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[sw5w]

Tagwa

STAR WARS EPISODE I: The Phantom Menace - Deleted Scene: Anakin’s Scuffle with Greedo 00:29

[rocket-mxn]

"I can assure you, a few other planets on my side of the galaxy are in... ehh.. slight dissaray as well. Koppai is starving , Tagwa has run out of drinkable water, and Ocobo is constantly flooded."

"So... I suppose we Hocotatians celebrate by appreciating that we're.... mostly fine."

[fullmoonfireball]

since it's probably a good idea to have this written down somewhere .

planets of little guys where i have headcanons for what the main species of guy looks like there:

hocotate

koppai

giya

ohri

nijo

siguray

flukuey

conohan

ocobo

planets where i don't have those:

sozor

moyama

enohay and enohee (im convinced these two have to be colonies of the same type of guy)

mihama

ooji

ogura

tagwa

neechki

koodgio

maxima

weird exception that you can find almost any type of guy living there (bar koppaites since they're pretty isolated compared to everyone else):

karut

[sumutberitaaja]

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[my-life-fm]

Ich habe Blumen mitgebracht …

Ich habe Blumen mitgebracht …

Ich habe BlumenMitgebrachtNur die schönstenAus dem RegalIch habe BlumenMitgebrachtNicht selbst gepflücktDafür selbst bezahltIch leg sie niederAuf das GrabDas wir uns schaufelnJeden TagWas wär unsere Zeit nur ohne HirnWir wären bereit, wir wären befreitVon dieser Welt und unseren TatenJa, mein Glaube an UnendlichkeitIst so klein wie meine MännlichkeitWir giessen Öl ins FeuerWie können wir uns noch…

[signitivee]

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[peridot-the-kitten]

Gdsndhdvendb garhagobldhdh bhfh

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[trunkupwines]

Interesting about the hair! I didn’t know that. #trunkupwines ・・・ As you may have noticed, Tagwa is quite a bit hairier than the other babies at the DSWT Nursery. Her fuzz is a sort of biological blanket; she was rescued from the slopes of Mount Kenya, which can get very chilly, and it would have helped her stay warm there. Nelion and Teleki, fellow orphans who also hail from the Mount Kenya area, sported similarly hairy looks when they were babies! • To learn more about Tagwa’s rescue story, visit: www.thedswt.org/tagwa • • • Photo © David Sheldrick Wildlife Trust #DSWT #Tagwa #TagwaDSWT #elephants #whyilovekenya #kenya #nairobi #dswtnursery #africa #magicalkenya #savetheelephants #nairobinationalpark #saynotopoaching #racingextinction #jointheherd #DSWTat40 #worthmorealive

[uglypastels]

Do you... Not like the great british bake off? My mom is obsessed with the show and I personally am not that much of a fan of it? I just don't get the point? I've never really liked it it's kind of annoying to me and I despise when my mother makes me watch it with her (I still sit with her and watch tho bc I am a good child and she just wants to spend time with me) but I've never actually met anyone else who has watched it and not liked it?

No... i love it actually

[findget]

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[kimageddon]

Sins of The Father - 1:3

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Contains/Warnings: None

Chapter Summary: Zaiya meets up with drisgraced Reporter, Fives.

Notes: at the end!

Conspiracies and Deceit

It hadn’t taken long for Zaiya to receive a message back from Fives. All of a few hours, and she had an email in her inbox that looked a little frantically typed.

How did uou getthat pic??? Who are u? How do you konw him??? where did you et this? How do I contact? I need to see profo of it! 

I can meet inan hour where are you?>

Just a little frantic, nothing too serious. It had actually given her a little chuckle as she contemplated what her response might be. As she thought about it, wondering whether to tease him, another email came in a few minutes later.

Sorry about that. I seem to have gotten a little carried away. This information is something I have been looking for for a long time. If you are available I can meet at the following address in one hour:

Then he’d included a link to a location, a little restaurant, one she guessed was close to wherever he was. She also suspected that even though he’d said an hour, he was already at the location, or was headed there now to wait for her. Try and make up his mind on her before talking to size her up before he would likely step into the seat opposite and take control of the conversation. 

It’s what she would do. She grinned to herself and grabbed up her things, the location wasn’t far, so she might have a chance to eat before he tried to step in and sus her out. 

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Zaiya sat at the little table in the back of the tiny restaurant. By some miracle, she’d been able to beat him there and was leaning into the corner booth, one foot propped on the seat as she held her bowl an inch from her mouth. 

Noodles were messy. Delicious. But messy. 

She spied the man that had just walked in and sat at one of the far tables. She recognised him from the photos she’d seen when looking him up on the net. His dark eyes had swept past her, and despite her stand out appearance, she suspected he didn’t realise the one he was to meet was already there. 

He wore jeans, a black t-shirt and a cobalt jacket, Zaiya thought the colour rather suited him. He looked tired though, his hair needed a bit of a cut and his clothes seemed a little rumpled, like he’d had a few too many late nights. She noticed that he only ordered a drink, and grimaced as he pulled out his wallet. Hm, he might be hard up for cash since he was now a disgraced reporter.

As one of the staff passed her, she grabbed the twi’lek’s attention, speaking to them in Huttese. She’d noticed most of the staff spoke it and he seemed to pay her greater attention after exchanging a few words. With a smile, she threw a few credits on the table and explained what she wanted of him. The Twi seemed amused and nodded enthusiastically, grinning and assuring her it would be done. 

Zaiya sat back and waited.

Sure enough, after a few minutes, she watched the same twi’lek take over a big bowl of noodles and plate of dumplings to Fives’ table. He was bewildered and denied ordering it and clearly didn’t understand what the twi’lek was saying at first.

“No I’m tellin’ ya, it’s not my order…!”

“Tagwa soong do yafulkee, soong moolee-rah che! Do pateesa moolee-rah che u!” 

“What? Look I don’t--”

“Tagwa! Tagwa! Do Pateesa! Friend!” The last word got his attention.

“Friend?” Fives asked with a blink. The twi’lek pointed over to the dim corner.

Zaiya smiled and wiggled her fingers in a wave. Realisation came across his handsome face. 

“Right… friend…” he muttered. After gathering up his things and the plates, he made his way over and sat opposite her. “Z?” he asked. Zaiya nodded and Fives gave her a once over. “You’re twenty minutes early…” he said and Zaiya swallowed her mouthful.

“No,” she replied, and set her half-empty bowl down, she flicked her wrist to check the watch on the inside of her left wrist. “I was forty minutes early, and you were thirty,” she smiled smugly and he scoffed, though there was amusement in those bourbon eyes.

“So what’s this? An attempt to butter me up?” he gestured to the large plates before him. She held up her hands in mock surrender.

“You have exposed me,” she told him with a grin, “that… and you look hungry.” she gestured at him with her chopsticks. He rubbed the back of his neck and chuckled.

“Maybe a little.” 

“Eat up, then,” she urged and watched him tuck in for a moment before going back to her own. She ate a bit slower than he did, he must have been famished, poor thing. After he had demolished half of the noodles and a few dumplings, he took a moment to pause and had a longer look at her this time.

“You’re… not what I expected,” he admitted. She let out a puff of air from her nose in a semi-laugh. 

“I never am,” she replied cryptically.

“You said you wanted to trade, I assume you mean about Pal--”

“Don’t speak his name,” she hissed, her expression turning dark. Fives eyes widened and he looked around. 

“What, you think he’s listening…?”

“Maybe…” she shrugged, her face smoothing out again, “mostly I just don’t like to hear it. Better safe than sorry, right?”

“I’m not afraid of him,” Fives scoffed again, a frown crossing his brow.

“Hm…” she finished her bowl and laid it to one side, “that’s because you don’t know everything,” she mused, and with chopsticks still in hand, pinched one of the dumplings on the plate between them.

“Hey…!” he protested but Zaiya just winked.

“Tax,” she replied, and took a bite. Fives rolled his eyes at her yet again and her smile grew. She quite liked this former reporter. 

“So, what do you propose we trade about… that guy?” he asked, pulling the conversation back to business. 

“I have information, eye witness accounts and detailed goings on when it comes to his life before Coruscant. In return I want everything you have of him here. People that work for him, names, business dealings, everything that you have.” 

It was a big ask. And a big request for trust from a stranger. The silence that followed was evidence enough. 

“What makes you think I will trust you? Or vice versa…?” Fives asked warily, putting his bowl down. Zaiya swallowed the mouthful she had and placed the chopsticks atop her own bowl. 

“You have passion, Fives, you speak your truth and damn the consequences. You do not hide, you do not run. You fight. And I need that.” Brown eyes stared into blue as they measured each other carefully, a silent test of the waters so to speak.

“What do you need it for…?” She didn’t answer him, she let her eyes communicate her desires. After a moment his own widened. “You’re gonna take him down…” he whispered.

Zaiya’s black smile became wicked. 

“Holy shit…” Fives gasped, a breathless chuckle escaping him as he rested his chin in his hand, taking in the revelation. 

He swore in what she recognised as Mando’a. She knew that tongue well, seeing as Jango, Adaji and even her father Temuss had spoken it. She chuckled to herself and relaxed her posture, gesturing with her hands, palms upward. 

“So… you in?” she asked with a smirk.

“Wait, wait, wait…” he shook his head, “what informants have you got? What resources? I can’t exactly get this to print.” She could see the hope burning in his eyes, he was wary, but he wanted to do this. He wanted to make Palpatine pay as much as she did. How interesting, she wondered what he could have done to hurt Fives. Passion such as this had to come from somewhere. Was it just the job? Or more than that?

“I arrived here last night,” she explained, “I know the past, but I need to know the present, and I will follow the pieces from there.” It wasn’t what he wanted to hear, he wanted her to have a plan, clearly. His shoulders slumped a little. 

“It doesn’t give me anything to go on…” he let out a sigh. “Look, kid, I have been doing this for a while, I tried to make a splash with the truth and look where it got me…” he gestured to himself, “I wanna help you, I do. But I need more than promises before I stick my neck out that far again. I don’t even know your name.” 

It was a reasonable request, of course, though it involved trusting this man she had just met with information about her family, her own past she didn’t talk about. For the first time since Fives had sat down, her expression of confidence wavered.

 “Well…” she began, her fingers drummed atop her knee for a moment as she contemplated her next move. After a long pausr she met his eyes again and sat up a little straighter. “To begin, how about I show you the full photograph, and you give me a place to start my own investigation…?” Fives took a moment and nodded. 

“Alright, show me what you got,” he grabbed the last dumpling and took a big bite, seemingly feeling a little better about the situation. Zaiya meanwhile scrolled through her phone and brought up the picture, uncensored and handed the device to him. She watched his eyes widen as he took in the information of the image. 

“You are looking at the ‘Youth Brigade of the People’s Faith of Dathomir,’” Zaiya said with a roll of her eyes. It was the most ridiculous name… she remembered it being so important at the time. A stupid name being something to be proud of. How stupid she had been. The picture in question showed a man and a woman, standing together behind a group of about a dozen children. Two in particular stood front and centre, a dour-faced girl with intense eyes and no smile and a boy with horns on his head and sharp black tattoos across his face. 

“Dathomir…?” Fives breathed, there was a spark of recognition at the name, but not the way it would if he knew. She supposed some of what had happened there had leaked out to the rest of the world. Something so big would not have been able to be covered up completely. 

Though Dathomir had closed ranks after the fire… they had hidden back into themselves again, turning away the rest of the world that they held no trust for. The small group that did remain… well it was no better than it used to be. 

“Wasn’t there some murder or something that happened there?” Fives frowned, seemingly trying to remember what he knew of it. 

“Something like that,” Zaiya replied humourlessly. 

“Who's the woman?” 

“She was called Mother Talzin,” she replied softly, “the one in front of her, that’s her son.” Five’s eyes widened impossibly larger. 

“I know him…” he gasped. “That’s…. That’s uhm…” he snapped his fingers as if to summon the name. 

“Maul,” she provided, she didn’t like how her voice softened when she said it. She had to remind herself, he wouldn’t be the same boy she once knew. 

“Yeah! There was a big to do about him a few years ago, some scandal or indictment, but nothing came of it and he seemed to vanish,” Fives explained as he zoomed in on the picture going through the faces. “What about this girl next to him? The one with Pa-- uh… his hand on her shoulder?” 

“One of the congregation children, he liked to seem magnanimous whenever official photographs were taken,” she sneered.

“You knew him…?” Fives looked up finally and a fluch of hot anger ran through her at the question. Anger and shame at having revealed too much. 

“I heard about what he was like,” she replied, it was the truth, technically. “Apparently most of the evidence was destroyed, like fifteen years ago or something I think. I managed to get a hold of a few things, but Dathomir is not a place you can get into,” she shrugged, and Fives eyed her suspiciously.

She could see the cogs turning in his mind, he was clever, he’d figure it out sooner or later but she was in no rush to broach the topic more than she already had. 

“Well… seeing as how the Maul kid is in this picture, it’s as good a place as any to start-- can you send this to me?” he handed back the phone and she nodded, quickly sharing the image via email along with her other contact info. “There was a professor, one from the Jedi Academy,” Fives took a sip of his drink, his dark eyes searching the table as though the memory were written there. “Some of my sources said Maul had something to do with it, but accusations surfaced about this guy, I can’t remember the name. One of his students, a lawyer, managed to prove it was untrue, but by then it was too late. The Professor lost his job and he essentially had a career homicide. It was after the lawyer made a statement about how the professor was framed, he named Maul as one of the people that was behind it and accused him of coercing witnesses…” Fives took another long drink from the bottle, some fruity soda of some kind. “After that, he disappeared. Not completely but I am guessing Pa-- the Old Man didn’t want the guy to cause him more trouble, worked for him, though the reports are vague at best.”

“So they didn’t advertise it? Huh…” Zaiya mused out loud, it made sense, why would the Old Man, as Fives aptly called him, ever offer any extra information at all?

“Why did he take this random kid with him from Dathomir?” Fives frowned, leaning forward, elbows on the table and chin on the backs of his clasped hands.

“Because he was not a random kid… that’s his son,” Zaiya replied and Fives froze. 

“You serious?” he gaped. Zaiya nodded. “I… I didn’t think…!” he hid his face behind his hands for a minute, “they look nothing alike… I just…!” 

“Hm…” she replied with an amused smirk. Just wait til he found out about the other two brothers, she thought. “So where do I find him?” she asked, bringing Fives back to the conversation. 

“That’s the thing…” he looked back at her. “I don’t know.” He shook his head, some of the longer curls shaking over his forehead, “I am sure he’s around, but like I said, I stopped digging into that side of things, I didn’t need to have any more late night visits,” 

“He sent people after you?” Zaiya frowned.

“Yeah, so we’re gonna have to be stealthy so he won’t know what hit him til it’s too late,” he nodded. The white haired girl grinned, some of her black lipstick having worn off while she’d been eating. 

“Good to know we’re on the same page,” she chuckled. “So if you start getting in touch with old contacts, I can start at another angle… where do I find the professor? I can learn more of the story from him,” the more information she had, the better. 

“I think I can do that, let me see…” he pulled out his phone, and began scrolling. Zaiya made her own notes on her device in order to remember everything Fives had told her. After a while, Fives had an address for her, and programmed her number into his phone to text her the information. 

“Well, I think this first meeting has been wonderful, I think we should do this again sometime,” she grinned, and stood, she didn’t want to waste time, and wanted to speak to this Professor as soon as possible. 

“So, I’ll call you?” he blurted as she slid out from the booth. She raised a brow at him and he realised how it sounded.

“You know what I mean!” he huffed, “Or you call me… with information… or whatever.” he suddenly seemed a little flustered, oh this was cute.

“Sure thing Fives, with information or whatever,” she laughed softly and moved to head past him to the door. 

“Wait…!” he gasped and grasped her wrist. She turned sharply, alarmed at the sudden aggressive contact and he let go immediately. “Sorry… I just, you didn’t tell me your name.” She couldn’t quite describe the look on his face, those bourbon eyes glittering wide and hopeful, the way his hand lingered near hers even though he’d released her. It seems she’d stoked the embers in him into a fire once more, and he was ready to jump back into his old passions for the truth. She allowed her face to relax again and her smirk to return. 

“It’s Zaiya,” she told him.

Notes: Hello there!

Now, I love Fives, I love his charisma and intelligence. He is damn smart and I think this role suits him. I am struggling a bit today guys, I am pretty sick atm and I am doing my best to keep my brain from melting. In other news it is my Birthday on Sunday so I plan to drop you another chapter next week as my gift to you!

Next week we will meet the Fallen Instructor. Have you already guessed who it is? Leave your guesses in the comments! As always I love your comments and feedback so any and all comments are welcome. I hope you are well and I will see you next week!

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[twig-soup]

find the word tag

was tagged by @tommie-hildebrandt !! this is from my novel (intro coming soon!) but i plan on revising what i have pretty heavily so who knows if any of this will stick around. my words are hunger, glass, bright, and satisfied. unfortunately i couldn’t find “hunger” or “satisfied” (like, nothing! not even a variation!) so i swapped them with “need” and “pleased.”

“need” appears with laurie (early thirties) getting in her head about being ida’s (eleven) sole guardian. she’s cleaning up in the kitchen after working with aloe leaves. “Lemon Heads” are what ida calls her great aunts because they’re old and mean and have eternally pursed lips

As she rinses her hands and wipes the stickiness from the table, Laurie thinks of Ida. She’s still on the couch playing the Game Cube, fingers moving rapidly across the buttons on her controller, eyes flitting back and forth across the bright blue glow of the TV screen. They’ve barely spoken since the Lemon Heads left. Laurie sighs. She has never been a mother. When she signed on with John to be Ida’s godparent, she didn’t think she’d ever have to actually be a parent. She certainly didn’t think she’d have to be one alone. They’d talked about adopting, giving some teenager a place to come home to for Christmases, if they celebrated Christmas, but it was just talk. Caring for Ida is something different. She isn’t a mother, she’s a guardian. At times she feels like even that is a stretch. Somehow, it doesn’t seem like her place to parent Ida at all, to scold her or push her or be anything but a supportive background presence. But children need more than that, don’t they?

searching for “glass” made me realize just how often laurie pushes her glasses up her nose. the excerpt i chose takes place after ida is scooped up and taken away by a giant space skeleton, and after laurie has figured out (to some degree) how travel between worlds/dimensions works. 

She moves towards one of the milky pools of light, the portal looming before her and shimmering idly. Swallowing, she opens the notebook and finds a number sequence with the note “Port City – well-traveled” by it, and determines that this is as good a place as any to start. She searches the programmer’s registry for the number sequence and highlights it, then points it at the portal antenna-out. She’s really not exactly sure how this thing works, but Frank said it was self-explanatory, so she does what any earthling would do and presses the big green button.

Like a glass of water poisoned by a drop of ink, the portal gradually turns black. Laurie steps back, gasping. The programmer is warm – almost too warm – and the antennae are pulsing with electricity and bursts of black light. When the portal is completely black, it doesn’t shimmer or move at all, just stares unblinking like an enlarged pupil. 

this excerpt, with “bright,” is from ida’s perspective. she’s in laurie’s kitchen. it’s just some description 

Inside the house is even more of a garden than outside – especially the kitchen. Ferns hang from the ceiling, in the corners and above the kitchen table. There’s a potted tree in the corner across from the back door, with big, dark, wide leaves, and next to it, on some shelves behind the table and across from the sink, are some herbs – basil, thyme, rosemary – growing out of mason jars. On the sill of the window above the sink are little glass containers of cuttings that Aunt Laurie is trying to grow into new, whole plants. A couple of them have stringy roots floating in the water. On one, a tiny burst of bright green growth. There’s lemongrass, too, growing in rectangular box by the back door.

well! most of these are from laurie’s perspective! huh! i swear it’s supposed to be ida’s story. maybe that’s another thing i’ll have to rework. anyway, here’s “pleased” 

Laurie decides on hot cocoa as the ice breaker for tonight. Cocoa, sugar, milk, a pinch of salt, and some vanilla extract for richness – a quick microwave fix Laurie’s used for years. When it’s ready, she carries it into the living room, smiling awkwardly and pushing her glasses up her nose.

“Cocoa?” she asks, lifting the mug the way one might make an offering to a deity. Ida pauses her game and looks up, brushing some of her dark hair behind her ear.

“Thanks,” she says, seeming pleased.

this is a fun one!! i’ll tag @paradisiacalshroud and @mothwriter because i think they’re pretty neat and are ok to be tagged in things. :)

[witherednightmare]

Last line tag

Was tagged by @winterandwords and @writingamongther0ses a while ago, thank you!

“...I am sorry”, Makary muttered into the dark filled with a soft breeze and Vincent’s soft breathing.

I leave this tag open for everyone to take it!

[theladymeera]

End of Year Reading Tag

Was tagged by @motherofkittens94. I did already do this on my booklr, so I am giving some different, but still true, answers for this one.

did you reach your reading goal for the year (if you had one)?

Yes, and surpassed. If there’s something I’m good at, it’s getting reading done.

what are your top 3 books you read this year?

Three that I didn’t list in my original reponse and that weren’t re-reads are Men at Arms by Terry Pratchett, Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal? by Jeanette Winterson, and Lucky Girl by Jamie Pacton

what’s a book that you didn’t expect to enjoy quite so much going in?

Hmmm... there’s a few that surprised me. One was The Goddess Chronicle by Natsuo Kirino. I expected to have to force myself to get it read and was pressed for time, but the story sucked me in and it flew by. Only took three? four? afternoons to get it read.

were there any books that didn’t live up to your expectations?

Oh several. Most of the really disappointing ones I DNF’d but I stuck all the way through Get a Life, Chloe Brown because I’ve been hearing/ seeing people gush about it for years! And then it was just so... empty. The characters even technically developed a relationship but the plot was so completely full of “I am soooo attracted to this person” monologues that the sexual attraction ended up being the crux of the relationship and the impetus for what happens, in my view. I just didn’t get it. I don’t get it. I should have been fine with it and liked it but it just didn’t add up or maybe I was just so annoyed with the “they’re so hot, I am having sex dreams about them, I’m masturbating about them, I can’t focus on our conversation because I’m so attracted” monologues which made up a significant portion of the book because I want a bit more plot. When the book’s premise is that one main character has a list and is trying to “get a life” and that list is only, like, five items long and is completed in a few simple steps and all of the miscommunication and drama stems from one item on the list it just fell flat. I wanted that list to be a bit longer and harder and I wanted something driven by a lot more substance than “we’re nice people who are very attractive and very attracted to each other despite our initial dislike of each other.”

did you reread any old faves? If so, which one was your favourite?

Oh several. If I have to pick a favorite then it will have to be The Martian. What I wouldn’t give for Mark’s sense of humor and ability to think things through and get stuff done. I’m funny but I’ve gotten the impression that my stress jokes are more like red flags than actual humor.

did you dnf any books?

Yes, several. I just deleted the ones I didn’t get to a certain point of, so it’s hard to remember but there are at least six I got more than ~20% into before dropping.

did you read any books outside your usual preferred genre(s)?

Yes; I read my first couple of westerns this year. Not so great. I’m also trying to continue reading out of my comfort zone in other ways and further diversifying my reads. (This year I’m planning to read more books by Indian and Australian authors specifically.)

what was your predominant format this year?

Audiobooks. Since I can do other stuff while I listen.

what’s the longest book you read this year?

Les Miserables. Yeah it was the audiobook, but it is a loooooonnnng audiobook.

what are your top 3 anticipated 2022 releases?

the third Beartown book by Fredrik Backman, I Kissed Shara Wheeler by Casey McQuiston, and The Winds of Winter (lol)

what books from your tbr did you not get to this year, but are excited to read in 2022?

Most of my TBR. 

Tagging: anyone who wants to do it

[journeytojannah]

“Yesterday a lot of us were sharingthe hours we spent listening tomusic, as we know it's a sin to listento music and we pray Allah gives ourhearts their due tagwa! But let's bevery careful of publicizing oursins...Allah forgives everyone, except those who publicize them.”(MohamedCNoor,2021)

Sahih al-Bukhari 6069

33 Narrated Abu Huraira:

I heard Allah's Messenger (a&) saying. *All the sins of my followers will be forgiven except those of the Mujahirin (those who commit a sin openly or disclose their sins to the people). An example of such disclosure is that a person commits a sin at night and though Allah screens it from the public, then he comes in the morning, and says, 'O so and-so, I did such-and-such (evil) deed yesterday, though he spent his night screened by his Lord (none knowing about his sin) and in the morning

[batshieroglyphics]

FIC: Now I Fly ~ Star Wars ~ Teen ~ Chapter 2/2 COMPLETE

(So, tumblr is borked & won't let me edit the tweets any more? *IRRITATED*)

Title: Now I Fly Series: Make a Brand New End Fandom: Star Wars Author: Batsutousai Rating: Teen Warnings: Alternate Universe, Qui-Gon Lives, time travel fix-it, jedi families, angst, hurt/comfort, non-binary character, character with claustrophobia, slavery, OC/OC relationship Summary: Feemor made a promise to Anakin, that he would do what he could to free his mother. With the money and a place to live sorted, all he needs now is someone to go and get her. And there are few beings he'd trust more with such a task, than his former padawan, Ace.

Chapter Two—Like a Bird Set Free

There was a long silence, then the door opened and a tanned woman with dark hair peeked out. She gave them a quick, uncertain up and down glance, then asked, "Ah'chu apenkee?" in a voice that was too mild to be hostile.

"Shmi Skywalker?" Ace asked.

"Tagwa," she replied, looking even more uncertain.

"Dolpee kikyuna," Ace promised, switching in Basic to add, "We're friends of Anakin."

"Ani?" she breathed, and while her suspicion didn't completely vanish, it eased. When Ace, prompted by the Force, reached into their jacket and pulled out their lightsabre to show, she relaxed completely and stepped back, holding the door open. "Come in, please," she said, politely sticking to Basic.

Ace was fluent enough in Huttese not to mind, but Vega had balked at learning the language for years, and while she'd picked some up from Ace, and had probably learnt some from Anakin, it wasn't likely she would be able to follow a conversation in the language.

"Ani, he's...he's okay?" Shmi asked, hope in her eyes, once she'd closed the door behind them.

Ace allowed a wry smile under their mask. "He's a little terror," they admitted. "He's made a couple of friends with designs on pranking certain ma–" no, Anakin was uncomfortable with that word, and Ace would be honestly surprised if the same wasn't true of his mother "–jedi teachers."

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