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marvelcriminalhoe · 3 years

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Stumbling West

Aaron Hotchner x Female Reader

Chapter 8

The Next Step

Summery: Smut. That’s it. That’s the chapter. I know not everyone likes to read smut, so this chapter isn’t really anything else but that. You can skip it if smut isn’t your cup of tea and not miss anything regarding Aaron and Readers relationship. I just wanted to try writing something new and get out of my comfort zone. Idk how much smut I’ll actually write in the future because this was hard to come up with but, here we go :)

The case talk is from Season 7 episode 21. We are almost into season 8! One more chapter left of season 7!

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Word count: 2,926

TW: Smut. Badly written because I’ve never wrote smut before. Very little plot. Oral (Fem receiving). Unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it dudes). I’d skip this if I were you, I hate it. 18+ Minors do not interact with this post.

3 months.

You and Aaron Hotchner have been dating for 3 months.

After meeting Jack last month at the triathlon, you’re relationship has only grown. Aaron takes every opportunity given to him to have you over for dinner, or Saturday lunches, or Sunday breakfasts.

You were a bit scared that maybe it would take awhile for Jack to warm up to you, but that was quickly shut down the first time you had breakfast with them. He was immensely impressed with your knowledge of superhero comic books, something you had to thank your 2 nephews for, and was always excited when you came over for dinner.

While your relationship was moving forward in these areas, there was one area that hadn’t moved.

Sex.

You and Aaron haven’t had sex yet. That’s not to say you don’t have any form of a physical relationship, because you do. There have been plenty make outs on the couch after Jack goes to sleep, and some heavy petting and groping, something that did surprise you.

Aaron Hotchner is a boob man.

Who would have thought.

Now this is not to say he doesn’t love your ass to, because he does. You’ve grown accustomed to getting your butt slapped at random times. You’ve even had to get onto him when he did it as you were leaving his office.

“Do not test me Aaron Hotchner.” You told him.

He only replied to you with a smirk, shutting his office door.

And he says I’m the trouble maker.

But regardless of the fact you do have physical affection for each other, sex is not something that has come up, but you have talked about it.

It’s been almost 5 years since Zach died. You’ve slept with 2 people since then. One was a one night stand, and the other was a relationship that ended up just running it’s course.

You were surprised when Aaron told you he’s also slept with someone since Haylee. Granted it’s almost been 3 years for him, you did not think Aaron Hotchner was a one night stand kind of guy. Apparently it was when he was in Pakistan, and you definitely teased him about it. All good natured-ly of course.

Honestly, it’s not like you are waiting to have sex, it just, hasn’t happened. Before you were introduced to Jack as his dads girlfriend, all your dates ended at the door. Since then, you have had a bit more, productive alone time, but you haven’t had a night alone, and the knowledge that your boyfriends 6 year old is in the next room over, is a definite off switch. So you haven’t spent the night together.

You’re drawn from your thoughts, by JJ’s comment, “Firing squad. That’s not something you see everyday.”

Right. You’re on a case. Copycat in Oklahoma.

Focus on something other than getting into your boss’s pants.

You’re very hot boss, that is sitting next to you on the planes couch, right now.

Stop it. Focus.

You look down to your file, reading the case notes, “Well, Garrett had the option of lethal injection, but he chose this instead.”

“Flare for the dramatic.” Rossi quips.

Hotch reads from his own file, “Initial reports indicate no forensic evidence at the crime scene.”

“What about the icepick?” JJ questions.

Derek is the one to answer her, “It was generic. No serial number or unique metallurgy.”

Hotch’s phone goes off, making him get up from the couch and walking to the back of the plane to answer it.

You watch him walk away, lingering on how his shoulders look in his new jacket.

God you need to get laid.

Focus.

You shake your head, trying to, again, focus on the case and the information Garcia is giving the team over the computer screen, “I just got a transcript of Rodney Garrett’s last words, and first place to whoever can guess where they are from. ‘She comes like fullest moon on happy night, taped of waist-‘ “

“With shape of magic might.” Reid interrupts, “It’s from the ‘Thousand and One Nights.’ Not the exact translation I would have used, but it’s got its own merits.”

You and JJ glance at each other, shaking your heads with small smiles, as Emily pipes up, “And in a shocking non-upset, we have a winner.”

Hotch comes back to the group, hanging up his phone, “Another body’s been found a half mile from the first victim, same M.O.”

“Six hours later. This guys not wasting anytime.” You remark.

Hotch nods, “We land in 20 minutes. Reid you and JJ go to the latest crime scene. Rossi you and Prentiss talk to Garrett’s widow.” He gives out orders to the team, before looking at you and then Morgan, “You, Morgan and I, will go to the prison. If Garrett’s got a disciple, we need to find out who he is and fast.”

You really need to focus. You know you do. But you can’t. Not when Hotch is standing like that, his arms crossed over his chest, making the muscles under his suit jacket stretch the fabric just enough to see the outline of them. How can you focus on anything when his fingers are taping against his arm in a rhythmic pattern.

His long. Slender fingers. The ones that could feel so good tapping against your-

You close your eyes, wiping your hands on your pants and shaking you head.

You. Are. On. A. Case.

When you open your eyes, Aaron is looking at you. He tilts his head a bit, raising his eyebrows at you. You send him a small smile to let him know you’re fine, though you can see he doesn’t believe you, by the hesitant nod he sends back.

JJ turns around in her chair, “It sounds to me someone just needed Rod Garrett out of the way.”

“But Garrett was on death row, confined to his cell 23 hours a day. How was he in anybody’s way.” Aaron Hotch, you are on a case for quite sacks be professional, asks, arms still crossed, muscles still bulging.

Rossi brings everyone’s attention to him, “Since we’re on the subject of things that don’t make sense, the cutting of the hair? And wouldn’t he want Garrett alive to show he could do better than him?”

The frown of Hotch’s eyebrows gets deeper, “We’re missing something.”

You’re in the conference room of the local PD, going over Garrett’s file again, when Hotch slips into the seat next to you.

“Are you alright?” He asks softly.

You don’t look at him, instead keeping your eyes on the file in front of you, “Fine.”

You can feel his gaze burning the side of your face. He’s waiting, you know he’s waiting. Huffing air out of your nose, you turn to make eye contact with him, “I’m fine, really. Just a little distracted.”

“Anything I can help with?” He reaches out, grasping one of your hands that’s under the table.

At his touch you freeze. You’ve been craving his touch, and it’s taking all of your willpower to stay completely professional and not do something that could cause either of you to potentially lose your jobs. You know Aaron caught your body stiffen, and by the way his eyes widen and lips slightly turn up, he knows why you’re distracted.

“I see.” he clears his throat, eyes amused as he looks over you, squeezing your hand with his before retracting it back into his own lap, “Perhaps this is something we should talk about after the case?”

You nod, absolutely mortified, that your boss/boyfriend knows you can’t focus on a case because you’re horny for him. You force yourself to not grimace as you whisper, “That would be best.”

He nods, running his eyes over your figure one last time, before standing up and walking back over to where Rossi and JJ are talking.

Could you GET anymore embarrassing?

The team was able to wrap up the case, catching the copy cat, and make it home in time for dinner, we’ll, a late dinner.

You just got done with your after action report, knocking on Aaron’s office door, waiting until he called you in.

“Here’s my report.” Putting it in his outstretched hand.

He looks up from his own report, placing yours on his desk with the others, before nodding to one of the chairs in front of his desk.

You sit down as he leans back in his own chair, arms crossing, a smirk forming on his lips.

“Out with it.” Your voice flat as you roll your eyes, too tired to care for his teasing.

“Out with what?” He jokes confusion.

You whine, dragging out his name, “Aaron.”

“Alright, alright.” He laughs, his arms unfolding and laying on his desk.

You both stare at each other, small smiles on your faces, yours evidently more flustered then his.

He breaks the silence, “Come over for dinner tonight.”

“It’s late.” You remind him.

“I know.” He nods, “But Jacks at a sleepover, and I would like to spend some quality time with my girlfriend that doesn’t involve hunting down a psychopath.”

Aaron’s idea of dinner, was boxed Mac and cheese, not that you were really complaining, you didn’t have much in your pantry either. Now you’re both cuddled up on the couch with a glass of wine, talking over the last case.

“Seriously, two serial killers obsessed over her. What type of vibes is she putting out there?” You put your glass on the coffee table in front of you, before laying your head on Aaron’s chest, looking up at him.

He puts his glass on the side table next to him, before wrapping both arms around you, one on the side of your ribs and the other in your hair, “Well I’m obsessed with you.” He grins.

You scoff, “Not the same thing.”

“No,” His face drawing closer to yours, “Guess not.”

His kiss is heated with want, quickly overpowering you. He pulls you closer to him as you move your legs to straddle his waist. Your hands cup his face, as his own roam your back, down to your butt, squeezing it and drawing a moan from you that he swallows. Aaron pulls back from the kiss, just enough to mumble against your mouth, “I’d like you to stay.”

His voice is a gruff whisper, sending chills down your spine. You can’t seem to find your own voice, but nod your head vigorously, before pulling him back in for another heated kiss. Aaron moves his hands from your butt to the back of your thighs, before grabbing you and standing up, earning a surprised squeal. He smirks into the kiss, as he makes his way down the hallway to his bedroom.

He closes the door with his foot and moves towards his bed, laying you down. You watch as he takes off his shirt before leaning over you, his hands moving under your own shirt and his mouth kissing up and down the junction of your neck.

You whimper at the scratchiness of his 5’o clock shadow he’s sporting, imagining what it would feel like on your thighs. His hands move to your back, unclasping your bra, before slipping them from your shirt. He pulls away from your neck long enough to remove your bra your top, before leaving a trail of sloppy kisses down the valley of your breasts.

He looks up at you, making eye contact as he brings one of them into his mouth, sucking on it, while one of his hands plays with your other nipple, rolling it between his fingers as he lightly bites down on the one in his mouth. You close your eyes, moans leaving you as he switches breasts with a pop of his mouth.

“What was it that got you so distracted?” You think you hear him ask, though you're so into the assault he's committing, you can’t be sure. You whine when you feel him stop and pull away, looking down at you at you smirking, “I asked you a question sweetheart.”

You breath out an impatient sigh, “You did.”

He hums, grabbing your hands that are trying to draw him back into you and pins them above your head with one of his, “What, exactly, baby?”

“Your hands. Your fingers.”

“My fingers?” He questions, drawing his free hand down your chest to the top of your pants, “What did you want with my fingers?”

You wiggle your hips, begging him to keep going, “I wanted them on me.”

Aaron raises an eyebrow at you, “Just on you?” He unbuckles your jeans, before sliding his hand under both layers of fabric you have own, stopping just short of where you actually want him.

“In me.” You whine, “I want your fingers in me, please Aaron.”

He kisses your neck again, drawing his hand even lower, to your awaiting core, “All this for me honey? I haven't even properly touched you yet.” He sounds surprised at how wet you are for him.

If only he knew he didn't even have to touch you to get you this wet.

That will stay a secret.

He raises above you, moving down your body and starts tugging your jeans and panties down. You raise your hips to help him, before they hit the floor below the bed. Aaron spreads your legs, both hands gripping your thighs, as he looks up and makes eye contact with you. He leans down, painstakingly slow.

He keeps eye contact as you feel the first strip of his tongue. Your eyes close involuntarily, head going back as he his tongue does another, even slower than the first, before diving in, taking your clit into his mouth. You buck your hips up, trying to create even more friction, chasing the feeling he's giving you.

You feel him slowly start to slide one finger into your warmth, curling up, “Aaron, please.” You beg for more, needing more. Your hands find a home in his hair, tugging on it gently, but with enough force to keep him going. Aaron moans around your bundle, sending sparks up your body before adding another finger, bringing you closer to the edge you are so desperately chasing, the edge you have been wanting to feel for the last 4 days.

You come with a loud gasp, back arching into one of Aaron’s hand and his mouth, as his other hand goes to hold your hips down, letting you ride through your high.

Aaron moves up your body, stopping as he reaches your face, “You are so beautiful when you come baby.” He whispers to himself, as if you weren’t meant to catch it, “So beautiful.”

You open your eyes when you feel Aaron get up from the bed, he stands above you, taking off the rest of his clothes. You drink in the figure of the man in front of you, your gaze traveling down his sculpted chest and the deep v of his hips. Your eyes widen when the reach the area you’ve been craving all week. Looking back up at Aaron’s face, the cocky smirk on his painting it, tells you he knows exactly what you were thinking.

He definitely has nothing to be shy about.

“Like what you see baby?” His voice husky and low, body climbing back over yours.

Good lord.

you grab his hips, bringing them down to meet yours, “God Aaron, you're so beautiful.”

He breaths out a laugh, shaking his head and smiling down at you, “Are you sure you want this?”

“I think you know how much I want you.” You smirk up at him and kiss his jaw.

He leans over to his bedside table drawer, reaching in before he sighs, head falling onto your shoulder with a groan, “I don’t have anything.”

“I’m clean and on the pill.” You tell him, almost desperately.

He kisses you before whispering against your lips, “I’m clean too.”

Aaron reaches down between your bodies, grabbing his hard cock and sliding it between your folds, gathering your wetness, and mixing it with his leaking own leaking from his head. You feel the burn of the stretch when he starts to enter you, slowly going further and further until he bottoms out.

His forehead lays upon yours with a rough grunt. Aaron breaths in heavily, giving you time to adjust, eyes staring into yours. His hand comes up to cradle your cheek, thumb rubbing over your bottom lip, “You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted you like this.”

Your lips softly kiss his thumb, mumbling against it, “Show me handsome.”

He starts moving in and out of you, both of you moaning together. You wrap your legs around his waist, making him go even deeper.

“You feel so good sweet girl. So good.” He moans into your neck, leaving small love bites on your skin, that you will no doubt have to cover up.

Whimpers leave your mouth as you gasp, hands traveling to his back, bringing him as close as possible to you, nails sliding down his skin, “Aaron, harder. Please go harder.”

He starts thrusting at a brutal pace, chasing both of your highs as you squeeze around him, “You like that baby? You gonna come for me pretty girl?”

All you can do is nod, as you close you eyes, your body reaching its second climax of the night, back arching into Aaron, hips becoming impossibly close to his, as he follows after you. Warmth spreads within you as you both pant and gasp for air, Aaron drawing the bliss out for the both of you, whispering sweet words in your ear as you both come down.

You feel him pull out of you and hear as he goes into his bathroom, turning on the sink. You open your eyes when you feel a wet cloth between your legs, he gazes up at you, a small, euphoric smile gracing his face, one matching your own.

He discards the cloth in the hamper, before making his way back to the bed, pulling the covers out from under you and sealing you both in warmth. You turn towards him, laying your head over his chest and throwing an arm around his waist. He pulls you in closer, holding you tight, his legs intermingling with yours.

The only sound in the room being your beating hearts in perfect rhythm together, as you drift off to sleep, with a kiss to your hair, and an unspoken promise of the future.

*****

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capricornus-rex · 3 years

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A Shadow of What You Used to Be (13)

Chapter 13: The Favorite | Cal Kestis x Irele Skywalker

Requested by Anon

Summary: There is another! Years after young Anakin Skywalker departed Tatooine, his mother Shmi delivers a second child—this time, a daughter. Whilst the circumstance of the girl’s birth remains unexplained, Irele Skywalker has yet to choose the true path between those laid out for her.

Tags: Fem! OC, Irele Skywalker, Force-sensitive! OC, Anakin’s Younger Sister, Skywalker! OC, Darth Vader’s Secret Apprentice, Long-lost Sibling

A/N: I’M NEGATIVE FOR COVID, YAY!!1!! That’s the only negativity I need in life lmao

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Chapters: Prelude – 1 – 2 – 3 – 4 – 5 – 6 – 7 – 8 – 9 – 10 – 11 | Previous: Part 12 | Next: Part 14 | Masterlist

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16 BBY

Battered by the sweat and grit in this confined dojo, Irele had proved her capabilities for battle.

For every instructor that walked in to face her, the difficulty climbed as well.

But the dojo had become her sanctuary. No limitations, no rules. She can be angry as she likes, she can be violent to her opponents, and then there would be no repercussion—it was all at the expense of “training” which was basically they had in mind for her.

Now that she was conditioned for combat, the next phase of the plan laid out for her growth would come next—although it would be simultaneous to this training regimen.

Today marks the first anniversary of her training, the day that started this all. To commemorate the event in some sorts, they sent in an electrohammer Purge Trooper to fight with her. No trooper of this sort has ever come in to this dojo until today. For a second, it startled her; but then she shook off the anxiety from her shoulders and tightened her grip on a weapon she had stuck with since Day One—a javelin.

Her one display of power that warranted Darth Vader himself to pay a visit to the dojo in Nur.

“Admiral, ready my shuttle and chart a course to Nur.”

“Right away, my lord.” The admiral did not give it a second thought, he immediately proceeded with the preparations.

Everyone in Nur knew that Darth Vader was coming, and so they were all in full-blast in cleaning up the place to make it presentable to the lord. Everyone—except Irele, who was too engrossed with her training.

It was just getting good when Vader had arrived in the viewing room of the dojo—Irele’s already picking up the pace in the fight, but the Purge Trooper was nowhere near tired. Suddenly, it seems like out of nowhere, a strong invisible wave had lifted the instructor off the floor and threw him across the room. The last thing Irele saw was her hand held out, fingers curved in a manner as if choking a neck, and vibrating with remnants of that energy that had sent the trooper five feet away from her.

Little by little, her sensitivity with the Force has become more active.

She could not explain it. She couldn’t even believe it, she thought those moments were just illusions or daydreams that she had mixed with reality.

But this moment proved otherwise.

And it intoxicated her.

Although she had not mastered how to utilize it actively and consciously, she would take every chance she gets when she felt like it would come to her aid in the fight.

Vader departs the viewing room and makes his way down into the dojo.

“You fight well, child,” he boomed as he entered, causing Irele to turn to his direction, javelin at the ready. “But you’ve a long way to go if you are to master the art.”

Under his cape, Vader revealed his weapon: a silver cylinder accented with black duraplast grips, covered to the pommel. His leather thumb pressed the switch and out comes a blood-red beam. Irele has heard the stories, but never did she imagined seeing it in person; as a matter of fact, she’s not sure if her javelin has any chance against that.

Irele took the offensive, she moved first.

Vader, unbeknownst to her to be her own brother, effortlessly evaded it as simple as stepping out of the way.

The girl had too much pride in her to admit that her opponent was indeed stronger and more skilled, but she thought she could outsmart him, outmaneuver him, not knowing that her efforts would be in vain.

They traded strikes, but Vader was taking the lead in this fight. Irele’s tiring herself out in evading and looking for an opening, landing fewer strikes than she did with her first opponent—the trooper. The dark lord was neither generous nor kind with the training, he wanted to show Irele different levels of strengths—if she were to be dispatched in campaigns where combat is inevitable, she might as well be fazed now than later out in the field.

“It’s unwise to presume you can overpower me, child.”

With their blades locked in, Irele caught a glimpse of Vader’s face up close. The crimson red film of the lenses of his helmet uncovered a hazy view of his eyes—his real eyes: twin golden discs, glinting with menace and at the same time, a sort of grief.

For a moment, Irele’s expression showed humanity; but in the next second, she remembered the fight.

“I wasn’t planning to.”

Her overconfidence in her strike was her undoing, Vader’s lightsaber swiped it out of her hands, leaving her literally empty-handed.

“Perhaps you should re-assess that teenage confidence of yours, little one.”

Vader was moving in for a killing blow. He dared go that far. The operators in the viewing room think, “He’s going to kill her!” but the unexpected happened. In that one moment, time seemed to have slowed for Irele; Vader’s heavy yet nimble movement appeared to be slower in her eyes, which afforded her mere seconds to concentrate.

She closes her eyes… and focused.

Behind the darkness shrouding her view, she wondered why the strike hasn’t landed her yet, slowly she lifts her eyelids and saw a clear sheen shimmering in front of her—like glass with a frosted finish—while her hands were held up in front of her and wide open, sparks sputtered on all sides of Vader’s saber.

There was no time to comprehend this, but what Irele understood is that she needs to use this to advantage… now.

She pushed one hand further away, towards Vader—in effect, he was being backed away, by her. The girl took one more step, and alternately used the other hand to do the same thing as the first hand. Once aligned again, she slowly gravitated both hands to each other, closing the space in the middle and she watched Vader succumbing to his knees.

“Yes…” he lowed, rather satisfied. “You are strong with the Force. Like the blood before you.”

Those words rang into Irele’s soul, like a heavy bell with its ram, and on the top of her mind, there was one that came: Anakin.

She ceased using the Force and stumbled to her bottom, Vader remained kneeling but he held his head up to face the frightened, confused teen.

“Well done, Irele. You are ready.”

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15 BBY

Irele’s training program did not hold her back, neither did it confine her within the walls of the fortress in Nur.

Roughly a month after her first year, she was tasked to hunt Jedi. Everything she needs to know about them—she did some reading in her time alone. She studied every form, their art and history: down to the most minute part of the culture and norms. And especially the broken legacy that had was their downfall.

It’s been an impressive second year.

Irele has been training consistently, of course, having nothing else to do—except interact with HY-L33, whose programming has been modified into half-protocol droid and half-nanny droid. Most crew members who had the gall to speak to the girl kept telling her that interaction with a droid does little with human social development and growth, to which, in her chagrin, Irele would reply: “I think I’m too old to be told about pediatric psychology.”

Despite her snark, Irele tries to be learned in terms of battle strategies—she’s juggled combat training with studying naval strategies and ground assault tactics, after learning that she may be dispatched on missions with a squadron of troopers in a particular planet from time to time. In one or more occasions, she would cross paths with the devilish Admiral Thrawn, but rarely do they meet for conferences—virtual or otherwise. She can’t help but use some of her street smarts in campaigns, which more often than not, actually works.

These privileges that she enjoys were personally decreed by Vader himself, in the hopes that she would maximize her abilities from more than being a reckless warrior. Some were against it because they perceive her as a rebellious, smart-mouthed child; others decide to give her a chance, because after all, she is a growing girl who’s got a lot to learn in this kind of world she’s been thrown in.

Not all know what she was before—but to generalize it, she was just some local girl in a desolate planet in the middle of nowhere.

The droid HY-L33 looked for her master, and found Irele examining and polishing her lightsaber—something she crafted on her own, the exterior at least. The kyber crystal was harvested from a Jedi survivor she killed not too long ago, in a tropical moon where she was dispatched alone with little to no reinforcements as the troopers were designated as patrols in the town.

“Lady Irele, the briefing with the Inquisitors is due in thirty minutes.”

“Ah yes, the Jedi hunters,” Irele’s brows furrowed, “I thought I wasn’t required?”

“Indeed, but it’s been said to be beneficial for your upcoming campaigns.”

“Who said so?”

“Lord Vader, apparently… and the Grand Inquisitor.”

“Right then, thank you, Haylee.”

Irele dressed into her garbs. Tailored to perfection: the bodysuit and pants were a dark gray waterproof fabric so that the garment won’t weigh her down when fighting under inclement weather such as rain, fog, and snow. The standard material for the armor plating was duraplast—tried and tested against Stormtroopers’ blaster fire and Purge Troopers’ electro-powered weapons—and it covered her torso, shoulders, and forearms; an armor skirt made from the same material complemented the utility belt. Supposedly, they’re to be worn when in the field, but since she’s been cooped up in the Fortress in the past few days, she doesn’t bother strapping on the armaments.

Lastly, she slipped into her low, black boots. Looking at the mirror, she bound her hair in a ponytail. It was once a medium bob with ragged tips, but now she’s grown it out to a length just after her shoulders.

“Alright, I’m ready. I’ll see you in a bit, Haylee.”

The droid gave a short bow and Irele departed her room.

Nur has become her home. The metal maze once confused her, but now she knows where she’s going even with her eyes closed.

She stepped into a turbolift and pressed the button that leads her to the level where the holding rooms and war rooms are.

“Holding Room A-121,” she muttered to herself in reminder.

Along the way, she exchanged short or curt bows to the crewmen who bothered tipping their hats or saluting to her as a greeting. When she saw the engraved number on the door, she pressed another button to prompt the door open. Before her was the group of Inquisitors around a table, lounging about like schoolchildren. Her entrance silenced their already hushed conversations and she stepped in, hoping to find a spot to sit the farthest from them.

“Oh, look who’s come to join us. The favorite.” chided one of the male Inquisitors.

“Let’s make this quick so we can forget each other’s sorry asses were in the same room.”

The briefing consisted of the locations where they would be dispatched. Holograms reflecting the planets flashed one by one on the podium, head profiles of surviving Jedi flashed after the planets, and Irele squinted her eyes on a particular one that stood out like a sore, red thumb.

“Do you know this one, Irele?” one of the male Inquisitors, the Second Brother, asked Irele. He noticed she looked at this one Jedi rather specially—or so he thinks.

Irele turned her eyes to the Inquisitor and replied with a frosty “No” and then she scanned the other head shots. She studied them, since she didn’t want her not being a Jedi-turned-Inquisitor to be a disadvantage. She’s got as much as grit as the rest of them. After the briefing, she isolated herself in one of the couches, locked herself away deep in thought that the Inquisitors’ chatter was just white noise.

She couldn’t wait to retreat to her bedchambers, where she can have some time of her own, unafraid that her idea and its credit might be stolen by another. Over time, Irele has proven to be the kind who “does their homework,” for instance, she remained in the holding room when everyone else had left—probably starting their leg of the hunt once they’re off the moon—and studied the briefing’s log.

“The Jedi are going to be extra cautious if they discover the Inquisitors are hunting them out,” she spoke under the finger against her lip. “Inquisitors are too obvious to spot. The uniforms are a dead giveaway…”

Her eyes widened at the thought.

“But I won’t!” she gasped.

Before leaving the room, she humored herself with listening to the voice logs of Stormtrooper Commanders during their operation in Zeffo. She switched between data tapes, hoping to find an inkling if it was the best place to start.

Audio Data 03403, plays:

“Most of the ancient relics have been extracted from the tombs after much deep digging. Although the acquisition of these antiques were done at the expense of some of us here. Captain Kane, for instance. Who was tagged as K.I.A. while excavating more of these relics underground when local fauna attacked her and a few men in her team.”

Irele stopped midway and scrolled a new one in the databank. Audio Data 34735 plays:

“I’m starting to have a feeling that our patrols are thinning out…”

“Finally, something interesting,” she commented.

“We don’t have the luxury of deploying new troops while sending injured men to the nearest Star Destroyer or outpost. No thanks to that Jedi that was obviously headed in the same direction as we are.”

The girl’s eyes widened upon hearing the word. Her chest tightened, her heartbeat was slow but the thumping was heavy, she could almost feel it pulse through the skin of her ribs. She anticipated more.

“Though I don’t think he was after the relics. I think he was after only one relic, that I don’t know though. Whatever it is, it’s important. But another important thing is that we need to do our job if we don’t wanna lose it—or worse, our lives.”

She’s heard enough and stopped playing the audio recordings. She clicked her way to the metadata of the file and saw that both recordings were one and two days old respectively. She rushed back to her bedroom to slip into her armor, entering the room startled HY-L33, leaving her stuttering and practically choking on what words to say.

“Miss Irele?”

“Haylee, run me a quick scan. How far are we from Zeffo?”

Without question, the droid obeyed. For a minute or two, she stared with unblinking photoreceptors, the white light behind them was unmoving as a faint whirring ran in her central processing unit.

“Approximately two and a half parsecs away, milady.”

“Too wasteful to use Anathema’s hyperspace. No small carrier armed with hyperspace, but the speed is there.”

The words literally rolled off of Irele’s mouth as she talks to herself until she comes into an epiphany of an idea.

“Come on, Haylee!”

“Coming, Lady Irele.” the droid monotonously cooed but one can sense the urgency she adapted with her mistress.

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calamitousrpgarchive · 4 years

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Calamity doesn’t get snow; the kind that flutters through the clouds of ash that stain the sky, butterfly down in flakes that nestle in crevasses and melt into the ground to leave trails of wet as its only message of once being in existence. Sometimes, it settles, layers atop one another and towers high until it forms a mound that toughens with numbers – like a wolf pack; strength in numbers is a theme, the edges of the exposed the sacrifices as they become first to melt away and cease to exist, disappear into the atmosphere only to be remembered by assumption and memory.

Memories are dangerous in the State, weigh heavy on minds and leave stark images in the eyes of many. Snow; white and pure in ways is almost a blessing sent from the gods and a favour from those with divine power.

Or it’s an insult – It’s never clear the messages deities send.

But the floor of the State is coated in a layer of white, only stained another colour by heavy footprints that leave discoloured brown sludge in even steps, an occasional stain of piss yellow that emits an odour that most find repulsive and a coldness that seems to even prickle up the hairs of the dead.

Businesses begin to take advantage of the snowfall, parade the idea of winter festivities and act as though they can sell themselves as warm places with wholesome intentions; without Kochba in mind and taking advantage of the creatures less fortunate to survive in such cold terrain; exploiting the easy never became so fun when the snow comes down in force, workers of businesses and homes tirelessly attempt to keep the entryways snow-free and allow access for patrons.

There’s someone that’s taking a little more advantage of the change in shift; a way to gather the more vulnerable of creatures

Two particular notable bar and club owners are subject to something a little bit darker than the light of the snow and all it’s more hopeful vibes for a brightening future – a handwritten note is left on each of their beds. How they got there, unknown.

Only a day after the private affair:

The Nightkeepers Winter Ball is suddenly announced.

And that ever building hope explodes, the kindness of so many creatures working in unison to bring an event together that starts a new optimism throughout the State of Calamity almost seems fake. Then the decorations begin to go up, the posters advertising the Ball and its best dress attire in the most elusive and illicit club of the state raises brows and also… interests.

They’ve only shortly recovered from the Halloween, it feels like pieces are still being picked up – but the Nightkeeper’s ball that seems to be a middle ground for celebration for every mortal and immortal alike starts to imply that something’s changing within the State, that those who were perhaps once drawn to hate one another can live harmoniously and thrive in a peace that’s not as shaky as it is right now. A real sanguinity for all to lap up, if only for one night; captivated by the promise of the Winter Ball and its legitimacy.

They know it’s real because the names adorning the hosts are known.

Evanora Bile’s Halfway to Nowhere is renowned for its chaos; the dark, twisted desires that plague all within its walls becomes the centre of the Nightkeeper’s Winter Ball; to be transformed for one entire night with a specially recruited team working under her; nobody seems to know why it’s come that way – other than those directly involved. Dante Bacchus is also part of the event planning team, Angel’s Venom without him for a night; energy redirected into HTN and the Nightkeeper’s Ball with some interesting developments.

Haylee Dubois of the Beserker’s Bar is Evanora’s head bartender, forced to retrain for the shift in drink choices. Bex Moon is deputy of the bar, acting as a runner between hostess and bartender in order to keep all the guests pleased.

Harley Xhanthi has been recruited as head of entertainment; a dancer in his own right and responsible for the enjoyment of the guests, working under Evanora and Dante for the evening, he’s a far call from Restricted Emporium.

The Nightkeepers Winter Ball is the most talked about medium of peace between everyone.

And whilst the spirits are lifted for the Winter holidays, nobody thinks to ask who the Nightkeeper is that the ball’s named after.

ADMIN NOTE: Introducing the Nightkeeper’s Winter Ball. Get your best attire on and get busy. Thank your hosts and enjoy yourselves in a glamourous and illicit ball for the masses. It’s intending to be a peaceful, wholesome event that encourages new relationships and interactions with everyone convening in HTN for drinks and fun!

In regards to your invitations, you can discuss all these OOC with one another; it’s highly encouraged if you intend for damages and chaos to ensue. BUT IT’S A WHOLESOME EVENT OF COURSE. While your characters CANNOT discuss what the letter has told them, they CAN discuss that they’ve received these letters.

The event starts tomorrow: 14th December 2020 at 19:00GMT/13:00EST.

Get your glamour on creatures!

#calamity.event #event: night keeper's winter ball #pastevent

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rosinna18 · 3 years

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🌹 Episode 10 Recap 🌹

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Previously on... 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓑𝓪𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓵𝓸𝓻

Only the Top 3 remained as Devonte took the girls to Salvadorado for fantasy suite dates to test each of their connections one more time before deciding on who would become the final 2. ~

The first date went to Johanna, who received the most votes in the favorites poll, earning her 3 directed interactions. They went out to a museum to take in some local art and artifacts. Smitten as usual the couple spent a good deal of time standing outside, lost in each other's gaze, before Johanna beat Devonte to the punch, asking him to be her boyfriend. Eventually they spent some time looking at the art before having a candlelit dinner outside, sharing a few sweet moments between one another before heading back to the fantasy suite. They relaxed in the hot tub for a little bit before promptly going to bed, tired from a long day and just enjoying being able to cuddle up to one another for the first time. The next morning they got up to some WooHooing before Johanna left, ending a wonderful date all around.

The next date belonged to Delphine, who only received 1 vote in the favorites poll this week. He took her to a park to explore a bit of the jungle they were nestled in. This time Devonte was the one to not waste any time, quickly asking Delphine to be his girlfriend. They spent some time slow dancing and holding each other close, talking the day away before exploring the great outdoors a little more. As the sun began to set, Devonte grilled some dinner for them to have a picnic under the stars. Though they did not converse a ton over the meal, they left off with some stargazing before heading back to the fantasy suite. This time Delphine wasted no time getting to some hanky panky with Devonte just inside the door, the two heading to sleep straight after. We couldn't help but notice that Johanna was still on his mind in the morning though, even though the two had a lovely time and shared one more kiss goodbye as Delphine headed off.

Lastly Haylee got a date of course, her also receiving 1 vote in the favorite's poll. Devonte took her out to a local bar for some drinks and dancing and experiencing the local culture. The two chatted for a bit outside before quickly heading indoors to literally save Haylee's hide. They decided to dance together some, having a fun time until Devonte's flirty charm snuck up again and he made a quick pass at a local. Haylee was far from happy about this storming off to the other room. Devonte followed trying to do damage control but Haylee was having none of it. Going into the dinner with an icy vibe, the two made small talk most of the time. By the end of the meal Haylee seemed to calm down and they got a bit more flirty as they discussed the situation a bit more. Devonte finally asked her to be his girlfriend and lead to her to the fantasy suite where Haylee promptly took him to the hot tub to WooHoo. As Devonte slept, Haylee stayed up most of the night really contemplating her feelings and the happenings of the night. They shared one more sweet kiss and reassurances in the morning, Haylee clearly deciding she was still on board as she went back to her room, awaiting her fate that night.

Devonte then had the rest of the day to sit with his feelings, look deep inside himself and reflect on the passed three days, as that night he would have to make the most difficult decision thus far, knowing he must break the heart of one of the ladies he had grown to care about so much in order to decide on the final two...

At last it was time for the newly corpse free rose ceremony. Each of the ladies trickled in, more nervous than ever as emotions had grown incredibly strong at this point, and Devonte was clearly distraught having to make this decision, but after much introspection, he knew what must be done. The first rose went to Johanna. For a long time Johanna had been at the forefront of his mind and they had more than made up for their recent rough patch. After a splendid day together and a wonderful night where they did a good amount of enjoying each other's bodies and each other's companies, Devonte was more secure than ever that they had something special together. Thus Delphine and Haylee were left. Delphine had found herself in the bottom 2 for the third week in a row. They had a beautiful date together, sharing a passionate night and countless romantic moments between the two. But was the passion as strong with her as it was with the other ladies? And was the freakier side of Delphine that Devonte seemed to bring out a good thing? Or releasing a side of her she would rather keep tucked away? Haylee on the other hand had ridden the middle for a long time before ending last week as the front runner, her bond to Devonte growing stronger each week. Less picturesque, Haylee's date involved some trouble in paradise. But was that fight enough to call it quits? Or was it what Devonte needed to realize just how strongly he cared for her? Devonte knew he loved them both a great deal, but deep down he knew that only one lady he could feel himself falling in love with... and that was Delphine, who received the final rose of the night. Unfortunately the disconnect with Haylee during their date proved that their bond wasn't as comfortable and soothing as the other two and that his eyes just weren't for her alone when they were together. With a heavy heart, he walked her out and sent our little vampire home.

And now we are left with only 2. After weeks of drama and passion, only Delphine and Johanna remain.

Eliminated Episode 10:

🥀 Haylee

#rosinna18 #twitch #stream #sims stream #streamer #sims 4 #sims 4 bachelor #sims bachelor #bachelor s1 #bachelor s1 weekly #devonte kellogg #johanna ogden #haylee burleson #delphine shepherd

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“Billy and Sarah Talk after Onision’s House Stream“ Tea Clips

Billy streamed again explaining why he went to Greg / James’ house and acted the way he did. It was a 6 and a half hour stream so I’m definitely not going to watch the whole thing lol but this is an hour long clip from when Sarah came in to talk to Billy. I’ll take notes.

Sarah said in July 2019, Greg was supposed to go with Billy and Joe to a filming meeting but Greg canceled because he wanted her to come up while Kai was away so Sarah can date him. When he broke up with Sarah, he went to film with them while she was home alone crying on the phone with a friend. She asked Billy if Greg ever mentioned there was an 18 year old girl back at his house. Billy said no.

Billy said he would always ask if Greg about the thruple, ask if he was bringing anyone new in. He said it was half joking, but half he wanted to know what was going on because he knew girls that wanted to be part of the relationship. Sarah mentions like Jessica or [I can’t make out this name, I think Anna?]. Billy says Greg would always tell him one girl is too much work.

Sarah says Greg would have Youtubers over while she was there before. She mentions seeing Anastasia before. She says Tony V came over and he saw them all in bed together when she was 17 and didn’t say anything.

She asks Billy if he saw anything what would he have done. He says if he knew shit was going down when she was underage he would have went to the cops or told everybody.

He says he was still hanging out with Greg because he thought Greg was getting better and Billy took Sarah’s word for it when she said nothing was happening. He says when she said otherwise, he changed. Sarah says but you still went to his house and gave him an opportunity to make fun of everything that happened, like when Greg talked about her “candy tits”. She asks why he didn’t say anything. Billy defends himself and says he felt like the more he let Greg talk, the more damning information Greg would say.

He says he was a coward for not sticking up for Sarah and says he was uncomfortable. He apologies. Sarah says Shiloh, Billie, Regina, and Haylee are hurt and not happy.

Billy points out when Greg compared how he treats 18 year olds to how Peter treats Meg (from Family Guy), Billy said Peter Griffin didn’t fuck Meg, but when he said that it was covered by a TTS.

Sarah says Greg was really mean to her, but when he was nice he was touchy.

Sarah says Greg came out to talk to them because Greg knows he can manipulate people he personally knows to see his point of view. Billy says he didn’t see his point of view and Sarah says it looks like he did because he didn’t say anything.

Billy agrees with the criticism from viewers that he was “fucked” by Greg and titled this current stream “I shouldn’t have gone to Onision’s house”. He explains why he went.

Sarah says she knows how Greg can make things seem a certain way when it’s not at all that way, but it would have been more powerful for Billy to go as a grown man who has a personal relationship with Greg. Sarah asks if Billy has sat Greg down and explained to him that he’s in deep shit and tell him shouldn’t mock what’s going on. She says even if Greg ran away it would have been better than letting him talk about 17 / 18 year old vaginas. Billy agrees and defends himself more.

Sarah says she thinks Joe is hilarious from what she’s seen in Greg’s videos and from clips that didn’t make it into videos, but what Joe said during the stream did not sit right with her.

Sarah asks if Billy is afraid of Greg, he says “I am definitely-” it was cut off by a TTS.

Billy says he went because he was was enchanted by the views and money and he thought he could pull it off and make it work and it blew up in his face. Sarah says he was profiting off her abuse and the abuse of other girls.

Billy explains the events that lead up to his decision to go to Greg’s house.

They talk about how everything is a joke to Joe. Sarah says this isn’t funny to her. It’s not funny when she wakes up in the middle of the night screaming and shaking thinking she’s back in that house.

Billy explains what happened when he got to Greg’s and apologizes to Sarah. He was thankful she came on to explain how he hurt everyone and he said he read Regina’s tweets and they were not wrong.

Sarah addresses people in the chat saying she’s lying. She says she doesn’t even know how she’d make this up. It’s too intricate.

Sarah points out if Billy saw Greg as a regular person (something he’s said earlier, that he only had good interactions with Greg) and wasn’t intimidated by him, why wouldn’t he be able to call him out. Billy says he isn’t intimidated by him, but Greg was naming his friend and when it involves the emotions of people he knows and he wants to not bring any more attention to her and when Greg was saying stuff about the girls, he was very intimidated.

Sarah says she was devastated by the clips she saw on twitter.

About Greg saying Sarah raped them, she says it’s complete bullshit and doesn’t know how he could say that unchecked. Billy says he asked Greg about that the day he went to personally confront Greg after Sarah had first came out about her story. He says that day Greg had him sign an NDA [Billy holds it up on camera but it’s too small to see]. He says it was dated August 24th. She asked if Greg made anyone else sign NDAs in January. Billy says no. Sarah says then they lied to her, they told her they were having everyone in their lives sign them. She says Greg had her sign one the day after they were first intimate. Billy says he believes her.

Billy says when he confronted Greg, Greg was trying to say things without saying names because of the NDAs. “You do this, somebody does this, then you do this.” Says Greg implied rape was involved and Billy thought it was stupid.

Sarah tells Billy how he was when Greg was doing the sexual things to him, that’s exactly how she was so she doesn’t know what he’s talking about. Billy said because of his size he could have fought Greg and won when Greg did that to him, he could have told him to stop but he froze up. He says he feels like he had more power in the situation than Sarah so he can’t imagine how she felt.

She said she was horrified after seeing the clips on twitter and didn’t even want to do this anymore. This is pointless, this is a shit show, this is a mockery. She says she wishes Joe and Billy took it more seriously. She understands Joe likes to make jokes, but why weren’t the jokes directed at Greg? He’s the one in the wrong. She says there is no way Greg is the victim. There are many people who have spoken out.

Sarah says she just turned 16 when she met Greg. It was planned for her to go since she was 15. Sarah says Greg said to Kai after they got in their first big break up after Billie, “why don’t we just wait for Sarah to turn 18?” She was 15 at that time. She says she had been romantically talking to Kai at that point. Billy agrees that’s fucked up and gross.

Billy says when Greg said 17 and 18 year old girls are crazy, he points out he asked Greg then why did it take you so long to stop fucking them if they’re so crazy. Billy says there is a reason why Greg picks 17 / 18 year old girls, because they’ll put up with his shit.

Billy says when he found out Greg had been intimate with Sarah it shocked him because he really believed nothing was going on.

He says Jessica came out on twitter and said they were toying with her and was ghosted by them when Sarah came to the house. He says that’s what they do to people. He says it’s cruel to raise the hopes of a fan who would do anything for them, even show up to their house and clean and take care of their kids. Sarah says imagine going through that from 14 years old to 17.

Sarah says she doesn’t want money and never wanted money. She says only Repzion and one fan gave her money, but hearing when someone asked if the proceeds from Billy’s stream would go to victims, him answering “No this isn’t a charity stream” with such power behind his voice was upsetting. She says they’re not charity cases, but it’s upsetting seeing someone make so much money off of making fun of them with their abuser. Billy explains himself.

Sarah replies to people in the chat who say Chris Hansen should donate the money he makes too and says she doesn’t disagree with that.

Billy says everyone keeps asking about the laptop. Sarah says she has it. He asks if they did anything with it. She says Vincent held onto it and never opened it. She says he lied to her and said he sent it to the FBI. She says she has the laptop and phone and she’s not touching it. She says she has 100% certainty there is CP she sent to Kai on her phone. Billy asks why they didn’t do anything with it. She says she doesn’t know.

Sarah says she still has faith is Chris Hansen, but she is not involved with anything going forward. She says it really upset her. She says she’ll give the laptop to the FBI as soon as they talk to her. She says if it turns out things aren’t happening with the FBI, she’ll keep it until it’s needed.

Billy asks if she feels like Chris is doing his best to help or if he’s just running his Youtube channel. She says she doesn’t know and doesn’t trust anybody. That’s why she had them send the laptop back. She says putting her faith in them was not the correct move. She’s just waiting for things to get a move on. She says she’s overwhelmed with everything that’s going on and is very stressed out.

Billy says he was hoping best case scenario when he showed up to Greg’s house was he’d call the police on his, but he allowed himself to be in the worst case scenario which was him laughing at shit he doesn’t think is funny. Sarah asks then why did he let Greg do it. She says when you’re dealing with neutrality when dealing with an abuser is siding with him. Billy says he was trying to not make Greg defensive. He says when Greg is defensive he just says the same points, but when he’s comfortable he says fucked up shit. He didn’t want to stop him from possibly saying anything damning.

Sarah replies to people in the chat telling her to turn in the laptop. She says she’s going to do what she needs to do. She’s not going to keep it for herself. It has CP on it, she doesn’t want it. She is in contact with lawyers and it’s not over. Just because she’s not making everything public doesn’t mean nothing is happening. She says because of what happened with Vincent, she’s taking things into her own hands.

Billy says Chris and Vincent have been a shit show. They’re making money off of making it seem like they’re going to stop a predator. Sarah says she barely talks to Chris. She says she doesn’t know what’s going on with that.

Billy says Greg called him earlier that week and messaged friends of his to get in touch, but Billy was ignoring him for months. He says he knew it was a bad idea to go and he froze up and was a bitch and he hurt a lot of people. Sarah says she hopes the girls can listen to this and know Billy doesn’t stand by what was said. Sarah says she hopes Joe addresses this. Billy says Joe is very removed from the internet. Sarah says she wants him to know he hurt her and the other victims.

Billy invites her to come back onto his show to have a platform to talk about this or just to have fun. He says he knows he’s hurt the girls and she’s always welcome to come at him if he’s an asshole because he always wants to hear when he fucked up. She says she appreciates him being open to having her on the show even though she knows she’s a bitch. Billy says he’s friends with a lot of bitches and asshole. Sarah says well she doesn’t groom children. He laughs and says he’s not friends with groomers anymore. He’s not friends with Onision and doesn’t condone what he does.

Sarah talks about the clip where Greg says she raped him or pushed him into doing things. She says if anyone was pushing anyone, Greg was the one that pushed her and Kai.

She says after the stream she had multiple calls with the girls and they were like “what the fuck.” She says she isn’t upset with Billy giving Greg a platform, but more that he didn’t hold Greg accountable and instead let people pressure Billy into turning it into something it wasn’t supposed to be and letting them get hurt. He says there was a point where he tried to end it. He says Greg overwhelmed him and he fucked it up and reverted to what he’s comfortable with, comedy.

Sarah says she appreciates Billy’s apology and for allowing her to ask questions. She says she knows the humping thing Greg did wasn’t cool. Billy says he must have thought he could do that because of videos they made together. He says the stick/sword thing was dumb.

Billy asks about when Sarah said Greg would keep her from Joe and Billy because he didn’t want them to know something was going on. She says the night after they were all together she went to a birthday party for one of Greg’s children with all of his family there and they were all talking about what happened before in a closed room, but when the family came in it was an unspoken rule that they would all shut up. She says his family all knows her and she had to pretend everything was fine. She says Greg’s mother would call her her foster daughter and always gave her Christmas presents and didn’t know her son was fucking her (Sarah). She says she doesn’t know how someone is supposed to deal with that.

Billy says Greg went to great lengths to contact him. He says Greg even contacted people he had falling outs with in the past to apologize to them because he thought they were the reason Billy wasn’t talking to him. He tried to mend their relationship just to talk to Billy.

Sarah says there is a video sill on Greg’s channel from when she was 16. It’s a video of them playing video games together and Greg titles it “Onision destroys a teenager.”

Sarah says when Greg canceled his trip with Billy and Joe for Sarah, she told Greg he didn’t have to cancel and she would go with him and he said no because he didn’t want any questions. She says the fact that she was a secret raised red flags for her.

Billy says he believed Greg’s lies about not wanting more girls in his relationship.

Sarah says she didn’t bring up Kai in this talk because that’s not why she came on, but Kai is just as guilty as Greg if not more. She says it doesn’t matter if she still has love for Kai, he definitely broke the law.

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cozykhaos · 5 years

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A New Sun Part 8

Waking up the next morning with a pile of puppies cuddled up around me was the best feeling in the world. All of them perked up when I got out of bed and when the food bowl hit the floor, all of them did too. I would go into town today and post a bulletin about the other pups. After changing and breakfast we all went outside. I checked the soil of my crops, the ground still wet from yesterdays rain, I skipped out on watering. I would check it again in the afternoon. I used my scythe to clear the weeds to the forest, for a more defined path. I started a pile of stones and branches near the house. I would need both for any upgrades I would want to make.

I was the afternoon when I heard the engine from the truck. I started back to the house, the pups standing on the porch, all at attention. Robin and Sebastian got out of the pickup. “Puppies!” Robin’s face lit up. The pups came running down the steps and bounced around her feet. Robin crouched down and let them lick her face. Sebastian stepped around the truck, looking grumpy, hair disheveled.

“Sorry we are coming over so late, I didn’t want to wake up Sebby. He was up late last night working,” Robin said standing.

“It’s no problem. I actually forgot you were coming by today,” I let out a little laugh and scratched the back of my head. Noticing Sebastian, the puppies bounced over to him, Asher’s gray twin reached up to Sebastian, who picked her up. Robin looked between the puppy and Sebastian, who was now holding the dog like a baby and scratching her stomach. She smiled.

“Well, should we get this fence put up?” Robin clapped her hands together. Between the three of us it didn’t take long to get the fence assembled and put up. Robin had given me plenty of room to expand my crops as well. Once we were finished, we sat on the front porch, drinking lemonade and eating sandwiches that I had made.

“Sorry it isn’t much,” I refilled my glass. “It’s a small kitchen and it’s a pain in the ass to cook in.”

“House upgrade,” Robin sang.

“Mom,” Sebastian groaned.

“I’m just saying, the place is very small. And what are you going to do when you get married?” Robin asked. Sebastian started choking. “Sebby, what’s the matter?” Robin started patting his back.

“Nothing I’m fine!” He snapped and waved her hand away. Robin frowned and then looked at me.

“I’ve actually been thinking about it. But I also need a chicken coop and a barn. Thankfully most of this season’s crops are being sold. The only vegetables I really like that I’m growing are potatoes and green beans. And it’s just me so I don’t need a whole lot.” I shrugged. I had brought out a notebook and pen with me and I started my bulletin. I looked at the puppies when I was done. Ash was playing with two of his siblings, wrestling in the dust. The all black puppy slept by the door. The gray pup slept next to Sebastian, her head on his leg. I frowned, it had only been a day, but I was attached to the little guys. But they would at least still be in the Valley with me.

“I need to go put this on the bulletin board, I’ll be right back,” I stood, Ash got to his feet and watched me. “Are you coming?” I asked him.

“I am,” Robin stood and stretched. “I need to get a few things from Pierre’s. Do you need anything?” She looked at Sebastian.

“I’m good, but thanks,” Sebastian waved us off. Asher followed us into town. Feeding all 5 dogs I would need another bag of food from Pierre’s as well. I posted up my notice, letting everyone know to come see me if they were interested in a puppy and describing each of them and the genders. I made a note that if you adopted a puppy to cross it off that way others would know it was taken.

Robin stared at the page and took up the pen that was attached to the board and crossed off the gray puppy. She beamed at me and pushed into Pierre’s. I showed her the dog food that I was feeding them and grabbed another bag for myself. After purchasing toys, collar, treats and a leash we went to check out.

“More stuff?” Pierre asked.

“More puppies,” I corrected.

“Oh my!” Pierre’s eyebrows shot up into his hair line. Robin put her elbows on the counter and leaned in. “I’m getting one for Sebastian,” she smiled.

“Oh,” Pierre’s face fell and then quickly caught himself. “Oh! I’m sure he will love that!” He cleared his throat.

“I think so,” I nodded. “One of them has been really attached to him.”

“I think it’ll be good for him,” Robin agreed. We payed for our stuff and left. I helped Robin carry her stuff back to the farm. Sebastian was still sitting on the porch, now the puppy was in one of his arms, chin on his shoulder, while he scrolled through his phone. He looked up when the other dogs came running. His brows scrunched together when he noticed his mom.

“What’s that?” He asked.

“Stuff for pup dog,” Robin replied with a shrug.

“Wh…what?” Sebastian stood still holding the dog. “Really?”

“Yeah!” She tossed the dog food into the back of the truck.

“What about Demetrius?” Sebastian’s tone went sour.

“What about him?” Robin didn’t look at him. “She’s your dog, not his.”

Sebastian stared at his mom in shock, mouth slightly open. Puppy licked his chin and he closed it.

“She will be your responsibility, feeding, playing, walking, cleaning up after her,” Robin ticked off the list on her fingers.

“Yeah, of course!” Sebastian nodded.

“Alright, well let’s get her home!”

Sebastian smiled at me over his shoulder before getting into the truck.

The rest of the week went by in a blur. Lewis, Eveyln and Haylee came by on Monday and gave me packets of tulips and blue jazz that they wanted me to plant for the flower festival. I still had time to plant them, so I kept them to the side for now. Lewis ended up leaving with the all black puppy that day, declaring her Pepper.

Tuesday, Sam and his little brother Vincent came by, their mother had agreed on letting them get a dog. They took the black dog with the one white spot over his eye. Later, I find out that Sam named Gnarles Barkley. Barkley for short.

Late Thursday Morning Shane came over, I was just finishing up with the days harvest, when he stood awkwardly at the edge of the property.

“Morning!” I waved to him. He gave a short wave back. There were dark circles under his blue eyes. “Can I help you with something?”

“I was wondering about the last dog you have,” he said. I looked over my shoulder where the black and gray bearded pup lay on his back, sun bathing in the dirt. “Jas, that’s my niece, she was furious with Marnie when she found out she gave a puppy away,” he scratched the back of his neck. “She’s usually a quite little thing. But she was spitting fire.”

“I can imagine,” I nodded.

“And now Vincent has one..” his voice trailed off as he moved next to me. The pup rolled over and popped up on to his feet. Ash bounded over to us, I picked him up. He had already grown in the last week. Shane, pushed his finger to the dog’s upper lip exposing the baby teeth. The pup stuck out his tongue, licking Shane’s finger, a small smile broke through.

“I’m going to call him Gandalf, because of the gray beard. Do you think Jas will be able to say that?” He looked at me. His eyes were kind.

“How old is she?”

“Six.”

“She should be,” I nodded.

“Yeah,” Shane played with Gandalf’s soft floppy ears before clearing his throat. “I should get going. Marnie was getting supplies from Pierre’s she should be done by now.”

“If you need anything let me know. He should be potty trained by now.”

“Yeah, okay thanks,” with a small wave Shane disappeared back into town.

I looked down at Ash who was watching Shane retreat. He whimpered. “It’s okay bud, we can have everyone over for a play date,” I said to him. His tail wagged.

I wasn’t sure what to expect from the Egg Festival, but my heart leapt for joy at the sight of the many buffet tables. My eating habits had not been the best since moving to Pelican Town and the soft layer around my tummy was slowly disappearing. I generally only ate once a day now, eating breakfast after tending the farm. The rest of my day was spent running errands, fishing or scavenging for wild crops. By the time I got home I would be exhausted and collapse into bed with Asher.

I bee lined it to the first table, there were platters of egg dishes. Deviled eggs, scrambled, fried, hard boiled, poached, egg benedict, egg salad. Little breaded cups that looked to be filled with egg, spinach and ham. Plates of steaming sliced ham that smelled of cinnamon and honey were my first stop. I filled my plate before finding a bench. I would have to remember to ask Gus for a piece of leftover ham for Ash, who I left at home. I looked around, everyone was mingling. Eating with their friends and family. Haylee was taking pictures of everyone and everything. I smiled, I hadn’t interacted with her much, since I had returned, but I admired her passion for photography.

“Kit!” Robin called me from a few tables over and waved. She was sitting with her family, as well as Sam, his mom and little brother. “Come over here!”

I swallowed my mouthful of food before moving over to their table, taking the end seat across from Sam.

“What were you doing over there by yourself?” Robin asked.

“I didn’t want to be a bother,” I shrugged and then shoveled in a mouthful of potato salad. It was sweet and had a hint of vinegar in it.

“Oh please,” Jodi said with a smile.

“You’ll always be a bother,” Sam said with a smirk.

“Sam!” Jodi snapped, reached over her youngest son and slapped Sam on the back of the head.

“Ow!” Sam rubbed his head.

“Don’t be rude!” Jodi said through gritted teeth. I smiled and shook my head. “I would like to say I am used to it, but I don’t think that would help.”

“It wouldn’t!” Sam shook his head.

“So, Kit, how is the farm doing?” Demetrius asked.

“Honey, we aren’t here to talk about work,” Robin said, placing a hand on his shoulder. Across from her Sebastian had his chin resting on his fist, leg tapping furiously. Next to him was Maru who was looking at me expectantly, I hadn’t spoken to her much either.

I cleared my throat. “Oh, it’s fine, I don’t have much to talk about any ways. My world revolves around farming and Ash.”

Sebastian looked over at me. “You didn’t bring him either?”

I noticed for the first time no one had brought their dog besides Marnie, Gandalf was chasing Jas around the yard behind Sam’s house.

“Asher gets really excited about food. Like he can’t contain himself, so I thought it best to have him stay home. Or else he would probably be slip and sliding through the egg salad right now,” I sighed. Sebastian snorted.

“I know it’s late and the seeds are hard to find, but do you think you will be getting in Strawberry seeds?” Maru asked.

“Strawberries are our favorite,” Demetrius beamed.

“Yeah, if I can find the seeds!” I nodded. “The farm is actually doing well. You can walk around now, and I finally got around to cleaning the inside. It’s hard work but I enjoy it.”

“Hmm,” Demetrius glanced at Sebastian and drummed his fingers on the table. “Some people will never know what that is like.”

“Oooookay,” Sebastian said standing. “I’m going to go check on Asha.”

My mouth dropped open, shocked at the name he had picked. I didn’t have time to speak, Sebastian was already leaving.

Robin frowned at his retreating form, she quickly hid it with a smile. “Well, I’m glad you are enjoying it.”

“I know I could never do that work,” Jodi said, she was now running her fingers through Vincent’s unruly ginger hair.

“I wasn’t so sure at first. I’m positive if it wasn’t for visiting grandpa during the summer, I would have ended up going back to the city,” I said.

“I don’t think I would mind it too much,” Sam shrugged. “I could see myself taking care of some chickens. Planting crops.”

“I know I couldn’t do it,” Maru shook her head. “I will stick to my lab thank you.”

“Lab?” I looked at her.

“Yes, I’m a scientist and inventor!” Maru smiled. “I also work with Harvey at the clinic.”

“Wow, that’s pretty cool. Weird question, but I’m going to ask. I found some blue prints for sprinklers. I know that is probably nothing to you. But will yo-“

“Yes, I would love to help!” Maru grabbed my hands. I noticed behind her Demetrius’s eyes narrowed, while Robin’s face broke open into a smile. “That sounds like fun. I haven’t made sprinklers before, but I’m sure it’ll be cake!”

“Thanks, that would be a huge help!” I squeezed her hands.

“Mom, is there cake?” Vincent finally spoke, he had been pushing around the food on his plate the entire time. He had only eaten a couple of grapes.

“It looks like it, but you will need to eat more lunch first,” Jodi kissed the top of his head.

“I don’t want to be slow for the hunt,” Vincent said.

“Yeah, this year we are going to beat Abbie, isn’t that right kiddo!” Sam playfully shoved his little brother who looked up at him and smiled.

“Yeah!” Vincent nodded vigorously.

“Hunt?” I looked at everyone’s faces.

“There is an egg hunt every year,” Robin said.

“And every year Abbie wins!” Vincent bagged his fist on the table and huffed. I looked around for my purple haired friend. She was at a table with her parents, head on her palm, looking at an empty plate of food.

“They really shouldn’t let her search. She is a grown woman now,” Jodi sighed.

“It’s open to all ages,” Robin shrugged.

“Or make age events,” I said.

“That’s a good idea,” Demetrius nodded.

“Maybe mention that to Lewis,” Robin said to Jodi.

“Trust me, I am!” Jodi said. I noticed Gus bringing out new plates and unveiling chocolate frosted cupcakes. I excused myself and made it over to the table. I was stuffing one in my mouth when Pam made her way over and started to empty a flask into the punch. She held up a finger to her lips. I looked away, a smile spreading. Gus gave me permission to take some ham home to Ash then handed me a plate that was stacked up in food and wrapped in tin foil. “Do you know Linus?” He asked.

“The guy who lives behind Robin’s house?” I questioned taking the plate.

“That’s him,” Gus nodded then stroked his mustache. “He rarely comes to any of these events. He is always welcome, but I know he feels out of place. Do you mind taking him this plate for me?”

“Not at all!” I exclaimed and headed towards the mountains.

Linus was sitting at his campfire, a basket of wild plants next to him. He sat up straighter when he saw me, his eyes narrowing into a squint.

“Hey, I’m Kit,” I said with a small wave. “I took over my grandpa’s farm.” I shoved a thumb over my shoulder, in the direction of the farm. Linus didn’t say anything. I cleared my throat. “Any ways, Gus asked me to bring you this.” I sat the plate down on the stump he had pulled up to the other side of the fire. He glanced at the plate before looking back at me. I frowned, looking at him, to the tent, then the plate. His gray eyes never left my face.

“I guess I’ll be going, enjoy your day!” My customer service voice tuned in and I wanted to kick myself. I started away when I heard a small. “Thank you.”

I smiled to myself and started back to the square. Sebastian was locking the front door when I was in front of the house. His eye brows furrowed together when he saw me. “Checking up on me?”

“No, I brought plate to Linus,” I said. Sebastian turned his head up towards the mountains. “I don’t know about that guy,” he said.

“He seems harmless,” I shrugged.

“So did Ted Bundy,” he pointed out.

“Do you think Linus has a trail of bodies leading to the valley?” I raised an eyebrow.

“Everyone has something to hide,” Sebastian smirked. I rolled my eyes.

Everyone was waiting for us when we strolled into town. Lewis had a big cup of punch in his hand, Pam glanced at me, her grin widening. I wiggled my eyebrows at her before helping myself to my own cup.

“Everyone knows the rules!” Lewis began, there wasn’t any hint of the alcohol taking effect yet. “You have 3 minutes to search for the hidden eggs. Whoever finds the most wins!”

Abbie was jumping up and down in place. She waved me over, I shook my head, pointing to my cup, I made a big deal out of taking a drink from it.

“Ready, set, go!” Lewis shouted and the hunters ran in different directions. Jodi started to cheer on Vincent while Shane and Marnie cheered on Jas. Gandalf chased after the girl. Sam had entered the hunt as well and I noticed him slipping eggs into Vincent’s basket. Abbie darted from one location to the next, I could tell that her basket was filing up quickly. Emily had also entered who skipped along as she went. Lewis blew a whistle, and everyone came in and placed down their baskets. Both Sam and Emily’s were mysteriously empty, while Jas and Vincent’s looked just a little fuller. Abigail still won, but I snuck extra cupcakes to the kids and they quickly cheered up.

The sun was starting to set when the square began to empty. Conveniently it was when clean up also started. Gus and Emily lingered, packing food into containers. Sam and Alex helped with stacking tables and chairs. I was on garbage duty when Mayor Lewis staggered past me a deep set frown on his face. I watched after him, he stumbled one step at a time towards the north. I looked over my shoulder at Gus, who had paused in his own task to watch after the Mayor.

“Should I go after him?” I asked.

“If you would,” Gus nodded. I set down my garbage bag and headed after Lewis. It didn’t take me long to find him, he stood in front of the old Community Center. The old building had seen better days. Ivy grew up the side of the walls, there was a hole in the ceiling and years of rain had caused a moldy film on the windows.

I stood next to the Mayor looking up at the old building. Something inside it stirred, I couldn’t see it, but I could feel it.

“Eye sore, ain’t it?” Lewis said, his voice was filled with sadness.

“It’s charming,” I said softly. “Like the farm.”

Lewis chuckled. “This is what is left of the Pelican Town Community Center. It used to be the pride and joy of the town… always bustling with activity. Now look at it. It’s shameful.”

I could hear the pain in the old man’s voice.

“These days, the young folk would rather sit in front of the TV than engage with the community.” He sighed heavily. “But listen to me, I sound like an old fool.”

“No.. no you don’t. You sound like a Mayor concerned for his town,” I spoke, touching his arm softly.

Lewis sniffed. “Joja Corporation has been hounding me to sell them the land so they can turn it into a warehouse. Pelican Town could use the money, but there’s something stopping me from selling it. I guess old timers like me get attached to relics of the past.. Ah well.”

He finally turned and looked at me. “If anyone else buys a Joja Corporation Membership I’m just gonna go ahead and sell it.” Lewis dragged his feet towards the door and unlocked it. I followed him inside, the old floorboards groaned under our feet. The ivy had found its way inside, we left a trail of footprints in the dust that coated every surface.

Lewis paused looking at a hut that was erected in the corner of the room.

“Hmm? What’s this?”

“Do you think Vincent and Jas were playing in here?” I asked.

“Must’ve,” he shrugged. “This place is even more dilapidated than I remember.”

I opened my mouth to speak, but before I could say something a familiar chirp came from behind Lewis. The apple sized creature jumped up and down waving. I gasped and stumbled backwards.

“Kit!” Lewis steadied me. “What’s the matter are you ill?”

I moved to the side of Lewis and looked around, the creature was now gone. “I thought I saw something, there!” I pointed to the spot.

“Hmm… I wouldn’t be surprised if this place was full of rats.” Lewis said.

Again, the creature appeared behind Lewis, waving its little arms. My eyes widen and a scream came out before I could stop it. Lewis swung around, but the creature was gone. Hands clasped over my I stared at the spot. Lewis turned back to me. “You’re worrying me Kit!” He was frowning.

I looked around the room. Everything was quite now, I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. Counting to ten before releasing it and opening my eyes. “I’m sorry Lewis,” I smiled. “I must be more tired than I thought.”

Lewis gave me a tight smile. “I’m going to head home and get some sleep, I suggest you do the same. I’m going to keep this place unlocked from now on. Maybe you can help catch that rat if you have some extra time.” He gave my hand a small squeeze before walking outside.

I stood still and suddenly my senses open up, and the magic poured in. My spine prickled at the energy. I wondered down the hall a strange force leading me. Inside a small room I found a note on the floor, I shoved it into my bag not even bothering to read it, I knew I wouldn’t know the language that was written upon it. I left the room, finger tips trailing along the wooden paneled walls that lined the hallway. The old floorboards sang their ballad as I walked upon them, the dust flaring up around my shoes as I walked towards the door. The door shut behind me and I woke up, snapping out of the strange trance.

I stumbled away from the building gasping, I clutched at my chest as I retreated. I suddenly couldn’t get home fast enough and I ran towards the farm. I didn’t stop until I was inside, the door firmly shut behind me. Ash wiggled his way up to me, a big smile on his face.

“Hey buddy,” I gasped leaning down to pet him. I skipped my other nightly chores and only fed Asher. I fell into bed. That night I dreamed of the small creatures. They chirped and danced through the Valley, life returning to the land.

#Stardew Valley #Stardew Valley Farmer #Stardew Valley Fanfiction #Sebastian Stardew Valley #stardew valley sebastian #sebastian x farmer #farmer x sebastian #A New Sun

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lemonpersona · 5 years

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IDubbbz and YouTube’s New “Harassment” Policy: A Rant

I already went off about this on Twitter so if I’m not as pissed as I should be that’s why.

But WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK SUSAN

YouTube recently removed a 3 year old video (Content Cop: Leafy) off of iDubbbz’s channel for “bullying and harassment.” Not only is this incredibly ironic because it was the Leafy Content Cop (a YouTuber once notorious for bullying people on YouTube. He’d make video after video about certain people but go off YouTube.)

Several other creators have been affected by this, but I can’t name them off the top of my head. Cut me some slack, it’s 4:30 in the morning and I’m sick as fuck.

But for them to roll out this new “harassment” policy and STILL do nothing about Onision is absolutely fucking absurd.

He’s made 75 videos about Eugenia Cooney, even after she’s nicely asked him to stop.

He’s made 50 videos falsely accusing Shane Dawson of being a pedophile.

He’s posted video after video harassing Shiloh, Sarah, Billie, Ayalla, Jaclyn Glenn, Blaire White, and countless other men and women who have also politely asked him to stop.

He fucking doxxed Billie on Twitter and Patreon has been the only platform so far with any balls to do a single god damn mother fucking thing about it.

What the fuck are you afraid of Susan? Why are you protecting him? What do you have to gain by keeping an online predator on your platform?

He found Shiloh on your website. He found Lainey (Now Kai) on your platform. He found Sarah on your platform. And Billie. And Regina. And Ayalla. And Haylee. And who knows who the fuck else.

And Twitter. He messaged these women on YOUR platform. He interacted with and drew them in further using your website.

To remove Onion Boy from your life platform would be to admit your fault in all of this. You’re guilty. You’re ashamed. But by continuing to allow him to do what he does on your websites, you’re allowing more young women to be victimized. And by continuing to do nothing about him, it’s your fault when another woman is hurt by these fucking pedophiles.

I’ve had ENOUGH of this BULLSHIT from you, Susan. Why are you protecting him?

#anti onision #anti o community #onion boy #onision #onision twitter #greg #greg avaroe #anti onion boy #coolguykai #laineybot

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shigironki · 2 years

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How'd they meet? (Haylee and edward)

Its actually funny sorta!

It first started when edward saw her through a bookstore window, first her eye color catching him off guard and soon making him fall for her hard as ever.

He interacted with her first by saying hello and meeting for coffee and books, platonically until she confessed her love.

It isnt until later she finds out that he was secretly watching her every move and thought, what she likes and dislikes, how she dresses and what she wears to bed, all of it while tied up in duct tape in his other home.

It took awhile for her to warm up to him, being kidnapped and all, but she develops a obsession of him as hes the only one around her.

Then, she becomes his partner in crime.

#its not #fun but its what happened #ziggy types #anon #self insert #c: haylee #ship: 👓what a riddle

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ofsunwoo · 7 years

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WELL --- here i am again ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ it’s ur local fidget spinning addict, haylee ( the mun of minjae & asuna ), n i’m here 2 bring u my son sunwoo. or,, my sonwoo. below the cut u’ll find some facts abt this lil bb, tho i haven’t been able to play him much b4 this rp, so he’s still v much in development !! pls b kind 2 both of us, we’re trying our best ok.

biography related !!

TW MENTIONS OF NSFW STUFF,, ( he’s a camboy so i mean ??? )

sunwoo was born in seoul !! he grew up alongside his older brother – they’re three years apart. his parents were relatively conservative, but for the most part they let sunwoo do his own thing ! they actually put more effort into raising his older brother, and with his older brother’s success, anything sunwoo did kind of went unnoticed,, which succed :~( tho sunwoo realized this p early on, n he decided life was too short to try living up to all that his brother was doing, u know ? it wasn’t like his grades were terrible n he was a bad kid – his grades were average n he snuck out only a few times ! he was a ‘ typical kid™ ’

when he was seven, sunwoo had his first asthma attack ; it scared him bc before then, he wasn’t even aware he had asthma ?? he just thought he was a healthy kid. he remembers his chest feeling really tight nd coughing a lot n looking v pale – he was trembling when his friend took him to the school nurse, but that’s about all he can recall. he was taken to the doctor’s and was diagnosed with asthma and due to his forgetful nature,, sunwoo didn’t often take his medication, n his condition worsened :// he uses an inhaler now, n goes out of his way 2 avoid things that trigger his asthma bc he’s smartened up a bit

sunwoo had trouble holding down jobs tbh,, n one night when he was scrolling through random websites,, he stumbled across a cam site as one does u kno,, nd he ended up becoming really fixated on the idea of performing in front of a camera,, pleasuring not only himself but giving pleasure 2 others – just through a screen ?? that n he knew ppl would pay a lot of money 4 the the people putting on shows, n like,, he wanted money :~)) he managed 2 set up his laptop in a way that only filmed his body, nd before he knew it, sunwoo was performing his own shows 4 small audiences ?? ( he was eighteen at the time ! ) he made sure 2 keep his face hidden – tho as he grew more comfortable,, he switched from hiding his face entirely, to wearing a mask that concealed the lower half of his face !! that allowed 4 a more personal experience in his opinion ?? plus a lot of ppl complimented him on his eyes,, n it made him feel special,, he lives 4 the attention :~) soon enough his audience grew, nd he’d be lying if he said the praise didn’t please him ! that nd the money’s wonDERFUL ?

his brother’s studying abroad in the US 4 medicine,, n sunwoo’s in school currently !! he keeps his cam stuff separate from his interactions irl,, no one really knows he’s a camboy ( but like if ur chara wants to recognize him,, i mean, gO 4 it )

he doesn’t really have much else that’s happened in his past,, he’s a p chill dude,, probably the most chill out of all the characters i have on here wo w

personality related !!

they’re super friendly nd love talking 2 people nd making friends ! they can b a little cocky tho, so pls feel free 2 put him in his place !!

he likes 2 sleep in a lot, and drinks a LOT of coffee – his blood’s probably made up of caffeine rn ? but he HATES the taste of black coffee,, he needs a loT of sugar in his coffee 2 make it taste good

he’s lowkey jealous of his brother but won’t admit 2 it,, at least he won’t admit 2 it seriously !! he’ll say it out loud but in v mocking ways

his aesthetic consists of a lot of plaid, roses, ripped jeans nd rings

he’s lowkey baby asf,, like, he loves 2 b the small spoon n b a lil submissive n just, b pampered n spoiled tbh,, but he also loves 2 spoil ppl in return,, he has the money so like ??? u want diamond earrings ?? no prob

also plots / connections dont have 2 be smutty just bc of his profession,, if anything, he’s a lil awkward n unsure of himself sometimes,, n doesn’t really hook up w ppl often ?? he’s the type that wants 2 get 2 know people beforehand ! tho he’ll say pick up line after pick up line bc he thinks he’s reaL funny ( he’s basically aLL talk u feel ? )

#seoulintro #ps click the 'son' part of sonwoo #also ur girl spent 2 long on her theme im nOT making a psd 4 gif icons rn riP #im still setting up his pages pls bear w me #☾*. — ⟨ we watched the planes leave us behind | ooc. ⟩

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sublimecatgalaxy · 2 years

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hii can you do a 'I really don't like you.' - 'And I really don't believe you.' kinda flirty with elliot? hopefully that makes sense! 🫶🏽

SURE FRIEND!!

"You know, the whole point of this arrangement is that you get drugs and I get sex." I call out to Elliot who peek his head out of the bathroom to look back at me as I drape my head off the end of his bed, pulling the joint away from my lips. "It seems like most of our interactions revolve around smoking weed and none of the latter." I complain with a simple pout, holding the blunt out to him as he takes a few steps towards me, drying damp, curly hair with a towel.

"You're no fun." He huffs, leaning down to cup my cheek, thumb brushing over my lips with a cocky grin.

"What teenage boy isn't interested-"

"Oh I am." He whispers with a stern nod and he lowers himself to his knees in front of me, leaning forward to press his lips against mine before allowing smoke to billow out from between his lips and past mine. "It's just not the only thing I think about." He adds vaguely, blood shot eyes flickering back and forth between mine.

"That's somehow shocking to me." I giggle, rolling over onto my stomach as I steal the blunt back from him as he topples over me and onto the bed.

"Don't be shocked- be flattered." Elliot groans as he stretches out beside me on the bed before moving to lean over me, his hand cupping my jaw and dragging his thumb over the curve of my throat.

"Flattered that you don't want to have sex with me?" I ask but he scoffs, leaning down to capture my lips in a brief kiss before whispering.

"Flattered cuz I want more than just sex with you."

"That's kind of nice actually." I pout but he grins, hand soothing under my shirt to splay across my bare stomach, goosebumps erupting in the path of his touch.

"I'm kind of a nice person." He whispers and he tuts, reaching out to take the discarded joint that sits in the ashtray beside me, abandoned when Elliot started kissing me. "Unlike you, you're hogging the weed."

"I really don't like you." I frown, shoving him away from me with a dramatic pout, loving the laugh that I pull from him.

"And I really don't believe you. Or else you wouldn't have agreed to our little situation here." He jests but I know he's right and he knows that I'm just messing with him, the smirk on my lips being a dead give away. "Now," he sighs, pressing a dainty kiss to my lips before trailing down my jaw, "wanna cut the crap and get down to business?"

-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o- Taglist: @bubblebuttwade @rafelover2405 @leslienjazzy @sorceresss @grxnde-dwt @alex–awesome–22 @bunnietoof @niyamar1e @serialghost @plantlungs @geniusohn @akaliltimmytim @lilaalouuxx @xshariex @elliotsbeigeguitar @elle4404 @lelieja @srhxpci @joselyn001 @taysirene @spinkspanther @thedivineuphoria @peter-maximoffs @tsukishimawhore @poohkie90 @szlaco @distantsighs @nstyles4299 @wolflover384 @givemefoodandlovesstuff @vane28282 @yeswhatever33 @amirrahfranson @vvaalleennttiinna @f-mu @yaspillz @jeyramarie @skylievin@abbybarnes17 @jointherebellion215 @visiondaddy @steezysimfinds @its-ya-gay-boi-luigiboi-luigi @crunchytoenailsyum@glizzymcguirex @beth123lg

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#elliot #elliot x reader #elliot euphoria #elliot euphoria x reader #euphoria #euphoria fic #euphoria hbo

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Becoming an “Akita Mom”

“Dogs do speak, you just have to listen with your eyes instead of your ears and think with your brain rather than your heart.”- Haylee Lubrano

“What made you choose an Akita?” I am frequently asked this question, and honestly, It was kind of fun to think back on the journey I have been on in the last 5 years that got me to where I am today, sitting here in my chair, typing up an article with The Late Show playing on the T.V. and my trusted and deeply loved Akita asleep at my foot. 5 years ago, I had a very different reality-

Starting at the beginning would bring us back to the summer of 2014. I had a client whose son had impulse bought an akita puppy, and he was not prepared or capable of caring for and training it properly. She asked me to help her find it a new home, and I fell in love immediately and took him home with me, since I had the time and room (and have always been fascinated by this breed if I’m being honest.) They are not a super common breed in my area, and he was the first one I had seen in person in an awfully long time.

Upon arriving home with my new puppy, I got right to work finding and joining as many breed specific groups as I could find, to gain a deeper understanding of this very un-dog-like breed. Akitas carry themselves in a hugely different, almost cat like way, and are proud and independent animals. Having previously been a border-collie/ herding breed fanatic it was an utter culture shock. Akitas like to be asked politely, not told. Akitas are just as happy having a day in- vegging out on the couch with you, as they would be going out on a hike in the wilderness. Training an akita was a totally different ball game.

In no time at all we had bonded, and although he was already showing some signs of future hip issues that would more than likely keep him from being a working dog, we had formed a connection, and he was going to be my forever dog- Until one night every akita owners biggest fear became reality; Kenai bloated*. He was only 9 months old, but by the time we had made it to the emergency vet (we were living rural) any sort of intervention was already futile. Torsion* had already began, and once it does there is almost zero chance of survival, and of the very few survivors, the majority of them will bloat again, usually within hours of the first operation- I wasn’t going to put him through that, he was suffering already, to make him withstand the pain any longer would be the ultimate betrayal, I had to say goodbye… and it almost killed me. My heart was broken, I had finally found a connection with a dog (after losing my first heart-dog not too long before all this.) Losing him was a painful blow.

I wanted to write off akitas. I never wanted to see one again, let alone own one. I was mad. Bitter. I moved on with a different puppy from a completely different side of the tracks breed- wise. I had adopted a shepherd mega mutt puppy. Now this little pup was sweet as could be, but I could not bond with him. Nothing we did together felt “right,” and I could feel from pretty early on that we were not meant to be a team. I kept him as a foster and trained him until he was eventually adopted by a good friend, who had been watching him grow from the sidelines and had finally gotten her husband to cave- So now what?

Sad and bitter as I was, akitas had never completely left my mind… I had stayed in contact with the people I met when I was an akita mom, and then one day a rescue I had been involved with had found a dog with a golden unicorn* personality that I really needed to meet. When I saw him there was no question in my mind that he was the dog of my dreams, and I set out for a 48hr round trip to New Jersey from my little Kansas home, and in May of 2016 Echo and I met for the first time, and he came home to live with me.

Since adopting Echo I have been heavily involved in Akita rescue, having fostered 3 akita puppies, and drove about 2k miles in total in the last 4 years in various efforts to help some akitas in need. This was also an unbelievably valuable training opportunity- the more dogs you meet the more you learn about dogs, and different ways to interact with them. Dogs do speak, you just have to listen with your eyes instead of your ears and think with your brain rather than your heart. At the end of the day, a dog is an animal. They do not feel many of the emotions that we project onto them, and do not have the ability to truly know right from wrong on a moral level. Dogs don’t have morals, but this also means that they don’t do things out of spite or malice-

The akita breed has taken ahold of my heart. Now, I know akitas do not “normally” tic all the boxes for a service dog candidate, making them unreliable at best- making a not-so-great choice to train for service work. They have a heavy wash out rate; and no matter where you sit on the Nature Vs. Nurture debate; FACT of the matter is that akitas do have a pre-disposition to be dog- aggressive, and aloof and weary of strangers- both traits that really should dis-qualify a dog from service work; but for the right handler they are amazing. Akitas are intelligent, strong, agile working dogs with a solid work ethic*- which is probably the most important trait in a dog, to me!

Akitas have taught me a lot and helped me grow SO MUCH as a dog trainer. Number one thing I learned was to be more self-aware; a goal I hold above all others these days. A hard second lesson was learning to hold my temper, keep calm, lower your voice, take a second to think, and move forward with a steady tone and manner. If you aren’t enjoying yourself, or you run into a barrier trying to communicate with your dog, then it is best to walk away and come back later with a different attitude- rather than taking the frustration and becoming forceful or snappy. They do not respond well to force or yelling- Patience and understanding are the best training tools you have with an akita (and any other dog you meet really.) Once you learn how to communicate with one, getting passed anything at any time becomes a breeze. A team effort. And at the end of the day a team is what we are, and what we were meant to be. Trust your dog and have faith in him and he will shine as bright as you let him.

#akita #servicedog #dogtraining

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A Shadow of What You Used to Be (10)

Chapter 10: A Home Away | Cal Kestis x Irele Skywalker

Cal Kestis x Fem! OC

Requested by Anon

Tags: Fem! OC, Irele Skywalker, Force-sensitive! OC, Anakin’s Younger Sister, Skywalker! OC, Darth Vader’s Secret Apprentice, Long-lost Sibling

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The maintenance droids only needed an hour to prepare a dorm for Irele within the command ship. Not that she would need a personal room in every ship she boards, but it would help if she did in the near future. The human guards did not need to wait for Irele to come to, they barged into the cell, pulled the poor girl by the arm to stand her up and then drag her out of the prison block while she could barely use her own two feet.

Irele’s eyes have not adjusted to the changing tones and gradients of lights of each part of the ship she passes through. She thought she said the question “Where are we going?” when the guards only heard an incoherent groaning at the throat.

The way from the prison block to her new chambers was a ten-minute walk, if one marched faster it would have been lesser. Upon reaching their destination, only one escorted her into her room and sat her down on the bed—to which she immediately fell limp and ended up lying down instead. While she was out cold, a nanny droid entered her bedroom to tend to whatever it can in the quarters; it took its time, in fact, until the girl came to. The droid’s sensors picked up the spike from Irele’s heart rate from slow to normal, it briskly turned around.

“It is fortunate that you’ve come to, milady. The serum from the probe has completely worn off. Should you feel slight nausea, do not be alarmed for it is normal as well. I can administer some painkillers to you with your choice of pill or syrup.”

The droid is programmed to speak in Basic and had a rather lulling, female voice—perhaps the most appropriate if you are to manufacture and program a droid for nursing.

“Milady? What are you talking about? Who are you? What are you?”

“You are here as a ward under the strict order of Master Vader. I am HY-L33, Nanny Droid,” it brought its head into a bow, “At your service, Milady Irele.”

“Why call me Milady when I’m kept hostage here?” she sits up and examines the room.

“Oh, you are mistaken, Milady. You are Lord Vader’s ward,” HY-L33 corrects. “And I have been tasked to take care of your basic needs and whims, if need be.”

“What I need is to go home! I don’t like being holed up in anywhere!”

The nurse droid lowered its head slowly, it stayed like so for a moment; with a rather sympathetic voice, HY-L33 responds, “I’m sorry, but I am incapable of fulfilling that whim, milady. I would suggest that you make yourself comfortable in this new one.”

Irele sighed, knowing that she’s talking to a wall here. She gave herself time to calm down and breathe. She passed her hands across her face and sighed.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be lashing out to you…” Irele inhaled. “What are you called again?”

“HY-L33, madam.”

Irele quietly parroted the name, “That’s a mouthful. How about I call you Haylee, is that alright?”

“If it proves to be more convenient for you, milady. Although personally, I do adore the name you’ve given me.”

Irele hummed as she managed a small smile, she hinted the chirp from the droid’s voice, relieved that she found some company out of the droid in this inorganic, cold room, she walked around to get a better feel of it now that the serum from the interrogation droid has worn off.

“Say, Haylee, do you know where we are?”

“We are aboard the command ship Anathema, the ship is within the Ulgoro system, and we are passing by the orbit of the planet Yelen.”

“How far are we from Tatooine?”

Haylee ran a quick scan from her processors, “We are approximately twenty-five parsecs away from the said Outer Rim planet.”

Irele breathed deeply, her heart sank, “That’s so far away…”

The droid’s photoreceptors picked up Irele’s increased heart rate and temperature. The girl was manifesting signs of anxiety: shivering hands, failing voice, and cold sweat.

“You are suffering from homesickness. Unfortunately, I do not have the appropriate medication for that, milady. Neither can I administer any medication for you. This is absolutely natural as you have been extracted from your real home to your current location.”

Irele took the deepest sigh and made a mantra.

Don’t lash out on the droid, you just screamed at it ten minutes ago.

She told this to herself mentally until she’s calmed herself down.

“Yeah, I am homesick. I left my family behind and…” she trailed off, realizing that the last people she was with were her friends. “My friends. They must be all worried sick about me.”

“You will be well taken care of here, Lady Irele.”

“Heh,” the girl huffed. “No need to be so formal. Just call me Irele.”

“As you wish… Mistress Irele.”

“Droids, gotta love ‘em…” she mumbled very quietly, knowing how acute droids’ hearing could be—depending on the model, that is.

–

Fortunately enough, Irele is indeed being taken care of.

Ever since she was moved to her own chambers in the Star Destroyer Anathema, she was thoroughly pampered—more or less—than anyone else in the ship, aside from Darth Vader. Never has she ever been well-fed in sixteen years! The serving portions were generous and they were quite tasty, but she had her moments where the food somewhat reminded her of home.

A uniformed officer enters Vader’s quarters to report of Irele’s adjustment to the new environment. Most of the officers feared that they’re speaking like a broken record, reporting the same thing to Vader every week—they had probably imagined it vexed him to be hearing the same thing over and over; it did them little comfort when adding their own personal observations of her such as asking for seconds with her food and interacting with the nanny droid, since she’s still shy and cautious from everyone else on board.Additionally, she was not yet allowed to wander off alone beyond her room. So, by all means, she is pretty much a hostage still—a rather pampered one, at the very least.

“Has she stopped her erratic behavior?”

“Fortunately so, Lord Vader, she has. Perhaps about a week and a half since her extraction, she had become somewhat… docile.”

Vader paused. He had presumed it was the effects of the interrogator droid’s syringe, but surely during the time the nanny droid was tending to the girl, the substance has flushed out since. Realizing that he truly knows nothing of what kind of person Irele is—compared from his earliest reference of her—he sighs with a quiet frustration under his mask.

“Very well. We are right on schedule. Carry on, captain.”

“Yes sir,” the captain bowed and dismissed himself militarily. His true posture showed when he rejoined his companion who had been waiting for him by the door. He hissed, “I didn’t conscript myself to the Imperial Fleet to be a babysitter!”

“Be more frustrated when Lord Vader does appoint you the official babysitter of the girl.”

“She’s quite a handful, don’t you think so?”

“Temperamental, to say the least,”

Only Vader and the droid, HY-L33, know what’s in store for Irele. Very soon, the plans for her life under the Empire’s wing—unknowingly under her brother’s care, or the walking shell of him perhaps—will be put into play.

For many weeks, HY-L33 patiently watched over Irele—especially in the medical aspect—and a mandate was programmed into her that once a diagnosis of the teenager would show optimum by the end of three weeks since her extraction from Tatooine, Irele would be considered physically eligible and be subjected to training. Eventually, HY-L33 was the only companion she has ever had in this ship since day one; so in exchange for medical knowledge and advice from HY-L33, Irele repays it with stories from her homeworld of Tatooine, but knowing that the droid is under Imperial property, she was cautious of what she ought to say, and rather told her adventures she had done on her own or with a friend instead of her family life.

“It seems as though your rigorous lifestyle has contributed to your increased stamina throughout your developmental stage.” HYL-33 commented once while listening to Irele recall one job she did where she would deliver goods door-to-door across the town of Mos Espa.

“Yeah well, I had to work. Because if I didn’t work, that just meant, I’ll be sleeping hungry—or if I’m lucky, with a half-full stomach.”

HY-L33, being the medical nanny droid that she is, went on to lecture Irele that it was ill-advised to sleep on an empty stomach for it will cause ulcers. The girl politely listened and heeded the advice, until she calmed down the droid that she had been fine for the rest of the time she was growing up.

She had only been staying for a week and a half. HY-L33’s sensors indicate a lesser trace of homesickness and anxiety within Irele, her body mass index has not changed drastically at all since her food intake was increased rather than imposing an eating strike—a few of HY-L33’s references cite that most human teenagers are more rebellious, especially when it comes to being fed after being thrown into a stressful situation. However, this was not the case with Irele, which made the nurse droid’s circuits cooler.

Eventually, the three weeks were over. Irele noticed HY-L33 seeming to be in full preparation. She did not mind this, but kept a close eye, until she could find the right timing to ask. After lunch, Irele went to the bath by rote, and quickly dressed herself in a dark gray shirt, black pants, and low boots.

Irele could truly sense something different in their routine.

“Haylee?”

“Yes, Miss Irele?”

“Is there something new added into the routine?”

“Yes, Miss Irele, we are about to perform a full health assessment on you. Please follow me and I will escort you to the medical ward.”

This was the first time Irele had been outside of her bedroom. For three weeks, she had been holed up in that metal room with no one and nothing else but HY-L33—to which she had grown fond of anyway—and then she finally comes out for a medical check-up.

Along the way, she could not look into the eyes of the crew, although she perfectly blended in with her gray and black clothes. She was nervous and afraid of what they’re thinking of her—because she felt like she knows what they’re saying about her, it’s a feeling that she can’t explain but it still manifests in her. Eager to avoid the stares and attention, Irele walked directly behind HY-L33 until they got to the said medical ward.

When they got there, the interior of the medical ward was a little bit brighter than most of the rooms in the ship. The walls were still metal, of course, but it was a cooler shade of gray which somewhat eased the people who are admitted and confined here—instead of the intimidating dark grays and blacks on other parts of the ship. At the center of operations was a 2-1B surgical droid stationed by a medical bed; it was approached by HY-L33 and Irele, when the droid’s photoreceptors saw the girl’s face, a deep male tone started speaking in a monotonous, continuous fashion.

“Irele Skywalker, human female, age is sixteen standard years, height stands at five feet and three inches…”

“Okay, okay, I think we got enough of my vitals already!” Irele interrupted.

“Were you briefed of your purpose here?”

Irele made a side-eyed glance at HY-L33, who didn’t move at all, “I was only told I was getting a check-up.”

“Correct.”

The surgical droid cleared out what HY-L33 failed to when they were still in the bedroom. It started with the physical examination—taking down her age, height, and weight, until it pored into analyzing the fluid levels and vitals of her organs to see if they were normal. It was all strange for little Irele, but she held up and did as she was told. She wasn’t getting hurt by the droids anyway, save the one pinprick that they had to do in order to conduct a blood test.

From Vader’s chamber, he was receiving real-time transmissions of the medical ward’s database. Whatever diagnosis the droids encode into the database under Irele’s profile, Vader saw it all firsthand—every revision, every new entry, every number.

Midichlorian count: 20,598.

Seeing this number and then recalling his impression on Irele baffled Darth Vader.

This child has lived sixteen years in a backwater planet, with a high midichlorian count… and yet her sensitivity is dormant.

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