#the way they spun in those ships was so funny

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[seattlesellie]

hi angelll 🦋 I was wondering if you could write something about ellie having a dacryphilia kink, if not that’s okay I know it’s a little bit out there 🩵

not out there at all bb <3

ellie fucking loves in when you cry.

warnings: darcyphilia, public sex

fucking titanic. so cheesy, too.

little muffled soft sobs were escaping your mouth. sometimes watching a film in the theater made it feel… well, real. eyes locked on the screen, you couldnt help but feel pain. why did it have to happen to them? and that little old couple holding hands? and oh god - jack and rose were on that fucking door now too? youve watched that shit about a million times already, and it never failed to make you act like this. is the salty taste on your tongue from the buttery popcorn or from your flood of tears?

“mmph” you scrunched your nose, sniffling, trying to hold the snot inside.

and then there was ellie. munching on that popcorn, eyes focused on the screen, caressing your thigh, comforting you. did she just - hold in a giggle?

“s’not- not funny” you sniffled, josteled her, making her head bob.

“know its not, babe- just, so cute” she whispered, her lip curling into a sly smile. “so cute, youre so cute” she while smiling, and shoved another popcorn in her mouth.

“how are you not crying?!” you blurted out, utterly flabbergasted. how was she so calm about this? you could feel your own body trembling, tears clinging to your cheeks like pesky little irritants, and she didn't seem remotely fazed? It's rose and jack, for christs sake! theyre destined for a tragic end! not to mention the sinking ship, the countless lives at stake, and, oh my god, what if there were innocent animals aboard? what if there's a helpless puppy trapped in that chaos? that thought alone is just...

you let out a loud sob. what if?!

“shh… shh… gonna get us kicked out” she cooed, gently brushing away yet another warm tear from your cheek.

you turned your gaze back to the screen, desperately attempting to swallow the lump lodged in your throat. “els- cant not cry” you whimpered, followed by a sniffle and another plaintive whine.

ellie didnt turn her head back, however. ellie was staring at you, squinting her brows. ellie was supposed to watch the movie. but ellie had a different one playing in her head.

the way you uttered her name, a soft, pleading whine, oh… the way that sweet voice made her feel. your words spun her mind in dizzying circles.. “els… too tight” sniffle. she almost heard it echoing in her head. “hurting me, els” oh god. “s’too much ellie…” shit. she felt like she was writing a script. jack and rose didnt have shit on her.

she gulped. you didnt notice.

her left hand reached out to caress the dampness you had left upon her shoulder. she lightly pinched the fabric, witnessing a small droplet of moisture emerge, wetting her fingertip.

she was sick.

she shifted in her sit, slid off it slightly, and started shaking her leg.

focus on the movie, ellie. theres people around.

it was suddenly too hot, and her heart was beating too fast. why did she… like this? why did those tears, why did those whines… why were her boxers feeling tighter on her body?

she cleared her throat silently. eyes on the screen, ellie.

“hug me ellie” you whined.

can you stop fucking whining?

“of course” she whispered, and shifted to get closer. she wiped a tear from your eye. she wasnt laughing now. “put your head on my chest” she commanded. stay close right there, right there.

your tears continued to flow unabated. a wet patch had formed on her white tank top, marking the spot where your emotions had spilled over. one of your tears trickled down her chest, forging a path akin to a meandering river.

she felt like scratching herself. like slapping herself in the face. she listened to your soft breaths, and occasional sniffs.

she wondered if she could make you cry like that. wondered if youd sniff like that, if youd whine like that, when she was buried deep inside. could she circle your little clit with her thumb? and then could she wipe that tear off your cheek - with that same finger?

she gulped again. it was way too uncomfortable now, and why did you have to wear that top? why did you have to bring her here? why did your whines sound so cute, and why did she need to touch you right now and be the only reason for your tears?

fuck rose and jack. and fuck that ship.

her hand was still resting on your thigh. but it was moving now, ever so slightly, caressing it. she wanted to push it, push your buttons. she traced little circles on your thigh, and pretended to watch the flick playing on the screen.

her hand climbed futher up, and she was observing you intently from the corner of her eye.

your breath hitched up. “tickles” you murmured, in between sniffles.

“sorry” she whispered. she wasnt.

“you really are cute, though” she smirked.

every time she talked - its like you missed a scene. what if jack just died? what it he died and then your girlfriend called you cute and now you missed it?

“watch the movie, ellie” you warned.

like you could ever fucking warn her.

“m’watching it” she responded. “watching the movie.” if you were the movie you referred to, yeah, she was watching.

she planted a little kiss on your cheek. the old man sitting besides you sniffed. oh man, was he crying? the thought triggered yet another tear to cascade down your face. it felt as if someone had left a faucet running, the tears flowing without restraint.

her hand was caressing higher on your thigh now, and she squished the fat on the side. it almost hurt. ellie was wheezing now, she tried to hold her breath, but she couldnt.

she cupped your cunt, without warning.

shit.

her gaze adverted to the people sitting on the sits next to you. she was checking if theyd notice if she fucked you with her fingers right now.

the sudden contact made you jump. her hand was so warm, and it somehow managed to press right on your clit, and it tickled, but it felt so so good… but jack- but oh, ellie.

“what are you doing?” you whispered frantically. the lady sitting next to you cleared her throat. you didnt really whisper, apparently.

“i told you… youre cute” ellie whispered into your ear, her warm breath gently caressing your skin.

“and i like it when you cry”

oh.

you didnt respond. was the movie still rolling? your cheeks were still wet. your breathing got heavier.

she caressed your cunt through your jeans, and crossed her legs. she needed her own type of friction, too. her index finger went up and down the hem of the jeans located right on your clit. she was teasing it, pressing slightly. you spread your legs, involuntarily, almost. you looked at her with this look, it was filled with doubt, but god did you look needy, and pathetic, eyes glistening and cheeks burning. it drove her crazy.

“dont look at me, look at the screen” she commanded, brought her hand to your chin, pinched it and forced your face to shift towards the screen again. you tried to, tried to fixate on the moving characters, but fuck - it felt too good, and you needed more.

“gonna fuck you right here, gonna give you a real reason to cry, yeah?” she whispered, and you shivered. her pupils were blown out. for all she knew the movie was over and the credits rolled up. for all she knew a mall cop was standing right in front of you, she didnt really give a fuck.

“mm- yeah?” you whimpered, and slapped your hand on your mouth. fuck, you needed to stay quiet. this could definitely put you on a list.

ellie took the popcorn container and placed it on your crotch.

“shut up” she whispered in your ear, making you moan a string of curse words.

she shifted her eyes towards the screen, and pretended to watch.

her hand skillfully opened the button of your jeans, and fuck, you were shaking.

she played with the band of your panties with her veiny hand, gave it a twist and started pulling it up. it was grazing over your clit so good. you held back a moan, eyes rolling back.

your heart was beating so fast. what if people saw? what if-

ellie let go of your panties, and slid her hand right in. god, you were soaking, and you didnt even notice. she chuckled. shed give you shit for it later. “how are you always so wet for me?” its like you could read her thoughts.

her middle finger played with your sleek, brushing it up and down so slowly. she wanted to fucking taste it. pull your pants down, and start licking your pussy in front of everyone, giving them a real good fucking show. your mind went blank. ellie, ellie, ellie. that was the name of the movie playing now.

she bit her knuckle. she fucking loved teasing you, but fuck did she need to put a finger in, fuck- did she need to feel how tight you swallow it in, how your hole just clenches, how it owns her, holding her locked inside.

she wanted to - but she couldnt. make her cry.

her finger merely grazed your tight hole, teasing it. she wouldnt go inside, absolutely not. she caressed it up and down, and side to side, and then almost, almost let it slip inside, but pulled back. your mouth was watering, you wanted to chase that climax - you felt like you could come right then and there, just from knowing, just from feeling her hand on your cunt. the noise that came out was disgusting, her hand was covered in your sweet juices, creating obscene squelching sounds.

you whimpered in your sit, and tried pushing your hips forward. if she didnt put it inside, you needed to feel at least something on your clit. she was purposely avoiding it. its like you were cockwarming her hand. “m’god” you gulped.

“yeah?” she whispered into your ear and cupped your cunt again, and you turned your needy gaze to her for just a second. her eyes were closed and her eyebrows were squinting, you could hear her heavy unsteady breaths.

you whimpered, and bit your lips so hard they bled slightly. keep fucking quiet, she told you to shut up.

with her hand cupping your cunt, she began moving it up and down, grabbing your entire pussy with her hand. the popcorn container moved with it, bobbing up and down. fuck, thank god its dark.

she gave your clit a pinch, and it fucking hurt, but it felt so good, sending small jolts of pleasure to your body. she wouldnt let it go, just pinched it, and then released, and pinched it again. you needed to cum so bad, you almost cried. “m’ellie… ellie” you whispered while moaning her name, chanting it like a prayer. almost there, almost exploded all over her warm hand,

its like she read your mind. “dont cum” she whispered in your ear, making you let out a muffled moan.

you nodded your head frantically, trying to swallow the moans threatening to leave your mouth.

a tear formed in your eye. you needed it so bad.

she formed circles with her cupped hand again. you could feel everything. you took your sweater covered hand and bit it down.

she was panting in her sit.

“thats it” she whispered in your ear, and pinched your pussy lips together, so swollen, so pathetic.

the hot tear came down so fast, dropping on your cheek, and then sledding down on your neck, on your chest now.

“cry about it” she commanded, whispering in your ear, trying to hold back her own sounds of pleasure.

so you did.

[colibrie]

Uncharted Territory, part one.

All love and credit to @trilobitepunch, for the amazing art work,the listening ear, and the endless encouragement. You are amazing Trilo!

“I’ve got snacks!”

Mikeys cheery voice cut through the racetrack of his thoughts, shepherding Leo’s attention back to the bustle and hum of the fuel depot. His younger brother was skipping towards him, boxes of ration bars and a few brightly colored bags filling his arms to near bursting. 

“The selections not that great,” Mikey continued, cheeks puffing in annoyance as he reached Leo, hopping comically on one leg as he fought to open the cargo hatch with his toes. “But I did manage to finagle two boxes of the better rations out of the shop keep, aaaaaand she even threw in some of those sweet sticks I like!”

“The ones dad banned you from having because of that time you were literally bouncing off the walls?” Leo teased, leaning casually against the ship’s hull as he flashed a smirk at his baby brother. “Force help us all.”

“Leeeeo!” Mikey whined, beak wrinkling in embarrassment as he scowled affronted at big brother. “I was six! Don’t be a jerk!”

“Hey, as the only other person stuck in an incredibly small ship with you for the foreseeable future, I think I have a right to be concerned!” Leo goaded, reaching out to casually flip the fuel valve off as the warning chime sounded. 

“Just for that, I’m gonna hide the good rations from you,” Mikey shot back as the hatch finally opened with a soft hiss. “You get the spinach and spiva protein flavors, while I get the strawberry and chocolate.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, you got strawberry?!” Leo squawked, arms flailing as he spun around, feet briefly slipping on the steel grating. “Hand em over!”

“No!” Mikey jeered, sticking out his tongue as he shoved the boxes and bags into the hold.

“Miiiikey.”

“Who’s the funny one now Leon?!”

“Your face,” Leo muttered lamely, pursing his lips into an exaggerated pout as he disconnected the hose. He projected a cloak of sulky energy, shaking his head with covert fondness as Mikey crowed in triumph and bit into one of his sweet sticks. He could let his little brother think he’d won this round. At least one of them deserved to laugh through this.

He blinked, and the world fell away once more.

Crimson blades reflecting off obsidian armor. The wall crumbling under his shell, like wet tissue paper. Screams of anger and fear as the darkness closed in, air cut off as something heavy twisted his lungs…

“So!” Mikey’s voice snapped Leo back once more to the fluorescently lit present. The smaller turtle had ducked under the shuttle’s wing and now stood at his side, oblivious to Leo’s lapse in attention as he worked with way through his treat. “What do we do now?”

Leo quickly turned away, scowling at the fuel hose as he wound in back into the holder.

“What do you mean?” he asked, proud of how even his voice stayed as he worked to get his face back into a casual smile.

“I mean, we’ve covered step one, right? We’re far enough away from home that no one will recognize us. We’ve got a full tank of fuel and enough rations to last two weeks if we play things right. What’s step two? How are we going to get Raph and Donnie back?”

“First off, we are going not talking about things where anyone passing by could hear us,” Leo chided under his breath, turning back to Mikey with a roll of his eyes.

“There’s hardly anyone around!” Mikey protested.

“And there are even less people around in hyperspace,” Leo retorted, flicking his fingers in a dismissive shooing motion, “so go start the pre-flight checks so we can get out of here.”

“Ugh! Fine! Be that way,” Mikey groaned, stomping away towards the cockpit with an energy only the youngest member of a family could muster.

Leo watched him go, sucking in a subtle breath through his teeth once his sibling was safely ensconced within the metal walls of the ship. He let his body sag for a second, leaning his temple against the riveted metal. Exhaustion seemed to press in from every angle, cheerfully reminding him of how large his sleep debt had grown in the week since they’d left their home and their father behind. How many nights his insomnia kept him awake, listening to Mikey’s squeaky snores while his thoughts raced at double time. Hours spent staring out the view screen as stars blurred past, fighting to keep his gritty eyes open as incomprehensible nightmares hounded the darkness behind his eyelids. What little sleep he had found was haunted by his twins’ parting words, repeated over and over like a tattoo beaten into his brain.

Find me. I need you. Find me. I need you. Find me. I need you. Find me, find me, find me…

I’m coming. I swear.

“Cmon Leon,” he muttered, pushing himself upright, shaking out his sluggish limbs and angling body towards the hatch as the engines hummed to life. “You got this.”

“Good job on the pre-flight munchkin,” Leo called, plastering a bright grin as he sauntered through the door. “Now outa my chair.”

“Doesn’t have your name on it,” Mikey supplied the rote reply, fingers tapping a happy beat on the consul. “I can launch us.”

“Not on your life brat,” Leo answered as he shoved his brother out of the pilot’s seat, snickering at the indignant squawk that followed.

The controls were comforting weight in his palms as he smoothly guided the ship up and out of station, the restless need to move in his soul settling slightly as velvety folds of the cosmos greeted them once more.

“Can we talk about things now?!” Mikey asked peevishly, flopping into the copilot seat.

“Sure. We can talk. We can talk about the stars, or the latest holo’s. Or where you put those strawberry ration bars. Or-”

“Leeeeeeeo,” Mikey cut in, drawing his brother’s name out in a sing-song tone that barely covered the hard edge reflected in his smile. “What’s the plan? I know you have one, you always do.”

“Of course I have a plan,” Leo hedged, careful to keep his eyes forward and smile easy as Mikey eagerly leaned in towards him.

Perhaps “plan” was a generous way to describe the looped track of findthemfindthemfindthem that had dominated his mind from the moment he’d stormed away from their father, drowning in a hurricane of disbelief and fury. He could not remember where he’d gone to wait out the remainder of that day, or what he might have done. He could barely remember sneaking back into the house to fill a bag with clothes, food, and a few meaningful trinkets. The need to move, to do, to fix things had simply been to great for rational thought to penetrate.

Finding Mikey waiting by the shuttle that night had been like a bucket of ice water to the face, the tempest of his emotions spluttering under his baby brother’s boundless spirit and unyielding will. Every smile, laugh, and hug soothed the embers further, calming the storm enough for clearer thoughts to fill his sleepless nights. Thoughts that wasted little time in confirming just how supremely stupid he’d been acting. Donnie and Raph out matched them in both strength and training, and if their last meeting was any indication, neither was likely to be open to simply talking things through. Mikey’s force abilities were fledgling, and Leo’s were inconsistent and unstable at the best of times. Following his feelings would have led him straight into an early grave. and now it wasn’t just Leo’s shell on the line.

Leo could admit, if only to himself, that he was still flying utterly blind through this. He did not have a plan. No clear course to retrieving those they had lost. But Mikey didn’t need to know that. Leo was nothing if not a proficient performer. Short a plan, he reached for his next best skill, improvisation.

“We are never going to match the people who have Raph and Donnie as we are now. They've proven they can wipe the floor with us,” Leo started as he sat back in the pilot’s chair, idly scooping up a spare gasket to roll through his fingers as he stared hard out the view screen.  

“What’s this “with us”? I seem to recall only one of us getting their shell beat,” Mikey answered with a proud smirk, only to let out another squawk as the gasket nailed him between the eyes.

“As I was saying,” Leo grumbled, “If we want to stand a chance of saving our brothers, we need to get stronger. And to do that we'll need a proper teacher.”

“But who could do that?” Mikey questioned, absently chewing on his lower lip as he cocked his head in thought. “All the Jedi are dead.”

“Splinter survived with two kids in tow,” Leo countered, smiling his most confident smile as he piloted them away from the fuel station. “If he could do it, I am sure there had to have been others who got out and went to ground.”

“Yeah, but… finding a random Jedi hiding in the galaxy… isn’t that is like finding a needle hidden in an ocean of needles?”

“You’re right,” Leo acknowledged, thinking hard. “But we aren’t looking for any random Jedi. We… are… going to find Master Karai. She was Da-Splinters Master. If anyone survived the purge, it would be her, I know it. We just need to find her somehow.”

“Oh!” Mikey perked up, sparks dancing in his smile as he reached out and unsteadily called the holocron to him with a wave of his palm. “We can use dads holocron and the force to find her!”

“Huh?!”

“If she was dad’s master, then he must have gone a lot of places with her. Places she might have gone to hide when the temple was destroyed. If we use the force to look through the maps, maybe it will tell us which one.” Mikey reasoned, tongue poking out between his lips as he tossed the glowing cube between his palms.

“A nice thought, but that's not how the force works Mikey,” Leo declined with a shake of his head.

“How do you know?”

“I just do.”

“How come?”

“It just…doesn’t?”

“That doesn’t sound like a good reason to not try. The recordings of Master Plo Koon said that the force is in everything.”

“It is, but it is not like my magic tricks Angelo. It can’t just make things appear,” Leo tried to explain, struggling to dig back into hazy memories of temple classrooms and supreme boredom. “They told us Jedi masters could use it to pick out individual force signatures in a crowd, but only if they were familiar with the person or knew what to look for. I mean, not even Grandmaster Yoda could find someone all the way across the galaxy!”

“Master Plo also said the force has a will of its own. What if the force wants us to find her?” Mikey countered, staring hard at the holocron before looking up at Leo with hope burning strong and bright. “It led Raph and Donnie to us, I know it. And, I don’t think it would have done that if it didn’t want us to help them. If finding Master Karai is what we need to do that, then I just…I have a feeling the force will steer us in the right direction.”

“Mike…”

“What do we lose by trying?” Mikey coaxed, holding out the holocron.

“It’s…yeah, okay. Sure. Knock yourself out,” Leo sighed, looking away with half shrug.

“We. We can knock ourselves out. Because we are going to do it together.”

“Uh, no we are not! Do I need to remind you of all the reasons why it would be really bad for me to try to use the force? Particularly in a tiny ship in the middle of outer space?!”

“I don’t remember her. Not like you do. And you were the one who just said that a Jedi needed to know the person they were looking for. You don’t have to do anything big, just try to focus on your memories of her. What did she look and sound like? How did she feel in the force? Tell me about it, and I’ll handle the razzmatazz side!”  

Maybe it was the sleepless nights, or the lack of better options no matter how hard he scoured his brain for one. Maybe it was that he had never developed a full proof defense against Mikey’s “please” face. Either way…

“Fiiiine,” he groaned, engaging the autopilot with a flick of his wrist before flopping back in his seat. “I want it on the record that I am humoring you, because there is no way that is going to work. And I am calling the right to rubbing it in when it doesn’t work.”

“And I will be happy to make you eat an “I told you so” sandwich when it totally does.” Mikey replied, beaming. “Now let’s do this!”

Leo reluctantly swiveled the pilot’s chair to face his brother, knocking their knees together. Mikey released the cube, the device opening as it rose to float between them.

“Man, this is stupid,” Leo muttered, begrudgingly holding his hands out, palms turned towards the cube as though warming them on the world’s worst campfire.

“You’re being stupid,” Mikey replied absently, copying Leo from the other side. “Stop complaining and tell me about Master Karai.”

“What’s there to say? She was a dedicated Jedi. She was awesome with lightsaber combat and could be strict when it came to training.”

“How did you meet her?” Mikey coaxed.

“She volunteered to take shifts in the creche whenever she rotated back to the temple,” Leo replied, taking a deep breath to steady himself before reaching back into cobweb covered memories. “She could be a bit awkward sometimes, but she…she cared.”

Leo smiled faintly, eyes slowly losing focus as his attention turned inward, mind wandering further down the paths of remembrance.

“She was loyal to the council, but she never really followed their stances on not forming attachments. Even though she wasn’t in the creche often, she was one of the few people who took the time to understand the four of us. Our personalities and what we needed as individuals. You used to spend time between her visits drawing her all kinds of pictures, then you’d make her sit down and go through each and everyone of them. She’d give you her full attention, every time.”

“She sounds nice,” Mikey murmured, eyes falling to half-mast as he tried to reach for that fickle feeling of the force inside of him.

“She was one of the few that had the patience to understand Donnie, to see him for the genius he was. She never scolded him for things he couldn’t control. She tried to learn what set him off, and tried to get things that would help him cope when I wasn’t there, even though it was against the rules. And she was always there as a listening ear for Raphie. He always looked out for us, but Karai was the one he went to most with his problems. She could always tell when he was getting upset, and she’d take him somewhere to let him blow off steam.”

“And what about you?” Mikey mumbled, closing his eyes fully as something warm bloomed in his chest. Something that crackled like the brightest bonfire, filled him from head to toe with warmth. It swirled in his veins, happy to dance, happy to be, yet unhappy to be so alone. It stretched instinctively towards a distant, cloudy aura, a weak glimmer of deep blue lightning flavored with ozone and storm winds. Seeking, searching.

“She got me,” Leo trailed off.

Lightning blue flinched, shying away as the golden fire prodded it.

“What did she look like? What did she feel like? Do you remember?” Mikey mumbled, fire following some unspoken instinct to keep going. Between them the holocron began to rapidly cycle through maps.  

“She was about my current height. Long black hair. She liked to wear two strands down by her face with the rest pulled back. Light skin, black eyes. She liked to wear long green robes while at the temple, and we used to love to pretend to hide in them. She was…she felt like your favorite blanket after a day in the cold, or my favorite cup of tea. Soft and reliable, and safe…”

Fire hummed. Lightning sparked, finding that tiny, barely mended gap.  

“She made us feel safe.”

For a moment, lightning touched fire. Something snagged, a loop of thread pulling tight. Mikey snapped his hands closed, holding onto it with everything he had. The holocron went still, washing the cockpit with a triumphant glow as it presented the chosen map.

“Omigosh it worked!” Mikey cheered, eyes snapping open to eagerly take in their new destination. They had done it! He had done it!

“Take that Le…Leo?”

His older brother was pale, beak scrunched and shoulders faintly trembling with pain as they curled inward. One hand covered his eyes, fingers digging deep into the sockets as the other hand clutched his chest. Sharp breaths whistled between clenched teeth as a slick of dark red rolled steadily from his nose. The impression of wind and ozone quickly fading away as Mikey scrambled out of his seat.

“Shell Lee, I’m so sorry! What can I do?!”

“It’s fine,” Leo mumbled, leaning away from Mikey as he pulled himself upright. Enthusiasm for their accomplishment fizzled out like a dying sparkler as Mikey watched, chewing anxiously on his cheek as he frantically ran through a check list of this brother’s symptoms.

“Are you dizzy? Nauseous? Is anything numb? What’s your full name? Where are we? Who is the-“

“Whoa Angelo! Slow down. Kinda to the first, meh on the second, no on the third, and I don’t need a concussion check. It’s the usual stuff. Mainly just a headache.”

“You sure? The way you’re holding your chest-”

“Yes, I’m sure. Relax Angie, or you’ll start getting wrinkles to rival Splinter.”

The balm of relief coated his nerves as Leo relaxed back into his seat, expression shifting from a pained grimace to an indolent grin as he casually wiped his face with the back of one hand.

“Plus, I didn’t blow anything up this time, so score me some bonus points!”

Mikey huffed, gently shoving at his older brothers’ shoulder before pushing himself back to his feet. Headaches weren’t new. Headaches they could handle.

“Do you want a stim shot?” he asked, glancing at the ship’s small med kit.

“Nah,” Leo denied with a dismissive wave. “We’re better off saving supplies, just in case. I’ll just nap it off once we set coordinates for… the Yakai system?”

“Yeah, that’s what the holocron landed on! Do you know it?” Mikey inquired, leaning in to admire the holomap that still floated between their seats.

“No but look at it Mikey. There’s nothing there. Just an asteroid belt and some low-grade planets.”

“Sounds like the perfect place for a Jedi to hide out!”

“Low-grade means no organic life dumb dumb. Nothing lives there.”

“But there isn’t any harm in going to look!” Mikey rejoined, straining to lean across his brother towards the autopilot.

“Ack! Mik-sto-getoff! We aren’t wasting the fuel.”

“Sorry, can’t hear you!” Mikey chirped, beaming as consul chirped to indicate the successful input of the coordinates.”

“Ohmi-”

“Lets just go and have a quick look! If we don’t find anything we’ll do things your way from there. Unless you’re scared to admit I could be right…”

“…Fine. But not only do I get to rub your face in it for eternity, you’ll owe me. Whatever I want, whenever I want it.”

“I can’t wait. Now go lay down. Autopilot says six hours till we reach Yakai.”

Leo whined and grumbled as he was prodded out of the pilot’s chair, dragging his feet as Mikey herded him to one of the benches.

“You nap, I’ll fly.” He insisted, pretending to ignore the dark bags gathered beneath his brothers’ eyes when he pulled off the blue mask.

“It’s not flying if the autopilot’s engaged,” Leo sniped petulantly, laying back reluctantly when Mikey pushed on his plastron.

“Whatever you say. Nighty night bro!”

[sweetbunpura]

You know, I somehow never thought of how upsetting it would get to Floyd to be compared to Jade all the time - and the double standard would make it even worse because I’m sure Jade doesn’t get the blatant judging “you’re not like Floyd at all” kind of comments that he would probably get. :(

Also, you saying Yuu has scary guard eels is so funny and just… lol instead of scary dog privileges she gets scary eel privileges! 😁

Also, I know I was going on about wanting them to be a ship but I also want to reiterate that I also just love their amazing bond of friendship in Symbiotic Relationship. Like, I do recognize that they are NOT a ship in the fic.

And that just makes the moments so much better to me tbh????? The fact that, throughout the entirety of this, all of those moments, they are just close friends that would literally die and kill for each other (more the tweels than Yuu on that last one maybe lol).

Like… my best friend and I like to joke around and say we’re platonic soulmates. And that’s what I mean when I say platonic and familial love is just as important as romantic. Like I’d adore them as a ship (quite obviously) but I also love seeing them as they are in Symbiotic Relationship.

Like you said in the tags, they’re two eels with their (mantis) shrimp and Sevens help anyone that messes with them! 😂

🦈🦐🐬

Also I hope all these asks aren’t getting annoying and I also hope the last ask I sent wasn’t too “please write a sequel and ship them!!!” I really just wanted to gush over how freaking cute the three of them are and how much I love your writing. I’m bad with tone. 🙃 Anyway. I’m gonna go reread more! 😂

Oh no, I love these asks and I love talking about them~

I find that most of the Yuu stuff I write about, I write her relationships in such a way that it could be read as either romantic or platonic and neither would bother me. To the tweels, Yuu is an honorary "Leech", they adore her that much. Also, what cemented it for Jade about how much Yuu trusts him, is that she would look him in the eye and not look away unless something caught her attention.

This entire thing has spun off into it's own thing, it's got a mind of its own now. The boys totally gifted her with jewelry: Bracelet, necklace, sturgeon earrings.

"Shrimpy, you got your ears pierced, yeah?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Nah~ It's a secret."

[writing-reaper]

Bad Batch Reacts…

S/o Letting Go of Their Hand and Stopping

Warnings: shitpost, cursing, fluff

Note: am I writing another tiktok trend? Yes, absolutely. This was just a fun, quick post. Now I just need to write one for Valentine’s Day. Enjoy!

Description: While traveling together through the city, you stop and let go of his hand to see if he notices or keeps walking.

Crosshair

Does he notice?

He notices.

But does he stop?

No!

He knows what your doing, following him through the city when he got too far away for you to just wait.

He’ll use one of the reflectors he keeps to look behind him, laughing quietly to himself about the very upset look on your face.

Crosshair looks back once more, an annoyed pout on your face as you begin toward him. He keeps walking, occasionally looking as you get closer and closer.

“Crosshair!” You call out from behind him as you make your way through a crowd of people. He decided he’d have no better opportunity and he ducked away in an alley, tossing a reflector on the wall in front of him. “Shit.”

You look around and he’s gone. Panic begins to set in. Did something happen? You weren’t on a mission, maybe he saw something? You race forward, looking in every direction.

Finally, you run out of breath and stop, leaning against a corner. Your hand touches something on the wall, and when you turn to look—

“Boo.” If he hadn’t put his hands on your shoulders, you probably would’ve slapped him.

“Maker Crosshair! You scared me!” You shout, your voice laced with both annoyance and relief. Only relieved he didn’t leave you.

“Mesh’la, what are you doing?” He asks, spinning you around, trapping you against the wall.

“It was just a joke, my friend did it to her boyfriend and he spun around and asked her why she let go, I wanted to see what you would do.” You continue to pout, refusing to meet his gaze, pretending to be upset with him.

“Well, I noticed.” He answers, flicking you on the forehead with his toothpick. “It was funny, but don’t do it again.”

“Or what?”

“I’m going to have to walk back to the ship by myself.”

Wrecker

Does he notice?

Also no.

Boy did you let go at the wrong time.

You let go just as he saw one of those food stands he really likes.

You find yourself laughing as he orders something before turning to find you gone.

“Can I get a box of those truffles and, hey do you—” Wrecker turns, now noticing his empty hand and his missing s/o. Confused, he abandons the shop, confusing the employee even more as he searches for you.

“Hey! What are you doing over here?!” He questions, finding you in the middle of the street. Before you can even give him an answer, he picks you up and carried you over to the shop.

“Wrecker!” You shout, surprised by his actions.

“Do you want anything?” He asks, completely oblivious to the fact you abandoned him on purpose.

“Wrecker, I— oooo they have cupcakes!”

Well, you didn’t quite get the response you wanted, but you did get cupcakes.

Tech

Does he notice?

Yes

Tech’s already not very big on holding hands, but this was a crowded place so he made the exception.

When you let go of his hand, it was just as you got out of the crowd.

So, Tech being Tech, he stops as well and takes the opportunity to go on his datapad to check for any messages and where you two going or planning to go.

He’s confused when you start laughing in the midst of him asking you where you wanted to go.

“There is an appliance shop just down here I’d like to stop by. However, there is also an art exhibit. If you would enjoy visiting there, we will have to go now that way there’s still time for me to go to the appliance—” Tech finally looks up from his datapad to see you squeaking out a laugh through your fist. “I am confused.”

“It’s— hah! It’s nothing Tech. Wh-what were you saying about the art exhibit?” You giggle between every through words. Tech gives you a puzzled look before continuing on, telling you about the art exhibit. Except this time, when you continue on, he hooks arms with you as you continue to giggle, satisfied by your very Tech reaction.

Hunter

Does he notice?

Yes, right away.

He’s only here because you wanted to check out the small festival going on.

Hunter’s a little irritated due to being in such a crowded area for a while.

So when you stop and let go of his hand, he just assumes you saw a stand and you wanted to take a look.

He’s confused when you just stand there and smile goofily at him.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, confused and a little worried as you start cracking up into a fit of giggles. He kind of smiles as he takes a moment to focus on you, instead of all the hustling and chatter going on around him. “Is there something you want to look at?”

“Just you.” You answer with a giggle, earning a wide smile from the man you love. Hunter pulls you close to him, oblivious to your trickery and he kisses you on the cheek.

“Real sweet, cyare.” He hums, tucking his face into the nape of your neck. “Does that mean we can head back to the ship?”

“I suppose you’ve held out long enough. Let’s get the boys some food on the way back.” You reply, your own prank slipping from your thoughts as he kisses your neck in a silent plea.

“Whatever you want, mesh’la.”

Echo

Does he notice?

Not at first.

He walks for a few more minutes before he realizes you’re gone.

He panics, but when he turns he finds you weren’t far.

“Everything alright?” Echo asks, confused as to why you just stopped in the middle of the path.

“Everything’s fine.” You answer with a small grin. He gives you a confused look, and takes your hand once more.

“We should head back to Cid’s, I think we’ve been gone long enough—” He turns once more to find you a few feet behind him. “What are you doing?”

You can’t help but laugh as you take his hand once more.

“I thought you wouldn’t notice again.”

“Ohh, so you’re doing this on purpose.” Echo questions with a raised brow.

“Maybe.” You tease, grinning his way.

“Section 8.9 states, ‘if a subject is not compliant—” Echo suddenly moves and picks you up, surprising you at your loss of footing. “Transport them by any means necessary.’”

“Echo! Those rules don’t even count anymore!” You pout, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“They do when you’re with me.” He answers. “What was it you were even trying to achieve?”

“I wanted you to…” you bite your tongue for a moment to stop yourself from laughing. “Echo-locate me.”

“Ugh.”

[historicboii]

Sometime ago, we created the undead gene roe au in the ww2 rpf server. Its sad, funny, thoughful and more!

We are having fun over there making our favourite medics life hell.Thank you to all and specially to @upontherisers , @leftenantjopson and @corrosivesaints, you guys have helped me so much.

A bit of context, in this au besides gene, babe is cursed to be reincarnated, this scene takes place before gene and Anthony Mayfield, our ww1 babe ship out to war.

But thats enough of me talking, lets get on with the fic!

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There is no greater sorrow than thinking back upon a happy time in misery- Dante, the Divine Comedy

"You got me a gift?

"Yeah, i mean it will be a while before we get back to the States, and well, I know you usually dont go out much, so i figured I might get something for you."

He handed me a expensive looking bag, probably from some of those found in the richer parts of the city, the parts were i would never go.

"Thats.... Very nice of you, Anthony"

"Well this is what friends do for each other. And please dont call me Anthony, I told already you you can just call me babe......... Well get on with it, open It !!!"

"Right now?"

I felt that this was too intimate of a gesture to do in public, a gesture meant between two lovers, not two soldiers ready to go to war.

"Well, we might not get another time to relax and be alone once we board that boat"

Seeing as i wasnt moving, he grabbed me and we started wrestreling, he was stronger but i was faster, and i had more experience fighting dirty.

We ended up on the floor, my hands keeping his arms behind his back. We spent a couple of seconds breathing heavily, i could feel his exahustion in the way his shoulders relaxed. Then, after the adreline had worn off, i realiced the position we were both in, and i quickly got Up and release Anthony.

"Okay, okay, leave me alone, I will open it"

I grabbed the bag that had been dropped during our previous activities.

Inside the bag was a small blue box, tied toguether with a matching ribbon. It looked expensive, sure, i knew Anthony had some money, at least much more than i had, but this was excessive, even for him.

I slowly opened the box, revealing a beautiful ornate lighter. Brand new. I grabbed it and spun It so i could see it more clearly. And then i saw it.

On its side, there were two intertwined letters. A G and a T. Gene and Tally.

"Wow, thats very beautiful"

"Do you like It? I figured you would like that. You keep talking of that sister of yours and that way you can keep her close during the war"

Somehow, that declaration was the worst of it. So intimate, the way he had remembered me talking about Tally. I couldnt say i loved the gift. Not to him. But what to say?

I looked at him. We were both too young, his face hopeful expecting my answer. He didnt know death like i did. He still had hope that we would make It somehow.

But today was not the day i reminded him of that. Today we were two boys happily enjoying our last days of freedom.

"It Will be handy for sure. Thank you, really, It means a lot"

"Well as long as you dont lose it somewhere in Europe my friend, i Will be happy"

He slung his arm around me. I had to force my mouth shut as not to say that i would be happy so long as i had him with me.

[charmwasjess]

Rael’s PoV in Rabbit Heart made me wonder about outsider POV of Syku. In-universe Jedi are probably ‘known’ as loveless celibates (given Padme's question to Anakin) so how would non-Jedi react to Syku in the Rabbit Heart universe (if they’re obvious enough)?

This is such a fun ask. :D So, for those of you not familiar with my fics, the Rabbit Heart universe is me playing with the idea that in the canon gap between Dooku getting knighted/taking Rael and Rael’s knighting, Dooku and Sifo-Dyas try an actual “Jedi” version of a relationship and what does that look like. Anyway, Come closer. No, closer. Let me tell you a secret. 

Sifo-Dyas and Dooku are incredibly obnoxious together. 

Obviously I adore them, I ship them, they’re my blorbos, I think that they have valorous, interesting qualities. But I really am taking two characters who canonically seem to be widely considered “annoying as shit” by OTHER JEDI, you know, those zen people who respect everybody, and I'm banging them together like Barbie dolls. 

They’re conspirators in every sense of the word. Their togetherness is exclusionary by its very definition. They show off to each other at every opportunity. You get them in a room - even after a falling out and long separation at the end of Dooku: Jedi Lost - and they can’t stop making critical, sarcastic jokes at/to each other. Even at their most genuine and loving with each other, they couch it in insult. They amp each other up, compete, drag each other into shit that separately, they probably wouldn’t do. They both think they’re the main character. They’re both completely convinced of their own rightness. 

And the way that Dooku even sees Sifo-Dyas. He talks a lot about him at the beginning of Dooku: Jedi Lost - and this is SITH Dooku, who KILLED Sifo-Dyas, not just the recordings of little boy Dooku describing his best friend in such loving detail that Asajj has to fast forward through his burbling. To Dooku, Sifo-Dyas is SPECIAL. Sifo-Dyas is DIFFERENT.  Dooku has this real “us versus them” manner of thinking about his relationships (that he fully transfers to his Padawans, by the way.) The chosen people Dooku cares about are the people Dooku has decided are worthy: mavericks, rulebreakers, exceptions, extra talented so they don’t have to play by the rules for regular normal losers - just like he thinks of himself. (I think this is actually funny because I truly believe in his heart of hearts, Dooku takes a great deal of stability and satisfaction from knowing the rules and playing the game exactly right. It’s part of why he looks so fucking shattered in that last scene. He was the Perfect Sith Apprentice Good Boy?!) 

So yeah, I think people who encounter Dooku and Sifo-Dyas as a couple in this little spun-up world I’m playing in are going to be rightfully annoyed by them. Not because of the strangeness of a Jedi in an obvious partnership, but because Sifo-Dyas and Dooku are annoying as shit together even when (presumably) they’re NOT sleeping together. 

I can’t imagine how much worse sex makes them.

[theladyfirelord]

Can do lark and William sel and Bree on double date

Fun fun funnnn!!!! I hope you enjoy! Thanks for requesting!

Scenario: Our two beloved ships go on a double date to the state fair!!

Double Fair Date! - Sel x Bree & Lark x William

Bree's POV

"Are y'all ready to have an absolute blast at the fair?" I ask, pumped for the day ahead.

"I sure am, Bree! What about you, Lark?" William playfully nudges his boyfriend sitting next to him.

Larkin smiles lovingly back at Will and responds, "Of course. I've never been to a fair before."

We're all in the car, with Sel driving and me up front beside him as his passenger princess. Will and Lark are in the backseat.

Today, we are going to the state fair as a double date. Fun, right? Will, Lark, and I are very excited...and Selwyn is Selwyn. He's happy in his own way.

"And how are ye feeling, Kane?" Lark questions Sel.

Sel glances at him through the rearview window, not unkindly (growth!). "I'm ecstatic. Can't you tell?"

Lark snorts, "No. I really can't. Ye always seem to have the same blank look on your face."

Will and I laugh at that while Sel glares at Larkin. "You know, I think I'd look a little happier if you weren't in attendance, but alas, most of my wishes never end up being granted. It's tragic, really."

....so maybe I laughed a little harder at that, but can you blame me? My boyfriend was pretty funny.

~~~ TIME SKIP ~~~

At the fair

"Alright, beautiful people, which activity should we tackle first? Food, games, or rides?" William asks, surveying our group.

I raise my hand. "I vote for rides first! I really wanted to ride that one where you stand against the wall and get spun around...I think it's called The Gavitron....oh, and I want to go on the Ferriswheel!"

(Just in case, you've never heard of the Gavitron- here's some pictures to envision it!)

Selwyn nods his head at my suggestion. "Let's do that. William, where can we find this ride on the map?"

Will opens up the map, focusing intently on Sel's request.

Lark frowns, jokingly, "I didn't even get to vote."

Will looks at him apologetically, "I'm sorry, hon, what is your vote?"

Lark cheekily grins, "I vote games, too." At that William and Sel roll their eyes.

~~~

Since we had a unanimous vote, we started on the rides at the fair.

I got to experience the Gavitron and it was amazingly...terrifying.

I think I screamed "AAHHHHH!" the entire time because my body kept moving left and right. At one point, my feet didn't even touch the ground.

Once Sel stopped laughing at my expense, he placed his arm around my waist and provided me with some much needed stability.

At the Ferriswheel, Sel and I rode together while Will and Lark followed in the cart behind.

Halfway during the ride, he laced his fingers through mine, and in return, I placed my head on his shoulder. Then, he kissed my forehead.

Butterflies, y'all, I got butterflies.

Afterwards, we went on many of the other roller coasters, but I sat out any ride that involved me being dropped in any sort of way. My heart was too weak for that.

~~~ Next, we hit the games.

I really wanted to win this cute stuffed dog (you are never too old for stuffed animals!), but I was completely useless at this balloon dart game. The last time I was at the fair I failed miserably at it, and simply put, I didn't want to try it again.

(Here's another picture for context!)

So, like the gentleman he was, Selwyn jumped to my rescue.

Upon noticing my interest in the prizes at this particular game stand, he asks me, "Do you want one of those stuffed animals? I'll play the game."

I shook my head, even though I knew good and well that I did, in fact, want one of those stuffed animals. "No. it's okay, Selwyn. I'm fin-"

Selwyn interrupts, "Which one do you want?"

But I refuse, "Really, I don't need any-"

"Briana Matthews. I, Selwyn Kane, your adoring boyfriend, would be honored to win you one of those inanimate objects. Now, are you going to deny me that pleasure?" Selwyn smirks, knowing that he won the argument.

"Fine. I would love it if you could win me the dog." I concede. Sel squeezes my hand and then walks over to the game.

"Awww, that's so romantic, Lark! Are you going to win me a prize, too?" William looks to his boyfriend purposefully.

"Most definitely!" Lark answers, starting to join Selwyn in line, when Will kisses his cheek, "Thanks, babe!"

The blush on Larkin's cheeks was so cute. #TeamWillandLarktiltheend

~~~

Finally, we enjoyed some fantastic fair food.

Will and Lark were more experimental, trying out some deep fried options. I, on the other hand, was more generic in my choices. I had a corn dog and what I mostly came to the fair for...funnel cake!

Selwyn just had whatever I had, trusting my opinions.

At the table we were sitting at, I found myself becoming more and more tired. All that walking really wears a person out...well people who aren't Merlins. Sel and Lark don't appear to be winded at all. Come to think of it, Will didn't either. Maybe I'm just out of shape.

"Someone's sleepy." Lark teases. Will glances at me and nods his head in agreement.

"No, I'm not. I'm not tired." I attempt to argue.

Sel jumps in at that, "You are, sweetheart. It's okay, though, you can go to sleep. I'll carry you back to the car."

"No. No need because I'm not tired." I insist.

~~~

I was out within the next three minutes, so Sel did have to carry me back to the car.

....Oops.

~~~

[writernopal]

🦎The Angel's Lyre🦎

A snippet wherein the author is slowly falling in love with describing the majestic Lizardfolk vessel, The Angel's Lyre. She was one of the first ships I ever characterized in the original telling of AASOAF, so as cool as some of the others are, she is very near and dear to my heart and I'm so glad I can FINALLY do her justice in canon. Enjoy this snippet or don't! Do whatever you want! BUT if you are going to read it, I highly recommend reading it to The Flower Garden by Joe Hisaishi. (excuse any mistakes, this is largely unedited 💙)

WC: 946 CW: none

I arrived at the bottom of the stairs that led to the main deck above. From here, the once muffled sounds from down below were now clear and identifiable, as if I’d just raised my head above the water’s surface. The low of hum of men going about their duties acted as a sort of tenor to the bassy sound of the sails flapping in the wind. The groaning of wood and straining of line harmonized with them, ever backed by the choir of the waves, repeating their shh-ah, shh-ah against the keel and hull of this ship and all others who’d cleave them until the end of time. I carefully ascended, skirts clutched in hand to avoid tripping, but nearly lost my footing once I reached the top. Not because of my indulgent imbibing the night before, but because it felt as if I’d just passed the portal to another world. And it was breathtaking.

Every surface was painstakingly carved with motifs depicting the grandeur of The Holtep Empire. The rising of their divine goddess Kava, spear pointed heavenward, and whose features were sharp enough to cut stone. The triumphs of many storied warriors, among them the familiar one of the Son of the Moon, greatsword victoriously aloft as the moon gave way to the shining sun. And of course, their emblem, that of a three-headed Lizardfolk clutching Oepus in its claws. A reminder that they believed themselves to be kings. Gods even. And each work, robed in rich red and gold paints, lustered with an incomparable fire and life in this western sun. 

Her four masts towered overhead like giants, each one handsomely decorated with scale-like engravings, as if strangled by the bodies of giant snakes. And her yards were wide. All proudly hanging white and gold brocaded sails, adorned with moving men in all colors and forms across their widths. Each one worked tirelessly to catch the wind precisely as their crewmates on the deck below instructed. I’d never been to the theater, but the way they moved, with such grace and certainty, evoked images of the elegant dancers I imagined might perform in a place like that. Gliding across the stage with all manner of pomp because they knew they were beautiful…

The decks themselves glistened in the afternoon sun from the sea spray and the ballista seated at her waist and bow glimmered along with it. Their filigree, as rich looking, perhaps more than any others I’d seen, rippled in the golden light as if these armaments might at any moment draw breath, stand upright, and strut alongside me. Ropes and barrels and devices I couldn’t even begin to name, made their home all along the ship, tended to by clusters of men performing their equally mysterious duties. None noted my presence, entranced instead by their vessel’s care and appearance like that of a dedicated potter to the lump of clay that spun on his wheel.

And now, in the calmness of observation, I could appreciate that she was the sort of vessel to have a quarterdeck and a poop deck. The latter term always sounded comical to me, but any trace of how funny-sounding the term was melted away as I looked upon her so directly. Both decks possessed handsomely bowed railings, calling to mind the tender and swelled shape of her instrumental namesake. And indeed, from those parts did sound a song. The rich voices of the men stationed there floated about the decks and air so pleasantly that I wished I could levitate, if only to blanket myself fully in their tune. And somewhere buried in that fortress was the wheel. I couldn’t see it, but I didn’t doubt it was a sight to behold. Perhaps like a crown on the head of a king.

I was not a sailor, but even I knew that calling The Angel’s Lyre ‘a ship’ was a disservice. She was a work of art. A masterpiece. Glorious and graceful and musical and dream-like. I could understand now why men so easily took to believing these masses of timber and nails were living, breathing beings. Why they named them. Why they would dangle themselves from dangerous heights and even be willing to die in service upon their decks. A single, indispensable truth, and one so expertly hidden that, despite always being seen, was rarely perceived. They were the blood to her life and the air to her lungs. And she belonged to them as much as they to her. Each capricious, but loyal. Tempestuous, but resolute. And with the sea stretched so far beneath them both, the sun on the horizon, and the wind to their backs, who in all the world could rightfully fault these men for loving such a dangerous mistress?

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[yeehawbrothers]

Fights and starlights-Timelord! reader x 13

Hello lovelys! This is an old draft I found in the depths of my computer files. Honestly forgot writing it.

As always, feedback is heavily appreciated as I love to hear your ideas and suggestions!

Warnings: Angst (happy ending), and mentions of blood.

Enjoy- A

Time. It’s a funny thing really.

It all seems relative. if you're standing there, in your room somewhere on earth, there’s someone on the other side of the planet who may be doing the exact same thing but at a different time.

You’d never really been a fan of clock changes, they messed your schedule up.

The only time this was exempted, was when it gave you an extra hour of sleep. 

You loved having extra time to sleep.

But now, as you lay blood sodden on the hard cobblestone walk, clothing draped in a sheer blanket of crimson, you wished you’d have more time for a different reason.

You knew she was busy, your space girl, and you knew if she found out you’d tried to send the aliens off on your own, she’d have a proper tantrum. 

Laying helplessly in your own puddle of decorable pain really made you think about your life.

Where you went right, and of course where you went wrong. 

One of those times being when you’d sent your starlight away. 

It had been after an especially rough trip, where you had made the unrightable decision to risk your life to save a small alien child who was stuck under fallen debris. 

Your space girl had been truly angry at you.

And you refused to hear it.

“And what? I was supposed to leave that child to die alone?! Without their parents!?!” Your face burned from the anger that raged within.

“You could have gotten yourself killed.” Your star leaned against the control panel of her ship breathing heavily.

“COULD. I COULD have. But I didn’t. And I saved them.” You looked to her, silently awaiting her response.

“I don’t care. I refuse to lose you. I can’t be alone again.” 

You laughed sarcastically.

“Oh so that’s why. Ah, I see.” You looked at her, eyes raging with the fire of a thousand flames. 

“It’s your own selfishness. You would let a child die, so you don’t have to feel pain?!”

Her head spun towards you. 

“Dont. You. Dare. I have seen stars burn from my hands, civilizations fall under MY decisions, and here you are. Trying to tell me what I know. You haven’t seen the worst of it.” She leaned back, closing her eyes.

“How dare you.” Your voice low in hurt and unbelieving anger. 

“How dare you speak to me like I wasn’t there, watching as my home and my family BURNED. Watching my loved ones crumble, being tossed in a ship as I watched my parents die, landing on a planet thousands of lightyears away, having no idea where I was and being forced to claw tooth and nail to make anything of myself. So don’t you DARE. Sit there and tell me how hard your life is,” you walked up to her and stared into her deep hazel eyes, “when I’ve seen it all too.” You let out a gust of air in defeat and felt a tear slide down your cheek, betraying your anger. You took a shallow breath before you turned and walked down the long hallways of the TARDIS.

You heard her trying to follow, before the TARDIS led her astray, letting you walk to your room in peace.

You sat down on your bed and whimpered lightly, trying to withhold the emotions that threatened to destroy you. You heard soft music being to play, and the lights dimmed as the TARDIS projected your favorite galaxy onto the ceiling. 

"Thanks lovely.” She hummed in response and you leaned back to place your hand against the wall.

She hummed again and you smiled in return, laying back down against the bed frame and looking to the stars above you.

You weren’t sure how long you’d been sleeping, but you were suddenly jolted awaked by your room door being slammed open.

“I think you should go.” You squinted your eyes to see your star in the door way, her face blotchy and her clothes wrinkled.

“What-?” You said barely above a whisper.

“I think-“ her voice broke, “I think you should go. For a little while. Just so we can have some time….apart.”

You felt your soul cry at her words, but you didn’t say anything, you couldn’t.

So, you stood, grabbing your phone from your bedside table and silently walked out the door past her.

As you walked towards the console room, the TARDIS began beeping and humming loudly, seemingly very upset at the sight of you leaving. Yet, she didn’t stop you. She respected you enough to not interfere. You walked into the console room and to the door, opening it you saw you were in your flat, just as you had left it. You turned and looked up to the ceiling of the TARDIS.

“I know my beauty, but you have to.” You turned to the door and touched it lightly. 

“Just.. make sure she comes back when she needs to, okay?” The console lit up and you could hear a small hum in acknowledgement. 

You walked out fully, and closed the door behind you. 

“Now go, and keep my star girl safe.” You pressed your head against the doors before stepping back as you watched the TARDIS phase from view. She was doing what you had asked her to.

Now, as your vision blurred, you prayed that wherever she was, that she was keeping your star safe, just like she promised she would.

You began to feel yourself drift. 

This was it. 

You were on your last regeneration and there was nothing to be done.

You looked up at the bright blue sky above you and ignored the hurried footsteps that were quickly approaching. 

Whatever they planned on doing, they really couldn’t do much worse.

Your thoughts were interrupted as a blonde woman came into view, you could faintly hear her yelling for you to keep breathing, just stay awake.

You wanted to, you really did, but it was so tempting to let yourself sink into the welcoming darkness.

Distantly, you felt yourself being lifted and carried somewhere.

You could hear a heartbeat, no, two. 

But that meant, this was your star?

Why would she have come back after telling you to go?

You must be hallucinating. Yeah, that was it.

When you opened your eyes again, you saw a soft golden light pass by quickly and a loud humming.

Oh, it was the TARDIS. 

Even in this state, you could sense her panic as you were very quickly set on a bed and told multiple things, none of which you processed.

Something was injected into your arm, and the voice became clearer.

It was your star…crying? 

No, begging.

Maybe both.

“Please….just…hang on my love…please…I can’t be alone again… I'm so so sorry please i'll do anything for you, anything.” You felt her lift the crimson sheet of blood off you and begin tending to your wounds.

Your eyes hurt. A lot. As you struggled to open them in the blinding white lights of the room you were in.

A faint beeping sound was heard along with light breathing. You turned your head to see your star, there, sleeping haphazardly in some type of office chair.

You took this moment to study her appearance.

Her jacket was discarded across the room, and her suspenders hung by her sides. Her shirt was ruffled and untucked, and her pants were wrinkled.

Her face was covered in deep lines of emotion, even in sleep you could tell they’d been there for a long time. 

You took in a deep breath as you tried to sit up, whimpering as you felt a sharp pain shoot through your abdomen.

Your star shot up from her chair immediately, almost falling on her face as she rushed to you.

“Oh, nonono. You have to stay my love. You need to heal.”

As she spoke you noticed the look she held, it was one of undying love, and of jagged fear.

She began frantically looking you over, making sure you were okay.

“Hey, hey..” You grabbed her hand as she ran it over your bandages, her head turned and you saw the exhaustion clear on her face.

“I’m fine." You offered her a small smile as proof. "My space girl.. always worrying.”

She raised an eyebrow.

“Can you blame me? I mean look at you, your-“

You shushed her.

“I’m alive? Yeah, I am.”

She looked to you and smiled.

You frowned, a sudden thought invading your mind.

“Have you slept?” 

She seemed to contemplate this for a moment before shaking her head.

“Can we go to my room? Not to sound ungrateful, but this bed is doing nothing to help my back pain.”

She scoffed.

“You and your backpain.”

You swatted at her lightly. 

“Hey! It’s not like I can do anything about that.” You frowned.

“Alright, fine. We can go to your room. I’m gonna carry you, okay?” She looked to you for approval.

You did your best salute, “Yes mamm.”

She shook her head with a smile before very carefully lifting you into her arms and heading out of the room.

 You reached up and wrapped your arm around her neck, ignoring the searing pain this caused.

You watched her as she walked, her blonde hair caressing her face as she focused straight ahead, focused on getting you there as comfortably and safely as possible.

You let your eyes fall closed, as the rocking of her steps caressed you to sleep.

[the-void-writes]

"i hate the way that i dont hate you"

This one was so much fun to write, and it helped distract me from this migraine lol, so thank you so much! I hope you enjoy a small adventure for Pedra and Josephine as they try to outrun an angry pirate crew💖

TW for sword-fighting violence, and a moment of misgendering

The Birth of Paradise - Impossible To Hate You - 1.5k

Pedra was a whirlwind of intrigue. She was bright and funny and full of infectious energy. On a good day, her confidence could inspire those with even the weakest convictions to fight. Josephine adored her spirit, her unapologetic nature, and her passion for life— As well as her passion for Josephine, in particular.

Of course, her thirst for adventure led the crew down some troublesome paths. It wasn’t often that they could go one day without a fight. Passing ships, merchants, random tavern customers minding their business— Pedra always found a way to set them off. Some days, they could dispatch their opponents with ease and make off with a new sword or a bit of gold. Other times, their foes were a little too tough for their liking, and they’d have to run back to their ship.

This was one of those days.

Josephine hadn’t paid any attention to the people entering the tavern. That was for Pedra and the crew to handle, while she made some extra money outside with her music. The soft strumming of her laud brought a bit of tranquility to the humid, bustling docks. Some of the townsfolk even stopped for a moment to listen. It wasn’t the grand audience Josephine had dreamed of, but even this sparse group of generous ears filled her with pride.

Then, there was a long, boisterous bellow from inside the tavern. Josephine quickly stuffed the money she had earned into her bag, already anticipating a sprint for the ship. Sure enough, Lucio and his boys rushed out of the building, arms full of coins and food that spilled onto the ground. Pedra wasn’t with them, though.

“Lucio,” Josephine said, grabbing his arm before he could run, “what happened?”

“Card game,” he said. “We may have cheated a bit.”

The sounds of clashing metal echoed from inside the tavern. Josephine groaned into her hand as she heard Pedra laughing and grunting, a clear sign that she was caught in a duel.

“She couldn’t help herself, could she?”

Lucio chuckled. “Just remember, senora, you chose to run away with her.”

Josephine rolled her eyes and dashed into the tavern. A glass of something foul-smelling flew over her head and shattered against a wooden column. Sailors and barmaids were lined up in one big circle, cheering and throwing their drinks in delight. Josephine squeezed through the crowd and found Pedra in the middle. Her dark coat flowed like the ocean itself as she spun on her knees, her sword in her hands, deflecting the swing of another blade just short of her head.

This blade was long and chipped, worn from years of battle. At the end of its silver handle, there was a large and dirtied fist, and an even filthier smile. The opponent's head nearly reached the ceiling, with a ragged braid cascading from an old hat. Josephine had been around enough taverns to know that this was indeed another captain.

Her arms and neck seemed to bulge under her coat as she swung her sword down again and again. She was too slow for Pedra, who kept sliding around on the floor to evade her strikes. When Pedra saw Josephine, though, she faltered on her feet, and the taller pirate used the opportunity to knock her onto her back.

Before the sword could come down over her head, Josephine deflected it with her laud. The wood splintered under the metal, peppering Pedra’s hair as she rolled onto her feet again. The opposing captain growled and tore the broken laud from Josephine’s hand.

“Stay out of this, ye brat! I want this cheater’s head!”

Pedra scoffed. “Please, ma’am, I don’t have to cheat to beat you in cards.”

The captain clenched her fist, crushing the laud the rest of the way. “Shut yer mouth, ya filthy deckswabber! The sea is no place for little boys playing pretend.”

She flinched as her sword was suddenly slapped out of her hand, with a long slash along her palm. Josephine stood before her, holding Pedra’s sword, fury brimming in her dark eyes.

“Never call her that again,” she hissed.

“Ye just cut the Lord of the Sea… ye miserable wench!”

In the blink of an eye, Josephine was suddenly off of her feet and flying out of the tavern. Pedra had her over her shoulder, carrying her across the docks as she dodged civilians and carts full of goods. The captain burst through the door and pointed at the runaways.

“Stop them!”

They turned a corner and ran up a long staircase, with the captain’s crew pushing through the crowds to chase them.

“Why are we going through town?” Josephine yelled over her shoulder.

“I’m not leading them back to the ship,” Pedra said, “we’ll find another way around.”

“This is not how I wanted to die, Pedra!”

“You’re the one who slashed her hand open!”

“You tried to steal from a woman twice your size!”

They made it to the top of the hill, to a street full of houses. They jumped over crates and up onto the rooftops, but the captain still kept pace with them. She even took a whole crate in her hands and hurled it at Pedra. Bits of wood flew around them, and Josephine deflected them with the sword.

Eventually, they reached the end of the rooftops. The captain looked around for another crate while Pedra searched for an escape. A thick pole stood beside the house, with a long rope running from the top, all the way down to a pole at the very end of the docks. Pedra quickly removed her belt and hung it around the rope. Josie realized what she was planning, and she shook her head.

“Absolutely not.”

“It’s the only way, Josie.”

“I’m not strong enough.”

“Then hold on to me.” Pedra took back the sword and held her hands. “Please, mi amor. I’ll keep you safe, I promise.”

Even after all this time, the touch of Pedra’s rough, warm hands made Josephine’s heart flutter. Her embrace was a blanket of love and security. When she promised to protect her, Josephine believed it with all of her heart. She nodded her head and held Pedra tightly as they readied themselves.

“Are you ready?” Pedra asked.

“Is it too late to change my mind?”

“Yep!”

She jumped off the roof, gripping the belt as it slid down towards the docks. Josephine screamed, but as she felt the wind whip through her hair, she started to laugh. They were flying through the air like birds in a summer sky, unreachable to the world below. Just the two of them, for one beautiful moment in time.

As they neared the dock, Pedra suddenly shouted to her.

“Hold on tight!”

“What—”

She screamed again as Pedra released one side of the belt. They soared past the pole, over a crowd of civilians, and into the water with a loud crash. The waves tossed Josephine around a bit until she could finally reach the surface. Water burned her nose and throat as she coughed. When Pedra surfaced beside her, Josephine slapped the arm of her coat.

“Are you serious?! We could have hit the concrete and died! Why do I follow you anywhere?!”

Any bitterness in her words didn’t seem to register with Pedra. She just laughed and laughed, a sight that Josephine was struggling to stay mad at. Her smile was brighter than the sun itself. Rays of golden light made her damp, orange hair glow like a wildfire, as fierce and untamed as herself. Pedra was freedom incarnate, everything that Josephine had ever wanted. She crossed her arms and looked away, feeling the burn of her flustered face.

“You make it impossible to hate you.”

Pedra hummed and pulled her close. “I’m glad. You saved my life back there. I owe you a debt.”

“A new laud, to start.”

“The best in the world, hand-crafted by the gods of music—” She held her tighter. “Hold your breath.”

Josephine had enough time to take a breath before Pedra pulled her back underwater. Through the churning water, they could see the captain peering over the edge of the docks. She pointed at her crew, and they all ran along the water, searching for the runaways.

They waited a while under the ocean for the captain to be far enough away. Pedra’s eyes fell to Josephine, who held her face and stroked her cheek with a smile. She was a rose, sharp and beautiful, accented by the shimmering water like a living painting. Sailors used to share tales of sirens and mermaids, of goddesses that lived in the sea… Josephine put them all to shame. Her delicate hands pulled Pedra into a deep kiss, one that no wave, storm, or captain could break. With the sea itself as their witness, they would forever be one.

It wasn’t until their lungs burned with a need for air that they finally separated and swam to the surface. They held each other as they caught their breath, with hands tangled in hair and lips still brushing each other’s skin.

“Am I still a thorn in your side?” Pedra asked.

“Oh yes,” Josephine said, kissing her cheek firmly. “But I’d never get rid of you.”

[fabeong]

Ascension - a SWTOR short (2)

When the Sith walked onto the bridge where Andronikos was pouring over the flashing console he only glanced up once. Then his mind registered what he saw seeing and he looked up again – because the Sith wasn’t wearing her helmet. In the dim light of the cave on Tatooine he had seen the basics; green scarred skin, diamond face tattoos, glowing yellow eyes. But here, under the bright light of the ship her features were illuminated and Andronikos couldn’t help but stare a bit.

She really was small, with skin the colour of a forest like Endor’s, and short black hair tied back in various places with basic decorations, and those scars – if Andronikos didn’t know any better he would think someone had pushed the Sith’s face into barbed wire. But damn if she wasn’t still kinda pretty, and those yellow eyes stared right back at him with a defiance that made something shiver down his spine like an electric jolt.

“Nice ship.” He said. With the silence broken the Sith came in properly, approaching the console he had been inspecting.

“You think you can fly this as well as your own?”

“Heh. I can fly anything, trust me.” Andronikos smirked, patting the consoles. The Sith’s cheeks twitched like she didn’t know how to smile, and his curiosity overtook him. “What’s the story, Sith? Seems like you know all about me and I don’t know nothing about you. You always a sicko or you just kind of fall into it, like I did?”

The Sith exhaled something close to a chuckle and fell gracefully into the captain’s chair; she peered up at him with those yellow eyes and for a moment he wasn’t sure if she would reply. But then she shrugged.

“I didn’t really have much choice.” She said. “My parents were slaves. I was a slave. Originally I was meant to be something like a housemaid, for cooking, cleaning, and… personal use.” She tossed the phrase out so casually, raising her eyebrows, and Andronikos rolled his eyes. He got the insinuation.

“But?”

“But I kept hitting back. Eventually the family… devalued me,” she gestured lightly to her face and the spiderweb of scarring, “and sent me to Kessel, to the spice mines there. Do you know it?”

Andronikos frowned – he knew Kessel well enough, and he knew the typical work and fate of the slaves one saw in those mines.

“Rough place.” He ventured, and the Sith chuckled in agreement.

“Most don’t last a year. I was there for two. Then one day the overseer was lashing me harder than he should have and…” her voice trailed off, and her gaze fell to her hands. She flexed them, and Andronikos heard the crackle of electricity, saw the sparks jump across her fingertips. He looked back up at the Sith’s face, grinning.

“Tell me you killed him.”

“One moment he was raising the whip again and the next… well, his ashes were getting all blown into the spice. I couldn’t explain what I’d done, but I remember the way everyone looked at me. One of the higher-ups must have seen, because I was handed over to the Sith just days later.”

“So here you are.”

“So here I am.”

“Funny how those Sith work.” Andronikos leant back against the ship’s wall, deciding to return the favour of a story, “I was an accountant on Moneylend when I decided I wanted a little more adventure. So I put a blaster to the head of the Intergalactic Banking Clan and walked off with a few million credits.” Just to illustrate the tale he spun his blaster out its holster and raised it at the Sith, who didn’t even blink. If anything, the twitch of her mouth solidified into the closest thing to a smile he’d seen so far. Andronikos grinned too. “Been robbing and murdering ever since.”

“Well it sounds like you made a good start. Just don’t put a blaster to my head.” Her words came out as a murmur, lovely and low without the distortion of the helmet.

“Don’t worry, Sith.” Andronikos smirked, holstering his weapon again, “I got a good survival instinct.”

There was no doubting it now, the Sith’s lips curled upwards into a smirk of her own.

“Me too.”

He paused, her yellow eyes and placid smirk filling his vision; but then a snarl came from somewhere else in the ship and the Sith looked over her shoulder, her face falling back into a guarded frown. “Khem Val. I should go.” Andronikos shook his head as she got to her feet and began to leave.

“You’ve got to tell me how you got that beast sometime.”

She paused in the doorway, looking back at him and holding up her electric hand. “Another time. I promise.”

Then the Sith was gone, her footsteps echoing through the ship and leaving Andronikos with the consoles. Promise, huh? He wouldn’t have pinned her down as a woman so easy to talk to, but he couldn’t deny the promise of more conversations… wasn’t bad. Maybe he’d even find out her name next time.

Sith. Andronikos shrugged, turning back to the ship controls. Never can figure them out.

[shinydixon]

somebody should ask a vanquinn why must they be in a secret relationship? what's the point of a secret relationship? if the problem is grace being attacked by joe's fans, well, if it's happening now, it will happen later. are they going to keep their relationship a secret forever? vanquinn, if you're stalking around here, please answer me. how is it possible that joe has been sighted so many fucking times hanging around with friends and co-stars like charlie and jamie, but he's never been spotted with grace? not unless they were at a con together and that's it. you're seriously telling me that in, what, almost a year of this bull bullshit and no one, not a single soul, managed to take a sneaky pic of them hanging out together? that man has no privacy and has been stalked to hell and back, how is it possible he's been seen with literally everyone else but grace? if you're so certain they're together, why put up this entire circus? why do you guys have to defend your ship so much when, in your pov, you're a 100% that you're right? every single little breech in that little fantasy of yours needs an explanation, every time something normal happens between those two, you guys need to over analyze it and try and twist the narrative your way. why was he spending the new year's eve at a party that at one point ended up with him all sweaty in a bathroom full of really gorgeous people instead of spending it with the love of his life? why did she go to tokyo with some other man? why does that man, ash, has a picture of her lying on his bed with just a t-shirt on?? that was from 2021, was she trying to mislead joe's fans back then too when no one even knew about her or him?? why did one of you need to FORCE grace and joe to pose together for a picture??? if they're keeping their relationship a secret, why would he invite her to go to brazil with him in front of an entire audience?? (he didn't invite her, btw, he clearly said 'yeah, you should go' but that's another topic entirely) joe winks at everyone. there was a pretty girl who took a pic with him at nola and he spun her around and said she gorgeous. he holds everyone's hands, he touches everyone's arm, he rubs the back of his co-star, he licks the hand of another. he hugs everyone, he likes touching people, he likes being close. why is it suddenly oh so different and special when it happens with grace? (and it rarely ever does) why did it take so many cons, so many people vanquins yelling that he never stood up to grace, so many harassment for him to finally pick chrissy for something? you guys were trashing him left and right but the one single time he picks chrissy for something, he's suddenly hellcheer captain and a good guy in your eyes again. when he says steddie is a good fit, you invalidate it and say he was uncomfortable being asked. but when he says something to please the hellcheers, then he's not at all pressured to do so, no, he's speaking from the bottom of his heart, right? i'm tired of this. make it make sense. these people are seriously sick in the head. it was a bit funny at first but now it's just sad. if you have to spend your entire day and night defending a ship from all the evidence against it then maybe, just maybe, you need to reevaluate your point of view. but that'd require some brain cells and i don't think the vanquinns have any.

This is THE comment😭

I love you

[pepitotheantichristandgaz]

Brak and Zorak Invader Zim Crossover

Posting this for a friend! His new story is a dark and funny crossover of The Brak Show with Invader Zim on FFN.

https://href.li/?https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14263847/1/Brak-and-Zorak-Invader-Zim-Crossover-of-Doom

Author's Note: This is a Brak Show (adult swim) crossover with Invader Zim. For those that don't know the show, Brak and Zorak are two aliens that go to high school and have a ton of weird adventures (I highly suggest watching a few episodes). It's more of a prequel to Space Ghost Coast to Coast. Zorak in Space Ghost was an alien warlord, and Brak himself was an intelligent criminal at the time. In The Brak Show, Brak is more friendly (and a lot more naive) while Zorak remains more or less the same. The same will go for this fic. I always wanted to try my hand at writing something like this, so here goes nothing.

Dib and Gaz are aged up to 17 and 18, around the same ages as Brak and Zorak.

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Magical Doom Adventure Begins!

Earth:

Precise Location: Outside of Zim's base.

It was a dark and gloomy morning in the suburban neighborhood of Irken Invader Zim. And it wouldn't be a lovely sort of morning if Dib and Zim weren't brawling in the middle of the street.

The taller teen struggled to try to overpower the short Irken in disguise, attempting to grab control device in the alien's hand.

Dib groaned as Zim kicked him in the stomach. "I won't let you get away with this, Zim!"

Zim smiled his iconic evil grin while clutching the device away from his enemy. "I don't think you have a choice this time, Dib-stink!"

The human boy, now angrier than usual, managed to jump the alien, slowly managing to pry the device from Zim's grip.

Zim narrowed his eyes and growled. He quickly lunged at his human enemy once more. "Give it back, Earth-larvae!"

Dib recoiled, backing away from the attacking Invader. "Fat chance, you lizard!"

The Irken grabbed onto the device again, with Dib struggling to pull it away from him. "Soon you and the other worms in your class will surely meet your Moosey Fate this time! I guarantee it! For I am Zim!"

Dib's grip was slowly slipping away, especially as his own sweat began to build up on the remote, making it slippery. "Never!"

Within an instant, the remote flew out of their hands, landing on the pavement in a sickening crack. In the same breath, the old school bus that Zim modified into a ship disappeared directly into a random wormhole, which closed immediately.

Zim's eyes widened, as he quickly got up and ran after it. He grabbed the remote, but upon touching the device it fell to pieces instantly. Zim's breathing deepened, clenching his fists as he dramatically screamed to the sky. "Noooooo!"

Dib, though exhausted, laughed in his usual nasal tone. He couldn't help but to feel relieved it was over. "Give it up! This is the second time I stopped you from sending a bus full of kids through a wormhole to some nightmare dimension!"

Zim spun around, throwing the broken pieces at his enemies head. "You have no idea what you've done, do you?!"

The paranormal investigator raised a brow. "I broke your little remote control so you can't open a wormhole! The Earth is saved!"

The short Irken huffed as he marched toward his large headed enemy. "You've ruined a device that's capable of opening wormholes anywhere in the universe! My other control is on board the ship itself! Who knows where it will end up or who will find it, you stupid, filthy monkey!"

Dib scoffed. "Maybe it'll end up somewhere abandoned?"

Zim grimaced, no longer having a way to monitor the situation. He knew that, depending on where it ended up, it could potentially lead directly to him. Perhaps even jeopardize his mission.

Dib dusted himself off, chuckling. "I'm not worried about any other people or aliens getting their hands on it. They can't possibly be worse than you, Zim!"

"Hey!" A particularly annoyed voice shouted.

Both Dib and Zim snapped their attention to the surly goth that stood before them.

Gaz grimaced at them both as she held her Game Slave 4 in her hands. "We're gonna be late to school. Not that I normally care, but the normal detention rooms are boarded up because of a mutated vermin infestation. If I have to sit in detention in the nasty toilet stall classrooms because of you two, I'm gonna make you both wish I was never born."

Both Dib and Zim briefly froze on account of that ominous warning. Zim blinked, as he and Dib scrambled to compose themselves and prepare for another awful day of high school, lest they piss off the wicked sister.

Meanwhile, one bright and sunny morning, in a suburban neighborhood on a planet far, far away, two best friends waited for the bus together, chatting away.

"And that's when I beat him senseless with a friggin steak!" The green mantis alien recalled in a gleefully evil, deep raspy voice to his friend.

"Wait. Where'd you get the steak from?" The red, tiger-like alien inquired in his usual cheery tone.

"I stole it from the principal's office!" Zorak bragged. "Why should he get a fancy steak after serving the rest of the chumps in the cafeteria slop?!" He shouted, raising a gloved fist in the air.

"Good point. I'm glad my Mom packs us both lunch! The school's food is pretty rank." Brak responded as he held up two brown paper bags.

"Yeah, she's great like that…" The mantis replied as he smirked, thinking about her. Despite her being married, he still had a crush on his friend's mother, which was as weird as it sounded. "Just don't tell anyone at school that she packs us lunch."

"Got it, buddy!" He happily complied, giving him a thumbs up with his red glove. "So what was the rest of your story?"

"Oh yeah. Then I tied it to his head while I brought in this angry badger and-"

Zorak didn't even get to finish recounting his violent escapade as the bus for Learnmore high school slowed to a crawl at the stop sign. Barely a nanosecond later, a bright, swirling wormhole opened up, with a second oddly shaped bus barreling out it, rear ending the Learnmore bus. Cries of panic were heard from the first bus as it was sent flying down the hill at break-neck speed. A large crash was heard, followed by the sight of a black cloud of noxious smoke filling the sky.

Brak gasped, his jaw dropping open as he witnessed the unexpected mayhem, while Zorak cackled loudly, delighting in it.

"Prepare to enter the bus vehicle, students! We're going on a magical adventure trip! There will be no doom involved at all!" A robotic voice suddenly announced from the inside of the flying school bus.

"Oh boy! I always wanted to go on a magical adventure with no doom!" Brak smiled, as he jumped up and down a few times. "Come on, Zorak!" He eagerly said as he grabbed both of their backpacks and began to run to the new bus.

"Not so fast!" The mantis stated in a commanding tone, grabbing his goofy friend by the shirt collar from behind. Zorak eyed the bus suspiciously. "There's something screwed up about this."

"B-but the trip!" Brak pleaded to his friend.

"Forget the friggin' trip!" Zorak shouted. "It's probably some weird creep tryin' to lure us with free candy."

"Candy! I've got free candy! And Pork-cows! Now get in, kids!" The metallic voice demanded.

"Candy?! Where?!" Brak gleefully ran towards the door of the bus, only to be held back by Zorak's strong grip.

"Didn't your old man ever talk to you about stranger danger?" Zorak grumpily inquired.

"No. What's that?" Brak innocently answered, shrugging his shoulders.

Zorak groaned in annoyance, releasing Brak from his grip. He took a few steps towards the open door, eyeing it with great suspicion. His eyes fell upon the "driver" of the bus, a simple android. The rest of the bus was empty, save for some empty walnut shells and a few pictures of a stoic-looking moose. Zorak smacked the robot upside its cheap tin head, causing it to spark and malfunction.

"Lead you to your Moosey fa-fa-fate! Zim shall ru-rule you all pig-smellies! Earth is mine! Weenies! Silence, Gir! Dookie-weenies! Earth will be doomed, Dib! And there's nothing you can do to stop it!" The bot sputtered, before giving out.

Zorak squinted his eyes as he carefully removed the bot's head, analyzing it.

"Zorak! Are you okay?!" Brak yelled as he impatiently waited outside.

"Never better." The mantis muttered as he dug around in the bot's head, pulling out a chip as well as several other advanced instruments that contained foreign symbols on.

Brak cautiously walked closer, curiosity getting the better of him as he tried to peek over Zorak's shoulders. "Oh my God! You killed him!" He cried out in horror.

Zorak shook his head. He held up the metal head. "I didn't kill him. It's a bot, you idiot."

Brak scrunched his brow, poking the bot's now decapitated head with his finger. "But why is there a bot driving a school bus? Where'd he come from? And what's with that big flaming portal behind us?!"

Zorak smirked, holding the foreign tech in his gloved hand. "This definitely isn't Dokarian technology. Or any that I recognize. The lettering looks familiar, but I can't put my finger on it. The message said something about ruling over the planet Earth. And some Zim word."

The red alien gasped! "Oh no! This could be a really bad guy, committing crimes of evil and stuff!"

Zorak waved off any concern, his curiosity reaching its peak. "Yeah, yeah. It sounds interesting. I intend to find out! Let's go for a ride!"

Brak gasped. "B-but we have to go to school or we'll get in trouble!"

The alien mantis cackled as he began to intuitively configure the alien technology. "What are you worried about? Another detention with that fossil of a librarian who smells like something died? Come on, let's ditch! Don't you want to hang out and go explore wherever this metal hunk of junk came from? It'll be fun!"

Brak placed his finger under his chin, quietly grinding his large fangs together in contemplation. "Wouldn't it be kinda dangerous?"

Zorak threw his head back, chuckling darkly as he rubbed his hands together. "That's what makes it interesting!"

The tiger-like alien smiled, throwing both of their backpacks in the seat of the bus. "Alrighty, buddy! Let's go have us some fun!"

"And kick some ass!" Zorak added as he burst into a fit of mean-spirited laughter, with Brak unwittingly joining him.

The mantis shoved the torso of the robot out of the driver's seat. He took the chip from the robot's head and inserted it into a control panel. He searched for coordinates from where the strange bus originated. "Jackpot." Zorak chuckled, satisfied with the results. He took control of the wheel, backing the school bus into the random wormhole on the street as they began to depart from their home planet.

Brak looked out the bus window at a dog that was walking nearby on a sidewalk. "I didn't know you had your license, Zorak!"

"I don't. My mother didn't take me for my driving test because four instructors quit at the exact time my appointment was scheduled!"

"Huh. That's strange…Wait a minute….You're driving without a valid license!" Brak yelled in sudden realization.

Zorak rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, so if any cop asks, my name is Thundercleese and NOT Zorak. Yours is now Clarence NOT Brak. Got it?"

"That's stealing!"

"Not stealing, borrowing. We'll give it back when we don't need it anymore. It'll be a funny prank. You like pranks, don't you?"

Brak chuckled in amusement as he watched the same dog going past the window again on a sidewalk. "Yeah, I suppose it'll be funny. Like that dog. He must have walked by this bus at least four times now on that sidewalk! Zorak, you drive real slow like my grandpa. So slow that the same old turtle keeps passing us by."

The mantis grumbled, stomping his foot on the pedal to accelerate. "This is as fast as this piece of crap scrap metal goes! And there are no dogs, turtles or sidewalks in wormholes!"

"Okay, but he's going backwards now. What a cute dog…Hey! Can we stop for pizza along the way?!"

"Sure, when we get there. But I'll have to 'find' some more money if you catch my drift."

Brak jumped up from his seat and began to use two pencils as drumsticks as he sang his favorite song. "Whoo! I love pizza! This is the pizza song! If you love pizza with lotsa meatza everybody sing along! Pizza Pizza Pizza Pizza Pizza Pizza Pizza Pizza Pizza Pizza song! This is the pizza song, everybody sing along! Pizza Pizza Pizza Pizza Pizza Pizza Pizza Pizza Pizza Pizza song!"

The mantis grumbled as his hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, his stomach now growling. "Great, now you're making me hungry."

"Hey Zorak?"

"Yeah?"

"What's a Dib?"

"Hell if I know."

"Okay. What's a Zim? It's a funny sounding word. Wonder what it means…"

The mantis-alien shrugged. "I dunno. Probably a curse word."

An old recording of a strange voice loudly announced to the duo. "Your Moosey Fate Awaits!"

Suddenly, the portal vomited out the bus-like spaceship, which Zorak maneuvered into a rough landing.

Brak smiled largely, jumping up from his seat, running to the door. "We're here! Nice job, buddy!"

Zorak got up from the driver's seat, pushing a button to open the door. The two looked around, exchanging a glance with one another upon seeing such a stark contrast between this planet, Earth, and back home.

It was dark. It was dank. The sky was hazy. The air stank of chemicals and pollution. The streets were littered with trash. Strange advertisements were plastered everywhere!

Brak frowned, as he cupped his hands over his nose. "This doesn't look like a good place to get a pizza."

While Brak was disappointed and even a little nauseated, Zorak's morbid curiosity was piqued, he darkly chuckled to himself. A wicked smirk crossed his green face, as he was ready to explore this new area...and start a little trouble along the way!

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This started off a little slow, but I promise next chapter will be much more interesting!

[valkblue]

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Hello!! Thank you for asking, and thank you for creating this game too!!! 🥰 It's a really fun one.

Send me a 😤 for a random angsty scene from one of my works.

Seeing that your like SWTOR, I think you might enjoy more something from the Star Wars universe so, I'll pick this one from my Mandalorian series "Lost and Found". It's more of a funny story overall but there are quite a few angsty bits as well 😱

"I said," he went on, his mouth full. "You know your main port got a bent beam and strut, right?"

As Din didn’t answer, he turned back to his rummaging in the crates.

"And, eerr, may I advise you to get your dampers replaced? I can do it, for a little more creds…"

To that, Din didn’t answer either. And suddenly, the mechanic let out a triumphant ah. He spun around, making a blinking item jump in the palm of his hand.

"So, I was checking your main gear and I found something, eeerr, interesting?"

He threw him the thing that Din caught with one hand — a thing that kinda looked like a tracking fob.

"T'was sticked into the coat of your door…"

Saying this, he slapped the open door of the port landing gear.

"It was shiny and glowy, it caught my eye while I was checking her foot," he explained, recovering his sandwich from his niece’s hands. "But it had no business doin' no shining or glowing there…"

Ashen, Din couldn’t have said it better himself, indeed. In the palm of his hand, the thing was blinking with a slow, orange round light. It was a long-range tracker, the military type. And according to him, this was here because of Gideon’s remnant’s spies… Din had a now better understanding of how those TIE fighters had managed to figure out which of the ships to follow out of their formation over Nevarro. He clenched his fist on it, as if to muffle its signal, and the reddish glow kept shining defiantly between his fingers.

"Methinks one of your bounty hunter friends ain't playing fair, and wants to best you on some prize, yeah?"

Din looked up to him and the proud smile of the mechanic quivered faced with his visor. He cleared his throat. But Din’s thought were way beyond the idea of making him feel uneasy; he had to leave now, he couldn’t even go back to say goodbye to Elara like he had promised, and this realization made him feel heavy where he stood, his breath short.

[i-am-hoo-iyam]

I really miss @mega-puanni and wish I could tell them I know I fucked up in a gif of frustration and I am very sorry and I feel really bad. But for now all I can do is write more funny skeleton stories about sea shanty singing skeletal systems.

One fine summer night when the moon was lighting up the sky and the air was still warm and somehow there were a few bugs buzzing in the ship even though it was in the middle of the sea, stretch asked everyone at dinner if they wanted to have a little fun on deck and sing and dance and drink and be merry. Everyone thought it was a great idea.

Bear brought some snacks up on deck and blue put some strings of lanterns up at waist height. “Hey shorty! Gimmie those lights!” Cash took the lights and hung them way high so they lit up the deck. “But if I’m too short to hang lights what can I do?” “Bring some deck chairs out?” “Ok!” Blue came back with five deck chairs held over his head and red lounging on one of them. “Hey he asked me to lay here! He says it’s good exercise”. “Thanks Ted! You can get down now!” Sans gave blue a funny look. “Why don’t you stick to cannons ok?” “Why?” “Cuz you looked like you were about to send him into the sea with how much you swung around!” “Oh.”

Stretch went to the front of the deck. “Ok anyone have any song suggestions?” Navy got exited. “ICEES MERRY SEA SHANTY FOR A MERRY GOOD TIME!” Blue looked at navy. “Ok I know I can be childish sometimes but that’s where I draw the line. Iced is for lil kids who fry and poopy in their diapers and eat lollipops.” “Yeah but you read fluffy bunny!” “WHAT NO I DONT WHO TOLD YOU THAT?” “Yourself. There isn’t a spare room and I’m scared of the dark so I share a room with you. And you read fluffy bunny every night”. “Nooooooooooo it’s uh uh it’s uh uh fiiiiiiiiine BUT IM NOT A BABY”. Red snickered. “Baby”. “NO IM NOT HES THE BABY!” Blue pointed to navy. “I won’t deny it”. Baby shrugged.

“Ok any serious suggestions?” Red thought. “Drunken sailor?” “Ok thsts a nice song!” Stretch started singing. “What do you do with a drunken sailor? What do you do with a drunken sailor”. Ht crew danced and enjoyed the music. Cinimon got enthusiastic with papyrus and they started really dancing and twirling around. Papyrus flung cinimon overboard and kept dancing unaware. Bear blew the signal for man over board on the alarm horn and dove in to get him. He came back a minute later and nobody had drowned. “Ok guys what’s the big deal?” Red looked at the crew. Papyrus looked sorry. “I-I-I I diddnt mean to… we were just having some fun dancing around and three i twirled him and then he was overboard”. Cinimon didn’t look that bothered. “It’s ok! Stretch has a lovely voice! Let’s just dance in the middle of the deck ok?”

Stretch started up on the song again. He sang with passion. He finally turned back into the real world when the ship suddenly spun 180 as fast as razz could steer it. “Guys?” Wveryone was on one end watching a seagul who had flown off with sans hat. The one papyrus had given him with the bandana thet meant a lot to him. Sans was in tears and reaching out futilely. Cinimon ten below deck and came back with the net gun. He fired and the net came down on the bird, who fell struggling. The crew reeled the net in and got the hat back. Sans shoved it on his head and went to his room. Blue carefully took the bird out of the net and smoothed it’s feathers and then let it fly away. The bird decided never to steal from that ship again.

Stretch went to check on sans. “Hey buddy. Are you ok? That was a bad scare”. “NO MY HAT ALMOST WENT AWAY FOREVER!” “We would’ve gotten it back without the net though. Remember that one time your hat got carried to kingdom come by the wind? You refused to leave your room and then a month later we found it in that thrift store where the guy said he was cleaning up the beach and found a hat and decided not to throw it away! And that other time it got eaten by the whale and then another ship gone out whaling found it inside the whales mouth! It’s like the hat is connected to your soul”.

“Snf your right heh. I’ve never lost it once. It always comes back. It means so much to me cuz papyrus said if anything ever happened to him I would still have the hat to remember him by. Cuz he said it’s easy to loose a man to the sea and he didn’t want me to be all alone without him.” “You ready to go back for another round of singing? I was gonna sing tthe Wellerman next!” “Ok! Tonight seems like it was made for partying!”