#shan watches c2

[michguerin]

fjord momentarily losing his powers and travis like actively panicking is such a good piece of narrative holy shit

[sullustangin]

Fluffy February Day 29 (Late BUT Done!): Fresh

SWTOR

Time: Anytime after SOR

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C2-N2 was most gratified by the Captain’s latest adjustments to his boards.  They were most appropriate to his current task.  They would also be utilized in other similar operations during the year (leading the task force in cleaning Odessen seasonally, and yes, he was the head of that task force.  It was the greatest honor a Hollis could have imagined.)

She had given him the ability to hum.

Yes, the notes were regimented and perfectly on pitch, with little variation beyond his synthesized voicebox.  Yes, the songs were limited to ten (10), and she’d have to find a memory card expansion to store more without infringing on other vital operations. 

That all said, C2 could now hum.  He did not care for whistling; other droids could whistle, mostly as an error notification or a “look at me!” demand.   Master Coros Riggs whistled, regularly, but it suited him.  C2-N2 didn’t think whistling suited him; it suited astromechs or perhaps a gonk droid.  Not him.

And so C2 hummed as he began the spring cleaning of Virtue’s Thief.  All was quiet, and soon, the ship would be in top condition, at least in terms of the interior.  He had already opened all of the viewports to permit the fresh, cool air of Odessen to filter in.  The ship was empty, for now. 

…unfortunately, he had not anticipated the chaos of the day to begin so early. 

The pounding of feet across the catwalk was his first signal that his task would not be completed today. 

The Captain knew she’d fouled up his plans the second her boots crossed the threshold, and she smelled the lemon-scented cleaner he always used.  “C2!  Ah, hell, I’m sorry, but the Thief’s gotta fly.” 

And then everyone burst past her as the entire crew: Corso, Risha, Bowdaar, Akaavi, and Guss, plus Lord Beniko and Agent Shan, piled onto the ship for the next adventure

“Watch your step --!!”

“AIIIIEEE!”

“I need all of these viewports shut for launch!”

“He put my toolkit up out of the way – Bowdaar, get it for me!”

“…I need to change.  I hit the bucket.” 

“If I dragged your ass around the ship, we’d be able to mop the floor for him.”

“Have you ever considered using lavender and vanilla?  Might add a calming effect to this place.”

“That would be false advertising, Master Tuno.”

“Ehhh, we’ve done worse things.” 

“Can you tell him it should be a fast hop?  One pick-up, minimal shooting if any, then right back home.”

“I can’t believe they demanded such a fast turnaround on the decision and the execution.”

“Welcome to Alliance, Lana, where we do things that the Republic won’t and the Empire can’t.”

“…bloody hell, I’ll make tea.  It’s 1600 anyway.” 

“I’m still flashing red lights on the viewports.  I need them shut or this is gonna be a real fast trip into the void.”

…

…

C2-N2 hummed as he did his best to tidy up one small piece of the ship’s interior at a time.  Today, it would be the lounge, the one vacant part of the ship at the moment.  The Thief would eventually be fresh this spring… but there were always delays, every year.

And C2 did not mind. 

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@fluffyfebruary

[corruptlight]

Oh, My Love - A SWTOR Story

In which the Commander gets stabbed on Nathema instead of Theron Shan.

Its me back on my bullshit instead of sleeping (help) and I've been in SWTOR brainrot for a long while now and I keep thinking and creating stories based off my silly little swtor characters.

This isn't edited by the way

"I love you Theron, please, come home." Lana shuts off the holo and Sylvi begins to leave the room. Not saying a word as Lana watches sadly, knowing it was better not to say anything.

"I'm going for a walk in the woods, clear my mind." Was all she said before leaving, and not even going towards the woods. Sylvi heads for a secret shared apartment that no one knew off except her, Theron, and C2-N2.

It was for her to stop Theron being a workaholic and sleep and for her to get away from the alliance and being its commander. She lazily opens the door, before walking towards the lounge and slumping onto it. Too lost in her mind, the only thing keeping her going had ceased to exist and she finally tumbled down into a dark abyss of depression, shame, and self-loathing.

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"I swear when I get my hands on him-" Trygve starts while Ingrid and Víðarr stand with him in the field where the former Cipher Nines ship resides.

"Trygve..." Víðarr starts but Trygve swirls to face him with a firm finger pointed at him.

"HE WILL FEEL EVERY AGONY, EVERY FORM OF TORTURE POSSIBLE FOR WHAT HE DID. I WILL SEE HIM BREAK FOR WHAT HE DID TO HER!" Trygve yells, making Ingrid flinch to hide behind Víðarr making the male twin sigh and calm himself slightly at her behavior.

"Brother, we will find him. I promise you, and we will make him pay," Víðarr assures, "But, you cannot deny something about this is off."

Ingrid moves from her position slightly behind the Sith, opening her mouth to say something before her comlink goes off.

"Ingrid here," She says while answering it.

"Its Hylo, we've found the pirate that keeps raiding the transports." Hylo Viz explains before disconnecting, making Ingrid close her eyes.

"I'll go, I sense something about this that's... familiar." Ingrid says to the brothers.

"Sense what?" Trygve quizzes, making Ingrid smile slightly.

"I sense someone that I'll love until the stars go cold." The Zabrak then turns on her heel and walks away with haste.

"Andronikos revel." Víðarr whispers with a small smirk.

"That pirate that helped her recover Tulak Hord's artifact on Tatooine?" Trygve asks.

"How do you-- another time. Lets go find Lana and figure our next move to find Theron."

"Vaylin! You have too stop her!"

"It is a tainted world."

"The Force is... wrong here."

"There are things in there even I cannot protect you from."

Sylvi shoots up in a sweat, another nightmare plaguing her sleep, however, this time it felt like a warning from the Force.

"Nathema..." She whispers before springing to her feet, half consciously, half on auto-pilot.

She needed to leave Odessen, without anyone knowing, following or finding her. Suddenly feeling like she was in a jail, she checked her armor before clipping her dualsaber to her belt. She walks to her wardrobe and finds a black cloak, heaving it over herself she pulls her hood up and leaves the apartment.

She blocks off all her bonds and shrouds her force signature, suppressing it from the force users all over the planet. She knew she had to take a ship without a tracker on it, or land then use the auto-pilot to send it adrift in the galaxy.

'That would throw them off my scent.' Sylvi realizes before maneuvering to the hanger. It was midnight and no sane person would be up unless they were on patrol.

The raven haired Jedi peeks around the corner, seeing an officer on patrol. Though she hated it, Sylvi forces them into a sleep before gently having them fall to the ground and running across to the fighters. She looks around before force leaping onto a fighter, once she does she hears voices coming towards the hanger before they notice her sleeping soldier.

"Over there!" Admiral Aygo calls out before getting onto the comms and shouting orders for flight control. Because the group couldn't identify Sylvi, they figured her to be a spy, saboteur, or assassin and that was a means for capture at any cost.

"Sithspit." Sylvi curses under her breathe before getting the ship fired up and getting ready to fly out.

In her quarters, Ingrid stirs feeling a heavy and firm arm around her waist. The Zabrak hears her comm beeping and uses the force to bring it to her.

"This better be important." Ingrid hisses.

"Ingrid! We have a situation in the hanger with an unknown assailant attempting to flee in a fighter. Their intent is unknown and they appear to be a force user!" Aygo explains making her groan, feeling the person behind her start to wake.

"I might not be able to get there in time." Ingrid replies, while attempting to move but the arm around her waist keep her flush to the persons chest.

"Understood, we will attempt to detain them." Aygo tells her before she turns off her commlink.

"Andronikos..." Ingrid starts but the pirate wasn't letting her go.

"Forget them, they've got it handled." He tells her lazily, planting kisses on her shoulders and gently taking the commlink and throwing it somewhere.

"This is important."

"So? You've skipped out on dark council meeting for less." Andronikos argues, not letting her go after getting her back. The pirate moves towards the Zabraks neck slowly, knowing it would help his argument for her to stay.

"Yes... I... I know this, but..." She keeps trailing off, finding it difficult to speak, and Andronikos smirks knowingly.

"But, Sith?"

Sylvi gets the fighter moving and knows Aygo and attempting to comm her, but she left it in the staging area so he wasn't getting an answer. She watches as he sends men to go find her in what most assumed were her private quarters.

Once she finds the opportunity she flies out of the hanger and into the atmosphere while getting the hyperdrive ready and finding the tracker at the same time.

Eventually, finds two wires she remembers her brothers telling her were for the tracker and weapons.

"Blast, which one was it." Sylvi asks herself before deciding to pull them both out.

What could go wrong?

As she pulls the wires an alarm start blaring to tell her weapons were disabled. She groans before glancing to see if she was clear to jump.

"Flying is for droids." She grumbles before entering hyperspace.

Leaving her with only her thoughts and the stars.

[choco-glow]

Aliit

“Like so, riduur…kat-tay-LEER da-RAH-soom.”

“Kat-tay-LIR—”

“Leer, think two ees in Basic. The letter’s a bit weird in Mando’a.” Senya shot Shae a rueful smile, and Mandalore the Avenger threw back her long red braid with a laugh, wispy strays forming an auburn halo about her head. “You’re doing great, riduur; it’s hard picking up a new language, especially when it doesn’t use the same grammatical cues as Zakuulan or Basic.”

“And you didn’t have an overbearing father forcing you to learn everything, Buir.” Arcann drawled from where he was underneath Shae’s speeder, his face striped with oil and a bit of grease, blue eyes bright over his smile. Senya couldn’t help smiling back, warm and happy, because her lone living child was so at peace with his rebirth, with this, with them…Hell, he was picking up Mando’a faster than anyone else on base, but then again, the Mandos had taken him in like a lost son, Shae particularly. Torian chuckled low and rich from his perch atop the speeder, working on the upper half of the engine while Arcann took care of the transmission, and Senya found herself happy to have a second son again, if in name only.

Torian Cadera and his wife, a former Togruta bounty hunter-turned-adopted Mando, had been mostly adopted by Shae, and while Chromi was out and about taking care of things, Torian had elected to help his newly adopted brother with the repairs that Shae had, quite frankly, gotten too old to do. Not that that had stopped her, of course, but Shae had allowed Arcann and Torian to take over, while Senya eased her out, swearing and muttering under her breath about being too old for this shit, etc, etc.

“No, that is true, but still, I should at least be able to say that phrase, Tyth knows you tell me it enough.”

“It’ll come with time and practice.” Senya flushed, just a little at Shae’s sweet, quiet smile, and she took her riduur’s hand, conscious of the fact that she stood almost a head taller than the other woman. Then there was her power in the Force…Senya still felt like the odd duck out, though Arcann had made himself useful enough to blend in admirably. But then, he and Thexan both had felt better with their fellow soldiers on the battlefield, rather than the cold confines of Zakuul’s palace. Vaylin too, though Senya had always been less sure of her youngest…but she shook those sad thoughts away, longing for her children, and knowing that at least they were at peace once more in the Force.

“So it will…How about we go find ourselves a bit of dinner? We’re old ladies now; we can’t skip meals.” Shae pulled a face at that, and Torian laughed, falling back a little at her expression.

“Admit it, Mandalore, you’re no orochick any longer.” She swiped at him playfully, and he grinned, cheeks dimpled and eyes crinkled shut, and Senya laughed, catching Shae’s hands and pulling her closer.

“Old my ass, Cadera, don’t make me swat you like your buir should have.” Shae ruffled his hair, though, grinning despite her protests, and let Senya drag her off, while Senya failed to hide her smile. “I see you smiling too, riduur.”

“Yes, well, it’s nice to listen to you…even if you’re a bit over the top.”

“Hey now, I’m downright boring for Mandalore; trust me, some of my predecessors weren’t that nice. But…eh, that’s old news. C’mon, let’s hit the cantina; that C2 droid found the best chef in the galaxy.” Senya chuckled at that as they took the elevator back up to the main deck of the base, protected by the heavy cliff overhang, with the rest of the Alliance stronghold carved into ancient bedrock. Odessen as a planet was relatively young, and life on the planet hadn’t progressed to sentient yet, which had made it perfect for the Alliance…and having been so young in the galactic record, it was also that rare planet that hadn’t been explored yet, hence the first come, first owned philosophy.

Not that their Commander had claimed the planet for herself…no, Ionial had taken care to file everything neatly, and for a Jedi Knight, that was a rare perk. Then again, she was married to Theron Shan…and as he was the main Operations manager to the whole of the Alliance, Senya had a feeling that paperwork was something that poor couple dealt with even in the marriage bed.

 Certainly, she was perfectly fine shacking up with Shae in her old age; Mandalore had baggage, but so did she, and though they did have responsibilities…they could set them down for a time. Shae, however, nudged her out of her thoughts with a careful touch to her elbow, and Senya glanced down at her riduur, eyebrows raised…and followed Shae’s line of sight to one of the tables in the back room, empty but for a familiar figure in long graying braids, her slender hands wrapped around a mug of tea, her beautiful face pinched with weariness and sorrow.

“…That’s Satele…”

“So it is…Senya, love, how much to you know about the Grandmaster?” Shae murmured as they accepted their drinks, and Senya chewed her lip, reviewing everything she’d learned about the former leader of the Jedi in the last eight years.

“…I know that she was the Grandmaster, and though she still holds the title, she is no longer the speaker for the Jedi. I know that she helped train our Commander…and I know that she’s Theron’s mother.”

“…She’s a hell of a warrior, in the speaking halls and on the battlefield. I’ve gone up against her once, and out of respect, I’ll never do that again.” Shae replied softly, and to Senya’s surprise, the Mandalorian took her hand, guiding her to the room. “And out of respect, I think she needs a friend.” Senya glanced back up at Satele’s face, and even at this distance, Senya could see tears sliding down her cheeks.

“…You might be right about that. A moment…” She leaned over to the waitstaff who took their order, and hurriedly ordered a third meal of Alderaanian stew and fresh veggies, and Shae nodded approvingly. They made their way to the back room, and it was Shae, her eyes frank and kind, who slid into the booth opposite Satele’s seat, and gently clasped the Jedi’s hands. Senya joined her as well, her own long hands joining Shae’s, and that brought Satele’s eyes up slowly, tears streaming down her face, her pain so strong that Senya instinctively reached for the Force to help calm her. That seemed to help, just a little, and Satele took a deep, shuddering breath.

“…Can we ask what happened?” Shae asked gently, her tone as soft as Senya had ever heard it, and Satele gave a weary, wet laugh.

“…I tried to talk to my son, and utterly ruined things. Again.” She swallowed, with difficulty, but cleared her throat and took a shaky breath. “Theron…and I have a…well, complicated is too strong. We don’t have much of a relationship at all. I…when I got pregnant, I didn’t think about him, I didn’t think about being a mother…I was too worried about being found, about figuring out what I could do with him. My master, Ngani Zho, took him and raised him…I stayed for six weeks to nurse him until we’d found a formula that worked, but that was all. And I left him.” Satele’s voice broke at that, and both women slid around to hug her, letting her weep into their arms. Senya’s heart ached for her; she’d been raised with no attachments, to have no attachments, and no matter what the Jedi might say, that was something that damaged the very soul.

For all that she mourned her children, Senya was grateful that she’d been able to love them so fiercely. Not being able to care for her babies like that…it horrified her to her very core. One glance at Shae over Satele’s braids, and Mandalore’s eyes were shuttered, angry, and grieving too. I could hate the Jedi for what they’ve done to people…even the Sith cherish their children.

“I am such a horrible mother…” Satele was whispering now, and it was Senya who shook her head, voice low but fierce.

“You are no such thing. You are a woman who was forced to make a choice, with little regard to your own heart.”

“But…the Code…”

“Blast the Code.” Shae’s voice was as sharp as vibrosteel, and Satele flinched, just a little. “Sorry, but…Satele, you wouldn’t have made that choice if you’d been like me, would you?” Satele froze, and for the first time, Senya sensed someone just outside their door, listening…she closed her eyes, opening her mind, and to her shock, it was Theron. He was frozen on baited breath, his eyes wide, and Senya amplified the sound in that room, just a little, just enough…both Shans needed to hear this.

“…No. No, I wouldn’t have…if I’d been…normal…like him…I’d have kept him. If Malgus hadn’t been hunting me…I would have been overjoyed to be a mother…” Satele whispered, but it was enough; Senya heard a bitten off sob outside the door, and she reached behind her, grasping the younger man’s sleeve and gently tugging.

“Theron, you need to come in here.” She called softly, and he shook, but he obeyed her, watery golden eyes a match to his father’s, wide with worry and nerves…and it was Satele who watched him, tears still burning down her cheeks, who reached out for his hands.

“Theron…”

“…You really would have kept me?” His voice wavered, and Senya clasped his shoulder, willing all the love she could feel pouring from Satele into him, knowing he was only just Force sensitive enough to catch it.

“Yes. Yes, I swear, I would have…I would have needed Master Zho to help, because I was…I had no idea what I was doing…but I would have brought you home and to hell with anyone else.” She whispered, and he closed his eyes, lips twisting in pain. “Theron, sweetheart, I’m so sorry…”

“I’m sorry for what I said…I’m sorry, Mama…” He whispered, and Shae hopped up out of the way to let mother and son embrace tightly, both of them sobbing as the dams broke between them. Senya managed to order a fourth meal too, and when they all arrived, she laid them out neatly. Soon, Theron and Satele had calmed enough to sit back down, this time opposite one another with Senya sharing the seat with Theron, Shae on Satele’s side.

“I know you two are probably exhausted, but you need to eat.” She declared, and Theron’s lips curled up in a half-smile, used to Senya’s Mom skill by now, while Satele managed a wan smile and Shae openly grinned.

“Thank you, Senya, Shae…”

“Yeah, thank you…I’m so sorry I yelled, Mom…” Satele only shook her head, eyes softer now, and clasped his hand.

“You were right to yell about that. I never…” She paused, took a deep breath, and continued. “I should have talked to you about all of this…really, I just should have talked to you. I know you felt like the dirty secret for years…and understandably so. I treated you as such, and Jace…” Theron sighed, wincing, and she nodded. “I owe you a lifetime of apologies.”

“…No, just the one is good, Mom. You did give me to Zho, and without him, I would have…well. He explained a lot, especially when I flunked out of the temple; he could have told me to bug off, but he kept in touch, helped me get into the SIS, even went with me to get my implants in. And he never faltered when I asked if you loved me; he always said yes, looking me dead in the eyes. I…didn’t always believe him, but he always said yes.” Satele smiled, just a little, and it was Shae who spoke up, having stayed quiet through most of it all, uncharacteristically so.

“He sounds like a good guy…I’m guessin’ he’s gone to the Force, isn’t he.” Both Satele and Theron nodded, twin expressions of pain marking their faces, and Senya closed her eyes, pulling a well of comfort and care from her core and filling the room with it. She had always been a master at controlling her emotions, in no small part because she was so strong with her empathy, and Satele gave her a fragile smile, so shy and tiny, that Senya couldn’t help smiling back.

“Thank you, Senya…and yes, he is. But he went down in battle, as he wanted, protecting his boy.” Theron was picking at his steak now, his jaw tight, but he heaved a sigh.

“Yeah, he did…it…it was hell watching him die in front of me. But I wouldn’t want him to go any other way; whatever else happened, he was a warrior, and he didn’t let any fight go past him without taking a swipe. But he’s at peace now…kinda wish he’d visited, but…I figure I’m doing a good job if he isn’t coming back.”

“Or you two didn’t need me until now.” The voice of an old man, far older than Satele or Shae, even, filled the glowing spot now hovering next to the table, and Ngani Zho, glowing blue and smiling faintly, stepped from the shadows, giving Theron a gentle cuff on the ear, and tweaking Satele’s nose. Both made the Shans break into startled laughter, and their Master smiled fully this time, leaving Shae and Senya speechless. Force ghosts were…a rarity on Zakuul, if at all; Senya had sensed Darth Marr’s spirit on Odessen, alongside Satele at times, but only just, and never had she sensed Thexan or Vaylin…Shae looked almost frightened, and Senya clutched her hand, broadcasting calm.

“So, you two finally talked it over…about damn time.”

“Master Zho…”

“Don’t you give me that, it’s been long enough. Take your time, feel things out, but let the Code go, Satele. At this point, it matters, but not more than your boy…and Theron, so help me if you don’t cut out the swearing—”

“Look, I’m a leader now, I’m gonna swear a lot more—”

“I will appear in front of your wife and complain to her.” Theron froze, and Zho crossed his arms, looking as smug as a Force apparition could. “With her old master in tow.”

“…Orgus passed on.”

“Wanna take that bet, son?” Another crusty old man’s voice sounded, and the former Jedi Orgus, short-haired and taller than Zho, leaned over the other ghost’s shoulder. Theron blanched, while Satele burst into relieved laughter, leaning back and reaching over Shae’s shoulder to give the other Jedi a brush of her fingers. He chuckled and squeezed her hand before vanishing, and Zho smiled down at her.

“Now then, any more complaints I should know about?”

“No, thank you, Master Zho…and thank you for coming to see us.” Satele murmured, and he leaned over to kiss her forehead, his eyes calm and warm, then he leaned over to do the same to Theron, who hugged the old man tight, despite their bickering.

“…Tasiele would have been proud of you both. She loved you so fiercely, Satele, and Theron…your grandmother would have fought tooth and nail to bring you into the Temple from the start…But she left us far too soon. It’s hard, losing your soulmate…” He gave them both a wan smile, Satele’s mouth open in shock, Theron’s eyes wide and his jaw hanging slack, and Zho chuckled. “Never did really care for the Council’s strict policies…maybe that’s why we had a secret marriage, and why when you were born, Satele, we kept things quiet. Kinda blaming Revan and Bastila for starting a line of rulebreakers…”

“Father…” Zho gave a warm chuckle, and kissed his daughter’s brow, then his grandson’s, and vanished once more, his revelation leaving both Shans speechless, while Senya and Shae made to get up and back out. Satele came her senses, and shook her head, taking a deep breath. “Shae? Senya? Please, don’t go…I’m sure that was…absolutely bizarre for you both, but please, stay…” They shared a look, and at Shae’s quiet nod, sat back down; Senya was on firmer ground here, if only just, but Shae looked…spooked, for lack of a better word.

“…So, I’m guessing you never knew…?” Shae murmured, and Satele shook her head, eyes closed.

“I knew my father was a fellow knight, but…my mother died when I was a child, and I was already with Zho as his padawan. He was always just Master to me, but kinder, gentler…at the same time, stricter. Now I understand why…” Theron gave a huff of a laugh, and Satele cracked a smile at him.

“It all makes sense now…Force, it must have killed him to keep that secret to the grave…” Theron murmured, and Satele squeezed his hand.

“I think that’s really why he came back…to prove that we had more than just a shared Master…that there’s always time to fix things.” Theron smiled at that, really smiled, and Senya was struck by just how much like his mother he looked in that moment. He took after his father in eyes and coloring, but his smile was all his mother’s, with a touch of Zho in there in the quirk of his lips.

“Yeah, there is…” He leaned up, kissing her on the forehead, and sighed. “But duty, unfortunately, owns my sorry ass, and I need to go get things in order. Love you, Mama…make this a…thing? Maybe tomorrow?” He asked, sounding so unsure of himself, and Satele kissed his forehead back, both hands cupping his face.

“I love you too, Theron. Go, and call if you need any help at all.” He shot her a weak grin, and sped back off to work, while Satele slumped back into the cushions with a weak laugh. “…You both are looking at me like I’m crazy.”

“Nah, just figured you were overwhelmed.” Some of Shae’s easy-going nature had returned, and she motioned for the Jedi to keep eating. “Eat up, no point in wasting good food.” Satele obeyed, and by the time the three women had finished their plates, Senya gathering up all four dishes, Shae was gently rubbing Satele’s shoulders, and Senya knew that look in Mandalore’s eye.

 They’d talked it over extensively over the last six months they’d been together; if there was anyone they might wish to add as a third lover…Satele was first on the list for both of them, and Senya could already feel the beginnings of a dyad between herself and Satele, which, had she not taken the time to research it on the Holonet…

“…thank you both. Sincerely. I…I thought for sure it was all over, that…that Theron would never speak to me again…” Satele murmured, and Senya cuddled up to her other side, rubbing her upper back while the Jedi leaned into them both, melting a little from the gentle touches.

“He’d already came back in the short time we were there…” Senya murmured, and Satele gave her a weak smile, gray-blue eyes weary but relaxed.

“Still. Thank you. For listening. For feeding us…and for not running away screaming at the ghosts.”

“…It was creepy as fuck, but you’re cute enough to make us stay.” Shae sighed out, and Satele burst into laughter, cackling a little as Senya hid a smile. “What?!”

“Oh Force, Shae, I know we were enemies once, but you always know how to make a woman laugh.” Shae grinned at that, looking smug, and Senya just chuckled.

“It’s a strong skillset of hers…just like my empathy is mine. Satele…I can feel the loneliness rolling off of you in waves. It’s been with you for years…” She calmed down, sighing a little, and Senya probed the tentative dyad with careful touches, smiling as Satele closed her eyes and probed back, understanding and a little joy warming between them.

“…so it has. So it has. Your empathy…small wonder you walled yourself off, Senya…” Satele’s eyes were calmer now, and she glanced at Shae, making sure that the lone non-Force user was also in the conversation. “You two…I was surprised to see you two together, but at the same time, I was happy for you…” She trailed off, looking vulnerable now, and it was Shae who spoke up again, this time her voice softer, that familiar rasp Senya’s favorite sound in the world.

“Well, if you wanna give it a shot, riduur, we’d love to have you in the middle. There’s something already with Senya and you, right?”

“How…did you know…?”

“I might not have the Force, but I can read bodies almost as well. And Senya said she’d sensed something the first time she’d met you, a…dayd, right?”

“Dyad, but close enough. A bond, between two souls through the Force. It’s rare…but it’s strong.” Satele bit her lip, worrying at it, and Shae gently took her hand.

“Riduur. Satele. There’s been a bond between us too, we were both just…too indoctrined by other bullshit at the time to see it.” Those blue, blue eyes, warm despite all the storms they’d weathered, watched both her riduur…and her riduur-to-be with a calmness that not even Senya could call up. “I lost my daughters…you lost your whole family. Senya lost everyone but Arcann, and for a time, she’d lost him too. We lost our lovers, and in time, discovered that those weren’t what our hearts had longed for. I had a long time to figure my heart out…have you?” Satele seemed to think on it for a long, long time, dipping her head to stare at her tea; neither Senya nor Shae were impatient, though, holding her hands, Senya radiating love through the bond, Shae’s eyes never leaving Satele’s face.

When those eyes lifted again, though, both women were shocked to see that the storm clouds in Satele’s eyes had parted, leaving sky blue irises, with a hint of gold glimmering in the centers. A warm smile, rich and bright and so lovely it made Senya’s heart ache to see it, and she leaned in, kissing first Shae, then Senya full on the lips, pulling them into her arms.

“…I have. I found where I belong.” Shae grinned, bright and fierce, and Senya laughed, happy as joy from deep within welled up and overflowed, Satele’s power second only to her daughter-in-law’s.

“Good. ‘Bout damn time. C’mon, you two…let’s go let the brats know.”

“Arcann will be thrilled.”

“Torian’ll probably just call me a gold digger, the little shit.”

“…oh crap.” Senya paused as Satele froze, her arm over the Jedi’s shoulder while Satele’s arms were around their waists, and she touched Satele’s cheek, worried.

“Love, what’s wrong?”

“…Theron’s going to kill me.”

“Nah, probably just bitch about it. Hey…” Both of them stared as Shae got a wicked grin on her face, and suddenly, Senya understood exactly how Hylo felt whenever Gault opened his big fat mouth. “We could stage a strip Pazaak tourney. Let the kid really understand what trauma is.”

“Oh Force, Shae, no.”

“…I have a better idea.” Satele’s voice was smug, and she pulled out an old datapad, pulling up a file that crackled for a moment before clearing, revealing a tall man with long dark hair in a half-pony tail, his robes a bit disheveled.

“Is this thing on?”

[greyias]

Because we know Theron is a foodie #29. Cooking Together from the Sweet Affectionate Moments list, for Grey and Theron.

There was only one problem here — that being that neither of them could cook. Like. At all. Despite their combined and considerable talents when it came to saving the galaxy, somehow they were both disasters when it came to meal prep. During his bachelor years, Theron’s idea of a homecooked meal consisted of pouring hot water over instant noodles. And Grey, well… Lana had yet to lift her ban of the Jedi from the kitchens on base after the fruitcake incident.

It was an issue they had deftly avoided facing up until this moment. Whether it was grabbing a meal in the Odessen mess hall, take-out on a stakeout or mission, MREs, or just appealing to C2-N2’s wild enthusiasm for providing every comfort imaginable. It wasn’t necessarily something they had never been taught either — being able to prepare a meal in the wild was part of standard survival training, which both Theron and Grey had as part of their Jedi training. But food only had to be edible to survive, it didn’t have to actually taste good.

When Theron had proposed and then later signed the paperwork to their secret little honeymoon hideaway here on Rishi, he’d neglected to factor in both his and his new wife’s lack of talent in the culinary arts. The beach apartment was just far enough from most civilizations where it made takeout inconvenient. And if Theron wanted to keep their getaway location secret, he couldn’t exactly bring the loudest and most talkative protocol droid as their personal chef.

No, they would just have to… cook for themselves. It was fine. Right? How hard could it be?

“Um, Theron? Are you okay?”

“Yeah—why do you ask?”

“Well, you’ve been quiet for about five minutes now, and look like you’re about to cry.”

He tried to laugh, but it came out a little choked. “That’s silly.”

“Why don’t you just take a beer out to the porch to watch the sunset? I can get dinner going—“

“NO!” Theron cried, and then cleared his throat, as if that somehow would correct his slip up. “I mean, no—why don’t I cook dinner? You did all of the shopping after all.”

He still had access to the HoloNet. Surely somewhere within its vast reaches there was something that could help him. He could probably come up with something halfway decent and avoid giving them both food poisoning for the remainder of their time here. He stared at the giant head of cabbage as if it would suddenly sprout a mouth and consume him whole.

“That’s very sweet,” Grey said pleasantly, but narrowed her brows ever so slightly in consternation, “but I don’t mind. It’s been a while since I’ve been able to experiment in the kitchen.”

Why did the word “experiment” conjure up nightmare scenarios in his brain? Now the man-eating cabbage kind of looked a little bit like a wrinkly Rakghoul if he squinted. He tried to contain his shudder of revulsion. This was it. After all of his grand and epic adventures, this was how Theron Shan met his end. Not while holding his blaster, but while holding a fork. What an ignoble end to such an illustrious career.

Before he could protest any further, a cold bottle of his favorite Corellian ale was shoved in his hand. “You like salad, don’t you?”

“Salad?” he echoed dumbly.

“Yes,” she sounded far more patient than he thought possible. “Salad. It just requires washing and chopping the produce. That should be simple enough.”

“When you put it like that, how can I argue?” 

She smiled at him and turned away, not realize that it was a genuine question. He had no idea how someone could mess up a salad, but he genuinely wanted to know. It seemed foolproof. That was, until he realized one thing—

“What about the dressing?”

He rushed in after her to the kitchen, beer still in hand. No, she couldn’t take on a mission this critical on her own. If they were to tackle this, they were going to have to do it together. If only for the sake of his digestion system.

[pineaberry]

Fictober: #29 and #30

SWTOR

STARRING: Satele Shan, and THERON SHAN having several moments!

PART 1: [X] | PART 2: [X] | PART 3: [X] | PART 4: [X]

PART 5: [X] | PART 6: [X] | PART 7: [X] | PART 8: [X] | PART 9: [X]

THE THRILLING CONCLUSION!

THANK YOU FOR PUTTING UP WITH ME! 

@sunsetofdoom @doomhamster @fluffynexu  @anchanted-one @kunoichi-ume @cinlat @velvetsunset and @the-sith-in-the-sky-with-diamond

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Theron woke up well past noon. A new record considering he hadn’t taken copious amounts of whisky. He rolled over to find the bed empty but Tikal’s scent lingered in the covers and he sighed happily. As his mind slowly woke up, his thoughts lingered on her. Tikal, The Gilded Lady, The Hero of Tython… different people, or perhaps just different aspects of the same person.

She confused him. A reasonable person would hate and resent her for what she had done to him. She had kidnapped him, infected him with an obedience virus, coerced him into helping her plans and that was just off the top of his head. Still, no one would ever claim that Theron was reasonable by any stretch of the imagination. He was chaotic and unpredictable to the point that he had torpedoed every relationship he had ever had.

His last tryst had broken up with him via text. ‘You take too much. You need more than I can give.’

Perhaps that was why it felt good to be with Tikal. With her there were limits. He took what was given and it always seemed to be exactly what he needed. It was warped and twisted but she had taken care of him all this time. Even when he had done something incredibly stupid, she had torn down the door and rescued him. Perhaps it was fitting that she was not the typical sort of Jedi.

Perhaps it’s all Stockholm’s.

Regardless, she had taken him to her bed last night and made the pain fade. That cold chill he always felt around his heart was gone. He sighed and stared at the ceiling all the while feeling foolish for believing she would have more than a fleeting interest in him. The mission was over. Their affair was finished. She had gone off to resume her duties and soon he would be well enough to travel back to Coruscant. 

Tikal would never think about him again.

At that moment door opened and a polished gold protocol droid walked holding a tray of food. As the droid set the tray down, Theron saw it was also carrying a fresh change of clothes. He took that as his cue to get up and hobble into the refresher. When he emerged, the droid was patiently waiting.

“Good afternoon, I am C2-N2. Master Tikal apologizes for not being here, but the High Council requested her presence. She has tasked me with providing food and drink.”

He noted that his blaster, and favorite red jacket were also laid out on the freshly made bed. As he slipped on the new trousers, he noticed the knees were reinforced to hide his injury while he finished healing. Inside his red jacket were his holo and a discrete parcel of strong pain killers along with a note:

‘Take WITH food. Not when you planned to eat, not at lunch time. P.S. I don’t care if you’re not hungry.’

She still thought about him. He mattered.

A strange emotion welled up inside him and he cleared his throat. He thought about dismissing the droid, but decided to interrogate him instead. The silly thing was far too eager to please to notice.

It came as only a slight surprise to find out he was in the Jedi Temple on Tython. Of all the places to end up, he supposed this was the safest. Tikal would be back that afternoon as soon as her responsibilities allowed.

“She asked that your remain in the room,” Ceetoo stated as Theron picked up a muja fruit from the tray and walked past the droid.

“That’s not going to happen.”

“Master Tikal predicted you would say that and so she requests that you not wander too far from the grounds as there are wild beasts roaming the forest. Additionally, she would like you to know that quote: ‘The amount of credits necessary to finance your medical bills would plunge the Republic into a recession’. End quote.”

Theron cracked a smile. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

He wandered out of the dormitories and into the main hallway. Under the hazy overcast light of day, the temple seemed significantly less threatening. He could appreciate the delicate carved walls now that they were no longer obscured by shadows. Padawans mulled around the corridors, some hurried about as though completing a specific errand, others still were trading the latest gossip. Few if any paid him any mind.

As he watched this unexpectedly mundane part of Temple life, he couldn’t help but think of his own childhood. As much as he tried to suppress the thoughts, the reality was that for a large portion of his life this had been his goal. There had been a time when his only thoughts were on visiting Tython and learning how to hone his power. To be here now, surrounded by the very life he was denied was disconcerting. He made a sharp and eventually ended up in the meditation garden but even this only reminded him of a life that would never come to pass.

He didn’t blame Master Zho, how could he? But there were times when he wondered if it would have been better to grow up with a normal family doing normal things and with normal expectations. Yes, there was a galaxy full of wonders that he would never be able to perceive. But perhaps ignorance was bliss if not the more merciful option.

As though the universe continued to conspire against him, he walked around the corner and straight into a small clearing where Satele Shan was waiting.

Fuck me…

“You seem troubled. Is everything alright?” she asked.

Oh perfectly fine. Just walking around taking in the visible reminders of a life I will never have.

“Getting shot will do that,” he grinned as he concealed his emotions from her as best he could.

“Yes, I heard you had been… indisposed.”

“All better now. No need to worry. Or… you know… continue not worrying,” Theron opened his arms as though to put himself under her scrutiny.

Satele looked visibly uncomfortable. She never quite knew how to address Theron. A part of her blamed his lack of emotional discipline, but a quieter, constant voice asked if she were being unreasonable considering the circumstances.

“Yes. I see. If you have a moment Theron, there is something I wish to speak to you about,” she motioned to a pair of benches behind her. Theron eyed Satele warily but followed. He had a bad feeling about this.

“If this is about me being here, don’t worry. I’ll be on the next shuttle to Coruscant.”

“No Theron. I want to ask you about Tikal. I understand you were with her these past few weeks working on a project,” Satele chose her words carefully but ultimately, there was no gentle way of saying it, “it has also come to my attention that you two have been… intimate.”

Theron felt an unpleasant jolt of outrage but remained stoic. “Why don’t you just come out and say what you need to say, Grand Master.”

There was a sharp inflection in the title that hammered home just how much distance was between them. Satele flinched but pressed on.

“It would be an unwise course of action for you to associate too much with Master Ameron. There are tasks that she needs to complete; flaws that she must work on,” she very nearly faltered when Theron gave an incredulous smile.

“So what. This is you telling me to stay away from the wrong crowd?”

“Theron, I understand this may be difficult to hear, but her path is already shrouded in shadow. The dark side touches her actions, and they will only get worse if you indulge in this relationship,” her explanation seemed to ignite a fire in Theron’s eyes.

“Which actions exactly? Because, I read her file. I know what she did. I know that you and the council dragged her all over the the galaxy with a chore list and then had the gall to complain about how she went about it.”

“The motivation behind her actions-”

“Don’t talk to me about motivation. You were the one who sent her out there with a laser sword and a hit list.”

Satele clenched her hands as she kept her own emotions in check. “Is that what you truly believe? Or is that what you tell yourself in order to continue to pursue her? You must know by now that she is not a traditional Jedi. And yes, we use her skills as a last resort, but that does not mean the ends justify the means. She is incapable of holding a normal relationship. Her attachment to you would not be healthy.”

“Of course, it wouldn’t be the first time I almost ruined a Jedi’s career prospects,” he replied unable to keep the bitterness from his tone and Satele’s brow furrowed.

“You misunderstand, I’m not speaking to you on Tikal’s behalf. I’m doing this for you. If you insist on this she will reciprocate. No matter how much you believe otherwise, it will end poorly. I don’t want that for you, Theron. I want to spare you the pain.”

“Then spare me the rest of this conversation,” he snapped as the simmering rage within him bubbled over, “who do you think you are to tell me who I can or can’t fuck? You lost that right the moment you checked the box opting out of having a son. And you know what? That’s fine. You got everything you wanted out of it, but don’t come to me now and pretend we have anything resembling a personal relationship. We’re coworkers at best. And if we’re being honest, considering your track record, you’re the least qualified person to be doling out relationship advice.”

Satele watched as Theron got up, too stunned to respond.

“Good talkin’ to you,” and with that caustic parting he stormed back to the dormitories. He didn’t know what was more infuriating, the Satele’s condescending advice, or the fact that she would condemn their relationship as a failure.

“If you insist on this she will reciprocate. No matter how much you believe otherwise, it will end poorly.”

Right, because the idea that she would love me is so inherently wrong.

He stopped short as the words penetrated the fog of anger. Satele’s warning wasn’t that Tikal would reject him. Her fear was that Tikal would embrace him. Something akin to hope bubbled in his heart.

“How was your walk?” He looked up to see Tikal in front of him. Impulse won out once more and he hugged her.

“Theron? Are you alright?”

He closed his eyes tightly and held on. Later he would blame the painkillers, but for now he needed to feel grounded. He needed to belong somewhere.

“I’m with you, you know that. Right?” he asked quietly and in response he felt her arms wrap around him.

“Well yes, but it’s nice to be told,” she mused and, in that moment, he knew it would all work out. Despite what anybody else thought, they would be okay.

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Original Fictober Promp List HERE!

[perfectfitmbj]

C2. Pleasure

When Ashanti got upstairs to the master floor, Tristan had already had her bath ran with one of her favorite bath bombs already bubbling away in our jacuzzi tub. When Xavier came into the bathroom with her and Tristan, Shan's heart started to beat really fast. It wasn't that she was nervous but more so excited. These three hadn't had a threesome in a while because of a little "friendly competition" gone wrong. Tristan and Xavier tried to outdo each other in the end, poor Ashanti had to take off two weeks from work because her pussy was broken.

The two of them took turns pounding her into a crying mess for at least 2 ½ hours! The next days both Xavier and Tristan had to take the day off because she couldn't walk. Literally. Every step she took was so painful that she would just stop where she was and sit back down. When she called her Gynecologist, she was able to be fit in the same day. Tristan won the Rock, Paper, Scissors battle so he was the one who took her, which he regretted as soon as her doctor started her examination.

Ashanti was so ripped and swollen that her Doctor asked Tristan to step out of the room.

"Now, Ashanti I've been your doctor since you started your cycle. You can tell me anything, you know that?" Doctor Gibson said to her.

At first, Shan didn't know what was being implied until Dr. Gibson moved closer to her. "Sweetheart, did someone sexually assault you and you're scared to tell me in front of your husband?" She asked.

Ashanti's eyes almost popped out of her head when she heard that.

"Oh my gosh! No, I wasn't assaulted! We just had some really amazing rough sex that I'm paying for now." Shan explained.

When Tristan was allowed to come back in, Dr. Gibson stared a hole into the side of her face while she spoke to Shan about proper care for her "sexual injuries".

"You know, you're a very big man compared to her 5'5 frame. You should be more careful!" She told him before she walked out ending the appointment.

Tristan and Shan looked at each other and laughed as soon as she left. Once they left, they called Xavier and told him what happened and laughed again. That was the last time the three of them had a threesome. That was a year ago, so for the husbands to hear her say that at dinner got them both excited.

.................

After Tristan gave her her bath, Shan walked into the bedroom to see Xavier had set the mood with candles lit in certain parts of the room to create the perfect dim lighting. He had the massage oils out and waiting for her as he sat on the side of the bed.

These two had made sure to relax her entire body before anything got started. Tristan came into the room fresh out of his shower and dapped Xavier as he left to do the same.

Tristan walked over to the bed and slowly opened Shan's legs as she lies in her back in the same position Xavier had left her in. He caressed her thighs as he admired how pretty her pussy was.

"Damn, she pretty as fuck!" He told Shan as he caressed her pussy with his right index finger.

Slowly, Tristan started kissing down both of her thighs until he made it to her pleasure mound and kissed her second set of lips with just as much passion as if he was kissing the lips on her face.

"Mmmm Daddy! That feels sooo good!" Shan moaned as her back arched.

Tristan worked his tongue in and out of Shan's pussy like he was trying to fuck her orgasm out of her with it before attaching his entire mouth around her sensitive clit. Swirling his tongue around while sucking just enough to cause her a mixture of pleasure and pain, he thrusts two of his thick fingers inside her pussy, stretching her walls.

"Damn, Bro! You got her shit wet as fuck! I can hear that shit from the stairs! Lemme get some of that!" Xavier said as he walked into the bedroom stroking himself through his basketball shorts, walking over to the bed.

Tristan was flicking his tongue fast side to side as he slammed his fingers in and out of Shan's gushing pussy, creating a sloshing sound from how wet she was. Xavier tapped Tristan's shoulder causing him to pull his head back and stand up all while still fucking Shan with his fingers, letting Xavier take over attaching to her clit so he could recite the alphabet. Tristan pulled his fingers out of Shan, "You got it, Bruh Bruh!" Tristan told Xav before he walked over to the other side where Shan's head was as he took off his shorts.

"Mmmmm....fuck Papi...mmmm" Ashanti moaned out as she rubbed and squeezed her breasts.

Tristan rubbed the head of his hard 10 ½ -inch dick across Shan's lips until she looked up at him smiling before she opened her mouth wide, taking him in.

"Move yo' hands! Don't touch my dick unless I tell you to! That's right! Relax that throat!" Tristan commands as he fucks Shan in the mouth while watching her continue to pull and squeeze her nipples and breasts.

"Mmmm!! Oooooooh mmmmmmm!" Is all Shan could get out as she came all over Xav's fingers! He kept a tight suck on her clit as he finger fucked her as she rode out her orgasm.

Before Shan could brace herself, Xan had stood up and had slammed into her with his thick 10-inch dick causing her to stop breathing for a moment.

"Breathe baby," Tristan told her as he pulled his dick out of her mouth waiting for her to take a breath before shoving it back into her mouth letting her suck on it like a blow pop.

"Let's switch Bruh Bruh!" Tristan says as he looks over at Xav "Beating up the pussy! Pass that shit!" He said as he pulled his dick back out and climbed up into the bed.

Xav pulled out and let Tris pull Shan up to so she could straddle him. She lifted one leg up, positioning his head at her already tender opening before letting her wetness help her slide down his thick shaft.

"Oh God Daddy! Fuuuck! Mmmm!" Ashanti moaned out as she started to ride him.

"Pussy always tight as fuck, baby girl! Grippin' daddy's dick!" Tris moaned out as he pulled her forward so her ass was up.

Xav climbed up into the bed and positioned himself behind Shan. Stroking his hard piece in his hand to spread Shan's juices around before pulling her ass cheek apart to expose her tight, pink asshole.

"Breathe mamas, relax," Xav tells her as he spits on her hole before pushing into her, filling her other hole completely.

Ashanti threw her head back and exhaled out with her moan, taking in the pain and pleasure.

"Aaahg! Kgjrt! Gwyrjrhs!" Was all Shan could get out as her husbands picked up their pace once they found their rhythm.

"Don't hold that shit it, babygirl! Daddy feel it! Let that shit go! Cum on daddy dick just how I like it!" Tristan demanded in a sexy, deep voice as he continued to thrust into her with force.

"Oooooooh shiiiiiiitt!! I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Fuuuuck!!" She moaned out as she squirted all over Tristan. Riding out her second orgasm, she starts throwing it back. "Fuck my ass, papi! Harder!"

Xavier held onto the headboard as Tristan held her ass cheeks apart keeping her asshole open for Xav to pound into her hard and fast until he felt ready to explode.

Just as Xavier was about to reach his orgasm, Tristan was feeling his at the same time from Shan's walls pulsating around his swallowed dick before they both couldn't hold back and released their seeds all inside of her holes.

Drained. Xavier gets up and goes to get a couple soapy washcloths. After he cleans himself up, he takes the cloths back to the bedroom and hands one to Tristan who used his to clean himself and Xavier uses the other to clean a sleeping Ashanti.

Placing her in the middle of their Custom Emperor King bed, each husband took a side and cuddled into their wife. No words were spoken. No attitudes. No issues. Just all three falling into a comfortable, deep sleep.

[azems-familiar]

Thank you! I'm bored at work and on my phone so I'll do this lol.

Three ships: currently it's revalek, either platonic or romantic it's so good (Revan and Alek/Malak), revastila (Revan/Bastila Shan), and my horrible should've been a crackship but I now am extremely attached to, Cassus Fett/Canderous Ordo. Yes these are all kotor. Please don't ask me to try and come up with anything in mainstream sw currently lol.

Last song: uhhhhh pretty sure that's little lion man by Mumford and sons, it gives me emotions. Or was it exile by Taylor swift?? Idk I was listening to one of my fic playlists last night and I'm not at home to check.

Currently watching: critical role c2, vaguely, shadow and bone, theoretically, and the teasers we get from unreal cinema's kotor miniseries. Oh also I've been doing a rebels rewatch! Kanan my beloved,

Currently reading: assorted fics and not much else atm, I ain't got the brain power for books these days

Last movie: uhhhhhh the rebels movie?

Currently craving: sleep

Tagging @tarrevizsla @ipreferfiction @sith-shenanigans @milfdarthrevan @darthsassacre and anyone who wants to ig

I was tagged by @wrong-way-mar - thank you ☺️🌼

Rules: answer the questions and tag 9 people you want to know better/catch up with.

3 ships: bobannec, my murder babies 🥰 quite fixated on them right now. Also hmm... dincobb maybe, and Padme/Sabe, that's new for me but me like ☺️

Last song: Into the storm by Gojira 😎 🎸🤘

Currently watching: some hobby car mechanics messing around (on youtube) -I don't even care about cars really but they live like 20 miles from where I'm from so it's like watching what's going on at home with the guys down the street 🥺 ( I moved countries so I'm not stalking, I'm mildly homesick)

Currently reading: Queen's shadow by E.K. Jonston plus whatever sw fanfic comes my way. And Wikipedia on my teabreaks 😂

Last movie: can't remember, I don't have the emotional capacity to watch full length movies anymore. TV shows is all I can deal with, documentaries, and yt videos. Last movie I saw at the cinema was Far from home (loved it)

Currently craving: Starbucks with my cousin ☕😼 it's not the same without her. But covid is still on so have to wait to meet 😕

Tagging: @corellianhounds @oo-hazel-oo @catacatacatcat @assassininblack1783 @un-fett-ered @mandosmistress @37-children-of-the-dreams @generalfoolish @june-girl-86

[michguerin]

the undeniable chemistry that the critrole cast have as a group of friends playing dungeons and dragons is honestly just incredible

[michguerin]

yeah the fjorester kiss was God Tier™️

[michguerin]

PLANERIDER RYN’S FIREPLANE RESIDENCE

[michguerin]

i don’t know if it’s an underrated pairing but god i love matt and travis

[michguerin]

the nein and the tombtakers’ fight with gelidon is def when travis knew he NEEDED to be a blood hunter next campaign

[michguerin]

laura divvying up the items from thaydeen’s and COMPLETELY missing fjord buying jester a little ceramic unicorn and being totally surprised when he gave it to her made it so much more endearing wow

[michguerin]

don’t get me wrong i’m the biggest fjorester to ever fjorester but caleb’s little “you’re on thin ice, lavorre” is INCREDIBLY endearing

[michguerin]

the image of the mighty nein teleporting from the spa directly to rosohna in their bathrobes is fucking hysterical