#the rewrite will sabe them….

[crittersandmorecritters]

So I ended up making some rewrites of the (infamous, probably) gang of misfits known as FrownyFox and the Forgotten Critters from Gametoons. I don’t have a lot for them but rewriting them is something I want to do, more or less. I am also throwing the entire lore out of the window and putting them in a fictional movie universe because I think it would work! Making them like rivals or henchmen to the “big bad”.

[rollinginmoondust]

The Longest Night

Day 3 of @starwarssapphicweek Hand kisses/Only one bed with Padmé x Sabé

Slipping into the duvets, Padmé watched as Sabé cleaned up the make-up jewellery, hair pieces and clothes. She was determined not to fall asleep before Sabé had joined her, but it was gaining in difficulty as her eyelids kept slipping closed.

“I’m here milady.” The murmurs came from above Padmé, “You can sleep, I’m here.” 

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[adrienneleclerc]

Hello, darling! 🫶🏻 You could write more about Charles Leclerc x Hispanic/Latina! Reader x Alexandra Saint Mleux I don't know maybe you see a second part of "The Happy Throuple"

Hello, querida! So there is already a second part of “The Happy Throuple” and its called "Nobody Everybody Knows", its on my masterlist right next to "The Happy Throuple" so you could go ahead an read that. But here is the third installment of your favorite Throuple

Family Meeting

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Hispanic/Latina! Reader x Alexandra Saint Mleux

Summary: the first time all three sets of parents meet each other.

Warning: spelling and grammatical errors

A/N: I hope everyone is enjoying the happy throuple story, there are many more installments such as a gender reveal party, shopping for the baby, decorating the baby’s room and figuring out a name, having Pascale and Alexandra’s mom host a baby shower, Charles proposing, giving birth to the baby, the classic struggles of being first time parents, the wedding, the baby’s first birthday, the baby’s first trip around the paddock, Leo and the baby being besties, the baby being a toddler, BIG PLANS but I expect everyone to be patient because planning it out does take time. Anything about Alexandra I pure made it up and I am SO UPSET because I had to rewrite the majority of the fanfic because it didn’t fucking save!!

(You know what’s FASCINATING? Becky G, Charles, and Alexandra were probably at the SAME LAKERS GAME!!!!!! My mind is BLOWN)

Y/N has met Alexandra’s parents when her and Alexandra first became roommates. Charles and Alexandra met each other’s parents when they first started dating. However, neither met Y/N’s parents and Y/N hasn’t met Charles’s mom, but she has met his brothers.

So Charles came up with a brilliant plan to fly Y/N’s parents out to Monaco so everyone can meet. Her parents said yes immediately. Charles was already nervous about picking up Y/N’s parents from the Nice Airport, Y/N riding shotgun obviously, she’s 7 weeks pregnant.

“Muñeco, this was your idea, relax.” Y/N said.

“How can I relax? The first time I’m meeting your parents is because I got you pregnant! Screw making good first impression, all your dad is going to see is the man that knocked up his 22 year old daughter.” Charles said, parking the car in the airport parking lot.

“Alexandra is preparing the apartment for our parents, she took Leo out for a walk and gave him a bath, he should be clean and wearing a cute little bow tie.” Y/N said. Both of them got out of the car, Y/N kisses him. “Everything will be fine.” They got out of the car and entered the terminal her parents say they were going to arrive in. “I’m gonna get some Dunkin’ for my mom, you okay to wait here?”

“Yeah of course, mon ange, here’s my card.” Charles said, giving Y/N his credit card. Y/N kissed his cheek before going to Dunkin’ and Charles waited for Y/N's parents to arrive. When Y/N was in line at Dunkin', some people asked for photos with her, same with Charles. Y/N was walking back with an iced coffee in hand and some donuts when her parents arrive with suitcases.

"Ay mija por favor, estás embarazada, no puedes tomar café, ya sabes eso." Her mom scolded her. Please, you’re pregnant, you can’t drink coffee, you know that

"Mami, lo compre para ti." Y/N said. I bought this for you

"Ay gracias, princesa, te quiero mucho." Her mom said, hugging and kissing Y/N on the cheek before taking the coffee. "Presentanos Y/N, no seas maleduducada." Thank you princess, I love you so much. Introduce us, Y/N, don’t be rude

"Mami, Papi, this is Charles Leclerc, my boyfriend." Y/N said.

"Pleasure to meet you." Charles said, leaning in for a hug with Y/N's mom and shaking Y/N's dad's hand.

"Nice to meet you too Charles, I'm Macarena, this is Jorge." Macarena said.

"Y donde esta la flacucha esa?" Jorge asked. Where is she

"Papi! Ella esta en el apartamento, ya vamonos." Y/N scolded her father. Charles helped with the luggage and they got into the biggest car he owned. She’s in the apartment, let’s go

“So how long have you been dating Y/N?” Jorge asked

“About a year.” Charles replied.

“Y la flacucha esa?” Jorge asked again.

“Papi!” Y/N scolded her father.

“Ay perdón! How long have you been dating Alexandra?” Jorge asked.

“A little over a year.” Charles replied.

“And what made you think you yourself ‘you know what, I would like two girlfriends, that’d be great’, hm?” Jorge asked and Macarena hit his shoulder.

“Actually Alexandra was the one that liked Y/N first. Alex would invite Y/N on our shopping trips and when she would leave me alone with Y/N, we would talk and I fell in love. We both fell in love with her.” Charles said, putting his hand on Y/N’s thigh.

“Ah, that’s nice.” Macarena commented. Charles turned on the audio of his car stereo and it was playing on of Y/N’s songs.

“That’s no way you actually have this song on your playlist, muñeco.” Y/N commented in disbelief.

“Of course I do! I have to support my girlfriend, after all.” Charles said and turned up the volume. He drove into this building’s parking garage and parked the car in his spot. Him, Y/N, and her parents got out of the car. “I put you guys in a hotel and I will drop you guys off later tonight, I’m just waiting for a few people..” Charles said and that’s when Charles’s mom and Alexandra’s parents, Mariana and Adrien, pull up in their cars. Pascale got out of her car.

“Charles, whats going on here?” Pascale asked.

“Maman! This is Y/N, my girlfriend, and her parents, Macarena and Jorge.” Charles introduced them. Pascale stepped closer to Y/N.

“It’s lovely to meet you.” Pascale hugged Y/N and Y/N hugged her back.

“It’s lovely to meet you too, Charles adores you.” Y/N commented.

“Ah, entonces es niño de mami.” Jorge commented to his wife and Macarena hit his shoulder again. Oh so he’s a mama’s boy

“No seas malo, Jorge, por Dios,” Macarena said before saying hello to Pascale. Don’t be mean, Jorge, god

“Oh Mariana, Adrien, these are my parents.” Y/N said as soon as Mariana and Adrien got out of their car.

“Hi, nice to meet you.” Adrien said to Jorge.

“You too. How do you feel about your daughter dating Charles?” Jorge asked Adrien.

“He’s a fine young man, perfectly harmless.” Adrien said.

“He got my daughter pregnant so he’s not that harmless.” Jorge commented.

“But they’re in love. My daughter loves your daughter very much, I can guarantee that.” Adrien said.

“That makes me feel better, thank you, man.” Jorge patted Adrien’s back.

“I can’t believe you came from New York, how was the flight?” Mariana asked Macarena.

“It was fine, her son got us first class tickets.” Macarena commented.

“That’s good, it’s a long flight. Charles, Can we go up? I’m getting cold.” Pascale told her son.

“Oh right, of course, let’s go.” Charles said before pressing the elevator button. When the elevator door opened, he held out his arm so everyone can get it before he did and once he was in, he pressed the button for his floor. Once the elevator opened on his floor, Y/N opened the penthouse door.

“Reina, we’re here, I brought Dunkin’.” Y/N said, putting her bag on the couch, and that’s when she heard the tippy tappies of Leo. “Leo! Ay, que cosita tan linda, me extrañaste bebé?” Y/N asked rhetorically as she squatted down to pet the dog before leo runs to Charles. The parents were observing the penthouse and Alexandra came in, greeting Pascale and her parents with a kiss in the cheek before she went over to Y/N parents. What a cute little thing you are, did you miss me, baby

“Hola, soy Alexandra, un placer conocerlos.” Alexandra said, hugging Macarena and Jorge, Hi, I’m alexandra, it’s a pleasure to meet youn

“Un placer conocerte también, flacucha.” Jorge said. Pleasure to meet you too

“Papi!” Y/N yelled.

“No se preocupe, me puedes decir flaca si quieres, no me molesta.” Alexandra said. Don’t worry, you can call me that if you want, I don’t mind

“Está bien flaca. Y cuéntanos, cómo conociste a nuestra hija?” Jorge asked. Tell us, how did you meet our daughter?

“Ah, la conocí en una fiesta. Un chico me estaba pidiendo el número, le dije que no pero me seguía molestando y Y/N vino al rescate.” Alexandra said. I met her at a party. Some guy was asking form,y number, I said no but he kept bothering me and Y/N rescued me

“Si, así es Y/N, siempre defendiendo a la gente. Se hicieron amigas por cuanto?” Macarena asked. Yeah, that’s how Y/N is, always defending people. How long were you two fiends?

“Creo que fuimos amigas por 2 años antes que me empezara a gustar.” Alexandra answered. I think we were friends for 2 years before I started liking her

“Y por qué te empezó a gustar? Como que cambió?” Jorge asked. And when did you start liking her? What changed?

“Ah pues creo que fue cuando empecé a recibir hate por salir con Charles, llamándome una interesada y otras cosas feas. Estaba llorando y ella me estaba consolando, diciendo que nada lo que ellos dicen es cierto, y la empecé de ver de otra manera. Desde ese entonces, todo lo que ella hacía me empezó a gustar. Me gusta como se arregla el cabello, como canta cuando cocina, cositas así. Es guapa, claro, pero es humilde, dulce, inteligente, talentosa, y la admiro mucho.” Alexandra confessed. Oh well I think it happened when I started to receive hate for dating charles, people were calling me a gold digger and other awful,things. I was crying and she comforted me, said that what they’re saying is not true, and I saw her differently. Since that day, I started liking everything she did. I like how she does her hair, how he sings when she’s cooking, stuff like that. She’s hot, of course, but she’s humble, sweet, smart, talented, and I admire her a lot

“Y de Charles?” Macarena asked.

“Yo creo que es mejor que él te lo explique. Mon beau, Macarena and Jorge want to talk to you.” Alexandra said. Charles excused himself from Mariana and Adrien and went to Macarena and Jorge. I think it’s better if he explains it

“Hello, what did you want to talk about?” Charles asked.

“Same thing we asked Alexandra, how did you meet Y/N and when did you start liking her?” Jorge asked,

“Well she was invited to the Miami Grand Prix in 2023 so that’s when I met her, she came to the Ferrari garage and when she spotted Alexandra, they started talking. That’s when they told me they were friends. It wasn’t until we went to this Peruvian restaurant that I started to like her. She was talking about how she went to Peru for this music festival and how her fans were waiting outside the hotel to take photos with her. Then I started sharing my experience with ‘crazed fans’ and it felt good to talk to someone about it. We both suffer from anxiety so she’s been helping me with mine, Alex can’t relate to what I go through but Y/N can,” Charles said.

“She does seem happier on our phone calls.” Macarena said,

“You’re a good guy, charles.” Jorge said. Y/N was with Pascale.

“So Y/N, charles mentioned he met you at a Grand Prix?” Pascale asked.

“Yes, I was invited by one of Ferrari’s sponsors and I got to meet him in the Ferrari garage. It was actually kinda cool, my uncle is a formula 1 fan so when I would go over to his house when I was younger, I would watch the races.” Y/N said.

“That’s nice, dear. What made you like him?” Pascale asked.

“I had this dog charity event, I’m a big animal lover, and he heard me on my phone arguing with the person who was supposed to host with me, saying he wasn’t able to do it anymore and Charles said he would host with me. I asked him why and he said because he wanted to help me and him being there would bring in more people. He wasn’t wrong, a lot of dogs got adopted that day. He’s selfless, humble, so kind, that made me fall in love.” Y/N confessed.

“He’s very in love with you too, he can’t wait to be a father.” Pascale said.

“Yeah, he’s very excited.” Y/N said.

“You seem like a good fit for him Y/N, I hope one day you could come over to our house.” Pascale said.

“I would like that very much.” Y/N said,

The rest of the day, the parents were sitting in the dining room, drinking wine, and sharing embarrassing childhood stories for their children.

“Alexandra flushed her sister’s goldfish down the toilet because she thought it led to the ocean,” Mariana said and everyone was laughing.

“Yeah, that’s enough wine for you.” Alexandra took the wine bottle that was in the center of the table and brought it to the kitchen counter where Y/N and Charles were eating potato chips. “Looks like our parents are getting along.”

“What embarrassing story did you hear this time?” Y/N asked.

“One of mine, actually. It’s crazy how they’re talking like old friends.” Alexandra said.

“It’s even crazier that they’re all cool with us being a throuple, I thought I was going to die.” Charles said

“Well I’m glad you didn’t, muñeco.” Y/N kissed him.

“Think we could stay the night?” Alexandra asked.

“Of course you’re staying the night. I wouldn’t expect anything less.” Charles said. The three observed their parents talking, looks like the family meeting was a success.

The End

Hope y’all liked it! It took me forever to write

[lockedtranslation]

Devil’s in the details pt. 2 / El problema está en los detalles pt. 2

(español después del salto)

The experience of reading Harrow the Ninth is quite unique, with its multiple timelines, actively rewriting the first book of the series, characters creating literature within the canon, and memes. In it all, trying to make sense of it all and stay ahead of the plot is an aspect that keeps the reader engaged and paying close attention to detail. The reader knows something is very wrong, and the writer wants them to piece it together. Here, we will examine one example. Spoilers after the cut.

Throughout the book, the name Gideon has been switched for Ortus. I must confess it took me up until the big reveal of what Harrow had done during the first reading to make sense of it. Upon a second reading it became quite obvious, and it made me wonder “how could I have missed this?”.

One of the clues comes up during a conversation between Augustine, Harrow and Ianthe, when Augustine makes this joke:

“Just believe me when I say that when I want Ortus to go, he’ll be giddy-gone.” (This did not make much sense to you, as a joke.)

Before the reader understands what is happening with the name of Ortus, it also won’t make sense to them. In-canon, Harrow has made it so that nothing reminds her of Gideon and, seeing as she shares this name with the lyctor, she is hearing the name of who she has convinced herself was her cavalier. Without this change, the line would read:

Just believe me when I say that when I want Gideon to go, he’ll be giddy-gone.

Which makes much more sense. In Spanish, the translation goes:

Solo creedme cuando os digo que sé cómo hacer que Ortus se dé el «pireon». (La expresión no tenía mucho sentido para ti. No te había quedado claro si era un chiste).

Again, when replacing the name it reads like

Solo creedme cuando os digo que sé cómo hacer que Gideon se dé el «pireon».

It can be seen that it rhymes, same as in English. The creativity of the translator comes into play when puns and plays on words come up. The translator utilizes the translation technique of transposition, as the original word “gone” is a verb and the word used in the translation “pireon” is a noun. It was translated in a way that would allow the reader in any language the possibility to connect the dots with all the context clues they had already gotten.

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La experiencia de leer Harrow the Ninth es bastante única, con sus múltiples líneas del tiempo, la reescritura activa del primer libro de la serie, personajes que crean literatura dentro del canon y los memes. Dentro de todo, tratar de comprender todo y entender la trama es un aspecto que mantiene al lector inmerso y atento a los detalles. El lector sabe que algo está mal y la escritora quiere que lo descifre. Aquí, examinaremos un ejemplo. Spoilers para HtN.

A lo largo del libro, el nombre de Gideon se cambió por Ortus. Debo confesar que me tomó hasta que se reveló lo que Harrow hizo mientras lo leía por la primera vez para entender qué estaba pasando. En una segunda lectura, se volvió muy obvio, y me hizo preguntarme “¿cómo no vi esto?”.

Una de las pistas surge en una conversación entre Augustine, Harrow e Ianthe, cuando Augustine hace la siguiente broma:

Solo creedme cuando os digo que sé cómo hacer que Ortus se dé el «pireon». (La expresión no tenía mucho sentido para ti. No te había quedado claro si era un chiste).

En el fragmento original, lee:

“Just believe me when I say that when I want Ortus to go, he’ll be giddy-gone.” (This did not make much sense to you, as a joke.)

Si el lector todavía no entiende lo que está pasando con el nombre de Ortus, tampoco entenderá si es un chiste. En la historia, Harrow cambió todo en su cerebro para que nada le recuerde a Gideon y, como comparte nombre con el lictor, escucha el nombre de quien ella cree que fue su caballero. Sin este cambio, el fragmento leería:

Solo creedme cuando os digo que sé cómo hacer que Gideon se dé el «pireon».

(Just believe me when I say that when I want Gideon to go, he’ll be giddy-gone.)

Así tiene más sentido en ambas versiones. El chiste es que rima el nombre con la última parte de la frase. La creatividad del traductor se manifiesta cuando hay estos juegos de palabras. En este caso, el traductor recurrió a la transposición, debido a que la palabra original “gone” es un verbo y la palabra en la traducción es “pireon”, que es un sustantivo. Se tradujo de una manera que el lector pudiera conectar los puntos con el contexto que ya tenía, si es que para ese momento ya había entendido lo que Harrow todavía no

[n0tyst4rs]

While I'm doing homework and rewriting a Lbp story, i can show you some original characters i create :3

You saw two of them in my other post (one day i will tell more), for now it's time to show: Feng Pudin Pon (xd) Newton's distant cousin! (Primo lejano)

A lightbulb from China! Unlike Newton, He finished his studies and has 2 jobs: In one he works as a candy and variety seller. And the other one, oh no- It's a secret 🫣

He's playful (with his cousin and friends), has an energetic joy, knows a little about engineering, and has hair (it's fake 🫢 so he retouches it everytime).

The family of this guy is Captain pud's one! Well, curious no? Has a gift from China, they gave him a precious vase, which you know what i'm referring of..

Don't worry! It's fixed! And to finish this, despite that Feng is the pride of the family, he cares about his cousin. He wants "him" to be better than him :]

/Español/

Una bombilla de China! A diferencia de Newton, el terminó sus estudios y tiene 2 trabajos: En uno trabaja como vendedor de dulces y variedades. Y en el otro, oh no- Es un secreto 🫣

Es juguetón (con su primo y amigos), tiene una alegría enérgica, sabe un poco de ingeniería y tiene cabello (es postizo 🫢 así que se lo retoca cada rato).

La familia de este chico es la del Capitán Pud! Bueno, curioso no? Cómo regalo de China, le regalaron un jarrón precioso, y ya saben a lo que me refiero..

No se preocupen! Está arreglado! Y para terminar esto, a pesar de ser que Feng es el orgullo de la familia, se preocupa por su primo. Quiere que "él" sea mejor que él :]

[jawabear]

My neurons are firing away! I really loved Don't leave and I saw that you said you'd do sequels, so I have a request for a Don't leave sequel 🥺 Like S3E4, when they go on that mission to catch Gilberto, and they need people they can trust, so y/n joins them, saying/thinking she can do it. But she's with Javi when he finds Gilberto and since he's pointing a gun at them she gets flashbacks from the time she got shot. So she gets through the mission with adrenaline rushing through her body 1/2

(2) Don’t Leave (Javier Pena x Reader)

Not my GIF (but y’all should know how much I love it)

A/N: Hey, here’s a second part to Don’t leave, as requested. Thank you anon! I hope this is good? I think its kind of a mess because I was basically rewriting the episode which was a little difficult. I had to use Spanish but I do not speak the language so it is most likely wrong so I apologise for that. This a little bit of a mess but I hope you can still enjoy it. Sorry for any mistakes. Stay Safe 

Genre: Angst

Warnings: Fem!reader, sexism, soft!Javi, alcohol, mental breakdowns, mentions of death, guns, me thirsting over how good Javi looks in this episode, mentions of medication, crying, confessions, tiny bit of fluff, my terrible comebacks

Summary: To catch a criminal, Javi needs people he can trust, but the person he trusts above all else is the one who he doesn’t want to take 

It had been a couple of weeks since she came back and was settling back in quite well all things considered. Javier made sure to keep an extra eye on her where he could. The smallest sign of struggle and he would be straight to her side to help in any way he could.

It was very sweet of him. It made her heart race. But she felt so much guilt as well. He had practically become her minder and that was an idea she didn’t like. She didn’t want to be a burden to anyone in the DEA, especially not Javier. But that’s what she was. Or felt like at least.

But she carried on as best she could given the circumstances. She didn’t want special treatment and made that quite clear to the Ambassador. She went back to desk duty which wasn’t so bad, it was what she was used to. But as strange as it’s sounds, now she had a taste of field duty, she wanted to get back out there. However, considering what happened last time, that wasn’t one of her brightest ideas.

It was late at the embassy which was pretty much empty. There were a few agents lurking around the building but most of them had gone home already. (Y/N) much preferred the embassy after dark. It was quieter and more manageable, especially with her fragile state of mind. She find it somewhat comforting sitting in her office. It was quiet. But a peaceful quiet. Not the painful and lonely quiet of her apartment, which was why she stayed a lot longer than necessary.

A knocking on her office door disrupted that silence. She lifted her head and saw it was Javi. She smiled to him and motioned for him to come in. He looked a little distressed.

He didn’t say and thing as he made his way into her office, closing the door and sitting in the chair opposite her, putting his head in his hands and letting out a heavy breath.

“Javi?” She said quietly bringing her chair round to sit in front of him. “Hey, what’s wrong?” She copied what he had done when she came back. She put her hands gently on his thighs as comfort to him.

“Shit (Y/N)” he muttered as he lifted his head a little, his posture still slumped over though “we could have him”

“Have who?” She asked.

“Gilberto Rodríguez”

Her eyes went wide with shock “are-are you serious? How?” She asked.

“Feistl just called. They tailed Guillermo Pallomari, the head accountant for the cartel. Lead them straight to Gilberto’s front fucking door”

“That’s...this is big Javi”

“Yeah. I know”

“What are you going to do?”

“We’ve gotta fucking go after him. We’ve got a secure location on him. We have to take it as soon as we can. But..” he paused for a moment “I need people I can trust. But there are fucking few out there” he said in a light laugh.

(Y/N) paused and looked at him. She looked at the way his thumbs rubbed over her hands. She saw the desperation in his eyes. The look of it being his only chance.

“What about me?” She asked quietly.

“What about you?”

“Take me with you”

“No” he said firmly with the sake of his head “no no no. No I’m not putting you through something like that again”

“You can trust me, can’t you?”

“Of course (Y/N). Of course I trust you. I trust you with my life. But I can’t trust myself to protect you from what ever happens. And I can’t...I can’t watch you get hurt again”

“There’s no guarantee I’ll get hurt Javi”

“There’s no guarantee you won’t get hurt” he retorted quickly.

“Javi,” she began quietly “I think, in this instance, catching one of the godfathers of the Calí Cartel is more important that me”

He squeezed her hands and dropped his head “fuck” he whispered “fuck. Alright, fine” he looked at her again “but you do exactly as I say, when I say it. You don’t fuck around. And you don’t get hurt. If something goes wrong, you get yourself out first. Got it?”

“Yes sir” she smiled “who else are you bringing along? If Calderón is working for the cartel, then who knows how many of his me are too. And this doesn’t really seem like a four person job, If we include Feistl and Van Ness”

“Don’t worry about that” he said with a slight smirk. “I’ve got an idea”

-

Javier’s idea was calling in a few favours from some old friends in Bogotá. Colonel Martínez and his most trusted men. Javi explained the plan of diversion to them all hours before the plan would be put init action to catch Gilberto.

“(Y/N), I want you to go with him” Javi said quietly to her.

“What?” She was slightly annoyed by his order. She wanted to stay with Javi.

“You’ll be safe with him”

“N-No, Javi, I want to stay with you”

“(Y/N)” He said sternly. He took a step towards her and rested his hands on her arms, rubbing them softly “Please. Please. Go with Colonel Martínez. You said if I let you come you’d do as I say”

She nodded “okay..” she whispered.

He brought his hands to her cheeks and tilted her head up slightly to meet her gaze “you’ll be okay” he assured her softly. She smiled as gently squeezed his wrists.

“You be careful. Don’t take any unnecessary risks”

“I won’t” he looked at his watch and pulled his hands from her cheeks. ”You better get going” he cleared his throat and glanced to his left to see that Colonel Martínez has been watching that whole ordeal play out. But as per usual, he show now expression on his face.

“Peña is right” he said as he strolled over to them “our window is getting smaller, we should go now”

“Yeah. Yes. Right, okay” (Y/N) nodded “I’ll um...I’ll head to the truck” she said before making her wave over to the chicken loaded truck. Javi watched as she jumped into the back, his heart sinking a little as he wondered if he had made the wrong choice.

“How long has it been?” Martínez asked in his usual stoic voice.

“How long has what been?” Javi asked looking at him.

“Cuanto tiempo llevas enamorado de ella?” (How long have you been in love with her?)

Javi let out a sudden and nervous laugh as he ran his hands through his hair “¿Qué te hace pensar que estoy enamorado de ella?” (What makes you think I’m in love with her?) He asked.

“I know the look of love when I see one Peña. What I saw was love. From both of you” there was a sudden softness to Martinez’s voice. Javi didn’t reply to him because he knew he was right. “Don’t worry” he said patting Javi’s shoulder “I’ll make sure she’s okay”

Javi could only nod before Martínez was walked to the truck and jumping in the back, the two metal doors being closed behind him. He just hoped she would be okay.

-

The ride in the back of the truck was dark, silence, smelly and hot. On a list of things she wanted to do before she died, riding in the back of a chicken truck was not very high up.

Her head rested back against the metal wall as she took in deep breaths. She couldn’t tell if she was nervous or excited. She was just daring to go. But she had to be sensible, smart. She had to be calm. But she was getting anxious. Mainly, she just wanted to be with Javi again.

The truck came to a sudden stop which signalled that they had arrived. (Y/N) lifted her head and her gaze met with Colonel Martínez who was sat opposite her. He gave her a subtle nod which she returned before pulling her pistol out of her vest.

From there, everything seemed to happen so quickly until she found herself in charge of making sure Gilberto’s three wives cooperated but not getting in the way or trying to relay false information. All three women have her looks. But (Y/N) couldn’t blame them. It was strange to see a woman in such a position. A woman in field duty? Laughable if nothing else. But (Y/N) was living proof that a woman was just as good on the field as a man. She was just waiting for her man to hurry up and make it.

Thankfully it wasn’t all that much longer until Colonel Martínez had motioned for her to follow him outside. When she did she saw a Police car pulling up being the Chicken truck with Calderón, Javi, Feistl and Van Ness inside. Her heart jumped a little to see that Javi was okay and that he has made it.

The four of them got out of the car and Javier and Calderón walked towards her and Martinez while Chris and Dan stood by the car.

“Colonel Martinez” Calderón said.

“Capitán” Martinez gave a subtle nod to him. Javi rested a comforting hand on (Y/N)’s arm but said nothing to her, so she said nothing to him. “sabes lo que está sucediendo aquí?” (You know what’s happening here?)

Calderón looked (Y/N) up and down giving her a slightly evil look. Before looking back at Martinez. “sí, creo que sé” (yes, I think I know) he said with a slight nod.

“te estoy dando una oportunidad. para hacer lo correcto y no follar esta opperación” (I’m giving you one chance. To do the right thing and not fuck up this operation)

Calderón looked back towards (Y/N) “si lo que he oído es cierto, no seré yo quien lo joda” (if what I’ve heard is true, I won’t be the one who fucks it up)

(Y/N)’s Spanish wasn’t the best, it was pretty awful all things considered. But she could understand when she was being insulted. That, and the fact she saw sudden anger wash over Javier’s face. But still he said nothing but squeezed her arm.

“This is no job for a woman” Calderón said “especially one who can’t hold her own”

“Maybe. But look who’s being allowed to help and who isn’t” she retorted calmly, which was more than could be said for Javi who was growing more visibly angry by the second.

Calderón back up to the car and Van Ness was quick to grab the keys to insure he wouldn’t drive off.

Martinez looked at Javi “Está aquí. Lo encontraremos” (He’s here. We’ll find him) he said. Javi gave a subtle nod back before dropping his hand from (Y/N)’s arm. Suddenly, it felt cold there. She was over come with the sudden urge to just jump in his arms, but they had something more important to be dealing with right now. “Véalo” (Watch him) he ordered to one of his men before walking back into the house.

“You still got your kids drawing?” Javi asked Chris as they all followed behind.

-

(Y/N) followed behind Javi up the stairs, trying not to get too distracted by how good he looked. Now was not the time.

They made their way into what appeared to be some sort of bathroom. No doubt one of many that was located in the grand house, but it was a bigger bathroom than she had ever seen. Off on the far wall were two extra room. They took one each, kicking open the door and holing their gun to as the search it. Both came up empty.

Javi gave her a look before looking back around the room, the same as her. He walked over to the large jacuzzi looking bath and walked up the wooden steps.

They both froze in place when an all too loud creak came from under his foot. He shifted his weight once, twice, to make sure he wasn’t hearing things. He wasn’t. There was definitely something not right about it.

He carefully and quietly step back down to the floor and gave her another look. She adjusted her stance and moved a little closer to him. She held her gun up to the steps as he bent down. He slid his hand over the bottom step. He reached down further and she swallowed thickly. Javi gave her another look and she gave him and nod.

The steps flew up and the two agents both too a step back.

There was Gilberto Rodríguez. His gun pointing directly at them.

(Y/N)’s heart began to race. Partly from adrenaline that was still flowing through her, but partly from fear. Seeing the gun pointing their way made her mind flash with images from that day. Only this time, it was worse. All she could see was a bullet going straight through Javi, and this time she wouldn’t be able to save him. She wouldn’t be able to jump in front of him. Instead she would be left to watch him die. Watch the blood flow from him.

She blinked her eyes quickly to try and wipe away the images but her hands were becoming shaky. She couldn’t stand there for much longer, not with a gun in her face. “suelta el arma” (drop your weapon) Javi said, surprisingly calmly.

Trujillo appeared on the other side of Javi to (Y/N) with his gun raised as well “suelta el arma” he repeated the same as Javi, in a less calm tone.

Gilberto hesitated for a moment before he slowly lowered his gun and dropped it to the floor in front of him “No dispares. Soy un hombre de paz” (don’t shoot. I am a man of peace) he said as he held his hands up in surrender. He grabbed the steps in his hands and shakily pulled him self out of his hideout. Javi grabbed his shoulders and pulled him out quicker, holding his gun to the back of Gilberto’s neck.

It was then that Martinez appeared holding his gun out but almost dropping it when he saw the Cartel Godfather at gun point. “Vamos” he said. Javi nodded and traded Gilberto off to him when he noticed that (Y/N) wasn’t moving.

“(Y/N)” Javi said quietly as he placed his hand back warmly on her arm, Trujillo and Martinez taking Gilberto away. She jumped slightly at his touch and looked at him “you okay?” He asked softly.

She blinked, swallowed and nodded. “Yeah” she said “yeah. I’m...I’m fine. Just...let’s get out of here” she said before walking past him, he followed closely behind her all the way down stairs.

The living room was almost full of Police. Gilberto was sat on the sofa whilst his three wives looked upon him with sadness, confusing and everything else along that line.

It was now only a matter of time before they would listed as heroes. They had taken down one of the Godfathers of Calí. That was no easy feat. But they weren’t in the clear just yet.

-

After managing to get Gilberto back to Bogotá and handing him off to the authorities, (Y/N) and Javier found themselves back at the embassy. (Y/N) had been quiet ever since they got on the plane to come back to Bogotá. It was obvious to Javi, and obvious to her, that the mission had effected her. She hadn’t said a said a single word to him for a few hours now and it just felt strange.

She went ahead of him when they got to the embassy and headed straight to the ambassadors office. Walking through the main office to get there, she was greeted with a round of applause for her work with Javi in arresting Gilberto. She gave them all a polite smile but walked quickly out of the office space, ignoring all the congratulations she was getting.

(Y/N) knocked on the door of Crosby’s office and she heard a “Come in” from inside so she opened the door and walked in. “(Y/N)” he greeted her, sounding a little surprised as he sat at the table on the right side of the office.

“Ambassador” she greeted back.

“I was expecting Peña to walk through the door” he motioned for her to take the seat opposite him and she did.

“Ambassador,” She said “I’m going to be frank with you. I can’t keep this up for much longer. I thought I would be okay, but being out there today...”

“Is this your way of telling me you resign?”

“No. No. Not resign. Just...I know I’ve already had so much time off for my injury but...I don’t know, I just need to not be in this. I need to just...need some time...”

“How much time?”

“I...I don’t know”

“Well (Y/N), let me be frank with you. What you and agent Peña did today was an impressive feat but comes with a lot of complications now for both the Colombian and American government. But I will congratulate you for your achievement. And, in all honesty, regardless of how it played out, I was going to sign you off anyway. Off work. If not just to get you back to how you were, then to get Peña to stop brining it up in every meeting we have”

“Sir?” She asked, a little confused at what he meant.

“He’s been hounding me to sign you off since you came back. Every meeting we have it’s the first and last thing he says. Keeps telling me that you need more time, and that you’re not in the right state of mind to work efficiently”

(Y/N) didn’t really know how to feel at that. It was sweet that Javi would do that in her behalf, but it was now properly evident to her that she hadn’t hidden her struggles as well as she originally thought.

“Four week” he said “I’ll give you four weeks. I don’t want to see you anywhere near this embassy building within that time”

“Yes sir” she nodded “thank you sir” she stood and reached her hand over to him, he shook it and she left for the door.

Just as she was leaving his office, Javi appeared and gave her a soft look “(Y/N)” he said quietly “what are you doing?”

“I um...asked Crosby for some time off. He’s given me four weeks” she mumbled.

“Good. You need it” he said to her.

“I...I better let you go in there”

“Yeah” Javi laughed slightly “no doubt I’m in for a fucking talk when I get in there”

She managed a smiled and nodded “I better go. I’ll see you later Javi” she said before walking past him towards her own office.

-

Javi let out a heavy sigh as he walked up the stairs towards her apartment that was just a few floors about his. Having to address the Colombian nation about the successful DEA operation of capturing Gilberto Rodríguez had taken it out of him. He needed to be with someone who he could relax with. He needed to be with (Y/N). He stood outside her door and knocked three times.

Then he waited.

He waited.

He waited too long. He knocked again. Still there was nothing. He pressed his ear against the door and could hear nothing from inside. This made him worry. It was unlike her to keep him waiting for so long. He tried the door handle but the door was locked. This worried him even more. Luckily he had a spare key in his back pocket that he carried with him everywhere. He pulled it out and pushed it into the lock before turning it and getting the door open.

The inside of her apartment was definitely not what he was use to.

It was a mess. Papers were thrown everywhere. In the kitchen, on the table were painkillers and other tablets scattered across the wooden surface. A half drunk glass of whiskey to go with them. She didn’t drink. The whiskey was technically his. She brought it for him so that he would have something to drink whilst he visited. But she hated alcohol.

He walked through her apartment looking for her and came to a sharp stop when he heard the sound of running water. He looked in the direction of the bathroom and saw the door was cracked open slightly. He took cautious steps towards it and pressed his hand flat against the door before slowly pushing it open.

There she sat on the shower floor. Fully clothed. The water drenching her completely. She hugged her knees close to her chest as she stared at the floor shaking. Whether she was shaking from fear or the water perhaps being cold, he didn’t know. But to see her like that broke him.

Javi walked into the bathroom, pulling off his jacket, shoes and socks as he did before he stepped into the shower and sunk down to the floor beside her, his back to the wall and his knees bent, his arms resting loosely on them. She immediately found comfort in him. Leaning her head onto his arm and bringing her hand up to grab at his bicep. “I-I thought I could do it” She stuttered quickly, quietly, her fingers flexing around his arm, trying to find the right place to hold, but it seemed she couldn’t. “I-I though I could...” she didn’t finish the second time. She couldn’t finish. The more she spoke, the more images of horror flooded her mind pushing her closer and closer to the point of crying.

She didn’t actually know if she was crying. She had been. But now she couldn’t tell it was tears or the water falling down her cheeks.

Javi didn’t say anything to her. He loosened his tie from around his neck and placed it beside him on the shower floor. He reached under his arm and grabbed her free trembling hand and pulled it through the gap and held it tightly in his hand. He brought her hand up to his lips and pressed a few soft and loving kisses to her knuckles. They were slow, lingering kisses. Each one lasting longer than the last.

His head then gently fell against hers, his cheek resting against the top of her wet hair. He turned so that it was his nose resting against her head. Breathing in what was left of her sweet scent, which wasn’t a lot, most of it had been washed away by the water and he no longer had her smell to comfort him. But in that moment, he didn’t much care. She was more important. She needed his comfort. He pressed a gentle kiss to where ever it was his lips were placed before slightly lifting his head from her and moving down

Javier nosed the side of her head, moving it round to her forehead and down her face, rubbing it against her own nose. She lifted her head slightly and let out a few shaky breaths as he continued the sweet action. The touch was so...absentminded, that she wondered if he meant to do it. But it made her heart swell. It made everything okay.

And then he kissed her.

He didn’t start off with the intention of kissing her, but he sure as hell didn’t regret it. Nothing had ever felt more right than the feeling of her lips against his. He felt right then that that was where he was meant to be. With her. Kissing her. Loving her. Doing what he should’ve done years ago. Doing what he should’ve done when he first realised he was in love with her. Doing what he should’ve done when she needed him most, when she had taken a bullet for him. Not just to help her, but to help him too.

He needed her. He wanted her. He wasn’t ever going to leave her.

She squeezed his hand and he squeezed back, pulling him from his thoughts before she barely pulled away from his lips. His nose still gently rubbing against hers.

“I love you” she whispered.

Her words lifted a great weight off his shoulders. So much so that he let out a breath of relief. “I love you too” he said in the same quiet voice. She laid her head back on his shoulder and he brought his arms round to wrap around her to hold her close. “You’re going to be okay (Y/N). I promise”

08/01/21

Taglist: @linkpk88 @phoenixhalliwell @lunaserenade

[professormembranexreader]

REWRITING MY FIRST ONESHOT

Membrane x Doubtful! Assistant! Reader

(Hurt & Comfort)

"God I hate them." I mumbled. My coworkers set me up. With him. The astounding Professor Miguel Membrane. They'd all gone home early so I'd have to work with him. Besides, it was NOT a good time to be stuck in an office with Professor Membrane.

I'd always had a huge crush on him. Why? It's simple. He was perfect. The perfect scientist, the perfect celebrity, the perfect everything. But there was one fault I found in him.

He wasn't looking for a partner.

I was head over heels for Membrane, but his only love was for science and his kids. No one else. He was my weakness. And that weakness was one-sided. Like everyone said, the only things burning were his passion for science and his cooking.

I shook my head and cleared my mind. Just survive tonight. You can cry and eat ice cream later. Just accept that his rich baritone voice would never say the three words that you wanted to hear most.

I sighed again and tried to focus on my work. We were simply trying to upgrade the pipelines. Nothing too big, except he intended to replace it with a system that would purify the water as it went. He'd somehow managed to create a film-like membrane that would catch particles that were not water. There would be several of these film-like walls throughout the pipes.

The fucking genius.

And I was alone with him.

Fuck me.

Why was I so nervous about that? Oh yeah, because he makes my heart skip an abnormal amount of beats whenever I do much as think about him touching me (even in a non-sexual way).

"(Y/N)? I need some help." Fuck. My mind went to the worst places as I ushered myself towards his desk. Just get yourself through today.

"Yes, sir?" I asked. As he instructed me to take notes, my mind couldn't help but drift slightly. What was under that lab coat? Was it a soft dad-bod or was it a chiseled sculpture? FOCUS. I managed to get most of the details down before my mind went somewhere else.

"Could you copy all of that down in my memos and bring me my notebook?" He asked.

"Which notebook?" I asked.

He shot me a glare that could implode the sun into a black hole. If looks could kill, I'd be stabbed. Five times.

"Right. That one." I gulped and hoped I knew which notebook he was actually referring to.

Membrane's office was not how you'd expect it to be. Instead of the pristine, organized study... how do I say this? No use sugarcoating it. It's a fucking mess. How am I supposed to find anything in this? I rolled my eyes and started looking. It wasn't going to find itself.

"Where is it?" I mumbled. Amongst all the notebooks, paper balls, and pens, it was impossible to tell what was and wasn't important.

There was no way I could find this notebook standing up. I got down on my hands and knees and started to dig through the overwhelming heap of paper. Not noticing, I started to speak out loud.

"Ugh, why am I even here? My dumb coworkers... the nerve of them. Making me stay alone with him for 7 hours. I fucking hate them. Jerks." I grumbled under my breath.

"Why did they even hire me?" I said. "I'm just a loser fresh out of college who drives a Chevy." I sighed. "I'm not even that smart... I had a 2.8 GPA. I'm dumber than a rock."

"Fuck's sake, I can't even use the coffee machine!" I whispered yelled. "It has so many unlabeled buttons on it, and it makes it impossible to just get a black fucking coffee!"

"I'm not good for anything. Am I? I can't even find the one notebook he asked me for." My eyes narrowed as I felt hot tears begin to prick my vision. "It's just a fucking notebook!

"To be fair though, how could he manage to find anything when his office is like this?! It's so cluttered!"

"Me gustaría limpiarlo, pero no puedo. No tiempo," mumbled a familiar baritone voice.

Oh fuck.

I heard footsteps getting closer to me. Each step making my face slightly paler. By the time he was behind me, ghosts looked alive.

"How much did you hear?" I asked with a shaking voice. Membrane said nothing. Instead, he pulled me into his chest for a warm embrace. I stood in shock, before openly sobbing into his chest.

"You are so much better than you realize." I couldn't see his eyes, but I could only imagine they were studying me. "You aren't dumb. You aren't a loser. You're you."

I tried to hold back my sobs, but I failed miserably. He rubbed circles onto my back. After a few seconds, he pulled away ever so slightly to hold my face.

"Do you know why we hired you, (Y/N)?" He asked.

Tears streaming down my face, I shook my head "no".

"We hired you because you are hardworking, intuitive, courageous, and most of all, you're brave." His gloved hand ran through my hair.

"How... how am I brave?" I sniffled.

"Oh, (Y/N)." He sighed. "Like you said, you are fresh out of college. This is your first real job. And you're with me!" He chuckled. "I'm well aware that several of my employees are intimidated by me, (Y/N). And it's those I try to reach out to the most."

Membrane tilted my chin closer to his face. "And I've had my eyes on you for a while. And I'm very impressed with your work. I've been harder on you because I want you to be better."

I blinked away tears as he told me this. "Thank you, sir." I tried to pull away, but he didn't let me go.

"That's not all, (L/N)." He said. "I listen to the rumors that float around the workplace, ¿sabes?" I did not like where this is going. "I do like to know all I can about my employees. Do you know what I heard, (Y/N)?"

I gulped. This was it. He was going to fire me for liking him. It was going to happen. It just had to.

"I'm sorry, sir." I said, tearing up. His expression changed to one of shock.

"¿Que dices, cariño?" He said quietly.

I looked up at him with watery eyes. "I understand if you want to let me go. It's not professional behavior. I'm sorry."

"¿Qué? Oh, (Y/N), I would never do that. You're an incredible asset to our team. And..." he trailed off, looking away from me.

"What is it?" I asked nervously.

"I know you have feelings for me..." The entirety of our relationship would depend on his next few words. My breath hitches in my throat.

"And... they are acknowledged." My heart dropped, and my soul shattered. It's over. I began to sob once more.

A quiet "Ay, ¡soy cómo un pendejo!" could be heard from under his breath.

"I meant... uh... It's... ¡Chingado! ¿Qué es la palabra?" He paused for a bit, eyes darting back and forth behind his goggles. "¡Mutuos, pero en inglés!" He exclaimed. It was almost sad.

I sniffled and kept my head buried in his chest. I couldn't understand what he was saying. As far as I know he was freaking out that I was crying again. If only I could understand Spanish.

He sighed and opted for a different word. "(Y/N)... I feel the same."

"Wait wha-"

"I feel the same as you do."

"Seriously?"

"Sí." He said. I ambushed him in a hug around his neck. He made a sound and fell backwards, taking me with him. Laughing and crying tears of joy, I held him like there was no tomorrow.

"¡Ay, mi amor! ¡Cálmate! It's okay!" But I was feeling much more than okay. And right when I thought it couldn't get any better, I felt something press against my lips.

My eyes popped open in surprise, but upon realizing it was just him, they fluttered closed. It was bliss.

As he pulled away from the kiss, he simply said, "Do you think you can hand me that notebook now?

[the-eldritch-it-gay]

anyways im trying to work on this bull rewrite and im to writing the outcomes. current average write up for an outcome is 250-300 words which is daunting when u have 9 more outcomes but also honestly there’s some repetitiveness so I don’t have to fully write each individually.

ive in the outcomes been playing around with that if you lost approval for some choice (ex. you were mean/hostile to Vyrian) the option to gain back all the lost approval is not just apologizing to Bull, but going to Vyrian’s location on the world map (University of Orlais Library) and apologizing directly to them. I’m just a big believer in actions > words, and it means putting in work for an outcome. i mean, I feel that even the Inquisitor having a chance to apologize and bring up something that netted disapproval is an good mechanic, and I think the added step of making up for what they did to regain approval feels like a better and more involved way to strengthen the inquisitors relationship with a companion. plus i mean I’m just writing a hypothetical thing, I don’t have to worry about how much work would be needed if it was how the game worked lol.

Honestly I’d take a drastically shorter game if the system for friendships and relationships with companions was more robust and complex, yá sabes?

[bedlamsbard]

What were the keystone scenes for the parts of Ouroboros and Backbone?

For Wake it was the opening scene -- Anakin waking up in Vader’s star destroyer, and then the scene a little bit later in the chapter while he’s crawling through the air vents with Obi-Wan’s ghost muttering in his ear.

Gambit -- if I remember correctly, Gambit’s was the scene in Chapter 20 (”A Madness of Angels”) where Palpatine slaughters Sabe and the Naboo Royal Advisory Council. Except in the original keystone scene, it was actually Amidala, not Sabe, and it coincided with that universe’s Order 66/Command Word Retribution (in some alternate form), and the story would have ended with a hologram from Amidala playing over the bodies in the Naboo Palace, Jedi Temple, Senate Building, etc.  Obviously that changed because it’s too goddamn depressing, but the murder scene stayed.

Backbone had a couple, which I think really helped me because there were multiples and they were spread out through the story, rather than just one or two at the beginning or middle.  As some people may recall, if we can think back to the distant days of summer 2015, Backbone started out as the “evil is sexy” story and IMMEDIATELY morphed into the “evil makes your parents very disappointed” story.  I did a lot of concept writing for Backbone, some of which made it into the final story and some of it didn’t; let me see if I can pick out the actual keystone scenes from that.

The first chapter scene of Ahsoka telling Cham about Hera was there very early on, though in its original form was different.  There’s a very, very early version of Cham finding out about Hera here -- this was written before Siege of Lothal premiered and long before he showed up in Rebels, so it has the Rebel Alliance fleet more or less as it appears in the OT, Cham as a ranking member of the Alliance, etc., as well as having a more typically “Imperial/Dark Side” Kanan and Hera.

Cham and Alecto trying to kill Kanan with a sniper shot in order to get to Hera.  Early version here; some parts of it remained almost identical in the final version, though the setting changed from the Imperial Complex to a deserted city street.  I struggled early on with how ~dark to make Kanan and Hera, and you can see a little of that in their opening conversation here.

Kanan on the bridge at Mustafar, tossing away the Inquisitor’s lightsaber and igniting his blue Jedi lightsaber.  (Though “Ezra hadn’t known they came in colors,” which is probably the most loved line from this story, came much later.)  This was the original dramatic cinematic scene for this story, and I knew that Kanan would have both lightsabers later on in the fight.  While the original plan for this scene preceded Shroud of Darkness by a long shot, it gets compared to Kanan’s vision duel in Shroud sometimes because of the two lightsabers.  (The chapter dropped afterwards -- after Twilight of the Apprentice too, actually, which is why you can see a couple of hints about Maul in it.)  I had to rewrite this scene a couple of times because I knew I wanted it to be powerful, but still be a compelling fight scene.

The reunion with Hera’s parents, with Hera walking off the Ghost to come face to face with them.  This was a scene that was always going to be in the story; I don’t think I have any earlier versions of it written.  Kanan’s semi-kidnapping by Ahsoka was a very late development -- there was some life stuff going on while I was writing these chapters, and I went back and forth a lot on how to play the reunion, with it loosely originally planned as Hera reaching out to her parents, or a meeting at a neutral location, or a big group arrival on what would later become the Forlorn Hope -- some of what was originally considered for that scene stayed in Kanan’s strip search by Cham and Doriah.  At one point I considered having the Ghost crew bopping around for considerably longer before joining up with Free Ryloth.

Cham’s attempted assassination.  This was not an early, early keystone scene, but it was a light bulb moment in the planning stages.  I knew I was going to write to that moment, I wasn’t entirely sure how I was going to get there, but I did know I had to make it completely believable on the part of everyone involved.  I am pretty sure that it was always going to be Mishaan, since I can’t find any earlier versions of the scene where it was someone else, and it pretty much had to be either her or a family member.  It was originally going to take place during a Synedrion meeting, a day or so after Mishaan had originally been removed from command -- I think at one point in the planning stages I referred to it as going “the full Julius Caesar.”  (I was probably doing a BSG rewatch at the time, because I’m almost positive I had that light bulb moment during the scene at the end of the S1 finale where Boomer shoots Adama.)

[atamascolily]

carmarthenfan

A Star to Sail Her By because MASEFIELD but also Tam Lin in SPAAAAACE?

Hahaha, glad you caught the reference! The first one is a kishōtenketsu-style three-act character study with no actual conflict - the meaning stems from the juxtaposition of different scenes - based on stellar navigation in the galaxy, far, far, away. Hence my ranting about Jedi-as-space-navigators trope. I’ve written two-thirds of it, but have been stuck on the last scene because apparently I have to invent worldbuilding mechanics from scratch. Sigh. But I have some ideas, so maybe it’s time to tackle that one again and see if I can work something about.

I would really like to write a Halloween-themed fic this year, and I even started this one in August.... will I finish it? Who knows! Tam Lin is my favorite fairy tale; I love the area-woman-rescues-male-lover trope to pieces, and I have a kickass opening sequence, but I can’t quite figure out a few details of worldbuilding that will make the original story mesh with the context. The core idea is good, but it’s gonna need a few rewrites to make it out of the box.

(Technically, the working title is a lie because it’s set on a planet, not actually in space, but you know how titles always lie.)

myevilmouse

knight moves?  do tell.

AHHHHHH, remember when I said I was gonna write a songfic? This is it! It’s a character study of the Luke/Mara/Callista love triangle straight out of Darksaber, full of angst and emotional repression and Luke Absolutely Missing the Subtext. It’s based on one of my favorite songs, “Knight Moves,” by Suzanne Vega. First scene and last scenes are done, it’s the middle that’s an absolute mess.

sonictoaster

UNTITLED LEIA DAEMON AU!!!

Inspired by one line in my other Star Wars daemon AU fic, "Separation", which had a story in it I wanted to explore:

"Leia's daemon Aarial had his feathers fall out from grief and shock after destruction of Alderaan and had come back brown for years, only to molt back to white again when they were on Hoth, and Han had made snarky comments about pigeons for weeks afterwards."

So this fic is about Leia’s relationship with her daemon--why I chose a seemingly non-aggressive bird form for her, how grief and PTSD manifest with daemons--that is also about Alderaani culture, female friendship and mentorship, and So Many Feels. I love it, and I hate that I keep getting stalled out; it’s a very “thinky” piece, with a lot going on beneath the surface.

Leia is so hard for me to write. I don’t know why--she’s a fascinating character, great mix of seemingly contradictory things, and I love her, but Leia-centered fics are difficult for me in a way that Luke-centered fics are not.

As always with Daemon AUs, I had a lot of fun with daemon choices. I’m especially proud of how Sabe’s daemon, a chameleon-anole hybrid, turned out:

"She doesn't have a daemon?"

"She's a goddess," Sabe says matter-of-factly. "They don't need them. We do."

"What for?"

"Depends on who you ask."

"What do you think?" Leia asks, hoping to distract her tutor from returning her to the boring banquet for as long as possible.

Bunda does push-ups along Sabe's leg, his pink-striped dewlap flaring in rhythm with the motions. His skin flickers to bright yellow for a moment before softening back to green.

"So we're not lonely," Sabe says, glancing down at her daemon with a fond smile, before she clicks her tongue and gestures down the corridor. "Come on, let's go back before anyone else notices your absence. You don't want to miss dessert, do you?"

Leia hesitates.

"I'll tell you a story about Obi-wan Kenobi later if you're good."

This gets the desired result. Leia loves Sabe's stories--tales of her time handmaid of the Queen of Naboo before she came to Alderaan to serve the royal house of Organa. Leia has grown up with the stories of noble Knights and a generous Republic, of the golden age before there was a war and an Empire and an Emperor.

(It doesn't hurt that all of the stories must be kept secret, lest the Emperor find out and punish them for defiance. Leia loves secrets.)

[gemmaswriting]

Oneshots

To Build a home

“They hadn't done badly for a former Queen, assumed dead and abandoned on a sandy, near lawless, Outer-Rim planet and the son of a slave with secret Force-magic powers neither knew how to truly explain. Padme thought that from time to time.” 

Liberabit vos

“Senator Padme Amidala wakes up to find herself abducted by the Separatist's secretive new Sith Lord, Darth Vader, on the orders of Count Dooku. With the older Sith commanding that she reveal Republic military secrets to save her family from slaughter, will she give in and doom her people to Separatist victory and rule - or is there more to Darth Vader than she could have imagined?”

Of Slytherin and Hufflepuffs (NSFW)

“Hogwarts AU! Anakin wondered, just for a second, what Kit would say if he knew that he had been with Padme since halfway through their fourth year? He'd probably ask what kind of love spell Anakin was using...” 

aeternum (NSFW)

“The newly married Skywalkers spend an afternoon in bed and Anakin reflects, broods and learns there's more than one way to please his wife.”

What to expect when you want to be expecting (NSFW)

"Padme…" Anakin's hot breath tickled against her ear, "Angel, I want a baby." If only they'd known how difficult that would be...”

I wish I could rewrite the stars

“Suddenly, forever felt like something that could be real. They could make it real, the two of them together and out of nowhere, tears stung at Anakin's eyes. It just meant so much. Padme loving him too was the stuff of his dreams; something he'd only just dared to believe was possible. But she did. (Modern AU!)”

Needed this NSFW

"Well, how does an attentive wife usually make her husband feel better?"

Screaming in the Dark I Howl When We’re Apart (NSFW)

"She'd worked so hard perfecting the routine, desperate to please him; to shock him. Padme would be willing to bet every credit she owned that he'd never have imagined she'd do something like this. Force, she'd had no idea she was capable of such a thing… "

Something Very Special 

What if Padme's funeral dress had a different meaning behind it? What if she'd had it made for something else entirely? The six times the dress was laid eyes on throughout it's existence before it's first and final use.

It’s Okay to be Afraid

“Palpatine wasn't the only thing frightening Padme, despite what she tells Anakin time and time again, she does fear dying in childbirth. AU!”

In the Eye of the Storm 

“There is an old Naboo legend her grandmother told her when she was just a girl. The Gods once decided whether pairs of lovers were destined for happiness or tragedy on the day of their union. She'd always wondered what judgement the Gods would pass on her own union one day…”

Birthday

Anakin may have brought balance to the Force, but it is his children, who bring balance to him. Part of the Happy family AU series (you don't have to read the first one really! But you'll understand more if you do). Shameless Skywalker family fluff!

Thrill (NSFW)

“This time, he is sure Bail sees him shudder. He'd have to be blind not to. Swallowing thickly, Anakin tries to pull at least some part of his mind free from the fog of lust clouding it, the task is so much more difficult than he anticipated. All he can think of is Padme, her hand and her glorious, sinful mouth.”

Saints Can’t Help Me Now

“In a world where there are no Jedi and no Sith, there are only angels and demons. She cannot help but wonder, even a little… If he was good once, does it mean his soul can be saved?”

Bend (NSFW)

“Because, every now and again, even the Chosen One will bend for his wife.”

Reunion

“Revenge of the Sith AU! What if the Chancellor wasn't abducted for a year after Anakin and Obi-Wan are sent off to the Outer Rim Sieges? What if Anakin didn't come back in time to learn of Padme's pregnancy?”

 Countdown

“Just over twenty three hours… That's what the device claims is the time she must wait before setting eyes on her soulmate. In the grand scheme of things, the time is nothing, a mere blink of an eye before her life theoretically changes forever.”

 Welcome Home

"Aha!" Ahsoka laughs, still utterly unaware of their presence. "No Skywalker will has ever been able to defeat me! I am-" Finally her eyes lift to see them just as Padme's arms cross over her chest. Immediate panic lights up the girl's face at the sight of them standing here. "… In big trouble…" She mutters, lowering her blade.”

 Angelus Mortis

“If her husband has truly been consumed by the dark side as Obi-Wan says, then she will end this once and for all, before the evil that has destroyed Anakin can do further damage to the Galaxy.”

Bliss

“Since their wedding she's sworn to learn his mother tongue, Huttese, so he can speak to her in the language he used most often as a child and she can understand him as he does so.”

Stay

“He surprises her though, there are no violent outbursts or declarations of hate for whatever scum did this or even promises of vengeance. It's heartbreakingly the opposite, instead of all that, he shatters in her arms. (Set during 4x09 of The Clone Wars!)”

Scoundrel 

"By the Force… What if they've run off to get married?" Anakin's eyes widen in his panic, and Padme suddenly feels far older than she truly is for a moment. How is she supposed to defuse this? "I swear if that scoundrel elopes with my daughter he'll meet the wrong side of my lightsaber-" Slumping back in her seat, she hears Luke's terrible attempt to keep his laughter at bay.”

Siblings

“Margaery, unlike her siblings has no connection to the almighty Force, but she makes up for it in other ways. She doesn't need any of those mind tricks to play people to her tunes… What fun would it be if she only had to extend a hand and say exactly what she wanted them to do? That's much too easy. She prefers a challenge. Part of the Happy Family AU series!”

Think of Me and Burn

“Clad in only one of her silken nightgowns, the evidence of the perfection she carries within her inner cradle is obvious for his eyes to look upon and admire. How is it that he gave her his passion and she gives him the most wonderful gift in return? It hardly seems fair, but he's overjoyed none the less. (Anakin's thoughts/missing moments in Revenge of the Sith!)” 

Sisters and Secrets

“Despite the sombre nature of their conversation she can only giggle and bring her cooling tea up, to her lips to sip. It's well known she and Anakin share a very… Healthy intimate life together. They make no secret of it, so much so that Luke and Leia have taken to groaning and throwing things when they catch them kissing. It is their jobs as parents to embarrass them. (AU)” 

If you could only see the beast you made of me

“Throughout his life, throughout this war, Anakin Skywalker had done terrible things, bent the rules, broken them, stolen, sped, damaged, wounded, threatened, mind-tricked and even killed. He'd killed so many… But in this moment, now, none of that compared to… There was something far worse than all of those sins and he was mere moments away from committing it, his worst atrocity.” 

Take a walk on the wild side

"Your friends bought you a private dance." She stepped toward the small bar area, he looked like he needed a drink. "An hour-long set, actually." She'd never done an hour with anyone before. This was a new experience for her just like him. Maybe she should have a drink too?”

Just carry me home tonight (NSFW)

“I – I didn't mean to, it's only that… Well, the Force, it lets me feel… What you feel, and I know this wasn't exactly what you imagined for your wedding night, so I…" His flesh hand rose to scratch his neck awkwardly, "I suppose I just wanted to make this special for you…" Wedding night smut!” 

Once Upon a Time

“Now, she couldn't be like Anakin and swear that being a spouse and parent were all that mattered to her, because her other titles – especially the professional ones, also drove her. But to be a wife to Anakin, to be the mother of her children, it felt as natural as breathing, the progression of her life as it was meant to be. It was as if a missing piece of her had been returned.”

Take my hand take my whole life too

“Textfic. Dorme, Sabe and Obi-wan are sick to death of Anakin and Padme hiding their feelings for each other. It's time to meddle a little...”

dulce invidia 

“Senator," Anakin began, "This… This is truly not what it looks like…" He winced, and Reeva's gaze snapped back to him once more. Wasn't it? Well, she supposed not… But it could have been! It might have been given just a little more time! But Anakin wasn't looking at Reeva now. His gaze focused only on the Senator whose own eyes seemed to scream of murder when settled on her.”

Hypnotic takin’ over me (NSFW)

“By the Force… Just how many times had he seen her like this in his dreams? How many times had he run his fingers over her skin? Filled his hands with her perfect backside? Yet, when he was, by some mercy or a cruel joke, granted true sight of her, he was oblivious."

Take my hand and fight for me

“This was supposed to be a happy day, a day a father-to-be anticipated from the moment he found about the child. But not Anakin. Since Padme told him about the baby, the prospect of this day brought only dread and sickening worry that tore his exhausted mind apart. Part of him, however terrible it was, wished that this day would never come.” 

[skuag]

Fanfic authors game!!!

I was tagged by @ahiddenpath​ who is a sweetie, thank you!!

AO3 name(s): I’m SkuAg but I mostly use FF.Net. I mean I use AO3 but I don’t get reviews there so I’m not really into it.

Fandoms: Digimon.  A few years ago I wanted to convince myselt that I could write about something else so I did a drabble collection for Sakura CardCaptor. And that’s it.

Number of fics: Like a hundred? It’s difficult to count because I have many fics that I’ve posted in other Author’s collections so I don’t have them in my profile, and many many drabble’s collections as well.

1. Fic I spent the most time on:

I guess La guerra de los 1000 años? Considering I started it in 2003 and finished it in 2015 LOL. I’m very responsible and I always knew I was going to finish it, it’s just that university arrived to my life and I lived in chaos for many years.

2. Fic I spent the least time on:

There are drabbles that I wrote in less than half an hour.

3. Longest fic: Same, La guerra de los 1000 años has almost 100.000 words. I prefer short fics, always.

4. Shortest fic:

According to my FF account it’s Se sabe volcán, a Sorato and Sokeru that it’s 648 words but I have shorter fics in collections. For example, Son cincuenta which has five 50 word fics for 5 couples: Sorato, Kenyako, Mishiro, Takari and Koukari. So probably any of those.

5. Most hits:

I have no idea what this is.

6. Most kudos:

None, because I don’t receive anything at AO3.

7. Most comment threads:

Is this reviews? If it’s reviews, surprisingly it’s Sinto-¡¿WHAT!? with 325 reviews. This is a longshot where Mimi decides to organize the party for the Sorato wedding, even though they made it very clear that they will have a sintoist wedding, haha. This was extremely funny to write.

8. Favorite fic I wrote:

Usually my favorites ones are those fanfics where writing is almost like a meditation, and I’m just a vessel channeling whatever needs to be written, letting it be. Surprinsingly I reach this state usually with Kenyakos and not with Soratos. For example Se llevó mis pronombres,  El mar significaba Miyako (which also has a bit of Sora x Miyako) and Tsundoku (this is a collection).

I also have a very short Daikari drabble, Fue, which I wrote in a very sad moment but I love it.

For Sorato, a fic that made me feel this way is La iridiscencia de los lobos, even if the headcanon is not mine and I don’t really believe it, but probably because I was able to put a little of Kurt Cobain in it and I love him.

And some of my fics that are pretty popular are Erguida, cual tulipán de invierno, which is a weird Sorato + Sora x Yuri. And I truly enjoyed Y sube, y baja y sube, which is a Koukari x Yuri but I think I only got one review LOL. I don’t care I love this fic.

And! My Toshiko piece for the Sorato family collection, Go

9. Fic you want to re-write:

I mean I regret writing some bad fics for some amazing people but I wouldn’t rewrite them, maybe gift them something different?

10. Share bit of a WIP or a story idea you’re planning on:

Well I have three wips: a Daikari that I’ve always though about, a 7 or 8 chapters story featuring the 12 chosen children doing something together and a fic where Koushirou gets injured during an experiment and gets turn into a child again and Sora and Yamato have to take care of him. But I have not started any of those! I feel like writing them in English but I’m afraid I won’t reach that “meditation” state that comes to me when I write kenyako, haha.

And I’m tagging my girlsssss I love you all!! @soratakenouchie @gossipchii @takerusfedora @florencetheflowerfairy @lightchildofthespring

[shadowsong26fic]

Fanfic ask: 1, 5, 11, 14 for Precipice and any other fic you feel like sharing for, 18, 27, 33, 34, 38, 41, 44, 49 (sorry for asking so many, I just really like these questions!)

Hoo boy! This’ll be fun :D

::cracks knuckles::

1) How old were you when you first starting writing fanfiction?

Ten or eleven, when I first figured out it was a Thing. (Somewhere, buried in my boxes of Old Papers, there is baby!shadowsong’s attempt at writing something involving Padme turning up at Yavin but with the serial numbers very badly filed off, before I learned it was possible to just...write fanfic, lol.

5) If you had to choose a favourite out of all of your multi chaptered stories, which would it be and why?

Oh, Lord, why must you do this to me. XD

I mean, I like all of them for different reasons? Writing Precipice is almost like coming home, I’ve been living in that AU for so long; The Devoted was delightfully self-indulgent and a fun exercise in worldbuilding and I do plan to put more in that AU at some point, I swear; These Three Remain also had some super self-indulgent bits and some sweet cuddly fluffy bits and yep; Distaff is so much fun to work with Anakin’s characterization and her (in said fic) relationship with Padme; I have some WIPs that I’m super excited to get out...even going back to old fandoms, HoTM and Cartography!Verse and The Promises of Angels and Serenissima (ish; we were posting it as a series of vignettes rather than one long novel) and For Sorrow Sung and all my AtLA fic, and...

...yeah, I’m bad at picking favorites XD

11) Have you ever amended a story due to criticisms you’ve received after posting it?

Not really? I’ve added extra notes and when I was a baby in the LOTR fandom I actually took a fic down because I got pounced on by a Canon Purist, but I...don’t usually change what I do have planned out in response to criticism? Sometimes I add in some filler/explanation, or comments inspire me to add thing, but...

I don’t plan things out in a whole lot of detail, but I do usually have a few Major Plot Points worked out, and I tend not to change them because criticism. I usually don’t go back and edit, either.

14) How did you come up with the title for the xxx? - You can ask about multiple stories.

I think I actually talked about this in detail last time I did a similar meme to this...aha, here we go: https://shadowsong26fic.tumblr.com/post/186756818127/a-and-i-for-fic-ask

18) Do you have any abandoned WIP’s? What made you abandon them?

Yep, a few. Mostly, I abandon WIPs because I drifted away or otherwise left the fandom (i.e., most of my SPN fic), or otherwise got stuck on a plot point (For Sorrow Sung, which I might rewrite, I got stuck on because I wasn’t sure how to write Roslin; Distaff has stalled because I have to do a Monster chapter next because I did some things out of order; etc., though I actually do intend to get back to Distaff at some point, and am considering rewriting For Sorrow Sung or getting back to some of my other BSG fic...). ...on that note, there are several Stalled WIPs that I don’t consider abandoned, I just get sidetracked by other things even if I intend to get back to them At Some Point (Auxiliaries, Masks, a few others.)

Also, a bunch of miscellaneous self-indulgent things that I never really intended to share outside a small circle of friends that I wander away from when my attention gets caught by a similar shiny self-indulgent thing I don’t really intend to share outside a small circle of friends...

27) Do you make a general outline for your stories or do you just go with the flow?

Moooostly go with the flow. Then again, I don’t formally outline most things, but I generally have an Idea of the Main Plot Points I’m working towards? But those are usually Super Major Things (i.e., with Precipice, when I was going into it, I had most of Arc 1 planned out ahead of time; I knew when and how Lavinia was going to be introduced; I knew most of how Rex got brought in and at least when Ahsoka came in; I knew Ahsoka was going to be Leia’s primary teacher; I knew when and how Specter was going to die; I knew that the reunion (and the attempt to kidnap Lavinia) were going to happen (though actually I was originally planning for Saw to be behind said kidnapping before realizing that didn’t make sense); I knew when Infernalis was going to be introduced and then die; and then some Spoilery Stuff for the next several arcs :)

So, yeah. I usually have a general notion of where things are going (...most of the time; I mentioned Distaff above, and I’m waffling on how I want things to end for that one...) but a loooooot of white space and things are in flux along the way.

33) What’s the biggest compliment you’ve gotten?

Honestly, probably the one I kept in my inbox to reread the most often was on The Promises of Angels--I got a very long comment about the things I’d done with both the focal character and other side characters and the way I’d handled the established lore (and places where canon had fallen short, re: ex-vessels and so on), and then saying they were going to rec it to other people. I’ve gotten other very nice comments since then, (Precipice gets a lot of comments, some of which are lovely, some of which are infuriating), but I think the reason that one sticks with me is because I worked on that fic for so long, and it was a 100k gen epic about a tertiary character who (at the time) had been dead for five seasons. So, a very niche-appeal fic, especially in a fandom that tends to be very shipping-focused, so the fact that it had that much appeal outside of my own brain meant a lot.

(Also, just...the fact that so many people have read and liked Precipice means a whole lot to me????? Was not expecting that for a long wandering genfic epic, lol. ...again, because the fandom I was most active in prior to that is very ship-focused; Star Wars tends to be more gen-friendly, at least that’s been my experience thus far.)

34) What’s the harshest criticism you’ve gotten?

Maybe not the harshest overall I’ve ever gotten, but I mentioned earlier that I took down one LOTR fic because a Canon Purist complained about it to me--I mean, it might not have actually been that mean if I were to get it now that I have a thicker skin, but I was Little Shadowsong at that point and it hurt enough for me to take the fic down, and it does kind of linger in the back of my mind as my Worst Comment Experience.

38) If you could collab with any other writer on here, who would it be? (Perhaps this question will inspire some collabs!) If you’re shy, don’t tag the blog, just name it.

...to be honest, I don’t do a lot of collaborations overall, and most of the ones I do tend to be with people I’ve been friends with/RP’d with for a Long Time.

That being said, I’m possibly open to trying? Right now I have a lot on my plate, both fic and IRL wise, over the next couple months, but if anyone’s interested, hit me up and we’ll see if we can work together!

41) What’s you favourite minor character you’ve written?

In Star Wars? Probably Bo-Katan. I really do wanna finish/start posting our faces like a mirror before the Mandalore Arc actually airs (not that I care about jossing so much, but it’d be nice to Officially lock my canon there so I can point to it if anyone does the whole ‘but canon says!’ thing at me, lol). Also, I love writing Beru, at least the way I write her in Precipice.

If we expand to other fandoms...Nick in SPN, at least before canon brought him back wrong; for BSG...well, most of the ‘minor’ characters I like are really secondary and/or Major in one arc or two--i.e., D’Anna, Gaeta, Ellen Tigh is a lot of fun; in AtLA, I personally mostly wrote major characters and OCs (though some of those were...people who had definitely Existed, but were not named or explored in canon--i.e., Lu Ten’s mother), but my primary RP/writing partner and I worked a lot with Haru and Song and Teo and the Dai Li, among others...but said partner mostly handled them.

44) What is the last line you wrote?

((With an additional line for context; also this is subject to change.))

“True,” Sabe said. “...are you sure you’re ready for this?”

“No,” Padme admitted, after a moment’s thought. “But I think if I wait much longer, I’ll...I’ll either start climbing the walls until I run out and do something righteous and half-planned and stupid, or I’ll...or I’ll never be able to figure how to start, and I’ll just...”

49) Can you remember the first fic you read? What was it about?

I cannot, sadly. But it would’ve been 15-20 years ago, and probably either Star Wars or Harry Potter. Maybe Dragonlance or DBZ or Sailor Moon.

Ask me a fanfic writer question!

[therealpolyglot-blog]

7 things I don't stress about anymore

I used to be annoyed by everything that didn’t go the way I wanted, and even though I still stress about many things, I’ve learned that not everything is worth being upset about. I decided then in order to stay healthy I had to avoid situations that will eventually depress me or give any sort of anxiety and I learned over all to let go of things, people and certain memories. You know, so I don’t spend my time and energy on silly things. And I know it is better said than done, but I really put my energy on everything that made me happy so my life would start having a nicer view.

So, here are 7 things I don’t care about anymore:

1. Looking and being perfect all the time

Having my hair and makeup done, always saying the right thing, pretending I know it all and trying to look cool is long gone from my actual life. As a teen I tried hard to fit in and show everyone that I am more than just their expectations. But, at this moment in my life I just don’t care anymore! Being perfect will never be a priority in my life, never again.

2. Things not going exactly the way I wanted

I am so grateful that I do not have the control of everything. I use to think that I have to do everything on my own for it to be perfect. But now I let others take charge I do not always have to lead, I am able to choose what I want to take charge of and what I can let others do! So now I have more time to spend on myself and less time to try and control everything around me.

3. Comparing myself to others

I realized that everyone is made and shaped differently, we can’t have the same because we haven’t lived the same lives. So, If someone can speak 20 languages when they’re 18 years old, instead of feeling like I’ve been losing my time, I compliment them, feel genuinely happy for them and ask them for advice!

4. Making mistakes

I am human, that’s it! I make mistakes not only in language learning but in my life! I am only (almost) 23 years old. I am not supposed to know it all. Eventually I’ll make mistakes then I’ll learn from them and move on! And yes sometimes these mistakes hurt, so when this happens I would just look at the bigger picture and realize is not as bad as it seems.

5. Not knowing how my life’s gonna turn out

My life has changed so drastically and so often in the last 2 years that I just don’t stress about how everything’s gonna turn out! I plan ahead to the future in a general sense and let myself go with it! It is just how I rather live my life. I just know that in my life anything could happen.

6. Who I used to be and who I am supposed to be

One of the things I use to get very upset about was missing my past self and not being up to the standards of who I am supposed to be and, even though I am still not 100% past this, I can say that I stress at least less about this. I would still get uncomfortable when someone asks me about my university and then I have to tell them that I didn’t finish it and that I am not planning to, but with every time this question comes up I get an opportunity to show pride of who I am right now and understand that that’s the only version of me that really matters.

7. Pleasing others so they like me

I used to pretend I was strong and didn’t care, while inside I would break every time I was rejected or pushed away. I would change myself to seem cooler. Right now I don’t want to be a cool kid anymore. I am a huge nerd and I’ve always been! I love languages, fashion and art, I am not the smartest person you’ll meet but I know my stuff. My relationships are simple. If you like me for who I am then you are welcome and I will adore you forever. If I am not cool or smart enough for you then you can go and find people that will make you happier! I am so happy that I learned how to let go and be proud of who I am. I am more confident and more genuinely me! And by any means I am not trying to say that I have it all figured out, I bet that if I rewrite this post in 5 years I would talk about 7 very different things that now consumes all my energy! Still, it is nice to see how much I’ve grown and how much I’ve learned. What is one thing you don’t stress about anymore? Mari

7 cosas por las cuales ya no me estreso

Cuando las cosas no salían como yo quería era común verme molesta y aunque no puedo decir que ya nada me estresa, he aprendido que no vale la pena molestarse por ciertas cosas. Entonces decidí que para mantener mi salud mental lo mejor que podía hacer era evitar todo aquello que me deprimiera o me genera ansiedad y deje ir personas, cosas e incluso algunos recuerdos que ya no necesitaba. Sabes, para no gastar mi energía en cosas tontas. Se que esto suena muy bonito pero no es tan sencillo de lograr, pero realmente me esforcé en utilizar mi energía en todo lo que me hiciera feliz para darle una vuelta a mi vida.

Así que aquí les dejo las 7 cosas que ya no me estresan:

1. Verme y actuar como si fuera perfecta

Estar siempre arreglada, siempre decir lo correcto, pretender que lo sé todo y tratar de parecer cool son cosas que ya no forman parte de mi vida. Gran parte de mi adolescencia la pasé intentando encajar y tratando de demostrarles a los demás qué podía hacer mucho más que lo que se esperaba de mí. Pero en este punto de mi vida es algo que ya no tiene importancia. Ser perfecta no volverá a ser una prioridad en mi vida, más nunca.

2. Cuando las cosas no salen como yo quiero

Estoy muy agradecida de no tener el control de todo en este momento. Solía pensar que debía hacer las cosas sola si quería que salieran a mi manera, pero ahora dejo que otros tomen el liderazgo de vez en cuando. Soy capaz de decidir cuando quiero tomar el cargo y cuando es mejor que otros lo hagan. Y como resultado ahora tengo más tiempo para mi y pierdo menos tiempo intentando controlar todo a mi alrededor.

3. Compararme con otros

Me di cuenta que todos somos distintos. No podemos tener lo mismo porque no hemos tenido las mismas experiencias. Así que, si conozco a alguien que a los 18 ya puede hablar más de 20 idiomas, en vez de sentir como que he perdido mi tiempo; lo alago, me siento genuinamente feliz por esa persona y le pido consejos humildemente.

4. Cometer errores

Soy humana, que más te puedo decir. Cometo errores, no solo cuando estoy aprendiendo un idioma sino también en las decisiones de vida. Apenas tengo (casi) 23 años, no se supone que lo sepa todo. Eventualmente cometere errores, me caeré, aprenderé a no hacerlo otra vez y seguiré con mi vida. No te lo voy a negar, a veces cometer errores duele, y cuando esto sucede no puedo hacer mas que pensar que quizás no todo es tan malo como parece.

5. No saber cómo será mi futuro

Mi vida ha cambiado drásticamente y constantemente en los últimos 2 años y eso me ha enseñado a no estresarme cuando no se en que dirección ire. Planeo el futuro como pueda y dejó que la vida me lleve a donde me tenga que llevar. Yo solo sé que en mi vida todo puede suceder.

6. Quién se supone que debo ser y quién era

Una de las cosas que más cambia mi humor es extrañar la persona que era antes y, a su vez, no cumplir los estándares de la persona que se supone que debo ser ahora. Aunque no te puedo decir que ya superé esto al 100%, por lo menos sé que lo estoy empezando a ignorar. Todavía me siento incomoda cuando alguien me pregunta a qué universidad fuí y luego tengo que decirles que no terminé mis estudios y que no planeo hacerlo. Cada vez que me hacen esta pregunta lo veo como un oportunidad para sentirme orgullosa de quién soy y para entender que la única versión de mi que importa es la que está viviendo en este preciso momento (el presente).

7. Complacer a los demás para caerles bien

Solía actuar como que era demasiado fuerte y no me importaba, mientras por dentro me sentía mal cada vez que me rechazaban o me alejaban. Cambia partes de mi para ser más cool. Ya no quiero ser uno de los chicos cool. Soy una super nerd y siempre lo he sido. ME encantan los idiomas, la moda y el arte, quizás no sea la persona más inteligentes que conozcas pero se de lo que hablo. Conmigo es fácil, si me quieres por quien soy seremos amigos por siempre, si no soy lo suficientemente cool para tí entonces buscate a alguien más. Estoy muy feliz de haber aprendido a dejar ir lo que no me sirve y a estar orgullosa de quién soy. Tengo más confianza en mí misma, y de ninguna manera quiero insinuar que lo sé todo. Estoy segura que sí re-escribo este post en 5 años hablaría de 7 cosas que en este momento consumen toda mi energía. Sin embargo, es agradable saber que he crecido como persona y que estoy aprendiendo a ser cada día más feliz. ¿Qué es lo que ya no te estresa? Mari

7 Dinge, von denen ich mich nicht mehr stressen lasse

Ich neigte dazu, mich über alles aufzuregen, das nicht so lief, wie ich es wollte. Und obwohl ich mich noch von einigen Sachen stressen lasse, habe ich gelernt, dass es sich nicht lohnt, sich über alles aufzuregen. Ich habe dann beschlossen, um gesund zu bleiben, müsste ich Situationen vermeiden, die mich letztendlich deprimierten oder mir Angst einflößten. Und ich lernte im Allgemeinen, dass ich Sachen, Leute und bestimmte Erinnerungen loslassen musste. Du weißt schon, damit ich meine Zeit nicht mit doofen Sachen vergeude. Und ich weiß, es ist einfacher gesagt als getan, aber ich stecke meine Kraft wirklich in alles, das mich glücklich macht, damit mein Leben bessere Aussichten hat.

Also, hier sind die 7 Dinge, von denen ich mich nicht mehr stressen lasse:

1. Immer perfekt auszusehen und zu sein

Meine Haare und mein Make-Up zu richten, immer das Richtige sagen, vorzugeben alles zu wissen und versuchen cool auszusehen, sind Sachen, die längst verschwunden sind aus meinem eigentlichen Leben. Als ein Teenager versuchte ich sehr stark mich anzupassen und jedem zu zeigen, dass ich mehr war als ihre Erwartungen. Aber, zu diesem Zeitpunkt meines Lebens, interessiert es mich einfach nicht mehr! Perfekt zu sein wird nie eine Priorität in meinem Leben sein, nie wieder!

2. Dinge, die nicht so laufen, wie ich es möchte

Ich bin so dankbar, dass ich keine Kontrolle über alles habe. Ich dachte immer, dass ich alles alleine machen müsste, damit es perfekt wird. Aber nun lasse ich andere übernehmen, ich muss nicht immer alles leiten, ich kann selbst entscheiden welche Leitung ich übernehmen möchte und was ich andere machen lassen kann! Nun kann ich also mehr Zeit für mich verbringen und weniger Zeit dafür verschwenden, alles kontrollieren zu wollen, das um mich herum geschieht.

3. Mich mit anderen vergleichen

Ich habe realisiert, dass jeder anders gestrickt ist, wir können nicht alles das Gleiche haben, denn wir haben nicht die gleichen Leben gelebt. So, wenn also jemand 20 Sprachen sprechen kann und er 18 Jahre alt ist, beglückwünsche ich die Person anstatt zu denken, ich hätte Zeit verloren. Ich bin aufrichtig glücklich für sie und frage sie um Rat.

4. Fehler machen

Ich bin ein Mensch, so ist’s nunmal! Ich mache Fehler, nicht nur beim Sprachenlernen, aber auch in meinem Leben! Ich bin erst (fast) 23 Jahre alt. Ich muss noch nicht alles wissen. Letztendlich werde ich Fehler machen und werde etwas daraus lernen und weiterziehen! Und ja, diese Fehler schmerzen vielleicht mal, doch wenn dies geschieht, werde ich auf das große Ganze blicken und realisieren, dass es nicht so schlimm ist, wie es scheint.

5. Nicht zu wissen, wie das Leben aussehen wird

Mein Leben hat sich so drastisch verändert und so oft in den letzten 2 Jahren, dass ich mich einfach nicht mehr davon stressen lasse, wie mein Leben aussehen wird! Ich plane die Zukunft im Allgemeinen voraus und lass alles auf mich zukommen! So lebe ich mein Leben einfach lieber. Ich weiß einfach, dass in meinem Leben alles passieren könnte.

6. Wer ich einmal war und wer ich jetzt bin

Eine der Sachen, die mich sehr störten, war, dass ich mein altes Ich vermisste und dass ich nicht allen Anforderung entspreche, denen ich entsprechen sollte. Und obwohl ich noch nicht 100% darüber hinweg bin, kann ich sagen, dass ich mich immerhin ein bisschen weniger davon stressen lasse. Ich fühle mich dennoch unwohl, wenn mich jemand nach der Universität fragt und ich ihnen sagen muss, dass ich es nicht abgeschlossen habe und dass ich es auch nicht vorhabe. Aber jedes mal, wenn die Frage aufkommt, bekomme ich eine Gelegenheit zu zeigen, wie stolz ich darauf bin, wer ich momentan bin und verstehe, dass dies die einzige Version von mir ist, die zählt.

7. Es anderen recht zu machen, damit sie mich mögen

Ich gab immer vor, dass ich stark war und es mich nicht interessiert, während ich innerlich jedes mal zusammenbrach, wenn ich zurückgewiesen oder weggestoßen wurde. Ich veränderte mich selbst, um cooler zu wirken. Momentan möchte ich kein cool kid mehr sein. Ich bin ein riesiger Nerd und ich war es immer! Ich liebe Sprachen, Mode und Kunst, ich bin nicht die klügste Person, die du antreffen kannst, aber ich weiß über meine Dinge Bescheid. Meine Beziehungen sind einfach. Wenn du mich so magst, wie ich bin, dann bist du willkommen und ich werde dich für immer gern haben. Wenn ich nicht cool oder klug genug für dich bin, dann zieh los und finde Leute, die dich glücklicher machen! Ich bin so froh, dass ich gelernt habe, loszulassen und stolz darauf zu sein, wer ich bin. Ich bin selbstbewusster und eine aufrichtigere Version von mir! Und damit möchte ich nicht versuchen zu sagen, dass ich schon alles herausgefunden hätte, ich wette, wenn ich diesen Beitrag in 5 Jahren noch einmal schreibe, würde ich über 7 andere Dinge reden, die dann meine ganze Energie verbrauchen! Dennoch ist es schön zu sehen wie sehr ich gewachsen bin und wie viel ich gelernt habe. Von welcher Sache lässt du dich nicht mehr stressen? Mari

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Justice for Chloe Bourgeois went viral to the Bashers on Twitter by Making Her Bully in Public to Marinette Dupain-Cheng. YouTuber was Slammed to Her Rant with Thomas Astruc for an Insult.

PARIS, FRANCE -- Around the 4th week of March in 2020, some of these bashers are petitioning & boycotting the fictional character to Justice at the College Francoise Dupont in Paris City. She's on rival to Marinette by simply to bully her on the spot in class.

The actual basher reactions of #JusticeForChloeB, was spreaded like wildfires in viral (for a different languages):

a chloe ainda tinha bastante atitudes erradas até cagarem ela dnv na batalha dos miraculous acho que ela "voltar a ser totalmente má" só vai melhorar a redenção dela, ela eh uma personagem que merece ter uma virada mais bem planejada #JusticeForChloeB

— 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙖៹⁷ 🦊 (@agustdattebayo)

24 de março de 2020

MDS a Chloe tem inúmeros traumas de infância e o desenvolvimento dela foi péssimo, Thomas simplesmente esqueceu que ela é só uma menina de 14 anos e não sabe não dá vida ainda, ela merece um amadurecimento e não ser sentenciada como alguém ruim#JusticeforChloeB

— 𝐸𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑢⁷ | 𝐵𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑆𝑤𝑎𝑛𓍯↬🦢🌵 (@emanublue)

24 de março de 2020

#JusticeForChloeB #MiraculousLadybug My opinions on this: (please be respectful, don't insult Astruc!) DISCLAIMER Astruc is THE author. If he says Chloé's irredeemable, fine. As a mere viewer & fan though, I feel there're inconsistencies. He wanted to show us A, he showed us B.

— Orkprof 🇪🇺🇮🇹🗡️☣ (@OrkprofTV)

March 25, 2020

I've never seen an episode of Miraculous, but can you shut the fuck up about Chloe? #JusticeForChloeB

— 🔅robin🔅witch of light🔅aquapio🔅 (@RedChestedBird)

March 25, 2020

#JusticeForChloeB Okay, to the people insulting Thomas, you are taking this way too far. Yes, Chloe deserved better (I don’t care what anyone else says, ladybug should feel bad for what she did to chloe), but attacking Thomas isn’t going to get you anywhere.

— Austin Holden (@AustinHolden15)

March 25, 2020

#JusticeForChloeB it's sad to see all these people on this tag attacking everyone and being like "lmao fuck ya'll" to even the reasonable Chloe fans. You're no better than the people who attack Thomas for how he writes his characters if you go on to attack people in the tag.

— Kay (@GuaranteedBad)

March 25, 2020

What the fuck is this #JusticeForChloeB ??! Guys, tell me, is that your story? Is that YOUR cartoon? Are you scriptwriter? No. You are toxic people. You are the bad side of this community. You make us shame. You are kid. You know nothing Jean-Michel snow.

— Aure pas dehors (@Aure_Magik)

March 25, 2020

And the opinions about the same hashtag, was totally disagree from the netizens of Ladybug:

@Thomas_Astruc#JusticeForChloeB Guys,Waik up your fresh mind Chloe had stole a miraculous Akumatize the whole class because of his caprice and his evilness Taking the miraculous by putting Paris in a hole danger Join Hawkoth and reveal the identity of every miraculous holders!

— Miraculous Fan Officiel (@MiraculousFan6)

March 25, 2020

you want her to have a good developpement and put Paris in a high danger. This is Chloé and anyone can change those kind of people so Chloé is a vilain and always stay a vilain ! Why acharning yourself on Thomas like that ! And what are expecting from her having good side..Never!

— Miraculous Fan Officiel (@MiraculousFan6)

March 25, 2020

Thomas all u do is justifying your decisions by downgrading anyone who tries to question anything u do. There was room for Chloe's development to go either way, towards positive change or remaining stuck in her old ways. Making her unredeemable was a choice #JusticeForChloeB

— 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑐𝑢𝑙𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑑𝑦𝑏𝑢𝑔⁷ #⃝ 🐞 (@jooluvshye)

March 24, 2020

U say we're just too used to cliches when MLB entire plot and characters are also build on cliche tropes and formulas. Also, making an unpopular decision when it comes to character development doesn't mean your writing is good, unexpected or surprising #JusticeForChloeB

— 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑐𝑢𝑙𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑑𝑦𝑏𝑢𝑔⁷ #⃝ 🐞 (@jooluvshye)

March 24, 2020

You're only sacrificing a female character development (something common with this show) as a poorly attempt of subverting expectations. There was a famous example recently of a popular show that went down that same route and we all know how that turned out... #JusticeForChloeB

— 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑐𝑢𝑙𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑑𝑦𝑏𝑢𝑔⁷ #⃝ 🐞 (@jooluvshye)

March 24, 2020

Again, it was a choice and we're not happy about it. Just so you know. You're not going to see this since you blocked me for some reason but I'm giving you (and anyone who cares enough to read) a piece of my mind anyway. Stay at home, everyone lol #JusticeForChloeB

— 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑐𝑢𝑙𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑑𝑦𝑏𝑢𝑔⁷ #⃝ 🐞 (@jooluvshye)

March 24, 2020

#justiceforchloeb here's why we don't stan this hashtag :) pic.twitter.com/NRSNefsR43

— Dawn (@jayjaykindacray)

April 9, 2020

In his statement to Thomas Astruc (Creator & Director himself of Miraculous Ladybug), during the pandemic event of CoViD19:

Currently under spam attack from fans with hashtag #JusticeForChloeB, involving a lot of insults, while I'm working myself to death in order for the show not to suffer from quarantine. They don't even realize they're displaying the same toxic behavior as Chloé's. Oh, the irony.

— Thomas Astruc (@Thomas_Astruc)

March 24, 2020

We didn't rewrite anything. That's part of her arc. The disappointment you felt is the same Ladybug felt. Mission accomplished from a writing point of view. I fail to see how that this makes me similar to Chloé, whereas bullying someone online is clearly something Chloé would do.

— Thomas Astruc (@Thomas_Astruc)

March 24, 2020

If Thomas was planning to it's Redemption Arc to Chloe, when the Bashers wanted:

The more I'm spammed about Chloé, the more it proves we were accurate with this character. Some fans' inability to see the toxicity in her behavior, or excuse it, is the best reason to keep on developing Chloé as we did.

— Thomas Astruc (@Thomas_Astruc)

March 24, 2020

Chloe's arc is about someone who refuses to change and acknowledge her mistakes, and thinks she's right to behave as if she was superior to others. She disappoints those who wants to see the best in people, and believe that people can change if given the oportunity.

— Thomas Astruc (@Thomas_Astruc)

March 31, 2020

Redemption is something that is shown by all other characters through akumatization experience. Chloe's purpose of the show is to warn about the people who willingly refuse it. Chloe redemption is a fan trope.

— Thomas Astruc (@Thomas_Astruc)

March 31, 2020

Justifying Chloé's behavior by behaving the same way IRL proves that we were right to build it this way. In the show, there will never be what I call in french, "une prime aux salauds". It saddens me you're unable to see it.

— Thomas Astruc (@Thomas_Astruc)

March 31, 2020

The Virtual Celebrity speaks out on our sister YouTube affiliate, she did a rant very badly for insulting to Thomas and boycotting to her suspect on Chloe together. She insisted to take action by forcing everyone to block and report on both (even filing to the FBI), for the message of it's Twitter Bashers to themselves. Bashers & 4chan's /co/ doesn't care about Chloe Bourgeois, but not the Voice Actor herself (known as Marie Chevalot).

Some multiple reports was sent anonymously to the Principal upon bullying with Marinette in this school. While the Creator himself (Thomas Astruc), possibly goes for the death threats and insultance. Thomas was possibly planned to resign at the end of the latest season for this year of Miraculous Ladybug, when these negative bashers replies himself by taking his chances to comply for a change with a protest, petition and anger situations of troll in public.

The French Court was spoken between Chloe Bourgeois & Thomas Astruc, as violated by the school law with indefinitely expelled at the College Francoise Dupont. Individually, she will be sentenced to 2 years in prison as amended by the Republic Act #10627 & Senate Bill #2793: Section 2c on Both or Anti-Bullying Act of 2013; with the fine charges of EUD900.

And Thomas was also sentenced for a Libel to 12 years in prison, under the Republic Act #10175 or Cybercrime Prevention Act of 2012: Section 4-4. The fines can be charged to EUD9,000 for a Reclusion Temporal. Optionally on both suspects, expect on both for the Republic Act #7659 or An Act to Impose the Death Penalty on Certain Heinous Crimes: Section 4 as a bonus punishment.

Parole will be officially denied permanently, during and after it's released from bail and the court with or without the fines when they corrected the fault on both. It's best to both of them... will be hero-less.

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Boo tumblr!!!!! I’ve been having issues with the tags . I tried to rewrite them and then I accidentally skipped a whole row 😂 but I’ll try again hopefully this time it works! They really are in love... so so so in love. 😂 it has been stressful writing it Viti!!! No sabes cuanto!!!!!! 😂 let’s hope everything comes out ok 😉

Love After You (Pt. 3)

Summary: In a time of ballrooms and ballgowns, a looming war threatens to bring darkness. Still, love finds a way to cut through. Some loves, you find, come slowly. Others, come unexpectedly. Could either one survive the war that is to come?

A/N: So this chapter took a lot longer than I expected.. so sorry about that! But I really do hope you enjoy it!! Thank you so much for giving this series a chance, it means the world to me! Thanks for reading :D. 

Links are still being mean so if you’d like to read previous chapters look up “love after you links” :D

It’s there, written out for you and you wish you hadn’t read it, wish you didn’t have to read it. 

I’ve received my orders, the note reads in Steve’s handwriting – an elegant curve to his letters. We move out in a few days.

Somehow, though, despite the ache in your chest and the weight of the dread that is building on your shoulders, your feet manage to carry you back to the gazebo where only a few weeks ago you had reunited with Steve.

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