymore. He is a capable adult who does not expect other people to do his work. 

He may start to search for another job.

The ringing of the phone by the bedside brought up the troubled man back to reality. Shit, Ahsoka. Maybe he can ignore that. If he waits long enough it’s going to stop ringing. Ah, yes. Silence. Then a massage sound.

DONT IGNORE ME, KENOBI! I know.... 

Oh, for kriffing....She went to his job. Ringing again.

“Shouldn’t you be at Uni?”

“Shouldn’t you be at work? You liar. You know better than to lie to me, Obi-Wan. You should have just told me that your old bones were tired yesterday and Rex and I could have stayed and you could have gone home without lying. Also I have 1 hour brake and decided to visit your sorry ass. Know can you... ”

The older male was trying to remane calm as he knew that getting mad at the girl won’t be a sensible decision. She was right. He lied to her but she didn’t know earlier and was probably just worried that he was exhausting himself and wanted to check on him.

“Ahsoka, can you please slow down. Look, I am sorry. It was a stupid thing to do. Sorry for making you worried.”

Silence.

“If you want to...” Obi-wan started with a sigh but couldn’t finish.

“Next time just tell me the truth. I may be young and have to experience things but I am not daft....I am sorry too. For annoying you about Satine and the Skywalker guy. I was just trying to have some fun. But it was that peachy for you. I should have known better. It hasn’t been that easy for you this past year and I chose the wrong way of cheering you up.”

“When did you mature so much?” the older man was getting filled with a warm sensation in his chest. Proudness. The proudness of a big brother. Even if they weren’t related Ahsoka was close to him as any real sister he could have had.

“Tell anything to Rex and you are dead to me.” the girl warned him with an exaggarated threat in her voice.

“Hahah. I think Rex will truly appreciate the way you are starting to carry yourself, the way you think and sense the emotions in other people. He will love this side of you as much as he adores the careless, fun and cheerful side of you. Rex hasn’t been around as much as I have but his brotherly protectivness over you seems to be stronger than mine.”

“Stop it, you are making me blush.”

“It’s very much true. You know that one time-”

“So when are we going to talk with the Skywalker guy?” Ahsoka seemed to be in a rush and cut off the sentimental notion that the conversation was headed to. Obi-wan rolled his eyes. There haven’t been any time to really think about it but it has been sitting at the back of his head, constantly reminding him. The sooner he calls the better for the band. However there was this constant feeling of anxiety that was washing over him. He doesn’t know what to do. He can’t tell his bandmates, they would think he is just not getting enough sleep or food. He can’t talk to Cody because he really had the chance to tell him anything about yesterday and Ahsoka was waiting for an answer now.

“How about tomorrow? If that’s alright with you Miss Ahsoka?”

“Of course, my leash. My very trustworthy Knight in armor or Jedi in robes. I don’t know. Choose one. That’s sounds fantastic. I’ll talk with Rex and come by your house after I am finished. You just go and sleep, you old man.”

“Stop calling me an old man.”

“You stop acting like one.” she said with a mocking tone and hanged up.

Oh, Force. Sometimes he wishes he has chosen a different path for his life. This one seems like it needs a restart. Hm, maybe he should have become a Jedi. What he knew from his father is that he is Force sensitive but when a young Jedi had come to speak with Qui-Gon about the future of his child he had declined the offer of giving Obi-Wan to them. They had a long conversation and had concluded that as an ex-Jedi Qui-Gon had the abilities to keep his son save and help him if there was any trouble. So in reaching an agreement of Obi-Wan’s future as a Force Sensitive kid he can say that he had a pretty normal and stable upbringing. Well, except maybe a few instances. Some of those were his own fault so he couldn’t really blame the people that came across him. He turned out quite decent in end. For the most parts.

However from the texts which he could find about the Jedi some things seemed more appealing than others but certainly they didn’t feel as they were too far way from him. He could have easily fit with the culture. But he loves music too much too give it up now. He loves Rex and Ahsoka as his own family and he doesn’t want to let them down. 

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3 hours later

There was a banging from somewhere outside but the drowsiness from the sleep couldn’t quite allow him to register where it came from. After a few more moments of banging and the voice of Ahsoka, Obi-Wan finally came to his senses. The door. 

He rubbed his eyes and yelled a muted “I am coming. Stop doing that. The door is going to fall.” He was still sleepy and couldn’t find his slippers so he just headed barefooted with one open eye towards the door and opened it.

“Finally. We were going to- Can, you please put something on ?” Ahsoka looked her friend up and down, unimpressed and passed by him to go inside. 

What in the blazes... His sleeping habit of undressing himself had acquired for the first time when he was hitting puberty and he couldn’t exactly explain what is what connected to. It’s probably the most embarrassing habit he could have developed, especially when the first time it happened was during summer camp with the freshers being mixed and him trying to sleepwalk to there in the early morning with his blader not allowing him to sleep. He couldn’t have predicted that there would be somebody else. He also didn’t know about the lack of clothes on him. With the years it got less frequent, thank the Force.

“We brought food and a holofilm. It’s the crime-suspense one we have been wanting to watch.” Rex tried to hide his smile and not to comment that his friend hasn’t been able to outgrow his adolescent habit. It’s not like everyone can train their brains to do what you want them to do, damn it, Rex.

“Did you come here straight from Uni?” Obi-Wan was trying to speak to the younger girl while she was putting the popcorns in the nanowave and just not staying in one place. He had two rooms + fresher and a balcony. How much more she can move?

“Sure. Why?” she moved to the balcony taking a pack of cigarettes. Obi-wan took the whole pack out of her hands and threw them to Rex. “Hey, come on”

“Not good for you.”

“Look who’s talking. Blondie, pass them back.” 

“I ain’t getting into the middle of that. I am just minding my own business, thank you very much.” 

“Chicken” Ahsoka puffed her cheeks out, signed and put her hands on the balcony’s metal barrier. 

“You should spend more time at home. I thought you stopped being a bratty rebel who didn’t like her dad that much with no reason.” 

“I did. And I do. I do spend time at home I mean.” A few beats pass by them, looking to the Coruscant’s landscape, basking in the noises of the city and background noises of Rex doing something in the kitchen. Ahsoka straightens up and turns around towards her friend, looking at the ground, playing with something in her hand. “I love my dad, don’t get me wrong. But sometimes there comes a time when you just feel like you have to split from each other and live alone.” A few more beats pass by “You understand better than anybody I know.”

“Of course I won’t judge you if you want to live separately from your father if that’s what you mean. I do hope you talk to him first and not just run away.”

“Absolutely. I am not that irresponsible, not anymore. I am sure he will miss me and it would be much harder for him than it is for me. I just need this at this point in my life.”

“I am sure he will understand. He is going to absolutely throw you “a goodbye party”. Or more likely “get home sooner” one.”

“Oh, Siths. Please don’t make me imagine this. It just sounds embarrassing.”

“Rex is totally going to get everything filmed.”

“I already know that I am going to kill him.”

Both of them laughed at the ridiculous situation. Obi-Wan placed his hand on the younger girl’s should in a reassuring manner. 

“Whatever you decide to do I am here for you one hundred and ten percent of the way.”

The togruta smiled at him and pulled him into a hug.

“Thanks, big bro”

“Oi, the sappy bunch, are we going to watch a movie or what?”

The other two rolled their eyes and returned back inside. While the two were chatting outside Rex had set the snacks and drinks on the coffee table and prepared the film for just pressing the play button. 

“Hey, look what we’ve got here. Can you believe, Obi. Our bassist is good at more things than just looking good, playing the bass and getting us a free drink.”

“He is sometimes good at repairing stuff. You gotta give him that.”

“Oh, yeah for sure.” the other two snickered while the blonde was flipping them off.

“Haha, you guys. You are a golden comedy duo. Can we now just watch the damn film? “

“Absolutely”

Halfway into the movie, Ahsoka fell asleep and the guys let her sleep on the bed and called Plo so he won’t worry about his daughter being kidnapped or something else. He told them that he could come to pick her up so it won’t be trouble for Obi-Wan but the younger man reassured him that it was no problem at all.

“So we are calling the Skywalker guy?”

“That is what you want, guys, right? I am not making that decision just on my own and just presuming your opinions.”

“Yeah, it is.’

“Then it’s decided.”

The two men were sitting on the floor cross-legged, drinking whatever was left from the things Rex and Ahsoka brought. 

“Do you want something stronger? “

“What do you have in mind?”

 “Cheedon whiskey. You know that is not my usual preference but someone who I used to fuck from time to time gave it to me recently as a gift for our good times. Amusingly he was there when Satine and I, well Satine to be precise broke things off. “ The ginger was pouring the drinks while talking and his bandmate was watching him cautiously .”But this is a great drink. Let’s drink to our future success. Cheers.”

“Cheers.” Rex watched his friend enjoying the brown beverage going down his throat and then looked at his own and sipped a little. Making a face because of the burning sensation of the drink. It had good after taste but Rex is definitely not the biggest fan of this type of liquor. He prefers his beer.

“How are things with after Satine? I mean I know you don’t like sharing the hard stuff with us, especially me. You sometimes talk to Ahsoka but you haven’t said anything. What I am getting at is that I am worried. We are worried, with Ahsoka. And we want to know if everything is really fine.”

Obi-Wan knew that Rex didn’t like initiating conversations with serious topics. He was usually there when you needed him, he doesn’t ask you a question, just stays with you until he knows you are ready to tell him what’s wrong. And Obi-Wan could sense the uncomfortableness in Rex’s everything. The older male greatly appreciated what his friend was doing for him and he didn’t want to just blow him off. He knew that it took strength to do something you don’t enjoy doing.

“I can’t blame her. As much as I want to say it was both of our fault. It was mine. I just wish she could have done it sooner for her own good. I was too much of a coward to leave her. I stayed with her just because I was used to it, but I didn’t really feel the way I felt before and it wasn’t fair to her. And that not being the worst part. Now cheating is what an immoral person does.”

“You know that wasn’t the full story.”

“Wasn’t it? I remember it differently.” Obi-Wan was pouring his third drink now and Rex was thinking of hiding the bottle. Or plain pouring it out into the sink.

“You don’t remember half the night. That is the problem. You are trying to take the full blame for something you weren’t even half-conscious to do.”

“But I was conscious enough to kriffing get it up and stick it up into a guy’s ass. Wasn’t I, Rex?” The ginger was trying no to raise his voice so he won’t wake up Ahsoka but he was having a hard time. He stood up, cursing under his breath, took his cigarettes and went to the balcony. 

Rex was blaming himself for even raising the question. He knew better than that. Why did he even try to get something out of the older? He never wins with him. His brother is better than him with that. Dealing with Obi-Wan Kenobi. Kriffing Siths. He begrudgingly went to the balcony’s door frame and stood there. Shifting his eyes between Coruscant’s view and his friend’s back. 

“Look, I know it doesn’t matter what I say, you are going to continue putting the full blame on yourself, but just know that. I am on your side. I will call you out when it needs to be done. But not when you don’t deserve it.”

“I wanted it, you know that Rex. I told you. You were there.”

“You were drunk. He wasn’t.”

Obi-Wan turned around with glistening eyes. Tears. 

“I said yes, Rex. I said it. I would-I would have said it even if I was sober, Rex. I know it. I do. I just-” the older male dropped to his knees. Putting out his cigarette and hanging his arms to the side.”I am just-just not sure anymore.” 

He looked up to Rex, with his cheeks already wet from the streaming tears. The blonde crouched down and hugged his friend. They stayed that like for a few minutes and Obi-wan spoke again, with a hushed voice.

“I think I am just trying to convince myself at this point. Not trying to fall apart. I can’t do it. If I fall apart I have to tell her. She can’t know, Rex. She’ll blame herself that she didn’t let me speak. It’s better that way.”

Rex pulled away from Obi-wan and sat on the floor across him, looking at his friend.

“You are kriffing idiot you know that. How is that better? Who is it better for exactly? Not you, that’s for sure.”

“Don’t say anything, Rex. Please. Not even to Ahsoka.”

Rex was wondering really hard how he could just prevent his friend from harming himself further than he already has. 

“I am not the person that is going to tell you how to live your life and what choices you have to make. That is your job. But I am the person who is going to be next to you until you want the help you need. Ahsoka and I are going to be here. Cody too. He cares for you too, even if he has “the though love makes you stronger logic”. Rex paused for a moment and continued “Your father will always be there for you too. Well, at least until you know. Nevermind.” He dies Rex thought.”Maybe things with Satine won’t be the same but they don’t have to be. The important thing is that you feel better.”

Obi-wan stopped crying and he was sniffling softly. Trying to get his composure back. He didn’t like showing his vulnerability. Even to his friends. He would start to think of himself as a burden but wanted to stop it.

“I don’t think I am ready yet Rex. I don’t think I am able to face it.”

“Look that is perfectly alright. As long as you don’t try and deal with it alone in an unhealthy way. We are here for you, okay.”

The only thing the ginger could manage as a response was a weak nod. He searched for his cigarettes and popped one his mouth. Rex picked up the conversation again.

“Truly the pot calling the kettle black.” he laughed a little to his friend’s earlier hypocrisy to Ahsoka. The older male looked at him confused.

“Huh? Oh, that. You know that I have tried to quit several times with no positive outcome.” He lit his cigarette and let out a blow of smoke.”It’s truly something I’ll never be able to fix.”

“Whatever you say, Nobi, whatever you say. Do you want me to stay more because the public transport will soon stop and the prices of the hovercabs are going up.”

“Nah, go. I am going to fine.”

“Call me when you get a word from Skywalker.”

‘Absolutely.”

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The next day came faster than he expected with the bustling city noises waking him up. He forgot to close the door to the balcony last night. He remembered dragging himself from the outside, laying down his futon and just laying down. Now he had a duvet, which he didn’t remember getting. Ahsoka. She is still sleeping. He realised it’s still early as Ahsoka haven’t gotten up and she usually doesn’t have classes until late morning or early noon. He wasn’t sleepy, which meant his day will be longer and that annoyed him to no limit. He grunted and pulled the duvet over his head.

“Can you please just let me sleep for one more hour? Your grinding teeth are really kriffing annoying you know that. I think you should really go and let a doctor check you out. You have too much sleeping habits. It’s not healthy.”

“I just woke up and you are already annoying me.”

A small heart-shaped pillow flew over his head almost hit him in the face.

“You missed.”

A creak from his bed followed by footsteps on the wooden floor. His eyes were closed so he did not anticipate a soft yet hard hit on the face by a larger pillow.

“I think not. Ugh, now I am woken up. Make us some coffee. You are the host. Be one.”

“Half of my wardrobe is filled with your clothes plus a couple of your shoes. I think you can make your own coffee.”

“You are unbelievable.”

A small scratching noise was coming from the window outside followed by a meow. Ahsoka’s head snapped towards the noise and she went to check it out. There was a middle-sized loth-cat. The cat’s whole body was white except a patch of brown on top of each eye. Which was now meowing in Ahsoka’s feet, not knowing if it could do anything else

“Did you get a loth cat and not tell me?”

“She’s not mine. She just came one day and I started feeding her. She comes from time to time and I give her food when I am here. She seems like she’s domesticized. She had a collar when she first came but not anymore. Didn’t have a tag or anything like that.”

The togruta had already started making noises at the animal and petting her. Obi-Wan got up, when to the kitchen and took out a packet from the cupboard under the sink. He passed the girl with the cat in her lap, went on the balcony and poured the food into a green plastic bowl. The cat run next to him and started eating. He petted her for a bit and stoop up.

“Okay then. I think it’s time you get ready for Uni and I am going to make us breakfast and then I am going talk to Anakin.”

“Okay, boss. Oh, there is something else I want to talk to you about.’

“Sure. What is it?”

“Um, I have actually started to look into some places where I can move to live. As you know I received some loan and grants before I entered Uni so I have some money saved and can live for a while on those. But I was wondering if you could still help me with checking out when I pick a place if it’s legit or not. You have some experience so I think it would help me greatly.”

“Yeah, yeah. No problem.”

“Okay, I have more to tell you but I am going to shower first.”

The ginger laughed to himself and returned his attention to the breakfast. He hasn’t cooked for himself in a while. Running on coffee and cereal lately hasn’t been that great on his health but work kept him from making healthy choices. Okay, he kept himself from making healthy choices. A soft meow interrupted his inner monologue and his attention shifted towards the small creature which was halfway inside halfway out. 

“Oh, water. I forgot. What an idiot.” 

He filled an empty jar with water and went outside to put it into another plastic bowl but this one was blue. 

“Here, little one. Enjoy.”

The man smiled slightly and petted the cat softly again, trying not to disturb it, then he returned inside and went to finish making the food. While the man was occupied with his furry friend the shower noise had stopped and minutes after that the young togruta came out surrounded by fog.

“You should be thankful I don’t ask you for money for the electric bill. Half of it it’s yours. Doesn’t your skin melt off or something. “

“No, Mr Freeze who would probably shower in ice cube bath. I don’t have your endurance. “

“I could say the same to you.” Obi-Wan sent his most mature response - sticking his tongue out which was returned by Ahsoka with twice the emotion. 

“What else are you going to tell me.”

The togruta got closer to the kitchen counter and started making coffee for both of them

“Oh. I asked Cody if he can help me with a job in like a month or two. And he said that he won’t be needing any additional staff for the near future but he said he can speak with some friends of his that are in the business and will let me know if something comes up. ”

“That’s great. I am so glad for you.” Obi-Wan set everything on the table, while Ahsoka put some background music to enjoy while they were eating. 

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[final-girl96]

Let's Save The World

Chapter Ten

Luther had gotten up and got five a sandwich and some coffee. "So... you were hit men?" He asked.

"Yes," Five and I both said.

"Uh... I mean, you had a code, right? You didn't kill just anybody," Luther said as he sat back down on the chair he had been seated in.

"No code," Five said. "We took out anyone who messed woth the time line."

"No matter who they were. If they messed with the timeline we took them out. It's that simple," I said.

"What about innocent people," he asked.

"It's the only way we could get back here," Five said looking up at him.

"But that's murder," Luther said.

"Grow up, Luther. We're not kids anymore," I told him.

"There's no such thing as good guys or bad guys. There s just people, goin' about their lives," Five said. "But when the world ends, all those people die, including our family."

Five sighed as Luther looked at us. "Time changed everuthing," he said and looked at me but I kept looking at Luther.

I sat there and thought about the days we were stuck in the wasteland we once called home.

*flashback*

We had jumped to far. Now as we look around we can see nothing but ruble and fire. "Five, where are we?" I asked.

"I don't know," he said.

Five tried getting us back bit his powers weren't working. We looked around to see our siblings all dead.

Well all except for one. Vanya. Where could she be? Is she alive?

After a few weeks of being there me and Five got separated when we were out scavenging. I had gotten lost and couldn't get my baring right. Nothing looked the same.

I was on my own for five years. I had found a small building that bad half of it still standing. So I made it my home. While out searching I ended up at the library.

It had been standing somewhat but what caught my eye was a familar looking boy. He was taller now and older but he still had that brown hair that was perfectly kept. How he did that in a place like this was anyone's guess.

"Five?" I said.

He was standing on a pile of books writing on the concert beams. He turned around and looked at me before going back to his work.

"Yes, Eight? What's is..." He started to say before he realized I was really there.

"Eight!" He said and jumped down running over to me and pulling me into a bone crushing hug.

I giggled and hugged him back. "What happened to you?" He asked pulling away.

"Oh, you know. Got lost. I couldn't get my bearings everything looks different. But I'm fine," I said.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Trying to figure a way to get us home," Five said and went back to his writing.

A few years later Five asked me to marry him. He had surprisingly found rings in a store that was half burnt down.

We were in our 50s when the handler came along and we joined the commission.

*end of flash back*

We had made our way back to the Academy. We walked up the stairs. We walked towards Klaus' room after hearing him groaning. We looked in to see him itching himself. "Oh, boy," he said.

Five and I looked at each other. There was no doubt Klaus had time traveled.

Five walked into the door way and kocked. I peered over his shoulder. Klaus was standing there putting a shirt on.

"You okay?" Five asked as he walked into the room as I followed him.

Klaus looled at us. "Hey," he whispered.

He looked like had just been through some heavy shit. "Yeah, I just... long night," he told us.

"More than one, from the looks of it," Five said.

"Yeah," Klaus said putting his shirt over his head.

"Don't remember the dog tags," Five told him.

I didn't even notice them I was focused on the new tattoo.

"Yeah, they belonged to a friend," Klaus said.

"How about the new tattoo?" I asked.

Klaus looled at his arm "yeah know, I don't totally remember even getting it," he said. "Like I said, it was a long night."

"You did it, didn't you?" I asked.

"What are you talkin' abput?" He asked.

"You know, we can recognize the symptoms, klaus," Five told him.

"Symptoms of what?" Klaus asked.

"Jet lag," I said.

"Full body itch," Five continued. "The headache that feels like someone shoved a box of cotton up into your nose and through your brain."

"YOU gonna tell us about it?" I asked and sat beside him on his bed.

"Your pals, when they broke onto the house and they couldn't find you, they took me hostage instead," Klaus said looking between me and Five.

"And in return, you stole their briefcase," Five said.

"Yeah," he answered. "I thought there was money in it, or I could pawn it, you know, whatever."

Five paces the room. "And then I opened it," Klaus said.

"And the next thing you know, you were... where?" I asked. Or should I say When?"

"What d ofference does it make?" He asked.

"What diff... uh... okay, how long were you gone?" Five said clearly frustrated.

"Almost a year," Klaus said.

"A year?" I asked and looked at Five.

"Do you know what this means?" Five said.

"Yeah, I'm ten months older now," Klaus said.

"No, this isn't any sort of joke, klaus," Five told him. "Hazel and Cha Cha will do whatever they can to get that briefcase."

"Where's is it now?" I asked.

"Gone. I destroyed it," he said. "Poof."

"What?" I said.

"What the hell were you thinking?" Five said.

"Calm down Five," I told him.

"What do you care?" Klaus said.

"What do I care? I needed it, you moron, so I could get back. I could start over," Five said.

I glared at him. Of course he wanted to start over so then he could take back asking me to marry him.

"Just... just," Klaus said getting up walking towards the door.

"Where are you goung?" Five asked.

"Interogation's over, just...leave," Klaus said walking out if the room.

Five grabbed a pen and paper off the night stand and sat down on the bed beside me and started scribbling something on the paper.

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[entity020]

MANIFESTO

May i think

Why it is so hard to be a sane, normal, human being? I almost can’t remember the times when i was truly happy, if there were any moments when i felt that, i don’t even know.

I just wanna feel a touch, a connection, so i know i mean something at least to someone if i can’t feel that for myself. I’m useless, i just carry this broken mind and body after me day after dat, without a purpose, and all that is left is just to see what will happen..

I barely can think straight, my mind it’s like cut in two perfect halves, but totally different one of each other, and the most shitty part is that these two are working exactly at the same time, i can never choose a way or anything and feel sure about it.

I need help and i don’t know how to ask for it, because there is no one and never be someone to come and help me, because at the same time i want help but i don’t, i want someone to understand me but i don’t, like o said my mind what’s cut in two pieces. And i don’t really wanna ask for help because that makes me feel vulnerable and yeah.

I wrote this because i couldn’t hold it in and i finally exploded, i think it’s better to write these things here or somewhere than go through another failed suicide and i really don’t want to go to the police and hospital and psychiatry again, it’s worse than anything to go to through this you just feel like you’re some sort of crazy thing, something .. i don’t know how to explain you feel like pure shit.

I don’t know why life it’s like that. All my life i have been used, betrayed, told that i am a disappointment, a mistake, and those things were said to me from my parents too, who are supposed to be your protectors, the people who will always be by your side and love you, well my parents can love my ass because they damaged me twice as much as they ,,love" me. I think all my issues started from them but now it’s too late to fix some things. I’ve been looking for love but every time i’ve got to be lied, cheated on, betrayed.

4 years ago i started taking drugs, which i still do. At first it was just for experience you know, trying new things but i’ve found a shelter in them. I felt good about myself, i felt free, i don’t know why people say drugs are bad, at least drugs made me feel much better about myself and helped me when no one was there. The drugs are bad just for the people who don’t know how to use and handle them.

From all the lies and betrayal i made a shell, to be safe,careless, but that it’s not a good thing either. Now i have problems with that too, i care to much for things i shouldn’t and don’t care for things i should and all my feelings, emotions, thoughts, are all messed up, twisted and morphed into things i can barely understand.

The society in which we live today makes us ill. Just stupid people could think it’s a good thing. Humans are not humans anymore, they are something else but for sure not humans. We have gone away from the things who makes us humans, the love, the trust in each other. Now we just use and reuse and use and reuse each other. Some sort of fucked up system where people use people for other people and it just doesn’t make any sense.

I just wanna go away, far far far far away from this shit hole of world, where i can be finally free, where i can find my soul, my mind, the pure essence of existence, the meaning of life. And these things are very possible to do, but the system, the society, and all the so said ,,powers" of the world stops us, they don’t wanna let us be who we really are. What we are in this moment is waaay waay too far away from what we really are, and this fact is just so sad.

Well i hope i am a little better now that i wrote that.

Now that i think about it, maybe it’s not me who is the crazy one, the crazy ones are the rest of the people. The brain washed ones who i had contact with, the stupid ones, because the majority of the world is made from this people.

I try to destroy this system and this society as much as i can do, stealing, being the true myself whatever are they saying, just to fuck around with their perspective and logic about what it’s wrong and good. Well shit there is no wrong or good and never was. Wrong and good are just ideas. From shitty people for shitty people. Anarchy it’s the solution, destroy everything, go back to our basic instincts, fuck the society norms, if you wanna live by yourself in the wild do it, if you wanna shit in the street do it, if you wanna cut the throats of the people who hurt you do it, in this reality, in this universe there are no rules who forbid that, we made these rules ourselves and as well we can eat these rules shit them and set them on fire ourselves.

Fuck this system fuck this society fuck this world let’s just put everything in a big ass food blender and made a whole new thing.

I will be myself no matter what i tell myself or other people tell me.

14.may

People never change because they are shit and they can go fuck themselves i think i'm going crazy everuthing is rumbling inside my head and everything is rumbling insidey head and i feel like shit i can't trust anyone i hear voices and it is oh so hard to do it i just wanna be free from this existential cage full of monkey shit i can't do it anymore.