#the chaos system my beloved

[robynator]

obsessed with how daud canonically chooses to forgive billie when she gives him the choice between killing her and showing her mercy after she betrays him

obsessed with how just a few months later, daud does the same, placing his life in the hands of a man whose life he completely ruined, asking to be spared and, against all odds, walking away from that encounter alive

obsessed with the alternatives you're given to those options as well

how, if you choose to kill billie in low chaos she helps you guide the blade. how she looks up at you and smiles as you stab her. how you hold her hand as she dies and don't let go even after she's gone

how, in high chaos, you just don't get that choice. her death is brutal, just like all the other deaths at your hand. like she said, what's one more body? but she's not just one more body. she's your second in command, your confidant, the closest thing you have to a daughter. you don't kill her with the same detachment you do for everyone else. you don't simply pull her onto your blade, you grab her by the throat as you stab her. it's brutal and it's personal, and that makes it so much worse

how, if you end brigmore witches with high chaos, corvo will kill you because you are not true to your word. you say that you feel remorse over jessamine's murder and yet your actions speak otherwise. you are not sincere in your words and while corvo may not know that, the game does. and it's telling you that that's the only way it could end. that if daud goes down that path he will not ever better his ways, nor will he be given the chance to. the only way daud can live is if he is actually committed to change

but despite all those options, in canon, daud gives billie the chance to leave and make a new life for herself. and corvo does the same for daud. and that is a parallel i think a lot about

[blue-mood-blue]

Danmei Faves Meet Chopped: The Thought Experiment

(with the caveat that I have not read All The Danmei so actually this is “a limited selection of danmei faves” meet chopped) (also as of their official translations, no spoilers pls)

The Contestants:

1) Xie Lian

Pros: There is not one single thing that you could put into a basket that this man would be intimidated by. Not a single thing. He will cook anything that you hand to him, and be delighted to do so. You cannot phase him with unlikely ingredients or conflicting flavor profiles, he has risen above these concerns. He is smiling at everything he pulls out of the basket and probably scaring the other contestants in the process.

Cons: He might kill someone. Not on purpose. He will be out after round one, guaranteed, once the medics standing by in case of cuts intervene for a severe case of “all the judges are now poisoned.” Filming will probably have to stop so ambulances can be called. The crew generously allows him to take his leftovers with him.

2) Wei Wuxian

Pros: He is going to pack so much flavor in every bite! Every single bite! This man knows and embraces spice, and no one will be able to tell him that his meal is bland or underseasoned! Chili oil all over the damn plate!

Cons: The flavor is pain, he’s used every pepper the pantry has, and if he makes it to round two it’s only because of Xie Lian accidentally unleashing the horrors in round one.

3) Mo Ran

Pros: He’s a good cook! He makes a variety of dishes, and he’s gotten used to adjusting recipes for specific preferences. He’s well-traveled so it’s likely he’s encountered many ingredients and had practice in a variety of conditions, which is good experience to have in this competition. He’s been doing his best to be on his best behavior, but heaven help anyone who monopolizes the fryer.

Cons: Again - he’s been on his best behavior, but that’s really for one person who is not currently in the kitchen. He also only really cooks for one person, who has particular tastes.

4) Luo Binghe

Pros: Also a good cook! He, too, has a range of dishes he knows how to prepare, with years of practice going back (probably) as far as his adoption in his early childhood. He is well-traveled as well, with such exciting and… unique locales such as Hell Dimension (aka Endless Abyss) where he probably had to make… questionable culinary choices, so he probably won’t be thrown by whatever’s in the basket.

Cons: There’s a non-zero chance that there’s blood in the food.

(Of this particular line-up, I think it would come down to Mo Ran vs. Binghe for the dessert round, which will be a close call - they both have experience with desserts, I imagine, but I think Mo Ran might have a slight advantage considering Chu Wanning’s sweet tooth. He’s made a lot of sweets and more often. Also, can Binghe lean on a “protagonist halo” when Mo Ran is the protagonist of his own story?)

(Assuming the final round doesn’t devolve into chaos and sabotage, which… is very, very possible.)

The Non-Contestants:

Hua Cheng: Could he do well on chopped? Almost certainly. But why would he? He is here to cheer on gege.

Lan Wangji: Would probably actually do better than Wei Wuxian, if he cooks the meal to Wei Wuxian’s taste - I feel like he would be a little more sparing with the spice. Otherwise, his food is probably too bland for the judges.

Chu Wanning: He has one good dish, and it’s [redacted]. He could last a round but after that he’s probably out. He will do his best. He will not look like he is panicking (he is panicking).

Shen Qingqiu: A millennial who choked to death on bad food and rage. He probably has limited kitchen skills, but beyond the powers of having a microwave? Who knows.

Bonus Round:

Li Yu: He would try so hard. He would put every bit of skill he had on the table. He does not have any skill to put on the table. Do not put a fish in his basket, do not do this to him.

Mu Tianchi: Probably wouldn’t even compete. He’s going to steal Li Yu’s food from the judges. How dare they.

Chang Geng: He could probably do well in the competition, if he could be convinced to compete, but he probably couldn’t. He is smiling very politely at the producer, who is feeling a chill down their spine and backing away slowly.

Gu Yun: Do not let this man in the kitchen, he will cause problems on purpose.

[maxssillyangstyblog]

My parents everyone

[silence-between-seconds]

OH MY GOD

WOW IM JUST SO WOWED

this might be the cuntiest sirius you've ever drawn. good work<33

james potter’s OG Hoes™️ (some of them ain’t loyal)

close ups and the sketch bc i like it a lot:

[unforth]

Danmei and Baihe C Novels and Manhua Officially Licensed in English

Things are getting licensed fast enough that keeping a list like this up-to-date is basically impossible, but I saw someone asking in the tags so I figured I'd try. All titles are danmei unless otherwise noted (very little baihe is licensed so far). I've included Chinese titles, but sometimes publishers change the original titles so much that I can't track them down, apologies. I've hit the link limit on this post so I've had to remove NovelUpdate links, but they're still in the version of this post on Wordpress. Note that Taiwanese titles are not included on this list.

This is everything I know of as of October 24, 2024. There might be more. I tried. Resources used to compile this list: Danmeinews.com; this Carrd, last updated in March 2023; this other carrd last updated October 23 2024; list of danmei with official licenses on NovelUpdates; a similar list on Goodreads; danmei-specific list on Reddit that to my eye looks accurate for the larger publishers but isn't thorough for some of the smaller ones.

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Seven Seas:

The full list of danmei novels licensed by Seven Seas is here. The full list of danmei manhua licensed by Seven Seas is here.

These titles are in various stages of publication, from "entire series released" to "license literally announced less than a week ago." As far as I know, all Seven Seas titles are available world-wide, through major distributors and libraries, and in e-book and print formats. Seven Seas translation quality varies but the editing is general strong and the editions are sturdy and nice. Note that Seven Seas isn't without controversy, especially for treating their contractors poorly resulting in them unionizing. Some people have also been unhappy with the fidelity of their translations compared to the original Chinese (I've been satisfied personally but ymmv).

Mo Xiang Tong Xiu titles:

The Scum Villain's Self-Saving System (Ren Zha Fanpai Zijiu Xitong)

Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation (Mo Dao Zu Shi)

Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation (Mo Dao Zu Shi) manhua

Heaven Official's Blessing (Tian Guan Ci Fu)

Meatbun Doesn't Eat Meat titles:

Case File Compendium (Bing an Ben)

The Husky and His White Cat Shizun (Erha he Ta de Bai Mao Shizun)

Remnants of Filth (Yuwu)

Meng Xi Shi titles:

Thousand Autumns (Qian Qiu)

Peerless (Wushuang)

priest titles:

Guardian (Zhenhun)

Silent Reading (Modu)

Stars of Chaos (Sha Po Lang)

Fei Tian Ye Xiang titles:

Astrolabe Rebirth (Xing Pan Chongqi), written under the pen name Arise Zhang

Dinghai Fusheng Records (Dinghai Fusheng Lu)

Dinghai Fusheng Records (Dinghai Fusheng Lu) manhua

Joyful Reunion (Xiang Jian Huan)

Legend of Exorcism (Tianbao Fuyao Lu)

Mu Su Li titles:

Copper Coins (Tong Qian Kan Shi)

The Unseen Immortal of Three Hundred Years (Bujian Shang Xian San Bai Nian)

Lv Ye Qian He titles:

The White Cat’s Divine Scratching Post (Shenmu Nao Bujin)

The Wife Comes First (Qi Wei Shang)

Other titles:

After the Disabled God of War Became My Concubine (Canji Zhanshen Jia Wo Wei Qie Hou) by Liu Gou Hua

Ballad of Sword and Wine (Qiang Jin Jiu) by Tang Jiuqing

BAIHE: The Beauty’s Blade (Meiren Jian) by Feng Ren Zuo Zhu

The Disabled Tyrant’s Beloved Pet Fish (Canji Baojun de Zhangxin Yu Chong) by Xue Shan Fei Hu

I Ship My Rival x Me (Wo Kele Duijia x Wo de CP) manhua by PEPA

HET: Love Between Fairy and Devil (Cang Lan Jue) by Jiu Lu Fei Xiang

Mistakenly Saving the Villain (Lun Jiu Cuo Fanpai de Xiachang) by Feng Yu Nie

My Husband and I Sleep in a Coffin (Wo he Laogong Shui Guancai) by Wu Shui Bu Du

Run Wild (Saye) by Wu Zhe

There’s Something Wrong with the Chief (Du Zhu You Bing) by Yang Su

Thrice Married to Salted Fish (San Jia Xianyu) by Bi Ka Bi

The Villain’s White Halo (Fanpai Baihua Guanghuan) by Hao Da Yi Juan Wei Sheng Zhi

You’ve Got Mail: The Perils of Pigeon Post (Fei Ge Jiao You Xu Jin Shen) by Blackegg

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Rosmei:

Rosmei licenses are Singapore distribution rights only. There is a list of international partners organizing group orders here. I've personally placed my orders through Yiggybean, as discussed in reply to this ask. Most of these titles are only being released as print editions, tho titles that weren't originally on JJWXC (of which there are several here) WILL have e-book editions. My first book from Rosmei arrived, and I found the translation and editing to be very strong. I can't speak to how accurate it may be to the Chinese original, but it read smoothly and had very few errors. Overall, though they've made some mistakes, they've been communicative and responsive.

Ning Yuan titles:

BAIHE: At the World's Mercy by Ning Yuan

BAIHE (I think???) The Creator's Grace by Ning Yuan

priest titles:

Coins of Destiny (Liu Yao)

The Defectives (Can Ci Pin)

Drowning Sorrows in Raging Fire (Lie Huo Jiao Chou)

Other titles:

Albert, from Earth (Aerbote Laizi Diqiu) by Jie Mo Jun

The Bat (Bian Fu) by Feng Nong

Breaking Through the Clouds (Po Yun) by Huai Shang

Don't You Like Me (Ni Shi Bushi Xihuan Wo) by Lv Tian Yi

The Earth is Online (Diqiu Shangxian) by Mo Chen Huan

Everyone Loves the Cannon Fodder (Chuan Cheng Wan Ren Mi de Paohui Zhuma) by Qie Zai Shan Yang

Global Examination (Qianqiu Gao Kao) by Mu Su Li

Gold Class Enforcers (Jinpai Dashou) by Pao Pao Xue Er

How to Survive as a Villain (Chuanyue Cheng Fanpai Yao Ruhe Huming) by Yi Yi Yi Yi

Kaleidoscope of Death (Siwang Wanhuatong) by Xi Zi Xu

The Killer of Killers (Sha Qing) by Wu Yi

Nan Chan by Tang Jiuqing

Obsessed (Ki Ma) by Wu Chen Shui

Wine and Gun (Jiu yu Qiang) by Mengye Mengye

Wow, You Guys are Really Good at Gaming (Nimen Nansheng Da Youxi Hao Lihai O~) by Yi Xiu Luo

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Peach Flower House:

Peach Flower House titles are primarily for sale through their website and through some distributors, such as Amazon.com. Whether titles are e-book only, print only, or both varies by title. In my opinion, Peach Flower House has inconsistent inconsistent editing quality, but the books are very readable, and I'm excited that they're working with translators such as E. Danglars. I haven't bought any of their special editions so can't speak to their extras, but I've bought all their print translations and will continue to do so going forward.

Da Feng Gua Guo:

The Imperial Uncle (Huang Shu)

Peach Blossom Debt (Taohua Zhai)

Other Titles:

Golden Terrace (Huang Jin Tai) by Cang Wu Bin Bai

In the Dark (Zai Hei An Zhong) by Jin Shisi Chai

Little Mushroom (Xiao Mogu) by Shisi

University of the Underworld (Yinjian Daxue) by Ziloi

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Via Lactea:

The partial list of danmei novels licensed by Via Lactea is here, but there are titles I've seen them selling that aren't on this list.

Via Lactea titles are primarily for sale through their website and through some distributors, such as Amazon.com. All titles are either print-only or e-book + print. Only a handful have actually been released, the rest are licensed and presumably in progress. I've now read three titles published by Via Lactea and while the translations are decent I could wish the editing was more consistent. Everything reads as if it would have been improved by one more thorough proof read.

Jing Shui Bian titles:

Salad Days (Jing Jiu)

Silent Hearts (Mo Mai)

Other Titles:

Apocalypse (Quanqiu Jinhua Hou Wo Zhan Zai Shiwulian Dingduan) by Qi Liu

As I've Told You Before by Sheng Jiang Tai Lang

Dawning (Liming Zhihou) by ICE

Embrace You Till the End of the game by Hu Yu La Jiao

Euthanasia (Anlesi) by Feng Su Jun

The Fall of Summer (Ting Shuo Ni Hen Nan Zhui) by Jue Chu

Falling (Luo Chi) by Yu Cheng

Psycho (Feng Zi) by Xiao Yao Zi

Limerence (Wo Xichen Ni Nan Pengyou Henjiule) by Jiang Zi Bei

Lingering Game (Chanmian Youxi) by Tao Bai Bai

Lip and Sword (Chun Qiang) by Jin Shisi Chai

May I Touch Your Spirit? by Qing Mei Jiang

The Missing Piece (Maoheshenli) by Kun Yi Wei Lou

The Omega Who Wants His Baby Back by Yao Yao Yi Yan

Raising Myself in 2006 by Qing Lv

Rose and Renaissance (Wo Zhi Xihuan Ni de Renshe [Yule Quan]) by Zhi Chu

Killing Show (Sha Lu Xiu) by Fox

Soul Vibration (Linghun Saodong) by Dr.solo

To Rule in a Turbulent World (Luan Shi Wei Wang) by Gu Xuerou

A Tyrant's Cover-up Plan by A Ci Gu Niang

Was I a Scummy Bottom? by Cheng Zi Yu

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Aloha Comics:

A tiny, Hawaii-based press focusing on manhua. Titles are available through major retailers such as Amazon and Bookshop.org. I've purchased one of these titles - Nirvana in Fire - and was please with the quality despite a couple minor errors.

All these titles are manhua!

Day Off by Qing Cai

Heaven Official's Blessing Animation Manhua by Bilibili and Mo Xiang Tong Xiu (this is a manhua made based on the donghua, using donghua art)

Here U Are by DJUN

Link Click by Li Haoling and Haoliners (not technically danmei!)

Nirvana in Fire (Lang Ya Bang) by Hai Yan (not technically danmei!)

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Monogatari Novels:

Monogatari Novels is based in Spain. These titles can also be ordered from at least some major retailers. Note that there has been some controversy about Monogatari Novels. I'm personally not ordering these works until more information is available.

BAIHE: A Clear and Muddy Loss of Love (Jing Wei Qing Shang) by Please Don't Laugh

BAIHE: Female General and Eldest Princess (NuJiangjun he Zhang Gongzhu) by Please Don't Laugh

How to Survive as a Villain (Chuan Yue Cheng Fanpai Yao Ru He Huo Ming) manhua by Yi Yi Yi Yi

The Legendary Master's Wife (Chuanshuo Zhi Zhu de Furen) by Yin Ya

The Silent Concubine (Ya Nu) by Qiang Tang

BAIHE: Soulmate manhua by Wenzhi Lizi

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BLoved Publishing:

ngl I can't figure out exactly what is up with this, and there seems to be some controversy related to them and their relationship with Monogatari Novels. Their website is depressingly low on details. However, this list is for completeness, so here we are. I'm not ordering from them based on the information currently available. There's more about the conflict between them and Monogatari here.

How to Survive as a Villain (Chuan Yue Cheng Fanpai Yao Ru He Huo Ming) manhua by Yi Yi Yi Yi

The Legendary Master's Wife (Chuanshuo Zhi Zhu de Furen) by Yin Ya

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Chaleuria:

As far as I can tell, Chaleuria has not updated their webpage since April 2023, so the current status of in-progress titles is unknown. All titles are digital and/or e-book, and I'm not sure how to purchase them as I haven't tried.

The Complete Guide to the Use and Care of a Personal Assistant (Zhuli Shiyong Zhinan) by Why Radiance

Deep in the Act (Ru Xi) by Tongzi

Fake Slackers (Wei Zhuang Xue Zha) by Mu Gua Huang (no longer available)

From Body to Love (Leng Yan E Nan: Xian Shenhou Ai) by Wan Wan Yi Xia

Interstellar Power Couple (Xingji Qiangli Lianyin) by Kun Cheng Xiongmao (no longer available)

Intoxicated Friends (Zui Qing Zhi Pengyou) by Ye Shu Ying

The Long Chase for the President's Spouse (Zongcai Zhui Fu Lu Manman) by Three Thousand Crow Language

No Money No Divorce (Mei Qian Lihun) by Shou Chu

Reborn into a Hamster for 233 Days (Chong Shengcheng Cangshu de 233 Tian) by Yi Shu

Records of the Dragon Follower (Cong Long Ji) by Yueren Ge

Urban Tales of Demons and Spirits (Dushi Yaogui Lu) by Qie Er

World Hopping: Avenge Our Love (Ni Wufa Yuliao de Fenshou, Wo Du Neng Gei Ni Song Shang) by Xiaomao Bu Ai Jiao (no longer available)

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Webnovel:

When I first made this list, I heard that Webnovel had a few titles but couldn't actually find them - but now I've found them, thanks to a list someone else put together. I'm including direct links to them, since I had so much trouble finding them at all.

Comrade: Almost a Cat-astrophic Love Story (Jintian ye Yao Nuli Dang Zhimao) by Demonic Fire (link)

My Boyfriend is a Dragon (Nanpiao Shi Tiaolong) by Chubby Strawberry Sauce (link)

The National Sweetheart Livestreamer is a Pro! (Quanmin Zhubo Shi Duiba) by Mo Shang Wang (link)

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Honorable Mentions:

There are a handful of titles I know of that are official translations of C Novels. These are not books with contextual queerness, but for folks with an interest in Chinese history and culture, they are worth checking out anyway, especially because understanding these stories can help understand the above books. Also, some have active shipping fandoms (for example, I've written for Romance of the Three Kingdoms and Daomu Biji). I've included two above under the entry for titles from Aloha Comics (Link Click and Nirvana in Fire) and here are a couple others I currently know of:

Dream of the Red Chamber (Hong Lou Meng) by Cao Xueqin, available in translation for free from Project Gutenberg

The Grave Robbers’ Chronicles (Daomu Biji) by Nanpai Sanshu (six volumes are available in English from Things Asian Press)

Journey to the West (Xiyou Ji) by Wu Cheng-en, in four volumes from University of Chicago Press

The Legend of the Condor Heroes (She Diao Yingxiong Chuan) by Jin Yong, in four volumes from St. Martin’s Press

Romance of the Three Kingdoms (Sanguo Yanyi), attributed to Luo Guanzhong, available in translations for free from Archive.org

The Seven Heroes and Five Gallants (Zonglie Xiayi Chuan), attributed to Shi Yukun, available in translation for free from Archive.org

Water Margin (Shuihu Zhuan) by Shi Nai’an, from Tuttle Publishing

RESOURCE: List of Chinese speculative fiction in English translation

RESOURCE: More Chinese speculative fiction in English translation

I will add to the "Honorable Mentions" list if I find any other more mainstream titles with official translations.

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Rumored Licenses:

Sometimes, I hear rumors about titles being licensed before the license is announced - and thus before we know which publisher has licensed them (assuming the rumor is even true). I thought I should note these somewhere. Titles I know of rumors about currently are:

A Certain Someone (Moumou) by Mu Su Li

Devil Venerable Also Wants to Know (Mozun Ye Xiang Zhidao) by Cyan Wings

The Fourteenth Year of Chenghua (Chenghua Shisi Nian) by Meng Xi Shi

Guide on How to Fail at Online Dating (Wanglian Fanche Zhinan) by Jiang Zi Bei

Immortal Koi is Going to Debut (Jinli Daxian Yao Chudao) by Mo Xi Ke

Mist (Bowu) by Wei Feng Ji Xu

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A handful of other licenses are mentioned on the Carrd I linked at the beginning of this post; I have no idea the status of those titles and wasn't able to find information on them while putting together this post other than what was listed on that Carrd, so I've omitted them.

Now go forth, and buy some books!

[sillygoofyqueer]

Ahhhhh, I had another idea!

Shen Yuan teaching his regular (not demon) crow friends how to curse at people and spout ominous phrases... but in English!

Some random person wanders into the forest near his home village only for ominous voices from above to start calling things like,

"DOOM!"

"Nevermore!"

"Fuck off!"

And so forth.

It's very fighting to the PIDW natives who have no idea what English is, or where these voices are coming from. 😂

Perhaps one day Airplane ends up in the forest and is just perplexed. Did the System get lazy and just decide to use English as their ominous foreign tongue or something?

(For Airplane, the fact that "Airplane" (飞机, fēi jī) is a homophone for "Flying Chicken" (飞鸡, fēi jī), with the same tone and everything, plus this is the bird AU, makes me kinda want him to be like, a chicken/rooster demon or something. XD)

Now that you've brought this chicken/rooster demon idea to my attention, I will be running with it with no thought or hesitation oh my golly gosh. He will appear first in the forest, muttering to himself and getting absolutely insulted by crows all around, pondering how the fuck they know English. He curses back in English and gets tackled by Shen Yuan, who is reasonably questioning why the FUCK this random demon knows English and then is about to throttle him when he finds out who he is. The crows act as a siren and warning to allow the village to know there's people they don't know are coming in. This is FUNNY.

GU YUN MY BELOVED!! He's from Stars Of Chaos/Sha Po Lang (which I've been reading the first book of), and I'm madly in love with him /silly. That sounds so cool for a Crow!Yuan design, and I'm swooning at the thought of just feathers and enough jewellery to become his own little light when the sun hits it just right. He doesn't wear all of it all the time, but he would sooo be tempted to every time he sees it. {part six! Part one, art two, part three, part four, part five, part seven!}

[functionalasfuck]

Oh, I fucking LOVED this story and have read it multiple times. Maybe this is a sign to reread it.

This comment is all over awesome stuff, but what has me really smiling like a mad thing is that last little bit. I don't have a beta reaer. I do my own editing. I hate every minute of it, and that just makes it worthwhile.

(I do still miss errors sometimes - it happens - but it's great that people notice the effort I made! ❤️

[jay-joy113]

First headcannons, might as well go all in

Twisted wonderland

How would the characters react to you being an absolute menace to society? Part 1

Riddle

Please stop, youll give him an early grave. Or dont, im sure Ace will find it funny as fuck to see you get collared for painting all the roses yellow or eating all the sweets end switching them for Meat rolls. If you end Riddle are dating he might ask if you have something

"My Rose, are you sure you dont have OCD or something?"

It might come off as very offensive if you are just a natural harbinger of chaos, or youll have a great day pranking him by telling that you DO have something, end if really have he will try his best to be more... *patient*

"Sigh... no, no, i wont scream, deep breathes control yourself they cant help it"

Leona

Are you **sure** you want to be near him when all you do is enough to wake the beast?

Might hate you at first if you go down on the "*lets prank a literal lion with magic whos also buff*" route, so your best choice to get on his good graces is annoying the teachers so they wont disturb his sleep, or annoy people he doesn't like.. wich is almost everyone.

"Herbivore, what did you do this time? Make it quick, im not in the mood to chat"

"Impressive for a herbivore, if i ever need an jester ill be sure to consider you... nah, you make a better pillow"

If you guys date he **WILL** make you calm the fuck down for cuddles

Azul

Youll give him an early grave 2.

Please never meet Floyd, hes begging you-

Too late, now he has 2 walking tornados full of too much energy.

Might make you banned from the lounge, if you dont behave or at least lock you on the VIP room.

"Pearl- Floyd- please stop breaking everything!"

Kalim

You are so fun! Wont you join his next feast-

Jamil hates you with all his guts, give him a break he already is almost a single mother at this point-

If you end kalim are together he will find you very lively, but youll discover sooner than later that he doesn't like when the joke goes too far.

"Why were you so mean to them? You should apologize so we can all be friends"

Not very funny to prank since hes almost never too scared of it end wont get too angry.

Vil

"POTATO, DID YOU PUT DYE ON MY SHAMPOO?!"

Does not enjoy your pranks end will demand you to stop them before he has to put you on watch by Rook.

You might find yourself on good manners lessons with Epel, who will break you out so he can ditch the class since Vil will be too busy with you.

Idia

You are NOT allowed in his room, even if you guys date. He cannot bet on the life of his precious merch end tech, even if he loves you a lot.

Will not hesitate to put a security system especialy for you if you ever do come to his room, wich will probably only make you unable to mess anything but wont hurt you.

"Nyshishi... my win, reader-sama"

Malleus

Are you related to Lilia?

He likes how lively you are, end does like your mischif, it feels very familiar end it shows you are comfy enough to do that with him.

That being said, the gargoyles are off limits.

DO NOT HARM THEM.

Or you might find a very pouty Malleus at your door in the middle of a storm.

"Beloved, i belive we talked about limits"

Thanks for reading

[dravenscroft]

So my wife and I are working on a long fic that's a Terror modern AU set in a secondary school. My wife is a teacher and has experienced The Horrors of crappy schools being taken over by academy trusts and becoming weirdly corporate firsthand. We're like 50k into it and it'll probably be like 60k? I think? Anyway we're uploading it on my Ao3 soon but here's a brief rundown of some of the highlights:

Crozier is the new joint head of school, he's been moved there against his will to work alongside Fitzjames, the 'Head of Data', which Crozier thinks isn't a real job.

Franklin is the Executive Head but he's NEVER at the school, he's always busy at head office and has no idea what chaos goes down.

Fitzjames used to be a drama teacher until he got promoted up. He hasn't taught in years and so Crozier has zero respect for him...at first.

Little is the exhausted head of English and he is regularly being verbally abused by the children. He is having a Bad Time.

Hodgson is the music teacher. Irving is the art teacher.

Collins is the maths teacher...he has had a sniffle since the start of the year...he is maybe over medicating with Lemsip and cough medicine in an effort to keep coming to work.

Goodsir is the bright-eyed NQT biology teacher. He is still full of wonder and hope. Oh, to see the UK education system 'with eyes as an NQT...'

Stanley is the head of science. He is not full of wonder and hope. Obviously.

Blanky is the geography teacher who has been there since forever and doesn't take any shit. He's beloved by the kids but they also rightly fear him because he will tell them what for if they misbehave. He also has NO concept of professional corporate speak in emails. He will tell it like it is.

...Oh yeah, there's emails in there too. It's partly epistolary.

Jopson is the highly competent office worker for the school reception. He WILL find a way to schedule the unscheduleable, he WILL handle any difficult parent that comes his way, and he WILL answer every email in a timely fashion.

He works alongside Billy of course, who doesn't want to be there, except maybe for the gossip.

Bridgens takes on the work of several as is normal in a terrible school...he's librarian, and the first-aider, and a TA, along with his husband Peglar who is also a TA.

Tozer is the disillusioned P.E teacher who USED to enjoy his job until Heather left and took another job on the other side of the country and the Academy (Admiralty Trust) took over...now he hates his job and is totally checked out.

And then of course there's Hickey...a problematic parent who has made bringing down Crozier and the school his primary goal. It was very hard to imagine Hickey with a kid but we came to the decision that his daughter was born when he and the girl's mother were like 15, a one-time fling before he figured out his sexuality, and he has Regretted It Ever Since because good GOD this man doesn't want to be a father. He only has her on weekends and isn't in contact with her mother at all. He WANTED to run off to Hawaii like in canon but then his kid's mother said she'd chase him to the ends of the earth for child maintenance if he did. He is NOT a good father, this troubled, angry teenage girl lives off takeaway and pot noodles and they mostly just try to avoid each other when she's at his scummy little flat. HOWEVER, because Hickey is all about his ego, when there are Issues with his daughter at school Hickey takes it as a slight against HIM, and makes revenge his goal.

His daughter also features, she's a 'managed move' student who was nearly expelled from her last school for bringing in a knife. She's very troubled and terrorises the teachers (she's referred to as 'a little terror' in one of the emails...) but she also ends up bonding a little with Crozier, who tries his hardest to turn things around for her. It's just too bad her father wants to cause Problems rather than do anything to ACTUALLY help her.

Anyway yeah. It's mostly comedic but with a few serious issues tackled (like the obvious neglect this girl experiences, for one) - it's mostly been a way for my teacher wife to rant about Academy schools and just the general failings of the UK school system lmao. There is Social Commentary involved.

Anyway it's Coming Soon.

[auriidae]

PART 2 ‼️ me & my friends when we are stuck at life (pt 1) (pt 3)

character notes under the cut!!!!!

both in true hs canon and in this au, rage represents chaos. and lifeseries grian is so undoubtedly linked to chaos above all else — he thrives off it, subsists on it even. if it’s not something he can seek out it’s something he’ll initiate. but — make no mistake, the anarchy he initiates is very much limited to within the game. he doesn’t break the game system, he works within it and disrupts whatever system the players are trying to put in place… for the benefit of the game itself. and again, with heirs being played by their aspect, it only makes sense for him to be one. rather than jimi, though, he’s okay with this — being an agent of chaos ties him to it intrinsically, and that makes him feel so, so alive. he’s okay with being controlled, for the most part, because it also means he’s in control. at least at the beginning.

i wanted to make eethos a mind player so bad you don’t understand 😔 but i think he is closer to void in reality. either way he’s a thief — dealing in redistribution of his aspect only to himself, whether consciously or unconsciously. i think void makes sense for eethos because he’s such an unknown to many of the other players (and also to some extent probably himself). a thief of void — taking the mystery from others, knowing them and their secrets and cloaking yourself in them, making yourself an unknown. if void is an aspect more focused inward, also (i like the idea that the central struggle of void players’ character arcs are more personal than some of the other aspects), we could have eethos vs the mortifying ordeal of being known + choosing to stay. which comes back to his class, with thieves having to let others have their aspect as well in order to fully complete their character arc. with that being said eethos “wghats the deal wiht abtrhoom pesnis” mind player will always be real in my heart ok

beedub oh beedub my beloved rogue beedub. rogues typically have the problem, right, where they are capable of redistributing their aspect for the benefit of others but never for themselves. so they try to find others who can help them with it but really just have to learn to stand on their own (and end up finding a source of their aspect that way). this specifically throws beedub n eethos’s friendship into the saddest light because beedub is okay with giving everything to his friends + allies (esp eethos) while quietly hoping they will help him in return, but the thing beedub wants eethos (as a thief) is incapable of giving to him. he can only take, and that’s where their sort of falling out where eethos starts avoiding him and spending more time with others comes from. eethos needs to learn to give to others (not beedub) and beedub needs to learn to stand on his own. ethubs makes me sad. BUT ANYWAYS hope as the aspect of imagination, of being caught up in seeing what could be, of love and trust unconditionally without paying mind to the possible repercussions. that is pretty bdubs-coded i think. he’s a hope player and he’s going to be ok guys he’s going to be fine :)

again feel free to ask me questions abt them !!! lifestuck is in my brain

[justhereforkeefe]

See, I think Kaladin is in the *perfect* place to critique the system. He is a dark eyes, regardless of his eye color, he grew up and live his whole life in that system. He can speak to the full spectrum of the society, having been born into a reasonably affluent second nahn family only to be made a slave and live at the bottom. Now, as a shardbearer, he has the authority and respect to *make* people listen.

Is it right that his authority and ability to affect major change comes from his new status as a “light eyes”? No- but it’s the reality. He was changing things even before getting his blade. Dalinar shouts it at him in the jail cell- about doing his light-eyed job as a dark-eyed man well and showing everyone eye color doesn’t matter. And when Adolin offered him the shard blade, he told Kaladin “this will change you life” and Kaladin’s response was that he didnt want *his* life to change because his eye color changed, he wanted life to change for all dark eyes (right? It’s been a while since I read WoR, that was the paraphrase version, yes?).

He now has the ability to make that happen on a much bigger/quicker scale- and I hope he’ll work to do so in book 5 and that’s what’s Brandon Sanderson is RAFOing.

Comatose: Originally, Kaladin and Moash were essentially the major darkeyes who were in a position to criticize the nobility and lighteyed culture.

Now that Kaladin has kind of (if not emotionally) bought into the system to some extent, by outranking most lighteyes, and Moash has gone full villain, are we going to get another character playing that role of a darkeyed or lower class individual who is critiquing the system?

Brandon Sanderson: Yeah, I've been looking at that. One of the questions is whether Lift can justifiably fulfill that role, as someone who considers herself a bit of an outsider even among the Radiants.

But let's hang a little bit of a RAFO on that, ask me after you've read book five.

[therainnight]

Me blathering about Omgaverse JaviLloyd. 

Warning: I'm no writer. English is my second language AND this is me blathering about Omgaverse JaviLloyd. 

Of course, there is no beta reader. this is me blathering

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hear me out- omega!Lloyd.

Yeah I know he must suit for being beta but I like the chaos of Suho and others that not is baron or baroness, don’t know if Lloyd is omega.

Originally, his death isn’t only because of drinking too much but also consumed heat suppressant pills for a long time and won’t let his body have heat after the first time it happened, and because of that most people think he is beta.

Unfortunately, Kim Suho aka our beloved young master takes his body without this knowing this. He did notice the pill bottle on the bedside table but don’t think too much about it. (In his defense, “it a pill bottle with no label. Who would dare to touch it?”)

The story continues like now it in the novel or webcomic. There was once or twice, Javier noticed a new scent coming from Lloyd. VERY SUS. At first, Javier thinks that Lloyd has a secret meeting with omega to steal the weird knowledge that recently Lloyd possessed but that theory has to drop out because Javier is with Lloyd 24/7 after he picks up Lloyd from passing out on the road on a faithful day.

Lloyd knows only a few things about this second-gender thing. “The knight of blood and iron” is focused on Javier’s knighthood journey more than the second gender. He knows what beta, omega, and alpha are but just that it.

After the mining & ant incident, it the moment that Lloyd learned about his real second gender. He learned from the mouth of his family doctor. At first, the doctor praised Lloyd for his choice of choosing to stop drinking after that he praised him for stopping taking heat suppressant pills and letting his body free for once, doing what it was designed for.

“Heat? What?” Lloyd asked but the doctor didn’t notice and keep talking.

“It’s good that now you consider your health, young master. But just completely stopping consuming heat suppressants immediately is kind of dangerous. I will write a new set of pills for u to stable your system, ok?”

“Oh and please don’t take it the wrong way but now you're out of pills, I think you should consider wearing a collar for your own protection.”

“I know. Sir Asrahan is trustworthy and noble alpha but as you always said to your soldier, safety first! Hahaha” the doctor laughed softly.

Before Lloyd could ask doctors more about this “heat” and pills. Baron and baroness break into the room and hug him while telling how they were glad that Lloyd is awake and safe. After a joyful family drop-down. Baron tells Lloyd that he knows about Lloyd's decision to stop taking heat suppressants. The baron presents Lloyd with a collar with the Frontera symbol on it. He said that ask for a mage to cast a spell cast on it to become invisible when the user wears it.

“I know how much you hate people knowing about it but please, think as to help ease your father and mother’s mind.”

Lloyd was confused but agreed to what the baron and baroness begged him for. Good for Lloyd, He wasn’t alone. Javier was also confused.

Nowadays, young master Lloyd has this- bewitching scent coming right off him. At first is very dilute, if it is not because of his sharp sense and of the time they spend together. He won’t notice it but now it becomes more clear and stronger. It smells like chocolate mostly but also another sweet scent that makes a sweet tooth like Javier crave for some.

On one relaxed night, The one that Lloyd can have a routine like normal people. He finished his bath, ready to put Javier into dreamland but Javier have some business before joining him in his bedroom. Lloyd rolls around on the queen-size bed. Lloyd can’t help but feel uneasy and annoyed with how his bed is.

Everyone would have some moments like this. When you feel like the bed is not right and they fix the bed until you feel comfortable again.

So Lloyd spend time waiting for Javier to fix his bed until he felt satisfied. He fluffs 4 pillows that he has. He keeps arranging it but is still unsatisfied.

‘Tomorrow was my day off!! I will have a good quality night's sleep today!!!’

Before he knows he collects the many pillows and blankets as much as he can. While Lloyd arranges his bed like a madman he notices Javier’s pink pillow on the chair near his bed. He picks the pink pillow up. Look around it. Before hugging it to test the quality of the pillow. Turn out it is perfect!

Lloyd replaced the pink pillow with his own pillow while thinking Javier won’t mind him borrowing this pillow just for one day.

-knock- -knock-

“Master Lloyd. It’s me”

“Ah! Come in.”

Javier didn’t prepare his heart for what he witnessed after he opened the door. The usually normal bed is now full of pillows and blankets. Anyone can see that each item has gone through a lot of calculations to determine where to put it.

‘I- it looks like a nes-‘ before Javier can end his thoughts suddenly Lloyd pops out.

“Ha ha! Lo and behold! This is my fortress!”

“....Young master, what are you doing?”

“...make my bed? ANYWAY! come join me! it's very comfy, you know~? Want to sleep with this big brother tonight~?”

“..with all the respect, sir. I have to refuse- wait. Is that my pillow?” 

"oh-AH. Yes. I will borrow it today! "

"You have a ton of pillow, Sir. Why you must borrow mine? please give it to me"

"What-? Did I just hear SIR KNIGHT ASRAHAN say he can't sleep without his pink pillow? don't worry. I won't tell a soul."

"--!"

Javier moves closer to the bed with a fortress(?) make of pillows. To be honest, the nest- no- the bed looks very comfy and neat but he can't let himself go along with what this trash human planned.

Thank you for reading! :3

[ramblingsfromthytruly]

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she/her

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[aquaquadrant]

chaos theory trailer moodboard (+insane rambling below the cut)

THE INTRO TOOK ME OUT. i’ve literally envisioned what the newscasts/interviews about the nublar six would be like after their return and AUUUGHHHH. “we survived because we had each other” YEA YEA YEA THAT’S IT THAT’S MY FUCKING THESIS FOR THE ENTIRE SERIES SUMMED UP IN A SENTENCE I’M. INSANE. ohhhh i teared up seeing all the kids again, and ben giving the peace sign that’s my boy that’s my fucking son boy 😭😭😭

darius living in an isolated cabin with extensive DIY perimeter warning system and reacting to unexpected visitors with the business end of an electronic prod MY BELOVED. he is traumatized and i’m so so here for it. part of my issue with the epilogue at the end of jwcc was how… well-adjusted they all seemed but of course that was just a BRIEF snapshot to their current lives. i don’t think anyone could go thru what they did and just move on with their lives completely unaffected.

BEN…. either he responded to his trauma by completely immersing himself in gym culture, like many teenage boys, or his work on manta corp island with mae has involved lots of manual labor bc GODDAMN HE GOT BIG. i can’t say i’m a huge fan of his design, i actually prefer the jwcc epilogue ben, but at least they fixed his eyes. and ben and darius have always been one of my fave duos so i will take them in any capacity. even with chad!ben 😔

but the premise has me SO excited. as thrilling and compelling as classic dinosaur danger is, the real villain of the jurassic park franchise has always been humans. human greed, human cruelty. the commodification of science, disrespect of natural law and order, disregard for safety and due diligence. so seeing they’re being targeting by a mysterious someone (daniel???) in a thriller-type story, while dinosaurs ALSO HAPPEN TO BE RUNNING AROUND, has me PUMPED. it’s very in-line with jwcc’s theming so it should feel like a natural continuation.

animation looks about on-par with the first show, and it’ll be neat to see new backgrounds/settings. no hints of any new characters yet, and while it seems like darius and ben’s goal is to warn the other campers, not sure how much we’ll actually get to see of them. sadly i cannot fathom jenna ortega returning to voice brooklyn, she’s been rocketed to an entirely different level thanks to wednesday. i wouldn’t be opposed to a recast if they could make it believable. and GOD i’d love more yasammy to make an appearance 🙏

[where-dreamers-go]

"Sparks Of Rebels" Ezra Bridger x Reader — Part One

(A/N: This takes place during season four in this soulmate au; after episode four. For the sake of storytelling, I made up two planets and some Imperial officers. Warnings: minor angst, canon violence, and use of (Y/F/N) for your first name, (Y/L/N) for your last name, and (Y/N) for your name. Word Count: 7,870 words)

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The galaxy was wide and spacious with systems varying from livable ecosystems to the most uninhabitable. Even in some cities it seemed a difficult place to live lately.

You did your part to help those who needed it. A load of food portions in one town, a crate of medicine for another, and so on. Such was living in the Galactic Empire.

Each trip to a system managed to be calm enough. No suspicious glances your way. No raised alarms.

Your luck turned sour on a Mid Rim planet. Apparently Imperial forces were thorough and extremely present.

Just a simple questioning, you thought as you clenched your hands together in front of you. We’re not even in an office or anything. Places to run and hide. Troopers everywhere though.

You watched as a pair of stormtroopers shoved a civilian away. Free to go it seemed.

“Next.” A stoic Imperial officer announced without glancing up from his datapad.

You stepped forward.

I’m guessing I shouldn’t say ‘hello’.

“ID.”

Reaching into a secure pocket, you managed to slip out your ID card without fumbling.

Another officer, a woman with dark eyes, snatched the card from you. “Commandant, sir.”

A few seconds passed and you knew they were seeing every public file on you. Not just a little never-wracking.

I didn’t do anything wrong.

“You’re a long way from home,” the Commandant said. “Found business out here?”

“The culinary HoloNet has too many recommendations for me to pass by…sir.” You said in as light a tone as you could.

Being calm wouldn’t be good enough, it only made you suspicious.

“There’s this dessert pie that more than a dozen people showed just this week. It has an added layer of dark ch—”

He rose his hand, “That’s enough.”

You nodded.

Eager to please makes some uncomfortable. That’s safe.

“We’ve been having trouble with insurgents entering systems and causing unprovoked chaos in our Imperial cities. We must catch any insurgents before they hurt any citizens.”

Sure, you thought.

He met your gaze. “I will not let any pass into my city.”

“More systems should add these security measures.” You said politely without gagging. An added smile for good measure framed your face.

“Indeed.” The Commandant straightened his back and after a moment made a gesture to the lower ranking officer.

She took back your ID and headed to you once more.

“Then,” continued the man, “you will approve of our new precautions.”

A shiver of cold warning went through your veins.

New precautions?

Gingerly, you retrieved your ID card, but in the same moment the woman grabbed your left wrist in a vice grip. You took a step back.

“Hey. What are you doing?”

She pulled back your jacket’s sleeve.

“It’s all for the good of our beloved Empire,” promised the Commandant. “Let’s see if you can be of service.” He walked over to the pair of you.

Reaching to her hip, the woman pulled out a large sensor you hated to see in the hands of an Imperial. She scanned over a group of unique symbols on your forearm. Unreadable to some.

Kriff. Why would they need to know my soulmate’s name? You thought as anxiety built in your stomach. They can’t read it.

By the surprised expressions on their faces that quickly morphed into sickening grins, you knew it was only good news for them.

Ezra Bridger, what have you done?

. . .

Sitting in the Phantom II, Ezra gazed into the blue sky of Yavin IV in need of peace.

Sure, he was in a growing rebellion, but he required time to sort out his thoughts. His feelings lately that didn’t match his surroundings.

“You want to talk about it?” Kanan asked from behind him as he entered the small ship.

“It doesn’t add up,” Ezra sighed. “Everyone’s safe. No one is even on a mission and I feel like — like something’s wrong.” He turned to Kanan, the man appeared contemplative even while wearing an eye shield mask.

“True, from your perspective. If the Force is trying to tell you something, you need to be more open to listen.”

“More listening,” Ezra scratched his left forearm lightly. “All right.”

“You have to be willing to listen…even if it might not make sense at the time,” Kanan added.

Right. Willing to listen, Ezra thought as he closed his eyes.

Breath evening and deepening, the Jedi opened his mind. All thoughts quieted just as the ship he sat in.

Sitting with his padawan, Kanan joined in the meditation.

In moments of uncertainty, Ezra was grateful to have the members of the Ghost crew. His family. People he cared for who cared for him in return. A closeness that reminded Ezra that he wasn’t alone.

An image flashed through Ezra’s mind and hit him with anxiety.

He gasped.

“What did you see?” Kanan asked.

“Something unexpected. Someone I don’t—no—I know who they are,” Ezra turned to Kanan. “They’re in trouble. I didn’t see their face, but they’re scared. Maybe trapped.”

“Someone from Lothal?”

“No.”

This could be worse, he thought.

Before either Jedi could discuss further, Zeb rushed in through the hatch.

“Hey kid, there’s, uh,” Zeb rubbed the back of his neck uncomfortably. “There’s some intel you should probably know. Hera just got it in.” He pointed behind him.

“Lead the way,” said Kanan as he stood up. “I have a feeling we’ll need to hear this.”

“Right.” Zeb offered Ezra a smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes.

Maybe the news won’t be too bad. If it’s about them.

The three rebels fast-walked, practically trotted, to a briefing room within the ancient building. When they walked in, only Hera, Sabine, and Chopper were present.

What kind of intel is it? Ezra wondered as he noted the lack of people normally occupying the space.

“Ezra,” Hera said softly.

His stomach twisted and Ezra asked, “What happened?”

She exhaled slowly as the crew gathered around the holotable.

No one looked him in the eye and it only made him worry to think of the image he saw. A movement of someone’s arm with ancient symbols, soulmate language. Difficult to read if it wasn’t your own name or of your soulmate.

Is my soulmate in trouble? He almost asked out loud.

“The Empire has been mentioning your name increasingly, Ezra,” Hera announced as she stood near him, “but not because of your last mission.”

He swallowed.

“The Empire has your soulmate, Ezra.”

“Karabast.” Zeb groaned.

Heart sinking, Ezra asked quietly, “How would they even know?”

“The Empire has its ways.” Kanan crossed his arms over his chest. “This is new, even for them.”

“Unfortunately,” Sabine stepped in, “they’ve also acquired some expensive tech.” She pressed a button and a hologram of a bulky datapad-looking device with a scanner displayed itself. “It scans, translates, and inputs soulmate symbols. They could be storing the information for blackmail.”

“When did they get shipments in?” Kanan asked.

“That’s the thing. The Empire doesn’t have any record of purchasing or designing the scanners. No plans. No prototypes. Nothing.”

“Do we know where they have (Y/F/N)?” Ezra inquired, trying to ignore the fluttering feeling in his stomach as he spoke your name in front of everyone.

“Marvis Three. Mid Rim system,” Hera answered. “Comandant Irfon Dawes has been holding (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N) for nearly a week.”

“A week?”

“Probably this Commandant is looking for a promotion.” Zeb growled. “A dirty way to try to catch us.”

“It’s clever, I’ll give him that.” Hera said before glancing to Ezra. “I’m sorry, Ezra.”

“Me too,” the young Jedi murmured.

Placing a hand on Ezra’s shoulder, Kanan asked an important question. “When are we heading out?”

. . .

Kicking your feet in the air above the terrible excuse for a bed, you spent your time away. The dimly lit cell reminded you more and more of how hallow the Empire was. No warmth. No emotion. Lacking creativity.

No entertainment or actual respect for someone being used as bait!

Such was your eighth day locked up in an Imperial building. Not even a prison.

How many Imperial facilities and whatnot have cells? You thought from your odd position on the floor. That’s really messed up. They could throw stormtroopers in on slow days or for messing up on patrols. They’re rotten like that.

Each day, each hour, had you mainly by yourself. Except for specific times of they day when you were given food or escorted to use the refresher. They wanted you alive. Comfort wasn’t in the Empire’s vocabulary or manual. Not for anyone of a lower rank.

Bait remains hidden, you thought, a tease for the true prey. Disgusting. You rolled over and sat up. Would it be so awful if my soulmate came to the rescue? Commandant Dawes would be thrilled. To capture Ezra and the other rebels. You threw your head back. He shouldn’t have to. I’m just one person. What are the odds of me escaping on my own?

How many hours had you stared at the same gray walls imagining great escapes and exciting introductions?

You had nothing better to do.

The worst of those thoughts were ones where your soulmate never showed or the greedy Commandant got exactly what he wanted. Either way, you were sunk. Using your personal guarantee to know who your soulmate was for their own gains sent a fire through you.

Down with the Empire.

. . .

Ezra Bridger was many things and being someone’s soulmate was one he rarely allowed himself to identify with. Years of being alone on Lothal, he didn’t want to give himself false hopes of meeting someone who was lightyears away. It was easier then to ignore his soulmate’s name on his forearm.

Being a Jedi in a rebellion against the Galactic Empire gave Ezra more moments to hope. To dream. To imagine a better future for others as well as himself. Together, much more was possible.

He still wanted to return to Lothal to help. Ezra couldn’t just leave his home in trouble, especially when the danger was the Empire. They’d find a way, he knew that. Their own way not Saw Gerrera’s way of rebelling.

Ezra had to be patient. At least his soulmate didn’t have to be. Every second counted.

Saving you from the hands of Imperials in the middle of what was obviously a trap could be possible. They had more difficult missions in the past.

At least there shouldn’t be an Inquisitors where we’re going, Ezra thought in mild relief. Unless this Dawes guy has been blabbing to show off his plan.

The Ghost was still in hyperspace as Ezra sat on the floor of his shared room. The mission was not merely personal. Marvis Three held large transmitter and data logs for Imperial movement in that sector. Plus any saved soulmate names. A double mission.

Ezra feared there wouldn’t had been an agreement to use resources on a rescue mission for someone unknown in regards to fighting against the Empire.

(Y/F/N) isn’t no one and if the Empire wants them, Ezra thought of his words he used on Yavin Four, we need to save them.

They would save you. Ezra knew that and would hold onto that until you were safely aboard the Ghost. Then the Empire would hopefully take a hint.

And stopping any more Imperials from trying to bait people with their soulmates wouldn’t be bad either.

He exhaled slowly.

Who knew being a rebel meant a lot of waiting?

The door in front of him slid open to reveal Kanan.

“How are you holding up?” The Jedi asked as he stepped into the room. “People usually find their soulmate on their own.”

“We��re talking about soulmates now?”

“If you want.” Kanan shrugged.

Blue eyes peered down to the flooring.

It’s a lot.

“I figured if I ever met my soulmate,” Ezra explained, “it would be a surprise.”

“Too bad the Empire ruined the surprise, huh?”

“Yeah!” Ezra gestured widely. “What if (Y/F/N) ends up hating me because of all this?”

“Hey,” he said reassuringly, “this isn’t your fault. I’m sure they’ll understand. Not to forget, we don’t even know what your soulmate was doing when the Empire grabbed them. Maybe they’ve been rebelling in their own way.”

Ezra’s shoulders lowered. “I haven’t thought of that. The fighting against the Empire part.”

They could be doing anything.

“Do you… Do you think my soulmate would support the rebellion? Everything we’re doing?”

“Only one way to find out.” Kanan said confidently. “And make sure to make a good first impression.”

Squinting up at the Jedi, Ezra said, “I’ll be breaking them out of a cell. That’s kind of a big first impression.”

“No,” he put a hand on his hip, “I meant introduction. Like, what are you going to say when you first meet them?”

“My name…”

Confused by Kanan’s words on what Ezra considered the easy part, the young Jedi stood up.

“Were you trying to give me soulmate advice?” Ezra asked.

“You’ll be fine,” he turned to leave.

“Wait. Did you embarrass yourself when you first met Hera?”

“Forget it.”

Laughing, Ezra followed after Kanan with every intention of questioning Hera later.

But entertaining stories had to wait. Daydreams of introducing you to the whole Ghost crew had to be set aside.

All spirits had to focus.

“Arriving at Marvis Three,” called Hera over the ship’s comm system.

. . .

Not good. Not good. You mentally repeated as two stormtroopers lead you down another hall on a completely different level than the cell you had been bunking in. What else are they planning?

Despite having walked a good distance and a cramped ride on an elevator, you had not seen one view outside. Not even a resemblance of an exit. Even so, the binders on your wrists hindered comfortable walking.

Being moved out of a cell can’t be good. You thought as you continued to follow one trooper as the second walked behind you, both armed with a standard blaster. It’s not like I know anything useful for them.

At the end of the hall two stormtroopers stood guard by a door. Once the three of you reached it, nods were exchanged. If they talked inside of their helmets you didn’t hear.

I’m still bait, right?

The door slid open and you almost groaned.

“Ah. There you are, said the Commandant Dawes clapping his hands together once. “Bring them in. You’re my guest of honor.”

Your two stormtrooper escorts urged you forward into what must be Dawes’ office.

“Should I expect appetizers or a sho?” You questioned rather dryly.

He picked up a tall glass and took a sip before replying, “The show’s just beginning.” With a flick of a finger he deactivated the shade of a long viewport behind his desk.

Outside, backdropped by a blue sky, a small group of ships bobbed and weaved between TIE Fighters. Firing was exchanged as much as they grew closer to the building you stood in.

You took a step closer to the desk.

“Your rebels have come for you. They are mot predictable. Always wanting to try outsmarting the Empire.” Dawes grinned. “They haven’t met me yet.”

They did come, you thought as you couldn’t ear your gaze from the sight in the skies. They are rebels. My soulmate stands against the Empire.

Over the course of the week, Dawes had filled random evenings with cautionary tales about your soulmate and his associates. He found them dull and childish given their lack of loyalty to his beloved Empire.

At the time of Dawes’ little talks, you weren’t sure what information to believe. You were starting to have many rapid realizations as you saw a light freighter going after TIE Fighters.

“Eventually they’ll have to land as per our instructions,” the Commandant took another sip of his drink, “after all this frivolous business is over with. Then I’ll be making the call to Lord Vader. Like to see a grand admiral do that.”

A cold, sickening feeling filled your stomach and sunk to your legs.

“I have over thirty stormtroopers ready by Landing Pad Two. If they want to land here, they must cooperate.”

“What will you do with them?”

“Capture them,” he assured you with a smile. “Announced and deliver the rebels to Lord Vader—or the Emperor himself. After heavy interrogation of course. Can’t leave other criminals out there.”

Your gaze hardened on the man.

Loyal to the Empire all right.

“What’s in it for you?” You questioned, voice stronger.

“Full of questions today, aren’t you? Just watch the fun. I’ll let you see your soulmate eventually. Maybe during interrogation. You can tell Ezra Bridger all about those culinary holos. How’s that sound?” Dawes taunted.

“Fantastic,” you answered sarcastically.

“Let’s make this more exciting, shall we?”

. . .

“Let’s make it fast,” Kanan ordered into his comms, “they’re giving Phoenix Squadron a warm welcome.”

“Roger that, Spectre-One,” came Sabine’s voice.

“You got it?”

“Almost,” Ezra announced before successfully slicing open a door.

Both Jedi ducked inside the Imperial building fully alert.

On the opposite side fo the large building, Zeb and Sabine left the Phantom Two with Chopper under the ledge of a lower part of the multi-sided building. They were to download and erase data from Dawes’ operation. Too personal for his rank.

Ezra and Kanan on the other hand were making their way down to the lower cell block. For all the sides the building had, its layout was pretty straight forward. Like a stack of grids or how the Empire usually stores crates. Nothing exciting.

With more attention being held by Hera and the few volunteers from Phoenix Squadron, the Jedi hoped to slip in before security realized their breach.

“This is totally a trap, right?” Ezra asked in a near whisper.

“Yeah.” Kanan answered as they came to a stop at an interior door. “Probably heavily armored.”

“A dozen or more bucketheads.”

They opened the door and were instantly met with an intersection. No stormtroopers in sight. Yet.

“Yeah. This is definitely a trap,” Kanan muttered.

Closing his eyes, Ezra reached out into the Force. Most of the cells were empty, but only one had multiple being stationed there.

“Right hall. Plenty of bucketheads.”

“Got it.”

Taking point, Kanan passed the threshold and turned where Ezra indicated.

Both Jedi grabbed their individual lightsaber as the next door they approached slid open.

No less than eight Imperial stormtroopers.

Huh, Ezra thought, I thought they’d have more down here to stop us.

“Jedi?” One stormtrooper shouted from the back of the group as they took offensive positions.

Surprise!

“It will be a lot easier on you guys if you just s—”

PEW PEW PEW

Blaster fire lit up the dull hallway and the Jedi all ready had their lightsabers moving. Block, redirecting, and deflecting each bolt that came too close. Blurs of red, green, and blue. All movements and a scene similar to other moments of fighting back against the Empire.

This was different. Personal on a level Ezra had never known. Members of the Ghost crew had been captive and prisoners before, most in the hands of Imperials. This time the Empire was playing dirty. They had Ezra’s soulmate.

Ezra hadn’t even met you yet and some Imperial had the nerve to use you to lure them in? The Imperial’s motive were clear. Why else ‘leak’ information such as a name and location of Ezra Bridger’s soulmate?

The rebels needed to save you and destroy any saved data on citizens’ soulmates. Annoying an Imperial officer in the process would be a bonus.

“Ahh!”

Using the Force, Ezra had pushed three stormtroopers against the wall as well as one another.

A flourish of blue light and a red blaster bolt had a stormtrooper dropping a blaster. Kanan pushed that trooper further down the hall.

Four more to go, Ezra thought a millisecond before he leapt up to the wall and pushed off towards the closest white armored being. In a blink of an eye and a breath, that stormtrooper cushioned Ezra’s landing.

Offensive position compromised and barely hanging on, one would think the Imperials might surrender. These few didn’t. Their next minute of trying to overpower the two Jedi was commendable, but ended with possible concussions.

“All right,” Kanan said. “Deep breath.”

No time, Ezra thought as he busied himself unlocking the cell door. I can be nervous about what to say to (Y/N) later.

A hiss of the door sounded and Ezra about tripped into the cell trying to get inside fast enough. Luckily his lightsaber was clipped to his belt.

Karabast, he thought as he caught himself and looked to the person sitting on the flat cot with crossed arms.

The person wore an orange Imperial prisoner jumpsuit, black shoes, and an impatient expression on their face.

“Hey, we came to get you out of here.” Ezra announced. “I’m Ezra and,” he gestured behind him, “that’s Kanan.”

“(Y/N).” They said plainly as they stood up. “You took care of the Imperial stormtroopers?”

“Yeah and there will probably be more. Let’s go.” Kanan urged.

“Right.” Ezra shook his thoughts clear. There was a mission still to finish and he couldn’t keep looking at his possibly tired soulmate. He couldn’t blame them with the situation they were in.

Before Ezra could add any commentary, (Y/N) had walked passed him.

The warmth and excited sparks of meeting his soulmate dropped as they didn’t so much as glance at him.

We need to leave. It’s fine, he told himself. Not everyone smiles during a rescue. With those thoughts in mind, he followed after them.

Leading the way with determined steps, (Y/N) left the prisoner area and started towards an elevator.

At least they know where they’re going.

“If we hurry we can get out of here before they bring out surprises.” Kanan said before the lift door opened.

Without a word, (Y/N) walked in and turned to the control panel. Their fingers hit for level six.

“Actually,” Ezra announced politely, “we need to go to level three for a pick-up.”

“Level six is better,” they insisted in a curtly tone. Their body blocked the controls.

“Why would it be better?” Asked Kanan. Clearly he was just as confused as Ezra in that moment.

They just really want to leave, I guess.

“I have heard Imperials talk about it. Low security this time of day.”

How would they know what time it is?

“You heard them while in your cell?” Kanan crossed his arms.

“They were loud in that echoing hallway.”

“Okay…” Ezra sensed something was off as he finally said something. He glanced down to the light reflecting off of their black boots.

“But we’re still going to level three,” Kanan stated firmly. “We have a plan.”

“No. This is the way out,” they countered with tension in their jaw. “I’ve been here long enough to know that, Jedi.”

Kanan stepped forward and hit a button. The elevator stopped smoothly.

“How would you know the way out if you’ve been in a cell this whole time?” Ezra asked uncomfortably. Fear of deception crept up on him.

Something was wrong. The disconnect he felt between himself and (Y/N). Their tidiness and aloofness despite being a prisoner.

Ezra rolled up his left sleeve forcefully and displayed his arm to the stranger. “Does this mean anything to you?”

They only glanced at the soulmate mark before a frown appeared on their face.

“So,” said Kanan, “is the real trap on level six?”

. . .

Viewing spaceships battling from one of the top floors of the building gave almost too good of height advantage. No other structure near by blocked the sights.

Indoors the view wasn’t much better. Not wen it was Imperial.

“Are all troopers in position?” Commandant Dawes inquired over a comm. His other hand picked from a cheese board that had been brought in to his office earlier. “Excellent. I’m sure those pesky rebels are on their way. Keep me updated.”

Why are people like this? You wondered in confused disgust. And he’s enjoying it like a special event.

The Commandant leaned back in his chair behind his desk. It wouldn’t surprise you if he rested his feet up either. Overly confident imperials were good at making themselves comfortable it seemed. An annoying trait.

At least me refusing to sit in a chair annoys him. You shifted from one foot to the other. Who can sit while watching all of this? Who could smile when you don’t know the outcome of this mess? Your shoulders dropped. None of this would’ve happened if I stayed home or went somewhere else.

You peered up to the half-eaten cheeses and frowned.

“What did you mean by the rebels being on their way? Their ships are right there.” You gestured to the window.

He chuckled.

Please stop.

“My dear (Y/N).”

You grimaced and fought the urge to gag.

“You don’t know much about these rebels, do you? They’re traitors for one. You should know that much.” He paused for your response, but you only blinked. “Now, these radically dangerous rebels are capable of much destruction. These in particular,” he pointed towards the light freighter, “of the Ghost are highly sought after.”

“They’re a prize to you?” You fumed and took a step closer to the desk. “They’re people.”

“They are traitors of the Galactic Empire,” he chided. “You would do well not to join them.”

“It’s hard to do anything inside of a cell against my will.”

Sitting up straighter, Dawes gave you a hard look. One that reminded you that two stormtroopers stood guard just about twenty feet behind you at the door. A reminder that you were the only one wearing the binders as prisoner. Authority in an office for overseeing the city. A threat to everything you knew.

I’m not walking out of here if he wins.

If you had lost your appetite walking into the office, you sure didn’t have one with those thoughts.

Renewed with his smugness, Commandant Dawes relaxed with another bite of cheese. He activated his comms again.

“Did you capture the rebels in the data storage?”

Silence.

He sat up and repeated himself.

Data? Are they stealing intel?

Dawes fiddled with his comm and asked in a strained voice, “Have you detained the rebels on level six?”

Nothing on that channel came in response.

Panic lit in his beady eyes.

Behind him, you had a glimpse of the spaceships. More specifically, the sheer lack of TIE fighters.

Hope blossomed in your chest.

Whoa. Rebels mean business, you thought with a smirk. No wonder the Empire takes them seriously.

“Oh, wipe that smile off your face. If your soulmate is somewhere in here, Ezra Bridger will be t—”

Muffled blaster fire made both of you jump.

You turned and the sounds only continued as the stormtroopers by the door had their blasters aimed at the closed door.

“So…,” you started to ask, “was having stormtroopers stationed outside your office meant to prevent rebels from finding it?”

“No!” Dawes growled.

Breathe, you reminded yourself as your heartbeat sped up its rhythm. Cautious as a civilian, you moved to stand a couple of steps away from the side of Dawes’ desk. Please be the rebels. You can do it! Come on.

Blaster fire ceased beyond the door.

The amount of adrenaline pumping through you left you trembling slightly. Anticipation of anything in the next few moments.

Please.

Again, you jumped, startled as blaster fire started. You didn’t even see anyone in the doorway when the door opened.

As terrifying as loyal stormtroopers could be, were they more dangerous when angry or desperate?

Your chest rose and fell as you watched on.

Red blaster fire hitting the wall in the hallway. Dawes yelled for the pair of stormtroopers to switch to stun, but they weren’t listening. Driven by anger and fear.

“Use stun, you idiots!” Barked the Commandant.

When they obeyed, a silence followed. A precious pause from violence. An opportunity.

In a second, a young man appeared at the threshold and extended both hands in front of him. The pair of stormtroopers flew backward through the air and into the empty chairs. Nothing had touched them.

You hardly registered Commandant Dawes’ shouting, incoherent as it was. Your gaze and wonder had fixated on the dark-haired and blue-eyed young man walking into the room. If his burnt orange jacket didn’t grab your attention first, it was the knowledge that he must had moved those troopers.

“You must be Commandant Dawes,” said a taller man as he entered wearing an eye shield of a sort you weren’t familiar. He held a metal cylinder in his right hand.

Are they both…?

“Stay where you are.” Dawes raised a blaster pistol in your direction.

“Whoa.” You rose your linked hands up. Is this guy serious?

“Hey, they don’t need to be involved in this,” urged the youth in orange as he took a step closer to you. He too had his hands raised defensively.

“They all ready are, Bridger,” sneered Dawes.

“Ezra?” You gasped quietly, gaze back on the young man. Apologetic blue eyes regarded you sympathetically.

“Give yourselves up and I won’t dispose of (Y/N).”

WHAT? Your heartbeat thudded in your ears.

“That sounds like a good deal…for you,” said the man with the eye shield. Wearing earth tones in the middle of the room made him stand out almost as much as Ezra.

“A great deal for the Empire,” added Commandant Dawes peering over to the man, “and once you tell your crew to surrender the ISB will take you in. It’s all arranged.”

Slowly as Dawes had been speaking, Ezra took three steps towards you. His blue eyes were set on the only standing Imperial.

“How about I add in a bonus?”

“How generous,” sassed the rebel man.

“The kids can have one conversation. They’re soulmates and (Y/N) led you all here.” Dawes regarded you coldly. “Think of it as a reward.”

“I think we’ll take option three.” Ezra announced a second before he was blocking all your view.

WHAM

“Ahhgh.”

“Nice try,” said the rebel man, “but we have better offers.”

“What happened?” You whispered.

“Oh,” Ezra stepped aside and turned to you.” Kanan pushed him against the window.”

You glanced between the transparasteel and Kanan.

“Uh…there’s a desk there. How did he reach?”

“He used the Force,” he smiled. “Like how I knocked out those bucketheads.” Ezra went to the desk and searched it.

“Force.” You felt your breathing slow. Your vision narrowed to a random area on his orange jacket. “You’re Jedi.”

“Yeah.” Ezra walked back to you and removed the binders from your wrists.

“You’re Jedi.”

“I think your soulmate’s in shock,” Kanan warned.

Shock, you thought in a near daze. Jedi. My soulmate is a Jedi and a rebel.

“A Jedi.”

“Hey,” Ezra placed a gloved hand on your shoulder. “We’re the good guys.”

You nodded.

“Scum.” Commandant Irfon Dawes spat.

You frowned.

How dare that man insult the people who were saving you? He, the one who had threatened you and used you as leverage again. They hadn’t said one rude word to him.

“We’ve been called worse.” Said Kanan, grabbing his commlink.

“Traitors. All of you!”

“You’re the traitor,” you spat at the man. “You betray the well being of everyone in the galaxy by only searching for ways to benefit yourself.”

“You’re young. You’ll learn that you can only trust yourself.” Dawes held his head in pain.

Stepping up to the desk, you nabbed your few belongings and placed them in their respectable pockets.

“You’re old enough,” Ezra replied, “maybe you’ll learn that’s where the Empire fails. You only think of yourselves.”

Dawes glared at the pair of you.

Serves him right. Trying to blackmail soulmates.

“Let’s go.” Kanan ordered.

The three of you rushed out of the office. Stormtroopers littered the flooring.

“Spectre Two, we got the package. On our way out.”

“Spectre?” You inquired.

“Yeah,” Ezra answered as he evened his pace with yours. “Our ship’s the Ghost.”

“Oh,” you laughed. The sound almost surprised you.

Time locked up by the Empire was too much.

“I’m Ezra by the way.” He smiled.

“Hi. I’m (Y/N). It’s great to meet you.”

“I bet.” Ezra’s eyes widened. “Because you needed help. Not because I’m…me.”

“I’m glad either way.”

Free to leave from the greedy grasp of Commandant Dawes and be with your soulmate. How could it not make you utterly ecstatic?

“This way,” Kanan turned down an unfamiliar hall.

Those two knew where they were going. All you had to worry about was keeping up.

In a couple of minutes, all of you came upon an exterior door and you had your first glimpse of the outside world since being locked up. Outside air and even the rush as you continued forward refreshed you.

From above a small vessel came close to the platform the three of you found yourselves on. It didn’t land. The back opened with a short boarding ramp.

“Come on!” A gruff voice shouted from within.

Quick, long strides and the three of you were on board the shuttle craft. Quite spacious for a compact vessel.

“Let’s get back to the Ghost before reinforcements arrive.” Kanan stood behind the pilot’s seat as the ship took off toward the sky.

The pilot wore wonderfully colored armor. “I may have left them a few surprises.”

“Heh. They deserve it,” said a tall purple being by the hatch, “you should’ve seen the amount of soulmate profiles they stashed, Kanan. It’s despicable.”

Beside you, Ezra swung down two seats for the both of you.

That Dawes guy wanted to do this to others? Was I even the first? You thought as you sat down.

Buildings gave way to the sky then to the dark vastness of space. The curved viewport offered you a view of distant stars and four ships. Three of the four were fighters. Largest of the bunch and in direct sight of the vessel was a light freighter.

“Is that the Ghost?” You asked quietly into Ezra’s shoulder.

Your soulmate offered you a smile. “Yeah.”

“Don’t worry,” said the purple guy.

Your eyes shifted and realized his words were directed to you.

“We’ll lose those Imperials before they can —”

beep beep

“TIE fighters.” Indicated the pilot.

“What?” Ezra almost jumped out of his seat.

“Phantom Two get moving.” A commanding voice came over the comm.

Your hands gripped either side of the seat as the shuttle craft really accelerated.

Complaining beeps and other binary language gave colorful input over the comm.

“Not now, Chopper,” Kanan chided.

Okay, just breathe. They have everything under control. You thought as the pilot started docking the vessel to the Ghost. You were perhaps thankful not to see where the TIEs actually were. Your heart could only handle so much between threats, sound of blaster fire, and running away.

Locking mechanisms could be heard as it vibrated from underneath the shuttle.

“We’re in,” announced the pilot sounding a touch relieved.

“We’re jumping. Hang on,” said the commanding voice.

Outside the viewport, the stars lengthened into bright lines until the ship jumped. Swirls of a hyperspace lane filled the outside view.

Muscles relaxing, you finally felt the light fatigue from the stress settling in.

You exhaled.

“Told yah we’d lose ‘em,” the tall being smirked.

“It could had been a Star Destroyer,” said Kanan. “We’re lucky that guy was wanting to hand us over as a surprise and didn’t brag.”

“He wanted to deliver you to some Lord Vader,” you said softly.

All eyes turned to you in alarm.

“Karabast. He really wanted a promotion.”

“But we all go out fine, Zeb. We did a good thing destroying people’s private data.”

Zeb is the tall purple guy. Got it. Kanan, mask. Zeb, purple.

“Come on, we can do debrief and introductions all together,” Kanan ushered everyone towards the hatch on the floor.

One by one, you all went down the ladder into the larger ship. Ezra followed after you. Your personal guide through the freighter.

Inside of a spacious area with some seating made a noticeable change in the crew. Tensions weren’t high and you caught half a handful of smirks passed around. Amused or playful in nature, you weren’t sure.

Okay. You breathed more calmly as you stood by Ezra by the couch. Now what?

Subtle sounds of motors perked your attention. An orange and off-white astromech droid rolled into the room heading straight towards you.

Whirls and beeps followed.

I think that was a question?

“Hi,” you greeted. Better to start off simply.

A more chipper set of binary came from the droid.

“This is Chopper.” Ezra chuckled. “Chop, this is (Y/N).”

Lower whoops from Chopper had Ezra rubbing the back of his neck.

“Yeah.”

You suppressed a smile when you heard Chopper’s laugh.

Poor Ezra, you thought.

It was then the final crew member entered the room from the cockpit. A green twi’lek in an orange jumpsuit.

“Did I miss anything?” She asked.

“Nah. Chopper got a head start embarrassing Ezra,” Kanan replied with a growing smile.

“It’s good to see everyone all right.” Her light eyes, colors of a warm sea, landed on you with a curious warmth. “I’m Hera.”

“Hi, I’m (Y/N).” You fiddled with your fingers, “I…um. Thank you.”

Hera smiled.

“Hey, we’re glad we found you before that Commandant Dawes had any more ideas.” Kanan said. “I’m Kanan by the way.”

Before you could say something clever, the tall being spoke up.

“And I’m Zeb.”

Zeb. Right. Got it. You thought a bit more confidently. So many names.

“Sabine.” The young woman in armor introduced herself briefly.

“Hi.” Your neck warmed with all the attention. “I’m glad to meet all of you. Thankful. Truly.”

“What Dawes was trying to do was low. Even for the Empire.” Hera said with a level of distaste that only came form someone who was forced to deal with aspects of the Empire not every citizen faced.

“Hera,” Sabine said warily, “their system had over a hundred profiles of soulmates saved form just this week alone. We weren’t able to find where they keep the scanners.”

“It might be better to find the manufacturer,” Kanan advised. “Stop them at the source.”

“And we will,” Hera promised, “but there are others that we must help first. The cause is important. We have to take priorities first.”

The Rebellion was more than a group of individuals annoying Imperials. They stood up for those who could not defend themselves against the atrocities of the Empire. Rebels sought freedom for everyone. They cared for individuals, even people they would never meet in person.

That knowledge hit you like a wall. Obvious and solid.

How many other people—cities—have they helped?

“We’re on our way to our base. We take a few precautionary detours first, but I need to ask: Is there anyone waiting for you at home or back on Marvis Three?”

Beside you, Ezra didn’t move. No one so much as murmured.

“I was on my own on Marvis Three. I didn’t plan on being there more than a few hours.” You answered timidly. “But there are people at home, but…won’t the Empire have eyes on them now?” You asked worriedly.

“With how much they put into trying to catch us, I honestly wouldn’t doubt it.” Hera explained.

“It would be safer for me to not go home to Triea Two?”

“I’m sorry. The Empire doesn’t make it easy for anybody.”

Your shoulders fell. That wasn’t exactly what you hoped to hear.

“Hey,” said Zeb, “think of it this way: The Commandant’s plan backfired.”

“Literally,” added Sabine with a satisfied smirk.

Your eyebrows rose, “Did you blow something up?”

“I did and it was beautiful.”

Oh!

“She really likes painting,” Ezra murmured to you.

“It’s art. The Empire has the perfect canvas.”

“Commandant Dawes’ office was boring enough,” you mentioned. “Before being rescued. The most colorful thing in there was the snacks he had ordered.”

“Whoa. Wait a minute.” Ezra turned to you more. “Was he eating while waiting for us?”

“His office had a good view of all the ships…” You said slowly and awkwardly.

The guy was a confident jerk. You didn’t want to relive and admit it.

“Wow and on that note,” Ezra cleared his throat. “I’m going to grab something to drink. Do you want anything?” Blue eyes studied you for a moment.

You nodded. Being kept in a cell and then Dawes’ office didn’t leave you time for a late afternoon snack. Plus all that running left you thirsty.

“Cool.”

“All right,” Hera said giving Ezra a look you didn’t understand. “We have time before we come out of hyperspace.”

“Got it.”

Following Ezra into the Ghost’s pantry was a short and quiet event. No one else entered.

Once the door shut, you let out a shaky breath.

You were somewhere new and a little nervous. One trip was a stumble into your soulmate’s life and the rebellion. That was a lot.

Ezra filled two cups as you sat on the nearest bench on your right.

“This happened really fast.” Ezra said as he handed you a drink of water and sat on the opposite bench.

“Yeah.”

Drinking water hit the spot. It also saved you by filling in the silence.

“So… What were you doing when the Empire grabbed you?”

“Nothing illegal.” You offered a small smile.

“Oh?”

“I was supposed to meet someone.”

“Oh.” His shoulders dropped.

“A contact for information,” you clarified quickly. “I needed to know if there were people on Marvis Three who really needed food.”

“You donate food?”

“I work near a factory that produces food pouches. They can’t sell any scratched or damaged goods. Even if the food inside is completely fine. One of the workers there gives me what they normally throw out.” You explained with a humble shrug. “The Empire shouldn’t miss their trash.”

Ezra’s grin made your heart leap.

It’s not much, but it helps others.

“I guess you’re a rebel after all,” he leaned his arms on the table between you both. “And they grabbed you for, what, just showing up?”

“Yes. I took a public transport.”

His face scrunched up in bewilderment.

“New security measures. He wanted to catch rebels before anything happened. And scan people’s soulmate’s names. It translates pretty fast and…they definitely recognized your name. Dawes broke into a creepy grin and everything.”

“The Commandant was there?”

“He’s very invested,” you grimaced. “And annoying.”

“And crazy. He went to blast you.”

“And you popped up in front of me. You could’ve gotten hurt.” You chided.

“I would’ve been fine. Trust me.” He tilted his head with striking blue eyes emanating some secret knowledge.

He moved those stormtroopers. He was blocking me from Dawes faster than I blinked.

“With the Force?” You asked timidly.

Ezra nodded with a friendly smile.

“So,” you rolled back your sleeve and freely showed your soulmate’s name, “the Empire knows you’re a Jedi?”

“Pretty much.”

“If I would have looked up your name on the HoloNet…?” You pointed to your arm.

He breathed out a laugh. “Uh, you would’ve probably read some angry Imperial propaganda or seen my wanted poster.”

“Didn’t know my soulmate was so popular,” you teased.

Ducking his head, Ezra almost knocked over his cup when trying to grab it.

You said nothing in commentary. In turn, it gave you an opportunity to take in more of his appearance and the reality of the situation.

Dark hair slicked back, two scars were visible along his left cheekbone. A sign of past adventures or danger in Ezra’s life.

Did that mean Ezra had seen worse things in the Empire? Scary things? People, creatures, or even technology?

Coming up from his minor embarrassment, Ezra rested his chin on his hand.

You tilted your head, a curious and silent invitation for more conversation.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “This is still a little crazy for me to actually be talking with you.”

“Same here.”

“I’ve lived on Lothal most of my life until I ran into those guys.” Ezra gestured towards the door. “I was on my own—living for just me.” His shoulders seemed to lower as he spoke through memories. “I tried not to think about how low the possibilities were of meeting you. If you were on Lothal I would’ve known. So I didn’t.”

“Save yourself from disappointment.”

He nodded.

“A little better now though?” You offered with a half shrug.

“Much better. Oh. And,” he gestured with both hands, “Dawes had put some random Imperial in your cell to pretend to be you.”

You blinked. “He what now?”

“Someone dressed in an Imperial prison jumpsuit and polished boots tried leading me and Kanan into a trap.”

“How’d you figure it wasn’t me? Did they refuse to show their mark?”

“A few things. Let’s just say Imperials don’t make great actors. And they had no interest in seeing your name.”

Tapping your fingers against the cup, you internally debated. Only shortly.

“May I… Is it okay if I see it?”

Blue eyes widened for a fraction of a second. Then like routine, Ezra removed the armguard that held his commlink and pushed up his orange sleeve.

“How’s that?” He angled his forearm closer to you for easier viewing.

A grin spread across your face saying more than you knew how. Looking at Ezra’s arm, it was difficult to see the markings, the soulmate language, as anything other than your name.

It’s so weird finally seeing it, you thought. He’s real and everything.

You chuckled lightly as you peered into his blue eyes, “This is going to take me a while to get used to.” “You could stay with us,” Ezra offered softly. “You could join the rebellion if that’s something you want to do?”

You exhaled. That would be a huge step. Can’t go home.

“Do I get to help more people?”

“Yeah. That’s what we do. All of us. Together.”

“And we could hang out too? If we can? Between rebel duties.”

His eyes lit up. “We can. You could watch me train, if you want to.” Ezra grinned, leaning closer. “I could show you some cool stuff I’ve learned.”

“That’d be cool. And… I could show you what I’ve learned.”

“Like what?”

You smiled. “I technically have a job back home, Ezra, and I may have learned a few things not directly related to selling chocolate.”

“Are you sure we can’t visit your home planet?” Ezra laughed.

Sudden, new, and surprising could be the main general takeaways from finally meeting your soulmate. Knowing that given the times you both lived in, Ezra and yourself were in for quite an introduction to living with your soulmate.

But it should be fun too, right?

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[silenceofthewave]

[A SOUNDWAVE ROLEPLAY BLOG]

– This is a multi-verse roleplay and ask blog.

– Soundwave's character is a mixture between TF Prime and TF One. It's frame is consistent with Prime, which means it has the visor, datacables and creature like quality (hence the it/its pronouns).

– This blog does not shy away from shitposting, but don't let that scare you! I enjoy literature RP just as much, and always welcome discussion when opening new threads.

– Feel free to DM me! I am open to DM RPs as well as discussion! I'm here to make friends and have a good time :)

– Author is 24 years old, and does not shy away from NSFW topics. This includes smut, but also extends to violence, robogore, and the like. I understand I interact with minors, and I am always very careful to ensure they are not exposed to anything explicit. If you are interested in explicit RP, it MUST be kept to DMs for this purpose. I also need assurance that you Are above 18+ in order to engage in this way.

– Due to the multiverse nature of the blog, this is also multi-ship! I am willing to consider anyone who has good chemistry with Soundwave, but my otps are MegaSound, SoundOP, StarSound and WaveWave.

- Header image by kibermonakh

[RULES]

– Please put as much effort as I do into our RPs. It's frustrating writing out a big reply only to get a paragraph back. (This ofc does not apply to shitposting.)

– Minors are free to interact, but please keep in mind that I am particular and reserve the right to stop a RP if its veering into territory I'm not comfortable with. (as are you!! and this applies to all RPs)

– Please reach out to me before starting a big thread, and please keep in contact throughout so we can stay on the same page.

– OCs are welcome!

– Please send asks! Soundwave loves them. But, please do not flood my ask box. I assure you, I've seen it, and it will be answered.

– If you want to start an RP through an ask, please make sure we are mutuals. My notifications get flooded very easily and I am currently trying to work out a management system for them.

– To piggyback off that, if I missed a response from you please either Tag me in the comments of the thread, OR send me a DM with the link to your response. Like I said, my notifications are a MESS, and I know it's very likely for me to miss something.

– Since this has been a problem before, please please please don't purposefully flood my notifications. While I am Committed to the Bit, it's very overwhelming and buries replies. I appreciate the humor, but it's one of the few times I'll say something is unnecessary.

[UNIVERSES]

– 1024.14 Tau: The Chaos Verse

Lovingly called The Chaos Universe, this is where Soundwave gets to shitpost for fun and free. Soundwave has never known peace a day in its life in this universe. Soundwave speaks freely, using the typical "Soundwave: [sentence]" format.

Tagged as u 1024.14

Shipped with @/Lord-Starscream

- 1024.15 Tau: Revival

The Revival Universe currently focuses on the journey to bring Soundwave's cassettes back, utilizing Shockwave's cloning techniques. Angst and grief abound, Soundwave finds itself questioning everything thing it knows about itself. Soundwave has gone mute due to the grief of losing its beloved Cassettes, and instead uses others voices to speak. Still, it finds it has trouble voicing its true thoughts and feelings.

Tagged as u 1024.15

Eventually to be shipped with @/dailydoseoflogic

[HEADCANONS]

Soundwave thoroughly enjoys human music and art. It even has a hacked Spotify account and will listen to music while its flying, alone, or even share it with those closest to it.

Soundwave has managed to get itself connected to the internet, and will regularly do internet searches on things it is unfamiliar with. It also enjoys watching movies and videos.

Soundwave has a strong EM field, which it uses to hone its telepathy, and occasionally share emotions it cannot express.

Soundwave is not emotionless. It feels a lot, actually, but cannot express that.

It uses many emoticons to express what it's feeling, all with their own different meanings.

Soundwave's telepathy is touch based.

Before the war, Soundwave was a gladiator with Megatron. It honed its skills and life long friendship with the Decepticon leader in the pits of Kaon. It trusts Megatron with its life because of their shared experiences. Its loyalty to the Decepticon cause runs deeper than politics.

Soundwave loves its Cassettes. It will put itself in the line of fire to protect them, and will protect them even if it means certain death. In the universes where its Cassettes have gone offline, it's extremely vengeful and will stoop to murder to avenge its beloveds.

The Cassettes were built by Soundwave's own servos. A sliver of its spark splits off, and it only has a few days to build a spark chamber, the beginnings of a protoform and install an internal repair system. The process is extremely time and resource intensive, hence why it has not made new Cassettes during the war.

Further headcanons that appear on the blog are tagged as #soundwave lore

[TAGS]

#u 1024.14 - The Chaos Verse

#u 1024.15 - Revival

#Soundwave: <3 - usually used on neat artwork that i, and by extension soundwave, enjoys

#TheWaves - wavewave art, headcanons, general posting

#SoundAmongTheStars - StarSound art, headcanons, general posting

#Soundwave: >:( - usually used in RP to denote displeasure or anger

#Soundwave: Loves Its Cassettes - exactly what it sounds like, mostly artwork ft the Cassettes

#Soundwave: :( - Usually used in RP to denote some kind of sadness

#nightlygreeting - my sign off posts

#admin babbles - i enjoy yapping sometimes