#star’s fanfiction shenanigans

[cartoonhostage]

Forgot to post this lol

Thanks for adopting my many children @amevello-blue!

[cartoonhostage]

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[gothamite-rambler]

Stephanie Brown giving relationship advice

Stephanie: You should be with someone who will drag you outside at 3 AM to gaze at the stars.

Jason jotted this down on a small notepad.

Jason: Noted.

Stephanie walked away with a mischievous smile.

Later, at 3 AM…

Roy (screaming as he's dragged out of bed): GET OUT!

Jason: Come on, let’s do this together.

Roy: IT IS 3 IN THE MORNING!

Jason: Stop resisting! I’m doing this because I love you!

Roy: Stop! We’re not dating! What is wrong with you?!

Jason: It’s good advice! Quit clinging to the bed!

Roy: Get out of my room! How did you even get into my house?!

Jason: Not important! Just stop kicking!

Lian strolled past her father’s room with a glass of milk on her way back to her own room to sleep.

Roy: I swear to God, if you drag me outside to look at the damn sky, you’ll be removed from my life indefinitely.

Jason: Romantic talk won't deter me!

[qvnthesia]

Another You (1)

an anakin skywalker/jedi consular!reader fic set during the clone wars

the pitch: best friends with anakin since he had joined the jedi order, you hadn’t expected to catch feelings for him, not that hard, at least. his intentions were clear — his heart already enraptured by the nubian senator, leaving you to ruminate about the prospect of letting go of not just him, but maybe everything. until another anakin shows up, and your — your universe’s anakin starts behaving strangely.

A/N: this is a gift for my padawan, @kaizsche! happy birthday, kai! i hope you enjoy this fic! i return from an unexpectedly long hiatus with a three-part fic and i hope that all my other readers enjoy this short-fic too! a note to all readers — there’s no y/n here, the reader’s nickname for the fic is sky. that’s all from my end! happy reading!

part one — and you are?

word count: 3, 380

part one (here) | two | ....

As a Consular, you were trained to study the deepest abyss of the Living and the shrouded myths of the Cosmic. Albeit well-trained with a lightsaber, being a Jedi meant forsaking weapons for words. Diplomacy over bloodshed. Knowledge, insights, and lessons instead of learning the different ways of besting war-mongering droids and bureaucrats.

You look back at the looming hallways of the Temple, letting out a sigh as you turn around to watch the warships meander above the setting skies through the windows. The sun used to shine brighter, you think, but perhaps it’s the shadows that don’t let the light reach the galaxy anymore.

A Nubian ship soars between where the indigo darkens the pale orange in the sky and another wave of longing and sorrow digs deeper into your heart.

It had been almost a standard week since the Five Hundred and First Legion had arrived for their monthly rotation to protect Coruscant.

“Let’s hope we make it a week and not get called back to bust some Seppies since the 501st seems to be the only competent one to get some wins.”

You couldn’t stop the smile that had tugged at your lips.

“Don’t let Obi-Wan hear you say that.”

A deep rumble of laughter had echoed through Anakin’s chest and he’d pulled you into his embrace. It hadn’t taken a Force-sensitive to sense the happiness spread through your body, or that the same happiness had made him glow in the sea of shadows drowning the Force. He smelled just like he always did — fuel, probably the one from Malastare, since the scent always tingled your skin, and kyber, his bond with the second crystal coursing through his year-old arm. The spark of the Force, you called it, the crystal accepting the machine as a part of him.

But there was something more. You stiffened, the soft, sweet scent making you sneeze, making you draw back and—

“Since when in the name of Maker did you start wearing nlorna fruit-scented perfume?”

His cheekbones immediately stained red, shock dripping from every inch of his face until the charm and delight took over for the damage control.

“Some reporter tried to get up too close while I was on my way to the Temple.”

You laughed it off, knowing very well the Chancellor had banned journalists to enter the Temple after an incident involving three women, two men, and a food fight in the barracks had ended with Commander Cody coming off with a sprained neck and handing nearly half of the 212th two days’ worth of time of cleaning the trooper barracks on Coruscant. There were admirers of General Kenobi and on the other hand, well, admirers even Kenobi couldn’t negotiate with.

Obviously, it wouldn’t take an idiot to know. Anakin had always confided everything to you. He’d considered you as the best of his friends — the point which had exactly been the problem for the past two years. But you knew he was keeping something. You knew it, and the realization of it had cracked through whatever strength you always mustered whenever he smiled at you with those blue eyes — always so tired. Ones that had come to no one else to you for caf, for stories about your mind-blowing inventions, always teasing you about the time you had created such a fluffy pillow for Master Yoda’s backaches that it had taken him the collective efforts of the Council to wake him up from his slumber. You had never known what had happened in Master Yoda’s chambers, but the Council had learned not to disturb the centuries-old master from his sleep ever since then.

Anakin would continue on and on, narrating the tales of his adventures across the galaxy, while you kept on wondering when he’d slip like he usually did and confirm your worst fears.

But you never got the chance. The war grew on, spreading its tentacles to the corners of the Outer Rim to the point where the once full hallways of the Temple had never been so desolate, so hollow and abandoned. Every attempt of studying the Force your meditation had ended up just easing the mighty power as it writhed under the screams of terror, of the losses of life and the constant blasts and booms of missiles and bombs.

Just when you wished for some peace in the Temple, word had spread of spies in the Senate. You had joined Anakin and Obi-Wan to watch another one of the Senate’s heated sessions. The Chancellor’s bony fingers extended across the air, his steel voice commanding Senator Orn Free-Taa to shut down his baseless arguing against Senator Organa. But the senator from Ryloth simply refused to back down, until another pod smoothly drifted to join the three, the air ringing with the determination and tranquility brought forth by none other than Padmé Amidala.

The bond between you and Anakin flared up, something so bright and looming, such beauty and danger filling your soul till it vanished with a spark. You looked at Anakin, who had been clapping with the surrounding senators, his radiant smile only and only for no one but the occupant of the Nubian pod.

For so long, you had wondered who it was he’d found, had been so desperate for an opportunity to see, maybe echo some made-up protest or remark that’d dull his interest and make him come back to you no matter how selfish it sounded. But it was hard for you to ignore the goodness in Padmé’s heart, her resilience easing the Force in a way you never could, no matter how much time you spent studying it, meditating to repair its cracks and tear apart the veins of darkness shrouding its light.

Anakin Skywalker had fallen in love, and it wasn’t you. It was someone else and you… you were simply too late.

You let out a sigh, watching the Nubian ship disappear between the tall skyscrapers of the ecumenopolis. The scrolls on your table rustle for your attention, and you heavy-heartedly oblige, going back to once again analyze another countermeasure against the Separatists, who were now rumored to have created some sort of machine that could decimate entire civilizations — a planet-killer, the informant had said, before being poisoned to death.

You set down the scrolls with a heavy thump. Ever since Padmé, Anakin hardly ever came to visit. Ever since this stupid rumor of the Separatists’ planet-killer, the governing body of the entire galaxy looked up to you for solutions, for answers. They had offered you a chunk of kyber crystal retrieved from Ilum stolen by the Separatists and then recovered by Master Yoda himself. They demanded a weapon, sharply silencing your idea of diplomacy.

You wished for Anakin to maybe visit you, to just… just forget the karking war for five freaking minutes and let his childhood lullabies lull you to a restful slumber. Instead, you were drilling your gaze on the kyber crystal covering under a massive rug, the strength of the Force humming within a wonder for your meditation, the crystal’s deathly blue glow the bane of your sleep.

But that was the point. Maybe just forget the war. It did seem never-ending; one day the Republic won, the Separatists in the other. There was simply no end in sight. The number of lives to save was steeply increasing, missing civilians and dead soldiers bruising the Republic’s morale. Your master had been one of the unfortunate Jedi to pass into the Cosmic Force on Geonosis. Some of the padawans you had formed friendships with were now soldiers scattered across the galaxy. The Council was too busy arguing about matters behind closed doors, matters in half of which you were indirectly involved in. Anakin was away most of the time, the Hero With No Fear too busy to worry about his best friend who had so foolishly violated her morals and had fallen in love with him.

Isn’t that what you had exactly trained yourself to avoid?

“It’ll pass.”

You scoff at your Master’s words ringing in your head. The anger simmering in your bones builds up to a crescendo, and makes its presence known with the shatter of your sensor arrays on the opposite wall. Glass shards litter your laboratory, blood trickling down the lines of your palms, your exhausted tears joining the red dripping on the floor.

A soft twang bends the air in the room and echoes through the Force. The hair on the back of the neck rises sharply, and you watch the kyber in bewilderment. The deathly blue behind the rug hums stronger. Your equipment breathes to life, and your teary eyes squint in confusion, rushing toward the kyber as an invisible force possesses your machinery to run diagnostics on its own.

The deathly blue turns as bright as the Coruscanti sun shining at the Core, lighting up the edges of the galaxy with a power rivaling the one you and so many others before you control. You shield your eyes, stumbling over boxes and books detailing advancements of the past. Your equipment spits electric sparks, and you cower behind your arms.

“Stop it—STOP!”

The glow dies, the light in your laboratory returning to just as it was before. You launch into a fit of coughs, waving your hands to disperse the smoke filling the lab. You tune your senses and reach out into the Force.

The wave of a horrifying scream slams into you, knocking you off your feet. You summon the Force again, hoping the mystical power can help you steady yourself. But you freefall toward the table of sharp-edged screws and bolts until you’re pulled forward headlong towards a figure.

You regain your balance, fingernails digging into a smooth fabric covering a rock-hard chest. A tendril of warmth and concern wraps around your Force signature, and you look up at your savior.

“Anakin!”

You wrap your arms around his neck, breathing him in, all of him— wait, was that cabbage and banthaweed? Oh, who in the maker gave a shit — was he alright? Was he—

Your train of thought crashed to a halt as you draw back, gazing at Anakin before you. Your heart rate accelerates to a speed you can’t bring yourself to control, and you pray to the Maker he doesn’t hear it.

He’d done something to his hair. It was longer now, falling just below his shoulder and partly tied back, streaks of light brown and grey near his temples. Loose shirts and trousers and softer tones of beige and brown had replaced his dark, billowing robes. Most of all, you’re aware of his stormy blue eyes roving over you, wide-eyed in absolute shock.

“Hi.”

There’s a strange breath in the greeting that escapes him, one that makes you gulp; his throat visibly bobs as he clenches his jaw. The movement makes you realize there are two feet between you and him. Two feet away from the thunderous storm that is always Anakin Skywalker.

To your surprise, there’s no storm raging before you, nothing but a serene sun shining bright, its warm tranquillity reminding you of the one time you and Anakin had snuck off-world to Naboo as padawans. He’d promised the summers there at the time were delightful, and true to his words, they really were.

You reach out, intertwining your fingers with his, and meet flesh instead of cold metal.

You yelp, harshly flinching backwards. Anakin’s eyebrows shoot up in concern and he raises both his hands in an attempt to placate you. You’re horrified as you see his right arm, no longer a prosthetic but actual flesh.

“Sky!”

A sharp voice rings through the dimly-lit hallways, footsteps running their way towards you, and Anakin Skywalker skids to a stop at the threshold of your laboratory.

“Sky, are you—”

He halts his question mid-way, acknowledging the presence of the man standing right beside you.

There’s a moment of silence that passes between the two stunned men, before the Jedi-clad Anakin ignites his lightsaber, pointing the laser tip toward his long-haired double.

“Sky, get behind me.”

“Wha—” You whirl toward him with an indignant expression and your hands on your hips. “Do you think I’m incapable of defending myself?”

“No, I don’t—”

“On the contrary,” the long-haired Anakin speaks, his voice mellifluous and silvery, “I think not.”

You and Anakin pause in beginning another one of your bickering sessions, Anakin’s lightsaber still leveled against his double.

“Who in the hell are you?”

“Anakin Skywalker?” the long-haired Anakin answers again in the same tone, raising his hands in a gesture of surrender. “And you must be…”

“Anakin Skywalker,” says your Anakin, the height of his lightsaber inching slowly to the ground, utterly confused.

Shit.

“Well, this is interesting.”

The three of you swerve toward Obi-Wan standing in the doorway, arms crossed as he strokes his beard while Cody’s eyes are going to pop right off of his skull, witnessing one Anakin standing on each of your sides. Captain Rex, on the other hand, just aged a standard decade more with the lines appearing on his forehead.

“Stand down, Anakin. There’s no need for… that,” Obi-Wan ends rather admonishingly, though stunningly failing, still roiling from his possible lack of sleep — or the shock of seeing a copy of his former padawan.

Anakin’s lightsaber retracts into its hilt, and Obi-Wan turns to you.

“Consular Sky.”

Double shit.

“Are you alright?”

Oh, thank Maker—“Yes, Master Kenobi,” you nod fervently, not knowing whether you’re doing a good job of convincing Obi-Wan or yourself. “I’m completely fine, all thanks to Anakin.”

“It’s no problem, Sky.”

“You’re welcome.”

Anakin shoots a glare at, well, the long-haired Anakin, who shrugs with a relaxed raise of his eyebrows.

Obi-Wan looks like he’s about to faint right then and there, but the negotiator that he’s always been, he schools his expression just in time before anyone else can comment on it.

“Could you tell us what happened here, Sky?”

You look around your laboratory, trying to find an answer to the same question evidently ringing loud in everyone else’s minds.

Something along the lines of your nighttime reading pops up in your mind, and you cringe inwardly.

Double shit.

Obi-Wan’s expression settles into the one he’s always worn whenever he’s attending another one of the Council’s meetings.

Triple shit.

“Well, I don’t think I need to tell you where we’re going next, are we?”

“Which is the point here—”

The room’s attention turns back to the long-haired Anakin, eyes twinkling bright with the same softness as the time of his appearance.

“Where exactly are we going?”

Maker, he had to ask.

“From another universe, this version of Skywalker is?”

You grit your teeth and find the courage to nod.

Master Yoda grips his cane even tighter. Honestly, you really want to pity the old master, but Master Windu sits right next to him, clearly grouchy at being disturbed from the sleep he probably got after weeks and weeks of leading attack and rescue campaigns.

“How is this even possible?” Master Koon’s voice rumbles through his mask, sharp and alert despite the drowsiness emanating from a majority of the Jedi Council.

“Well, Master Koon, there’s the multiverse theory,” you speak, voice slightly quivering. “It’s clear our universe isn’t the only one that exists. There are thousands of worlds out there with billions and trillions of lifeforms. But they’re distantly separated from ours, just like all others. For all we know, they might have their own laws of physics, their own collections of stars and galaxies — that is, if stars and galaxies can exist in those universes,” you stop a nervous hiccup and continue. “—and maybe even their own intelligent civilizations.”

“Is this true, then?” Master Windu leans forward with his signature soul-scanning glare. “Are you truly from another universe? Or just another shapeshifter?”

All other Council members swerve their heads toward the long-haired Anakin standing on your right.

“I assure you, Master Windu,” the other Anakin shrugs lightly. “I am not from here. I—”

He takes a second to look around, his gaze turning distant.

“I will admit I have been here before, in the Temple, though this one does look incredibly different from the one I was raised and trained in.”

Several pairs of eyebrows shoot up in surprise, even Anakin’s, who stands just in the corner behind where Obi-Wan has himself perched on another one of the Council chairs.

Master Windu recovers from his internal heart attack and focuses his line of sight on you.

“How did this happen?”

“Honestly, even I’m not sure, Master Windu,” you admit. “I did nothing of any sort to the crystal, it just started to glow, and the next thing I know—”

“I’m here,” the other Anakin finishes, eyes twinkling in some sort of amused annoyance.

Master Yoda taps his cane, and the Council’s incoming deliberations surrender to silence.

“Will of the Force, it seems, that this Skywalker has been sent here. Aid us, harm us, know that, I do not.”

He flutters his eyes close for a brief second, tendrils of his power hesitantly coiling around you and the other — long-haired — Anakin before refocusing them on you.

“Consular—” you stiffen as Master Yoda blurts out your name. “—find a way to send this Skywalker to his home, your task it is. Help you, our Skywalker will. Lead Captain Rex and the Five-Oh-First, Master Kenobi will—”

Behind Obi-Wan, Anakin steps forward to protest.

“—Temporarily, till resolved, the situation is.”

Anakin stops to stand on your left, the slight touch from his elbow a sign of comfort and reassurance.

“Important I feel, it is, to send this Skywalker home. Stay longer, he must not. At war, we already are. Already upon us, the shadows of the Sith are.”

The long-haired Anakin’s eyebrows raise.

You sigh inwardly. I’ll explain it to you later.

He relaxes, and you turn toward your Anakin, who gazes at his counterpart with a strange mixture of suspicion and something along the lines of annoyance.

“Send him home quickly, you must, Consular,” Master Yoda speaks with an inspired urgency. “Terrible it will be, I sense if the Sith find him. Not just for Jedi, but for the Galaxy, also.”

Your Anakin moves closer, his fingertips brushing yours, a tingling sensation itching yours to touch his.

You focus your gaze on the masters before you and bow down with both Anakins, nodding towards Yoda and Windu.

“Master Kenobi will show our guest to his new quarters.”

Obi-Wan seems relieved at finally being allowed to stretch his legs as he strides over to the long-haired Anakin.

“Come along,” the master pauses before smiling in his wise and incredibly tired ways. “Anakin.”

The other Anakin offers a cordial nod and turns to you.

“I suppose I’ll be seeing you later.”

He poses it as a question of sorts. You don’t take time to dissect his intentions, having no energy to do so with the day’s certainly turbulent events and give him a nod.

“Thank you.”

Your eyes slightly twitch in alertness as he offers you a bright, albeit tired smile. Before you can respond or react, he’s already followed Obi-Wan to his quarters, having long disappeared around the nearby corner.

“Sky?”

Your Anakin puts his hand — the metal hand — on your shoulder.

You can practically feel the gears of his joints creaking to ensure his touch stays gentle, despite knowing very well he could easily crush your lung right now with the frustration nagging at his veins.

“It’s nothing, Anakin,” you answer before he can voice his worries out loud. “I’ll be fine—we better get some sleep, lots of work to do.”

Anakin nods, letting go of you with a soft smile. With a sweep of his robes, he walks out of the Council chambers.

You finally let out the breath you’d been holding; the image of both of their smiles filling your vision much clearer than they were supposed to.

Quadruple shit.

to be continued...

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cross-posted on AO3 <33

part one (here) | two | ....

[cartoonhostage]

The TSISR crew are NOT beating the "we live in the worst timeline" allegations </3 Good luck to everyone in the @tmntaucompetition!

Transcript under the cut👇

(What's TSISR? Info for The Sky Is Still Red AU is in my pinned post!)

Donnie: An alternate universe competition? I knew it...

Leo: Woah, we were submitted?

Raph: Doesn't look like we qualified...

Mikey: Ohmigosh!

Raph: Fact we didn't get in makes me nervous. What if we-

Mikey: Oh, chill, our world can't be that bad

Sensei: Don't... Don't go in there.

[willow-salix]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY JOHN!

To celebrate my boys (TAG) birthday I'm FINALLY launching season 3!

Here's the TAG line:

We last saw the Tracy family dealing with their biggest threat yet, a mysterious foe who lurks in the shadows, pulling strings and putting the whole world in danger.

Plans are being put into action, true allegiances are being formed, patience and resolve is being tested and the Tracy family is feeling the strain.

Secrets will out, world views will shift, the threats will keep piling up and the Tracy family will have their eyes opened in more ways than one.

Who's as excited as I am? This season has been a long time in the planning and I'm sooo happy to be finally sharing it with the world. I'm planning on publishing a chapter a week, but I'll be writing as I go and life happens, so we'll see how it goes lol.

Gods I'm so happy that I'm back writing these gorgeous people, I've missed my two idiots so much, I can't even describe it.

Chapter 1 is up and you can find it here ➡️

So, if you're new, welcome to the madness, and if you're returning, welcome back!

We hope you enjoy the ride.

[skybreakprimeonao3]

Brain: “force shenanigans toddler Obi-Wan being taken care of by the clones is cute.”

Brain: “force shenanigans tooka Obi-Wan being forcefully taken care of by the clones is amused.

Brain: “what if force shenanigans split Obi-Wan. One side is a toddler and one side is a tooka. Tooka runs from everything, toddler is a toddler. The only way to get General Kenobi back is by having the toddler pet the tooka.”

Me: “what the hell…”

[cartoonhostage]

This has been rotating in my brain for the past three hours, don’t mind me while I just-

April stirred, the loose rocks under the thin fabric separating her body from the cave floor poking uncomfortably. She managed to pry one eye open. She was lying in a row of survivors on the floor, in what was clearly some sort of makeshift medbay, if the bandages visible on every sleeping figure were any indication. She was dimly aware of bandages of her own, wrapped around her legs and one shoulder. The lights hanging from the cavern ceiling weren’t bright, but she felt as if they should be blinding, even though they didn’t even hurt her eyes.

She sat up. It was clear that no one was awake. Only the sounds of soft breathing and the low hum of the lights filled the silent room. She took slightly laboured breaths of her own, as she scanned the room. So many familiar faces, all nearly fatally injured, if they weren’t already dying or dead. She didn’t want to think about how many corpses were in this room. One thing was for certain, though, her brothers and nephew weren’t in here with her.

April brushed her warm blanket aside to stand on shaky legs. Nothing was broken, hopefully just scraped up or bruised. She was still wearing her combat boots, so she took care to maneuver through the unconscious crowd on light feet, until she made it past what appeared to be the threshold for the medbay, although it wasn’t like there were any doors, it was just a cave.

For a moment she just walked through a short corridor-like section of cavern that connected the medbay to whatever room was further ahead. They hadn’t had to come down here in years, and she probably had a head injury of some kind, she could be forgiven for not remembering-

The central power. That was what this next room held. Or what it was supposed to hold.

The air abandoned April’s lungs as the corridor opened into a massive chamber, with a hole in one side of the ceiling letting the stars shine through onto the massive statue in the middle of the room. The familiar body with enormous cables protruding from its chest and running into the ceiling, snaking across the floor. Three much smaller figures were propped up against his leg.

Raph’s leg.

April sprinted to the body’s side, no longer caring about the echoes her boots made against the stone floor.

“No, no, no…” she whispered. She ran her gloved hands up and down one part of Raph’s leg, unable to look away from the single closed eye on his frowning face, or the casing in his plastron that had been peeled away to make way for all of those hideous wires that looked like tendrils reaching inside to rip out his heart.

His- heart, his power generator, it couldn’t- April looked down at Leo’s slumbering body, Mikey and Casey nestled in his arms. All three of them had dark tear tracks staining their faces. She looked up at the lights hanging from the ceiling, that were now clearly connected to one of the cables. Some of the cables, the ones that spilled onto the cold stone floor, were connected to glowing violet consoles on one side of the chamber.

The pieces clicked together one by one, horrible thought after horrible thought. Some of them probably weren’t even close to what actually happened, but it wasn’t like she could rule them out either. Tears bit at the corners of her eyes. The metal of Raph’s body was freezing cold.

Was he still in there? Was he just sleeping while the generator kept the security system and defenses alive? Or was he… really gone? For good this time? No more coming back? She didn’t want to accept that as a possibility, but she couldn’t accept anything as hard fact until someone woke up to tell her what had actually happened, so all she had was possibilities.

April kicked the side of Raph’s leg, hard. A loud clang echoed through the chamber, and needles of pain shot through her shins. She didn’t care.

“We just got you back, you… you big, dumb idiot,” she seethed through clenched teeth. There was no anger in her mind, though, only confusion, fear, and sorrow.

“If you’re still in there, Raph, please…” she choked. “Let me say goodbye this time.”

And if he wasn’t, if he was already gone…

Had she seriously missed it again? She and Casey had made it to Donnie’s side literal seconds too late, how long had she been unconscious in that medbay? She looked down at Casey’s face, his expression anguished even in sleep. If Raph was really gone, she hoped that at least he had gotten to be there this time.

April clenched her fists at her side. She’d said her fair share of goodbyes to people letting out their final shaky breaths on a medical bed, or choking out their last words on the battlefield, but these deaths were different. Donnie was her brother, dammit! She couldn’t let herself believe she’d missed Raph leaving too, not without confirmation.

She hadn’t even noticed that she’d started to sob quietly, hiccuping every twenty seconds or so. It wasn’t fair, she couldn’t just keep finding her brothers’ lifeless bodies without having been there for their last moments, it wasn’t fair. Mikey and Leo and Casey wouldn’t let her go through that again, they knew how bad it had fucked her up, especially Casey.

April kicked off her boots, ignoring the loud clangs they made as they hit Raph’s remaining hand, outstretched on the floor. She crouched down and nestled herself right next to her turtle brothers, a tear rolling from her cheek onto Leo’s cold metal arm. She closed her eyes, but could still practically see the silvery strands of Mikey’s hair that were tickling at her nose.

Answers would come in the morning, whether she wanted them or not. She trusted her brothers. She trusted Raph.

Even still, one horrible thought rang out louder than all of the rest, one she hated, but one that kept repeating itself, over, and over, and over.

“And then there were two.”

Yes I’m normal about this comic why do you ask @somerandomdudelmao

Part 6!

Everything is falling apart.

First of all, I'm sorry. Second - we're only one part away from the beginning of comfort and I'm slowly going crazy here haha

Part 1

[android-and-ale]

Welcome to the short, one-shot amuse bouche I plated for the 2024 Star Trek Potluck. If you love both Star Trek and food, click on the collection tag to feast on fics and art from across the many wonderful series and movies in our wider fandom.

Chapters: 2/2

Fandom: Star Trek, Star Trek: The Original Series Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James T. Kirk/Spock Characters: James T. Kirk, Spock (Star Trek), Nyota Uhura, Pavel Chekov, Kevin Riley, Hikaru Sulu

  Additional Tags: Domestic Fluff, Short One Shot, James T. Kirk Loves Spock, Spock Loves James T. Kirk, Fluff and Humor, Spirk's shared bathroom, Morning Rituals, Replicators, Sulu's bringing something special to the potluck, and the entire Enterprise crew wants a taste, the realities of serving in Starfleet, I once more can not be trusted to name background OC's, botany lab shenanigans

Summary:

With only three days left before a dreaded ship-wide inspection by an admiral with a grudge, Kirk and Spock must face the ire of the crew in order to rid the Enterprise of its most popular contraband.

[fullbattleregalia]

As promised, I present the chaotic Trilla & Anakin time-travel fix-it with a side serving of tiny!Cal kidnapping that only I was asking for:

Explosions Solve Most Problems

By AgentMalkere

Summary: Two only kind-of-maybe-reformed sith are not who anyone would pick to save the galaxy. Too bad, Second Sister and Darth Vader Trilla Suduri and Anakin Skywalker are what they're getting.

[kartaylirnaak]

The Lingerie Approval Board Sneak Peak

Another little sneak peak from the final chapter of The Lingerie Approval Board (NSFW).

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Barlex: What is he doing anyway?

Gearshift: Finding one of his hacked datapads

Oddball: That Cody has absolutely no knowledge of

Cody: I’m not here

Gregor: Excellent plausible deniability sir

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More 212th shenanigans when the last chapter is uploaded to AO3 here.

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Vote for ATIME!!!

(Sorry I took so long to reblog this lmao, drawing was NOT working with me)

Round One, Part One!

Monster Inside the Man by @keepsdrifting

A Tear in my Eye by @cartoonhostage

[seven-oomen]

The Negotiator and the docking bay around it are silent around this time. Only a skeleton crew of guards remains for the next hour or so. When the night shift is replaced by the day shift. Getting on board is easy, getting into Prime’s ship isn’t hard either. Figuring out how to get the electronics working again is an entirely different matter.

“This thing is deader than a Triton moon…” Rex mutters as he presses the controls at random. Nothing lights up. Nothing makes a sound.

“Did you turn it on?”

“Vod, I am trying that. It’s not working.”

“Maybe you’re pressing it the wrong way.”

He’s not. The reason it’s not working is because they popped the ship with a localized EMP when they hauled Prime’s ship in. But it’s funny to watch Rex struggle for a minute.

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INTRODUCING TO TUMBLR FOR THE FIRST TIME:

Master Leonardo brings Casey Jones Jr back in time as planned, but what do they do when they don't go quite as far back as they wanted? More info under the cut.

Meet The Sky Is Still Red! This has been my favourite AU for a long time now. There's already three chapters written, but my lack of an outline has kept me from publishing it confidently. I plan to start uploading chapters to my AO3 very soon.

Future Leo (who will be named Sensei in this AU) and Casey find themselves in the year 2022, two years after the beginning of the Krang war, rendering it impossible to prevent the apocalypse from happening as it's already started. The young adult turtles will learn to cope with the knowledge of their future and fight to keep it from happening, to hold onto hope when it feels as if humanity's fate is already sealed. Recovery is a bumpy road, but they have to cling to their faith that one day they will be better, and they will lead Earth to a better future.

This AU was partially inspired by the Hansel AU by @mobiitez, in which future Leo and Casey go too far back in time to meet baby versions of the turtles. I thought why not fuck up the time gateway in the other direction? and TSISR was born. I'm so excited to share this, it's my proudest work.

Edit: The first chapter is now posted to my AO3 and linked in my pinned post!

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Why FABT Leo needs a hug

1. He watched his sister and baby brother die literal days ago

2. Said baby brother now lives in his brain but is in constant pain and is very depressed and also mourning their sister (which Leo can feel when he’s inside his brain)

3. He just assigned himself the mission of sending everyone in the bad timeline to the good timeline afterlife just so they can feel joy again

4. I cannot express how fucking depressed this man is

5. He keeps forgetting he’s missing his hand because he associates having it with Raph being alive

6. PTSD dreams almost every night

7. Baby brother now has to watch his PTSD dreams

8. He’s a Leo, you know he’s insecure

9. Doesn’t know how to talk to his remaining father with this whole ghost situation going on

10. Or anyone for that matter

11. I think I accidentally made him too depressed

12. He genuinely punches himself in the face all the time by accident, he’s a wet napkin of a man

13. Anyway he would definitely sob into Little Leo and tell him to tell Casey that he’s coming as fast as he can

Polls be fun ok? Now who needs 2AL Little Leo Therapy...

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In The Bottom Of The Barrel Bottle - @beeceit

We'll Meet Again, Soon - @chiangyorange

3 Sided Coin - @leglessstreetlights

At My Worst - @teainthesnow

Full Lair - @shittygaypornmagazine

Last Hourglass - @last-hourglass

For A Better Time - @cartoonhostage

Trial And Error - @/apatheticrobots

Odd Man Out - @/threestrippedslider

Mutant Ninja Midlife Crisis - @/mutantninjamidlifecrisis

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;w; Untitled please, gutpuncher was too aptly named

This one is not in a specific AU; it’s just some scroobling around with scenes of a Victory!AU and what follows. (There is an extremely undignified dance eventually.) Imagine the end-scene of the Return of the Jedi where there are parties on every planet, but with the Clones present and shouldering a healthy share of the event management load just by taking initiative and partying the hardest they can.

UNTITLED - BOOT-SCOOTIN’ VICTORY - Smol Snippet:

One might have thought it would be an awkward position for a general to be suddenly on equal footing with his subordinates, ranks dispensed with and titles tossed like so many petals into the air. When the general in question is one Obi-Wan Kenobi, it is no such thing.

Beneath the vast dome of the senate’s rotunda, surrounded on all sides by bodies and noise, Obi-Wan watches the crowd of men before him instead of the senator still speaking to him, grinning so broadly he’s sure his cheeks will split. 

Every threat is gone. The case is won. They are free men.

Obi-Wan can see familiar faces amid the sea of mirrored features. He is possessed with the urge to grab each set of hands, seize faces and shoulders and laugh into messy, sweaty hair that smells of life and living. The impulse is not his own — his own feelings well low and deep in his gut, incandescently overjoyed, but not so bubbling. His fingertips twitch with it. Like a swelling wave he rides the immaterial singing force in the air, maintaining his position within it, hands clasped at his back. 

Waxer is dancing, Obi-Wan thinks; although he makes a show of redefining the word. Boil is laughing from his knees, eyes screwed shut and face upturned, something wet in the sound. 

(More happy-vibing sightseeing from Obi for a bit here, runs into a few more familiar faces, still doesn’t involve himself directly)

Obi-Wan searches the crowd again, laughing now — and catches a glimpse of Rex.

Rex is trembling with hands upraised and fingers loose, eyes glazed wide with shock, caught up in what looks to be a painfully tight embrace with Obi-wan’s very own Marshall-Commander-no-more. Cody’s close-shorn head buries into the other’s neck-guard, his gloved fingers squealing where they grip at plastoid, armored shoulders rigid and still. They are still as statues compared to the heaving throng of clones around them.

Obi-Wan excuses himself from the throng of watching senators poorly, his voice reduced to a thread, his words tumbling gracelessly, conflicting needs to laugh or burst into messy tears tearing painfully at the corners of his mouth. 

Sluggishly he moves, and when he finally quits the halls it is with backwards steps into helpful shadows, because — Force have mercy on a giddy fool, but joy renders Obi-Wan an indecisive man who cannot pick which glimpse must be his last.

END SNIPPET