#sw fun in the sun

[maemil]

Sun & Moon

Day 2 prompt for @starwarssapphicweek

Their color palettes were so perfect for this prompt that I had to.

[ID: A digital drawing on a textured canvas. One half of the canvas shows an orange sun with a light blue sky and white clouds. The sun has Ahsoka Tano's face markings drawn onto it. The other half of the canvas shows a light yellow-greenish moon with a dark blue sky and stars. Barriss Offee's tattoos are drawn onto it. The craters on the moon are in the shape of the markings on her head cover.]

[friendlyneighbourhoodelf]

writing a fic featuring cody without using sun / light imagery challenge impossible

[apollotronica]

dude who needs drugs or alcochol wben you have adhd and good friends who make everything funny and yummy snacks and outside time in the sunlight

[jonathanbiers]

going to be negative in the tags so ignore if u don't want to see complaining you've been warned

[gio-cosmo]

Ik I never talk abt Pokémon on here but this is literally my fav battle theme of all time and yet I rarely see ppl talk abt it!!

[salemahn]

Leah Williamson

Part 1

Call Me Love ~ @mead-iocre

2.3K / Fluff, Suggestive

The Bet ~ @wileys-russo

2.7K / Fluff, Suggestive

On Your Side ~ @pinkcarnatixns

2K / Fluff, Suggestive

Protective ~ @gunnerfc

794 / Fluff

Clingy ~ @inuyashaluver

2.3K / Fluff

Small Intimate Interaction ~ @wileys-russo

4.7K / Fluff

Leah's Problem ~ @imbored1201

1.6K / Fluff

Like Real People Do | Do You Think I've Forgotten About You ~ @delfiore

3.4K & 4.5K / Fluff, Implied Smut, Angst, Happy Ending

I Need This ~ @barcaatthemoon

1K / SMUT

Inappropriate ~ @trulyhblue

1.4K / Fluff

Comfort | The Winner Takes It All ~ @alexias-putellas / @kyra-cooneyx

755 & 706 / Fluff

Relationship Test ~ @ceesimz

2.9K / Fluff, Suggestive

In Sickness and Stubbornness ~ @alotofpockets

1.2K / Fluff

Final Four ~ @alotofpockets

1.8K / Fluff

Superstitious ~ @wileys-russo

1.3K / Fluff

Track Days ~ @sourdieselog

Social Media Post

My Bodyguard ~ @lwwife

2.2K / Fluff, Slight angst

I Can't Sleep ~ @wileys-russo

720 / Fluff

Flu Season ~ @p0orbaby

473 / Fluff

Hard Launch ~ @goldenwilliamson

1.3K / Fluff

In Your Head ~ @nats--sw

3.2K / Fluff, Suggestive

Stupid Hat ~ @wileys-russo

806 words / Fluff, Suggestive

Ignorance is Bliss | 2 | Ficlet ~ @wileys-russo

2.9K & 1.4K / Fluff, Angst, Suggestive

Back In Training ~ @goldenwilliamson

1.9K / Fluff

Dating Leah Williamson Would Include (HCs) ~ @gunnerfc

314 / Fluff, SMUT

Put A Ring On It ~ @wileys-russo

4.4K / Fluff

Training Wheels ~ @pinkcarnatixns

2.1K / Fluff, Suggestive

Sun To Me ~ @repulsiveliquidation

1.8K / Fluff, Angst

House Wife ~ @wileys-russo

4.4K / Fluff

Da Da Da Na Da Da ~ @greynatomy

580 / Fluff

The Fun Part ~ @lessi-lover

1K / Fluff, Suggestive

New Years' Kiss ~ @goldenwilliamson

1.8K / SMUT

Valentines Sucks ~ @leahsgirl

2.5K / Angst, Fluff

Lock Down ~ @wileys-russo

2K / Fluff, Suggestive

Sleepy Girl | Part 2 ~ @inuyashaluver

2.5K & 3.4K / Fluff, Suggestive, Angst

The Beach Episode ~ @leahswife

1.6K / Fluff, Suggestive

Hands Down ~ @pinkcarnatixns

1.5K / Fluff, Suggestive

The New Number 6 ~ @wileys-russo

1.4K / Fluff, Suggestive

Leah Williamson NSFW Alphabet [switch ver.] ~ @gunnerfc

740 / SMUT

Football Scarves and Football Kits ~ @mead-iocre

5.7K / Fluff

Boyfriend ~ @inuyashaluver

2.7K / Fluff, Suggestive

Photobooth ~ @inuyashaluver

1K / Fluff, Suggestive

Just Best Friends? ~ @inuyashaluver

2.5K / Fluff

No More Room ~ @p0orbaby

366 / Fluff, Suggestive

I Don't Trust You In This Bed Alone ~ @p0orbaby

182 / Fluff

Soft Glances ~ @p0orbaby

183 / Fluff

Pretty Girl ~ @kyra-cooneyx

712 / Fluff, Suggestive

Legacy | Little Golfer | Just Like Mummy ~ @wileys-russo

1.5K & 1.2K & 1K / Fluff

Ours ~ @p0orbaby

245 / Fluff

Even When I Snore? ~ @p0orbaby

322 / Fluff

Muddy Puddles ~ @jflemings

538 / Fluff

Birthday Girl ~ @jflemings

268 / Fluff, Suggestive

She's Unpredictable, Unforgettable ~ @onsomenewsht

651 / Fluff

Mother Material ~ @jflemings

451 / Fluff

Petty Arguments ~ @inuyashaluver

1.4K / Fluff, Slight Angst

Edits ~ @inuyashaluver

1.5K / Fluff, Suggestive

Pranks ~ @inuyashaluver

1.4K / Fluff, Suggestive

Jacket Kisses ~ @inuyashaluver

1.1K / Fluff, Suggestive

Lovin' On You ~ @inuyashaluver

1.9K / Fluff, Suggestive

Surprise ~ @inuyashaluver

1.7K / Fluff

Sneaky ~ @inuyashaluver

1.9K / Fluff

Media Day ~ @avaf00rd

2.4K / Fluff

Friend Night into Date Night ~ @afterglowkatie

1.6K / Fluff

Wasting Time ~ @alessiasfreckles

651 / Fluff

Not Good, Not Bad, But Different ~ @alessiasfreckles

2.8K / Fluff, Slight Angst

Suit and Tie ~ @inuyashaluver

2.9K / Fluff, Suggestive

Gossip ~ @wileys-russo

1.3K / Fluff

Privacy ~ @p0orbaby

2.1K / SMUT

Graduation ~ @mercurycft

Social Media / Fluff

Our New Normal | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 ~ @mead-iocre

2.1K & 4.6K & 4.4K / Fluff

Colour Me ~ @fanfics-posts

4.9K / Fluff

Player of The Match ~ @goldenwilliamson

987 / Fluff

I'm Just Tired ~ @fanfics-posts

3.1K / Fluff, Angst

Closest To You ~ @stchttp00

562 / Fluff

Ice Rink ~ @skipper1331

2.6K / Fluff

Advantage | Part 2 ~ @alessiasfreckles

3.2K & 1.2K / Fluff, Slight Angst

As Long As You Need ~ @mysunshinetemptress

996 / Fluff, Slight Angst

Divitiae ~ @p0orbaby

1.3K / Fluff

Body Heat ~ @p0orbaby

431 / Fluff

Overthinker ~ @p0orbaby

471 / Fluff

NYE Kiss ~ @gunnerfc

980 / Fluff

Honeymoon ~ @p0orbaby

1.3K / SMUT

My Eyes Are Up Here ~ @p0orbaby

590 / Fluff, Suggestive

Fan Behaviour ~ @goldenwilliamson

2.1K / Fluff

First Times ~ @gunnerfc

1.5K / Fluff, Slight Angst

Velcro's ~ @p0orbaby

488 / Fluff

Green With Envy ~ @p0orbaby

665 / Fluff, Slight Angst

What Are We ~ @nxghtstxne

2.2K / Fluff

Sunset ~ @russos-ventitre

1.9K / Fluff

Mornings With You ~ @outsideratheart

752 / Fluff

[itstheendofthegoddamnworld]

Swallowed Whole by The Flame (Messmer the Impaler x Tarnished! Reader) 5

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Summary: You go on a hunt to find Redmane Freyja.

A/N: Oh boy, another fight scene that I cannot write. This chapter mentions scenes of violence: blood, gore, swearing - all the fun things.

A03 link

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Chapter 5: Challenge

"If thee dare betray me, I shall maketh sure thou art never blessed by mine own mother's grace again."

It haunts you his exact words, whispered as if death was watching your every move.

It's a challenge, though one where he can judge you for how foolish you are. If he really wanted you to do all this for his loyalty, you would've rather faced the golden hippopotamus again.

You tell yourself you'll prove him wrong, and wipe that smug attitude away when you return. That is if you do it in time. There is a sense of doom to your mission, one you think could go wrong. Redmane Freyja - someone you didn't get the chance to speak to - is a warrior through and through. Capable of standing for herself, and impressive in her prowess. 

Having followed the Moorth Highway south, avoiding furnace golems and trolls that sit by ransacked carriages. By the time you see the ruins on the second night, darkness has fallen, and rain slashes in front of you. You decide it's best to take a rest.

You sit by the closest site of grace, and rain shields your vision, giving less visibility, but it is only the grace you look upon, watching intensely.

Torrent nudges you out of your thoughts momentarily, bringing a gentle hand out to feed him berries you gathered, whilst you rip at the bark-like cured meat. "What have I gotten myself into, Torrent?" You whisper to him tentatively, as your stead munches happily on the treats you provide. A flash of lightning casts the tree behind you to look like a mighty beast, yet you do not jump. Instead, you sigh, your body aches and your mind wishes for rest. "Doom follows me, and I can only welcome it."

Sleep does not come easy, not that it has for many nights.

When morning comes, you dismount from Torrent, and the stead disappears out of sight, back into the whistle for when you need him next. The ruins are a large formidable mess, crumbling from age with the heat of the stone burnt from eternal flames. You're aware of its underground structures, but it is not that you're interested in.

For in the centre, stands the person you've been looking for.

"Tarnished, I am pleased to see you made it out alive from the Shadow Keep." Freyja greets you smoothly, turning to face you, "Is the deed done? Is the tyrant dead?"

"No Lady Freyja, he is not." 

The woman only gives a hum to your answer, "That is a shame. I will have no doubt when I tell Lady Leda, she will not be too pleased either. 

"She will not hear of this news, Freyja," There was a sense of acceptance to your words. You pull forth your nagakiba, bending your knees as you hold a defensive stance, "For I have come for your life instead."

She is silent for what feels like forever until you hear the absurd thing. Laughter. She is laughing at you. "Did your new lord ask of you to do this? Ah, you foolish girl, what have you done?"

You don't answer her, but you feel something boil inside you. Fight me. Fight me now. "Do you believe Lady Leda will not hear of this? The news of my death will trigger my allies to come find you. Do you not hear yourself, who will stand with you? Miquella will not take lightly hearing of your deception."

It is only with a heavy sigh that eases you. She unsheathes her great sword, flashing like a giant sun. "Very well, Tarnished. May your foolishness be your undoing."

"May it be then." You say, and before you in a flash, she charges.

Metal hisses against metal as the great sword hits the side of your armour on your chest, caught mostly by your nagakiba, thankful that it does not slice through. It does, however, leave a long scratch down the steel.

You grunt. Freyja is a mighty warrior you admit, but she sweeps with her great sword with the intent of hacking your head off rather than trying to whittle you down. A foolish mistake, you note, rolling out of the way as her great sword swings down, hitting the very spot you just stood on.

You land a quick slash towards her, having almost no effect as she dodges easily, grabbing you tightly by the forearm and headbutting you with a crack that you think has split your skull. She tosses you backwards, her laughter raucous and vexing.

You continue to circle her, darting back and forth, slicing, which makes her have to try looking out for you. She makes for a big target, swinging her great sword around as she huffs and grunts like a beast not wanting to surrender. A true warrior of Radahn, you wonder why she chose to leave him. For what feels like ages, you both jab at one another, taking turns with neither gaining a hit or dodging the last second. Only one of your slashes with your nagakiba gets her on the back of her leg and you smile in victory underneath your helm, only to dodge out the way clumsily from another one of her heavy-hitting attacks.

"You're slow, Tarnished." Freyja mocks. "Is this the warrior Messmer fought? I feel sorry for him."

You hiss, slashing at her most vulnerable areas, legs, arms, twice at the shoulders in an attempt to get her to become sluggish. Freyja would not slow though, grunting from time to time, but overall seemingly not injured.

You wonder if Messmer did all of this as a cruel joke- to have you face the largest and most formidable of Miquella's followers. It would be easy to laugh too, for you were indeed the fool who accepted. 

You continued, earning a slash to your shoulder at one point that has you promptly rummaging for a healing flask, dodging another attack as you down it. Your shoulder feels stiff, but it has healed the wound quickly enough for you to keep going for her. Circling, slashing, rolling. On and on, this dance goes on until you do begin to notice she is becoming slower.

You stagger her with a parry, going up behind her in a flash to stab her through the rib, getting through the gap in her armour as you kick her forward. Blood ruptures out as she gives a loud grunt, cursing you loudly as she lands on her feet before you can attack her again.

"I will not die today, Tarnished." You can hear her gritting her teeth, leaping like a cat into the air, her sword and herself swinging in time before she lands on the ground right in front of you. Debris and dirt hit you, rocks scrapping your exposed areas not covered by armour and you're flung backwards, landing not so gracefully on your back from the force of her landing. She strides towards you, thinking victory is ahead.

You roll to stand, thinking swiftly as you pull forth a perfume bottle, throwing it her way. It casts pockets of fire in her way, and she stumbles through it, patting herself as you can hear the sound of her blood bubbling and boiling from her cuts.

The next foolish thing you could do whilst she was occupied with the perfumed flames was charge towards her, running through the flames you cast as you scream, leaping onto her, kicking her in the gut that she is winded enough to have her great sword knocked from her hand. Now with her unarmed, you raise your nagakiba over your head, thinking it would be enough to strike the exposed part of her neck to give her a quick death, only to find she is slamming her fist into your gut too, not once, twice, knocking your sword from hand as she lands a punch to the side of your face, knocking you off her and onto the ground.

You scrabble, as she gets up, wheezing and whimpering as you pull forth another weapon. Small and delicate, the knife from your pocket would need to do a lot of damage, only she laughs at the measly size of it, charging you once more.

You dodge another punch to the side of your head, fear coursing through you, feeling more afraid than ever before. To be classed a traitor to all was not what you wanted, but you could feel yourself needing another flask immediately.

Freyja caught sight of it as you tried to reach for it, grabbing your wrist and twisting, releasing the bottles as they flew overhead you both, crashing with a shatter against some debris, clearly broken.

You can taste blood in your throat, coughing some up the more you move. Everything burns, pain that moves from one part of your body to the next part, screaming for rest, mercy. Freyja cries, raising her hands over her head as if ready to slam her fists down upon you when you see an opening. The exposed part of her armpit is uncovered, the blood seeping is her own. You miss the fists to your head, gripping the knife and using your other hand to drive it upwards, screaming with the force.

Freyja only hisses when you're face to face with her now. Her golden-masked face is all you can see, but you wish to believe her face has written on it either fear or approval. You don't think it's been driven hard enough into her chest, driving it deeper which earns a louder cry from her, followed by shallow, deep breathing.

"You fought well, Tarnished." She wheezes, "I pray Kindly Miquella will think the same."

With a final curse, she bends, falling to her back, her breathing ceasing with the blade poking out between her skin and armour. 

It was only when you felt the sense of victory wash over that you felt something was off. Pain kicks in, replacing the adrenaline with a stinging sensation that begins to burn between your ribs. Horror rushed over you, catching you off guard. A cold sweat washes over. Crying out, you jump back away from Freyja's crumpled body, running shaky hands over your body to find what was sticking out of you. Oh Gods. You dread, crying out as a blade you hadn't noticed she had pulled forth, with a handle as thick as your forearm was now protruding in your side.

You had felt many deaths before and suffered great injuries, but none had been so foul as the feeling of torture before death came. You needed to find a site of grace before you lost everything. Gritting your teeth, your hands gripped the handle to the blade, reeling back from the pain of it so far lodged into you. One, two, three! You didn't want to give yourself any time to react as you pulled it out from you, screaming from both the alleviation and fear bubbling in your mind. 

Immediately, your legs gave way and you fell backwards, limbs numb as you still held the bloody knife in your grip. You groaned in disgust, throwing it away as you remembered through it all that you couldn't just leave without the proof Messmer asked for.

"He better be fucking grateful." You spat, clutching your bleeding side as you tried your best to even kneel. With only the knife on you to use, it would be better for hacking than the thinner blade of your nagakiba. You knew what you had to do. Staring down at Freyja's corpse, you kicked off her helm, revealing a mass of unruly hair. 

"Forgive me." You whispered, revealing her neck as you pressed the knife into her flesh, the sounds of hacking and sawing could be heard through the ruins.

Once off, you threw the head into a bag, tying it to your belt as you whistled for Torrent. It was hard not to stop yourself from gagging, the thick smell of blood wafted in the air, creating an even fouler stench in the ruins. You had been through worse, you reminded yourself, dying is now as familiar to you as waking up in the morning, but even on the verge of death, it was the worst feeling to experience. It was not the same as just suffering a quick and easy one, waking up by grace fully healed. 

Once here, Torrent stands solemnly beside you, warily swaying as his beady eyes access you. It takes some effort to mount him, for the beast is patient, and you can only silently thank him for not bucking you off for how many times you try getting your leg over. Finally atop, your skin feels both hot and cold, your armour was sticking to your skin as if it was boiling you alive from the inside. The soft fur of Torrent was all you had to concentrate on, despite the feeling that your brain wanted to switch off. You fight it for as long as you can, hoping Torrent can guide you the way you came. 

You didn't know how long you had been travelling back when the pain was ebbing away at your consciousness, your body was weakened and struggling to stay atop Torrent. Your skin had paled, hands were jittery as you lost the strength in your fingers to hold the reins. Your vision was spiralling, swaying like the waves of the shoreline, not certain what was up and what was down, but the feeling of your body swaying, and finally, falling and falling in slow motion.

You thudded to the ground, Torrent halting as he inspected you with a muzzle to your face, coaxing you to stay awake. 

"Torrent." Breathing noisily, you would apologise to him when you found yourself at a site of grace. You dreaded knowing you would fail at Messmer's quest in his mind, but before you could think further of it, darkness swarmed your vision, and you thanked whoever was watching over you finally gave you comfort.

From the darkness, came distant, cold dreams, filling your mind with doubt:

..."They are incredible, are they not?" There is a sense of dread and awe as you stare up at the sky, bright and bold with the sounds of dragons. The creatures, large in age, sweep and dive down, creating rushes of wind to almost knock back the men who stand on the ground. Some are still wary, when the dragons came once, it had been to destroy towns and wage wars. Now, having them as allies was an unseen miracle. "It is your friendship with them that is outstanding." You marvel, turning to the man beside you, as regal and charming as those with royal blood. He carries himself with a way of understanding all, a calming presence that all could admire. He smiles at you, resting a hand on your shoulder. "I am certain they would love to meet thee. I have told them much and more." "Me? I am just a mere knight, here to serve, my Lord." "Yes, but my most trusted ally and loyal friend." The man chuckles, leading you down as if now is the right time to introduce you to the winged creatures.

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... "Mother is to remarry again." The regal man says, this time you don't know how much time has passed. There is a slight tinge of disappointment in his words. He has his back towards you, the parchment thrown across his apartments. "I received her message when I broke my fast." "You know to whom?" You ask. "The Carian Queen's former husband, Radagon." "And of your father? What becomes of him?" "He is to begin his long march with many of his armies, my mother has decreed." He turns to you, sorrow that was not just in his voice but in his eyes. "She asks that thee join." You don't wish to, you want to plead and beg, but this sadness is not just felt in him but yourself, something you cannot understand nor explain. You think this man is unknown to you, so why do you feel such disgrace? All you can do is nod, acceptance heavy in your chest. "Very well, my Lord."

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... A half bottle of wine is now neglected, and large calloused hands dance along your hips and thighs, lips pressed to the pulse point of your neck. "Let me speak to my mother," the man uttered, pulling you closer on his lap, "she will let thee stay." "I can't," you say, his hands felt so realistic in the fogginess of your mind, fingers stroking his jawline, "it is my duty not just to serve you, but your family as well." "I know, my sweet knight." He murmurs in understanding, a sense of despair consumes him, and when he tries to pick you up to continue things in the bedroom, you stop him. "Not yet, my Lord. I only wish to be in your arms tonight. One final night before I must leave." He smiles, kissing you with the need to remember the outline of your lips. "Anything for thee."

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... A battlefield of blood and bone, ash and carnage. Men in golden armour surround you, in the dying, groaning for mercy and death, their voices dying down in numbers. You clutch your bleeding chest, holding a grand ornate sword in hand, and sweet tears drip from your eyes. You cough, spluttering crimson blood that dribbles down your chin. You stare up at the endless sky, with a man's name being muttered from your lips as you die. 

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Your lungs burn when you wake from a death-like sleep, coughing up the air and drinking it in as if you can still somehow feel the cold blade deep in your chest. You go to touch it, only to remember that it was all a dream.

"Easy, milady," a voice pulls you back to reality, and when you look at your surroundings, you're not staring into the golden strips of grace, but the roaring flames of a fire. Opposite you, sits a nomadic merchant, plucking at the strings of his instrument, "your wounds are still open."

Messmer. Is your first thought, and you dread to wonder if he thinks you've betrayed him. You're careless in the way you try to stand, running a hand over where the blade stuck through you, only to find heavy bindings that have been kept to stop the bleeding. You hiss softly, guilt pouring through at the attempt this merchant has made to keep you alive.

"It shall be enough to get you to find a proper healer if you're quick." He says in a soft tone, watching you through clouded eyes, his face half covered. 

"Torrent... where is Torrent?" You're blinking back from the intensity of the fire in front of you, blinking back tears you're certain to have come from the cinders, not your life-like dreams. 

"Ah, your stead," the merchant points, and through the bushes, you spot Torrent, munching on berries with no care in the world. "We found you in the nick of time, milady. If we had been any later, well... you would've been a goner."

You try to laugh at that, but you're unsure if he knows you're Tarnished. "Thank you," you stand shakily to your feet, throwing a coin his way that he accepts with some surprise, "I must be going now."

"I must warn you, Messmer's soldiers lurk on the roads. Best to keep to the woods." The merchant speaks with uncertainty as you coax Torrent to come to you. He does, stroking his snout before climbing atop. You feel just about better now that you've had time to rest, but you need to head back to Aldwin so he can stitch you back up. You've been gone so long without a site of grace that you fear you will begin to wither.

"It is alright," you speak earnestly. "He is looking for me."

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A/N: I am aware that it's recommended not to pull sharp objects out of you unless you wish to bleed to death, but I guess Tarnished thinks it's the smartest plan. I do wonder who this mysterious man is-- oh well, I guess we'll never know *wink wink*

[anghraine]

I follow few enough people that sometimes the fastest way to get to a mutual's blog, esp if I've forgotten their current username, is to go to "Following" and find them that way. But sometimes it's fun to go allllll the way back to see my very earliest follows in terms of people who are still at least vaguely active here and whom I've never had cause to unfollow:

@venndaai - first person I followed on Tumblr! We already knew each other from livejournal Star Wars fandom and iirc their migration to Tumblr was one of the original reasons I drifted from "ugh Tumblr" to taking it seriously as a fandom platform at all.

@duncatra - not many people in SW fandom have such consistently good takes and I was a Club Jade fan long before I had a Tumblr account.

@lantur - eventually I remembered that I could follow more people after B1 of Legend of Korra wrapped up. I started following other people with similar Tarrlok or Noatak feelings, and complicated reactions to the finale that didn't just slide into "labyrinthine social justice argument that's transparently about why my ship should be canon." Lantur in particular seemed cool even before she wrote my favorite between-seasons LOK fic ("Chiaroscuro").

@nanyoky - I am pretty sure we met via the Henriad's brief day in the Tumblr sun due to The Hollow Crown casting Tom Hiddleston as Henry V. His was the first performance of Henry V that I much liked, even though Hal is one of my favorite Shakespeare characters, so I was mildly active in the fandom and we hit it off.

@steinbecks - we met through LOK also, but on the Noatak side of my bloodbender feelings, and ended up talking a ton over the entire course of the show over the next few years and afterwards, especially about creative writing and editing. She's the only one on this list that I've met in person, I think—we went out to dinner at a Mediterranean restaurant when I happened to be in town (and she enabled my fascination with the bougiest cheeseburger of my life that for some reason was on the menu).

@grumpyfaceurn - we met through livejournal, also through Star Wars! She was the illustrator of my Lucy Skywalker fics from very early (we were partners in the au_bigbang that produced The Imperial Menace), and even when our interests diverged drastically over the years, we've stayed mutuals out of general accord.

@heckofabecca - I think we met through a random Jane Austen rant of mine about women's statistically average ages at first marriage in Austen's lifetime. At least, it's the first time I remember interacting with her! We discovered a wealth of other common interests, including sharing some extremely strong opinions on Tolkien matters important to us (like Elwing discourse), so it's a very long friendship these days. We even know each other's public-facing names.

@sqbr - Sean and I go way back (P&P fandom on livejournal and various forums, though we mostly got to know each other really well on Dreamwidth). By the time I followed them on Tumblr we'd been close friends and fellow endurers of the Austen fandom cisheteronormativity trenches for years.

[cozzzynook]

I love LOVE soundbee, hear me out. I love how you mentioned that they would go to raves together, with a chance of soundwave being the one who made the concert. I live for soundbee content, anymore headcanons for them? I’ll drop some of my own!! <33

- they would bond over music, because of course they do. bee loves hearing his bf talk about his music.

- they would dance together, wether it be a slow dance or just dancing together to rave music. soundwave almost always take the lead, he’s having fun and bee loves that.

- sound would make a playlist for bee, y’know, take it as a kickstarter for their relationship. bee would listen to it when working or driving, even humming it on his way to other places. SW loved that he does.

- bee would buy cybertronian equivalents of records and vinyls for SW, once even buying him a new record player. he knows how much sound loves music, might as well enhance it

- sound would get bee all sorts of items that resemble those of earth or items imported from earth! he knows how much his bee loved that planet, especially seeing him in the diplomatic meeting chatting away with earth’s own diplomat(s).

love them, even with their positions in this reformatted cybertron, they’ll hang out secretly. before officially dating, secretly of course. the day Optimus finds out is the day he blows a fuse.

— ♫

I love these head canons so much music anon!

Especially Optimus blowing a literal fuse when he learns his bitty is dating a decepticon and such a dangerous high ranking one!

Soundwave does not make the situation any better because he is a troll and will roll with the punches if Optimus does too much, which he does. Bee is trying to play peacekeeper but its a failed mission. Optimus is stubborn and so is Soundwave and they have petty arguments for years about this.

Soundwave and Bee go off to get conjunxed. They want to be alone with Soundwaves cassettes of course.

They go off to a peaceful place where its just them and conjunx during the setting sun overlooking a forest. They sit and enjoy the feeling of the others frame as their sparks dance and a piece of each of them is left in the other. The connection is so easy and feels like home.

Its like a puzzle they didn’t know was missing a piece finally was found and now everything just makes sense.

Thank you for these lovely head canons

[skatingbi]

WELCOME TO PART 3 OF MY SANJI WITH HETEROCHROMIA SERIES!!!!

Oh my god. Yall are insane. 700+ Notes for part one of this series alone is crazy (Crazy? I was- *gets shot*). So heres part 3. I'll probably have to publish all this onto AO3 soon bc shits getting outta hand, but I like posting on this silly little site so I'll still be posting on here.

Uhhh this was posted WAY later than I anticipated bc i had a gnarly depressive episode and had to enroll into uni, but there aint no way id abandon this series, its too fun and i love experimenting with my baby writing style as i call it.

Okay thats it, just thank u all sm for enjoying my silly little series :) u guys are so sweet!!

P.S. Constructive criticism is OKAY! I havent written fanfic in like...10 years so since middle school. Im a baby at this and I understand if I may have several errors so pls lemme know if theres grammar mistakes!

Sanji With Heterochromia Series Part 3 below 🔻

Sanji lied. He does like the idiot. More than he's willing to admit. A few days after their conversation, Zoro distances himself. It leaves a nasty feeling in his gut similar to nausea but different from actually wanting to throw up. It feels apprehensive. He's waiting for something, but he doesn't know what yet. Sanji hates it. He hates how confused he is and how much he actually wants Zoro to touch him again. He hates the burning linger of scarred knuckles on his cheekbone that follows him wherever he goes.

He hates these feelings because he never learned how to really process them. He doesn't know if he has to blame himself, his shitty excuse of a father, or Zeff. Well, maybe not Zeff. The old man had enough on his plate while raising him as it was. Sanji decides to blame it on Judge because honestly, the root of most of his issues stems from that shitty old man anyway. Placing the blame on someone does little to actually help, but it's a distraction from his growing realization of how much he cares for Zoro.

He cares for Zoro. No, he holds an unreasonable amount of affection for the scarred swordsman that haunts his thoughts now more than ever. Fuck questioning sexuality when it's undeniable that he's absolutely whipped for the big idiot. Theres no room for denial anymore, not when his touch had become branded across Sanji's skin for the foreseeable future.

Stress cooking does little to soothe him and it's the same with smoking. At least Luffy gets to enjoy snacks to his hearts content. Its the little things, he tries to tell himself. He also reflects on his conversation with Zoro. How he honestly felt afraid of what he felt when the swordsman confronted him. He felt afraid of someone genuinely caring for his emotional wellbeing. He's anxious over what that means, what it would do to him if Zoro truely meant what he said. All the things voiced about him and the implications that he's...handsome in the eyes of Zoro.

Sanji is emotional. It comes with him being sentimental as well. He's the black sheep of his biological family in every way. He loved too hard, and got hurt too fast. He loved even when it ended in betrayal. Secretly, he loves unconditionally. What would happen if he loved Zoro like that, and what if it already happened and he's too late to stop it? Would Zoro hurt him just like everyone else has? Would he be pushed away eventually after the thrill of their theoretical short lived relationship?

It keeps him up at night, that conversation replaying in his head as he stares at Zoro's sleeping silhouette. He falls asleep to his breathing, echoing throughout the room over everyone else's breath and snores. He wakes up every morning before the sun greets him and pretends nothing happened in his dreams where Zoro's gentle touch and admiration lingers softly over his mind.

Zoro knows. Well, not exactly. He's not a mind reader like how Luffy seems to be, but he knows that distancing himself from Sanji is actually doing the opposite of what he thought it would do. At this point, the swordsman isnt sure where to go from here.

Sanji's actions contradict his words. Sanji stares at Zoro. Not so much that it's s uncomfortable but it's enough to be noticeable. Sometimes he swears he can see Sanji's eyes dart across his face and down to his lips before looking away. It's confusing. Didnt Sanji hate Zoro's advances towards him? Because thats what they were in hindsight.

Zoro was unconciously flirting with the cook in his own weird way. And yeah, he's a little stupid for not realizing the implications behind his actions at first, but it all started as genuine curiosity. He didnt mean for it to affect their rivalry. Now, he's not sure where to go from here.

It's driven him between a rock and a hard place and unforfunately for him, Nami decides to intervene again. This time, Nami drags Zoro to her and Robin's shared room on the Sunny for privacy and possibly interrogation. He's certain that this time he wont be able to escape. Unfortunate.

"Okay, so heres how this is gonna go," Zoro and Nami are now seated across from each other, where theres two beds and enough room for decent sized dressers on each side. Zoro sits on what he assums is Robin's bed with his arms crossed, "You will tell me everything- And i mean it! I will know if youre lying -and I will help you. Im sick and tired of you both being miserable and gay! It's giving everyone second hand embaressment." She demands, narrowing her eyes with a challenge for Zoro to protest or say no.

Zoro is smart enough to know what is and isn't a losing battle. This is one of those. Nami can be terrifyingly persistent once she sets her mind on something, and today it seems to be resolving the weird and awkward tension between him and Sanji. The swordsman resigns himself to his fate quickly and prepares himself to be trapped here on Robin's bed for the foreseeable future.

"Fine witch," Zoro sighs, "But if you tell anyone I will not be responsible for my actions." He huffs out in acceptance for his inevitable interrogation.

"Oh please like that'll actually scare me. Plus besties never snitch." Nami rolls her eyes. She gets comfortable on her bed and look at zoro expectantly. He rolls his eyes and relaxes his posture a bit.

Zoro starts talking, beginning with the first instance of his realization of Sanji having dual colored eyes, leaving out a lot of "unimportant" details. He mentions the second, and the third instance, and their conversation from a few days ago and how he tried to respect Sanji's establishment of a boundary and how he's confused now that Sanji stares at him. Nami listens with her chin resting on her fist and nodding along the way, surprisingly not interrupting once. He finishes speaking and he knows his face is red with embaressment, but he feigns nonchalance and waits for Nami's input.

"Zoro," Nami sighs, "Youre the dumbest bitch I know." She says while giving the man a look of sympathy, but not one that actually means it. More like the look of someone who is so incredibly done with your shit that they have no choice but to tell you so.

"What the fuck, Nami!? Im not dumb!" The swordsman retorts loudly.

"Anyways," his best friend ignores his arguing in favor of getting to the task at hand, "Luckily, this is fixable. For making the entire crew feel awkward for two weeks, I'm adding a 200 percent tax increase to your debt." She smiles mischeviously, and thats when Zoro realizes that one, he's never getting out of debt, and two, he's been forced to accept Nami's help in unfucking up his unconcious attempts to flirt with Sanji.

"First order of business is that you have absolutely no game." Nami begins with a shit eating grin to match the absolutely insulting statement. Zoro briefly reconsiders their friendship.

"Shut the fuck up I obviously do." He rolls his eyes. Nami gives him the look. The one where her eyebrows are raised and her chin is tilted down slightly, matching the frown. It's that look she makes when she's trying to say 'Are you sure?' or 'Reconsider what you just said.' and it grates at Zoro's already increasing agitation.

He decides not to entertain her with a reply.

"Anyway," Nami sighs, massaging the space between her eyes with her thumb and forefinger to stave off a growing headache, "Im teaching you how to flirt. No, you cannot work out in front of Sanji- dont give me that look you muscle brained idiot!" She says while looking at Zoro's ever increasing looks of annoyance and audacity, because first of all, no he definitely was not going to do that, and second of all, it could hypothetically work. Probably.

"Fine," He huffs. He'll let the witch do whatever. It's not like theres anyone else he can talk to on the ship about this anyway, "No promises that I'll actually do what you tell me."

"Fucking- oh my god why am I friends with you?!" Nami complains before flopping down on her bed, groaning loudly at Zoro's malicious cooperation. Zoro basks in the momentary power he has in this situation.

For the next few hours, Nami allows Zoro to stay in the womens quarters for the sole purpose of learning how to actually flirt. He's not sure if shes a reliable source, being a lesbian and also having a girlfriend already, but if he voiced this opinion out loud the redhead would probably kick him out. He only restrains himself because this room is the only one so far where he feels the least amount of awkwardness regarding his situation with Sanji.

Robin stops by every now and then and gives him a smile. It doesnt make him feel very comfortable but it's the thought that counts. She doesnt say anything about him being there, anyway. He makes an effort to at least not lay on the bed he's sitting on, though. He may be lazy but he does hold enough respect for the women in the crew to not fuck with their shared safe space.

Suddenly, it's the evening and dinner is around the corner. Nami shoves a barely enlightened mossy swordsman out of the womens bedroom to finally be free of that headache. Also known as a crash course to flirting with your rival/friend/whatever the fuck else they got going on.

Zoro makes his way to the gallery, taking his time to look out and observe the oncoming sunset that bathes the sky in shades of pink, orange, blue, and yellow. It would be a pretty sight to fall asleep to, he thinks, but the cook would kick his ass off the ship if he decides to sleep through dinner again.

Entering the gallery, everyone except Nami is already there. She's right behind him a second later and taking her seat at the kitchen table.

Numerous conversations are heard as food is served. Franky and Usopp are wildly talking about different types of projectiles the sunny could use, Nami and robin are talking amongst each other in low voices, giggling in between sentences. Chopper and luffy are laughing together, and Zoro goes to sit next to luffy like he usually does. Just as he sits down, the cook lands a kick to his mid back, making Zoro scowl.

"The fucks that for!?"

Sanji rolls his eyes while placing plates of food down for the crew, "For being late, dumbass."

"Nami is late too!"

"And? She'd never be late on purpose, Marimo." as Sanji speaks, he dodges the hilt of Zoro's sword to his side instinctively and has the audacity to give a cheeky grin.

Dinner passes by normally. Everyone's loud conversations meld together gradually and soon everyone except Sanji and Zoro leave. Zoro takes his usual spot beside the cook, drying dishes and leaving them on a towel afterwards so they can both put them away.

Zoro has half the mind to bring up Sanji's staring, but decides against it. It leaves the air silent, neither him nor Sanji speaking up as they finish their side work for the night. Even then, Zoro's unable to speak when Sanji immediately leaves afterwards without a word.

The kitchen feels empty without their bickering, and Zoro is determined to bring that life back into it. He just needs to figure out how.

Despite Nami's advice, Zoro has an idea. If the idiot cook doesnt see what he sees (His pretty face first of all, but Zoro thinks of his strength too. How Sanji easiely brushes off conflict like it's nothing despite the injuries that'll heal far faster than his own), then he'll make him see it. Frilly words never were Zoro's style, anyways.

One night before they all go to sleep and Zoro takes night watch, he corners the blond in the bathroom. Nami would probably be kicking his ass because of his timing, but a mirror is needed for his plan to work and the bathroom is the only place with one other than the women's bedroom.

When Zoro enters, Sanji turns to look at him before going back to washing his hair, his back towards Zoro. "Leave me alone, Moss, I'm im not in the fuckin mood," He grumbles to Zoro, who stands there waiting for Sanji to stop talking.

"Nope, I need a mirror for this and for you to listen for five minutes." Zoro replies, and when Sanji turns to argue his protests are gone from his lips when he sees a look of determination. Confused, annoyed, and also curious, Sanji doesn't reply.

Zoro walks up to Sanji until he's standing right behind him. The swordsman moves to kneel so they're relatively at the same height, but the stool makes Sanji slightly taller as he sits there and eyes Zoro warily.

"Whats going on with you, Moss? I'm trying to wash my hair." Sanji says, and Zoro can tell an insult dies on his tongue when he places his hands on Sanji's shoulders.

Zoro turns Sanji in front of the mirrior in the bathroom, the stool Sanji is seated on creaking lightly and scratching against the tile. Sanji remains speechless, still unable to brush off Zoro's palms on his bare shoulders like how he'd usually do.

"Tell me what you see, cook" He says, uncharacteristically soft underneath the edge his voice always seems to have. Sanji flinches when the swordsman's calloused hands tuck his frings behind his ear, displaying his face to them both.

"What the hell is up with you? Did Luffy hit your head too hard?" Sanji furrows his eyebrows at the mirror and looks at Zoro. Zoro huffs and rolls his eyes.

"Just tell me what you see about yourself, shit cook, I'll leave ya alone after or whatever." He grumbles back, the baritone of his voice vibrates against Sanji's back. It reminds him of Zoro's compliment, his face too close to his while they stand on the deck of the Sunny just days ago. He chooses to ignore how it makes him shiver.

He looks at himself in the mirror, and his first instinct is to look away. Zoro, being the perceptive bastard that he is, notices and squeezes his shoulders in a way thats strangely reassuring.

"It doesnt have to be fancy, cook, I know you like to use big words 'n shit so don't make your brain fuckin explode." Sanji bristles a bit at that but bites back a nasty insult so he can entertain Zoro's weird exercise on his own self reflection.

In the mirror he always sees his mom at first, but with both eyes uncovered and his hair pushed back for once, he sees himself. The first thing he sees is his eyebrows and eyes. He decides not to bring up his eyebrows.

"Well, for your information I see my eyes, but you already know that."

Zoro stays silent, and Sanji shuffles in his seat. He's suddenly aware he was literally in the middle of rinsing his hair of shampoo a few minutes ago and the entire situation is both awkward and uncharacteristic of Zoro in multiple ways. It's out of character, and he should have kicked out the moss ball when he had the chance, but now in the too small bathroom of the Sunny he feels like it's only him and Zoro. It leaves a weightless feeling in his chest, settling in with the creeping anxiety of looking at his own reflection. The contrasting feelings make him hesitate before he speaks.

"I see.." He hesitates, not knowing exactly what Zoro is getting from this or what he wants to hear, "My eyebrows, I guess. Wait, you've never seen both at once." Sanji chuckles at that, because his eyebrows are certainly something. The curl points in the same direction, but it's unnoticeable with how he wears his hair.

"Yeah, they're weird as fuck." Zoro mumbles, and the blond has to laugh or else the swordsman's voice would get to his head.

"Okay, I also see freckles. Those are new. Only started showing up when I joined you all." And Sanji now notices how the freckles cluster on the bridge of his nose, his cheekbones, and his shoulders. They're scattered everywhere else on his body.

Sanji starts to realize the point of Zoro's questioning now. He looks at the fogged mirror, just visible enough to notice how his blush not only spreads across his cheeks but also down his neck. Embarrassing. This whole situation is embarrassing not only because of where they are but also because he's realizing that Zoro is trying to make a point that is too close to unearthing his insecurities. He would have expected this from Luffy, but sometimes he forgets how Zoro's intelligence is masked behind his swordsmanship and how much he sleeps during the day.

And he's naked, but honestly thats the least of his problems at the moment.

"I see my hair, I guess?" Sanji tries to only focus on his face. Its not easier, but it also sets up a mental boundary. Zoro hums, looking at Sanji through the mirror. Sanji hesitates before speaking again, "My hair is actually wavy," He thinks about his mom's wavy blonde hair, and how he always thought it looked pretty even before she passed, "Its damaged, though. Straightened to hell and back with one of those hot combs."

Sanji thinks back to the hot combs. They were old as shit, the kind that needed to be heated up with a flame. The memories make him chuckle a bit, and Zoro smiles back. The same smile he wore when they sparred on the deck, with his dimples visible yet again to confirm to Sanji that he does have them.

His smile makes his heart skip a beat, like drums he'd hear in one of those old instrumental CDs he kept in his room as a kid. Before he has the chance to back away, to push Zoro out the door and forget this ever happened, Zoro straightens his back again.

He turns in his stool to look up at Zoro and he's not sure what the swordsman sees right now, but he's afraid to ask as his gaze is soft. So damn soft as he looks at him and his hand reaches again to pull his hair hair back over his eye like it was before. Stringy strands of heat damaged locks fall back into place.

Then he leaves. He just...leaves. The damn idiot just turns around and walks out the door like nothing even happened.

Thats the second time this has happened yet the first where Sanji is the one on the receiving end of it, and it makes him grab his towel to bunch it up in his fists and let out a scream into it as he processes everything. He processes how he was forced to notice how Zoro looked at him, and it was Zoro's own weird fucking way of saying "You're beautiful".

"He's so fucking ridiculous oh my god.." Sanji mumbles into the towel. His hair routine is officially long forgotten.

[loupy-mongoose]

I have a very silly question for you.

Which of your characters would you assign as the protagonist to each mainline pokemon game.

(so for example, Randy was the protagonist of your BDSP/platinum playthrough, and Lav is for paldea)

duplicates are allowed

For the fun of it, I'll throw in which starter they'd pick as well. :3

Randy would LOVE to go to Alola, so I would like to have him be the protagonist of Sun/Moon. His starter.... I could see him picking Popplio. Surfing buddy. :3

Akoya I see fitting well in Sword/Shield. If she knew the starters' final forms, she'd pick Grookey. Big cool ape resonates with her. X3

Lav... I'm just gonna keep it to Paldea, and not even share which starter she'll pick.

I can also see Momo being in Sw/Sh, picking the go-getter Scorbunny. I feel like she would really get into the sports theme it has going. Also the giant Pokemon. XD

Midas I could see being in Black/White (maybe the 2's as well, but more so the first ones). With me seeing him as a Grass type trainer, he'd probably pick Snivy. (It could be fun to have him train the stereotypical "Smugleaf", lol)

Alola (Su/Mo) also feels like a good match for Persim, but it's hard to decide which starter he'd pick. He really wouldn't be a great trainer, per se. I feel like Litten would pick him, and drive him to be a better trainer. XD

Rosemary... Hmmmmmm.... Maybe she'd hear tales of Hoenn from her dad, and go on to be the protagonist of Ruby, Sapphire, Emerald, or more likely, Omega Ruby or Alpha Sapphire. She'd absolutely pick Torchic, assuming she knew their final forms. Blaziken is just her type.

I'll throw in the Branch crew too, why not~

Jovial I could see in Kanto--FireRed, LeafGreen, Let's Go. (maybe the OG GameBoy games, but I don't like playing them lol). She'd pick Squirtle.

Nicodemus I feel would be in HeartGold/SoulSilver (or the OGs). He'd pick Chikorita for it's chill vibe.

Pari... It's actually really hard to see her becoming a trainer. She already went alongside some trainers on their journey, and had a front-row seat to the trials and dangers they went through. So she might be a bit hesitant to do it herself. She'd much rather tag along with one of her human friends should they do another trainer journey. Mostly to protect them if something happened.

I don't know if that's what you meant, but I hope it was enjoyable nonetheless. X3

[octavianacidicbreastmilk]

hello my beautiful ray of moonshine🥹🥹🥹🥹❤️❤️❤️🌚 im sosososo sorry that youre having a stupid baka time but i know the it is what it is & move on -_- in you will be stronger than the million evil rays and spears and knives that the universe is throwing at you❣️��️❣️🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼 obviously my question is gonna be how its going with sw ekdjsjdsjdj the first third is good but not particularly mind blowing on first read so i get it if you dont have a lot to say yet but i was too curious not to ask ehehe

ari my handwsome handwsome prince & liege lord to my eunuch slitheringness ❤️❤️❤️🥹🥹🥹 every day i love you moreeeee and put my wicked servileness&shadowy ways to make sure you rise above the world. and yes!! standing strong, i have not lived 24 years in this fuckass padania with these fuckass padani just to give up & kill myself in a place where there's no sun and the air quality is suckass ✊🏻✊🏻✊🏻

im actually having a lot of fun with it!! taking it slow bc the boytorture has to be real slow boiling (subject to change depending on how cooked the boytorture gets). there's a certain je ne sais babydoll but if toji was a kinsey 5 autistic to the prose that gets stuck in my head, especially in scenes like having to order at a mcdrive under death threat and still not getting the burger your autistic ass doesn't necessarily like but orders often <- life do be like that, unironically mostly

[basilbots]

Does Dazzle exist in the silly celestials au?

At the moment no! Silly Celestials as an "everyone lives" AU already had a very full cast even before Ruin became a character, and even then some characters get neglected (like how Solar Flare is meant to be Eclipse's son later in the timeline, but that's not something I think about much because there's so much other stuff going on). Solstice (Ruin) is probably the Last "newer" character addition to the main AU because I'm biased and think he's fun with Eclipse, with Jack also getting a pass being in Helios' dimension which is it's own smaller, more self contained thing. Characters like the Astrals, Dazzle, Molten, Puppet, Foxy, SW, and so on currently are not likely to be a part of the au, with maybe characters from other dimensions like Dark Sun making cameos later down the timeline. But that's still extending pretty far for an AU primarily made to replace the Killcode Family arc.

[gffa]

I read the first volume of Nightwing 2011 and it violently flung me back in time to when the Nu52 stuff was first coming out and how mad I was about all of it, that I'm not wrong that I was bored by all this new stuff--I read that entire volume and only the Alfred cameo had me even consider making a post about it, despite that it was prime content, Dick inheriting the Circus! William Cobb mention! Court of Owls! Kyle Higgins writing it! and yet I had nothing to say about any of it--but the bigger lesson I took away was: I remember that mindset of constantly being mad at comics and it's exhausting just thinking about it. "Nobody hates comics like comics fans" was funny to me back in the day, but now I'm too tired to want to go down that road again, I've done my time in the salt mines, I'm parking my butt out in the sunshine now. There's a lot of things I'd love to see done better about current day comics, but there's a lot that's genuinely just fun, I enjoyed Gotham War, I enjoyed the hell out of Beast World, it was so silly and fun, I'm enjoying Tom Taylor's Nightwing series, I'm enjoying viewing Babs as Batgirl through my own lens of what invisible disabilities are like to go through and how much you have to claw back even when it's not "obvious" that you're not fully able-bodied, all things that sure could be better, but I have personally chosen to stay in the sun and find the joy. Reading Nightwing 2011 I was catapulted back into that mindset of Being Mad At Comics and it was just the opposite of fun, I don't want to spend my time being mad about the costume color's change from blue to red, I want to read a comic and find a moment of joy and come yell at the internet about it. So, like. If you see me be doggedly positive and think my taste is shit, fair enough, but also just know that I have decided I am letting go of my anger at the funnybooks as much as I can because, at the end of the day, they're comic books and I have a choice: Be mad or have fun. I'm choosing fun because I, on a personal level, need that. (And also I think there's a lot to have fun with!) (This post also brought to you by Star Wars. Oh my goooood there's so much I could complain about in Star Wars, some of it is So Bad, but like. Where is that going to get me, on a grand scale? Nowhere fun! This is my hobby, I'm skimming over the bad and finding the stuff that I think is cute or funny, because I nearly left the SW fandom a bunch of times because constant negativity was absolutely killing any energy I had to be here.)

[bikananjarrus]

Hey Mik! I'm giving you "sunbathing" and "breeze" from the ficlet prompt post. Write it for whatever character feels right (or feels like they could use a break).

Also, I just wanted to say I've been enjoying our parallel resurgence into 911 and seeing you talk about the high republic books makes me want to get into expanded star wars. 🤍

hi will! thank you for the prompt, these words were absolutely perfect 💙 (still accepting! from this list)

(also i’m glad to see you’re enjoying a 911 resurgence too! i’m actually behind on the last few eps of the season bc i got sucked into the high republic books lol. which i def recommend trying out expanded star wars at some point! if u want to know more about my expanded sw experience lmk!)

enjoy some high republic ot3 (padawan era) fluff 💙

word count: 600

rating: gen

[firebrands (avar x elzar x stellan) + sunbathing + breeze]

Avar tilted her face towards the sun, sighing contentedly.

This time of day—midday—most Jedi were getting lunch, finishing up meetings or classes, or otherwise occupied, which meant this particular meditation garden on the Temple’s grounds was usually unoccupied.

She’d found her usual spot in a small clearing of downy, vibrant green grass. Flowering bushes and leafy plants bordered the front half of the small meadow, their summer blooming blossoms carrying a sweet scent through the air. Behind her, a small ring of trees rustled in the warm breeze. The light wind tugged a few strands from her loose braid, tickling them across her cheeks.

Eyes closed, she let herself fall into the music of nature around her, into the Force. She drifted into its melody. Each trembling leaf; each chirp and flutter of wings from nearby song sparrows; every footstep of every Jedi in the Temple beneath her; the distant, constant hum of Coruscant traffic beyond these walls; every sound harmonizing together within the Force’s song.

Avar leaned back on her hands, legs stretched out in front of her, crossed at the ankles. The top layer of her Temple robes was discarded on the grass somewhere to her left. She could have sat beneath the shade of the trees—it certainly would have kept her cooler. But the warmth of the sun on her face was too good to pass up.

Being immersed in the Force as she was, she felt them before she saw them. Or rather, heard their distinct notes in her Force-song. Elzar and Stellan.

Quickly enough, she actually heard them—Stellan said something she couldn’t make out and Elzar guffawed loudly in response.

She was grinning ear to ear by the time they plopped down on the grass beside her. She’d barely opened her eyes before Elzar was shoving a box towards her.

“Brought you something,” Elzar beamed at the same time a smiling Stellan said, “Hi.”

“Hi yourselves,” she laughed. She eyed the box. “Lunch?”

Stellan shrugged a shoulder, padawan braid falling with it. “We know you sometimes skip lunch to come up here when it’s quiet.”

“And we also know how cranky you get when you’re hungry,” Elzar added, warm brown eyes catching hers.

“Hey now!” she protested, leaning forward to poke him in the arm.

“See what I mean?” he grinned back.

Stellan just shook his head and started dividing up their food.

A little while later—sandwiches devoured and canteens of Gnostra berry juice balanced carefully on the ground beside them—all three of them lounged in the quiet garden meadow.

Avar was still sitting up, Elzar’s head now in her lap, the rest of him sprawled out. Stellan had taken Avar’s top robe and folded it up into a pillow, laying himself down next to Elzar, his head near Avar’s folded knee. Avar toyed mindlessly with Elzar’s padawan braid, looping it around her finger. Elzar’s left hand was intertwined lazily with Stellan’s right. With his free hand, Elzar was munching on fat purple grapes, taking one or two for himself and then feeding them to Stellan intermittently.

They chattered all the while; Elzar poking fun at the stubble growing in across Stellan’s face; Stellan poking equal fun back at Elzar for falling on his ass (again) during one of Master Yoda’s classes for the more advanced padawans that involved extreme acts of balance while meditating.

Avar listened to their back and forth, smiling down at them. Her boys.

Soaking in the sunlight, her heart swelled with the brilliance of their combined Force-song. The three of them had always been stronger together, after all.

[ghostly-slut]

A non exhaustive list of my friend group’s/class’s inside jokes with little to no explanation

for obvious reasons I’m replacing names with initials

The Endeavours of Wild Men: a Slayfix documentary

“The wild L appears to be sitting on the wild R’s face, and the wild R seems to be enjoying it”

EB STOP WATCHING FURRIES KISS

Billie Eilish lunch take 4 timestamp 1:50 precise seeking (trust me, it’s worth finding lol)

“Cannabis, on we go”

EB is on his period

literally making a cult that worships the almighty cat god, Felis Divinus

chanting “THIRTY TWO, THIRTY TWO, THIRTY TWO”

“The sun is a deadly laser”

that wasn’t very Ms John of you 😡😡😡, or something similar idk (used when someone makes a Kys joke)

we demand our soup

YOUR ASS IS NOT CONFUCIOUS

AS lives in the park toilets

“He was the zesty to my molesty”

TW’s pompous hole

the dick house

the lesbian house

the lesbian peninsula

Making a sugarcane farm in Minecraft that stretches for over 1000 blocks

milking SV’s lawn

grimace shaking SV’s lawn

“Power comes from the ground up”

SV literally doing a genuinely important speech on how the world would be a better place if we all acted like skibidi toilet

making literally everything a reference

The WacDonalds play, starring Elliot and his husband Jonathong, and their kids, Igetta Abby, and ortion

Btw the kids were a result of mpreg from Elliot

Eternally making fun of NP’s dandruff

BURN THE GINGER AT THE STAKE!!! OH, HE’S CAPITALIST? BURN THE CAPITALIST GINGER AT THE STAKE!

immediately replying with “it’s cool” after someone says “it’s fine”, then continuing on with the song until the whole friend group is singing Good Luck, Babe!

NO MORE CHICKEN JK, OMFG (JK crashed a Minecraft server by spawning too many chickens in the house)

COD, COD, COD EVERYWHERE. ITS RAINING COD

guys I think we might have a cod infestation

“Hey, check under the wooden plank!” And then it’s a command block that’s been spawning cod for literal days

my friend group literally being named The Zesty Squad

blaming ES, SW, or SV for all the problems

and there’s probably more that I forgot