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ciramaris · 3 years ago

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Hut'uun

Mereel Skirata x fem!Reader

Summary: Reader- You are one of the Coruscant Guards Medics and treat all kind of People. For example the Skiratas, more specific Mereel. He is a flirt and has laid eyes on you. You did so too.😉

Wordcount: ca. 3'600

⚠️Warnings⚠️ Injuries🩹, Canon Typical Violence⚔ Reader gets hurt 🤕, Mention of Sex- if you read carefully max 2 Sentences🔞

Pls tell me, if I forgot to tag something

This is for you @carodealmeida for the Request💟

Working in the Coruscant Guard Medbay was interesting in many ways. You got to learn new techniques way before the regular Hospitals on Coruscant did. And your equipment was always the best. One of the Reasons was that Senators like Padme Amidala and Riyo Chuchi as well as blue blooded ones like the Duchess of Mandalore were prone to Injuries. They preferred to be treated by Humans rather than Droids.

Padme was a known Patient of yours, she called you by your name, as if you would a friend and the banter between the two of you, Anakin would never admit it, but he was jealous sometimes.

Senators and the Coruscant Guard were not the only ones you treated regularly, if Troopers got hurt while on Leave they were brought to you. The RC’s and ARC’s that were stationed on Coruscant had their Check ups with you and your fellow Medics. Klan Skirata, as Lina, your Nurse referred to them were outright hostile to everyone but Lina and you.

Lina often called you, when you had a longer break because Kal’s Boys got hurt again. You had only treated Kall once and you were glad he was unarmed, because you were just as nice to him as he was to you. Which was really rude and distant but since then, he called you Ad’ika and has a high regard for you. Which also brings us back to the Situation at hand.

Since Kal trusted you now, his Boys were sent to you, if they got hurt on one of their super secret Missions. But none of them were such a flirt as Mereel.

,,Heeey, Baar’ur’ika.” He laughed as he entered and winced when he laughed. ,,You, my little Princess are stunning.” He breathed out and leaned against your current Patients Bed.

When Hound heared him, he groaned and rolled his eyes. ,,Easy there Lover boy, she’s working on me now. Could you wait until I can not hear you anymore?”

You laughed at their behavior. ,,Now, now. Hound be nice. And you Mereel, sit on that Bed over there, I’ll be with you shortly.”

Mereel grinned. ,,What ever you say Mesh’la.” He winked and walked over to the Bed.

You shook your head while you grin.

Hound laughed. ,,Don’t you get tired from pretty boy’s flirtations?”

Shrugging you sowed him up. ,,No, it’s different, funny even. And I know it’s just the nerves. If he’d saw me outside of this Medbay he would react different. I’m sure of it.”

Hound looked at you disbelieving. ,,Right and Grizzer is a Loath cat.”

You slapped his Shoulder. ,,Hey you. Be nice. I’m right a lot of times. And I’m sure. Mereel is a Ladies Boy. He can have all of them. The pretty ones, the ones with a small Waist, the ones who got clearly helped to their beauty and the rich girls, so why should he settle for me?”

Hound shook his head. ,,I know this look. He’s looking at you like Skywalker looks at Amidala.”

You ruffled his slightly longer hair. ,,Oh, you mean when he’s messing with her? Yeah I know that look. Thire wears it often.” You got up, replaced your Dirty Gloves, Materials and looked after Mereel. His distinctive blue Mandalorian Armor shined bright in the Medbay lights. ,,Mereel? Are you visiting or do you have an Injury?”

He grin at you, he sat on the Bed but since he was tall he could just look straight at you. ,,Aww Cyare, do I really need an Injury to visit you?” he asked and pulled you closer by your Stethoscope, which you wore around your neck.

You smirked, clearly unimpressed. ,,No, but that’s the only time I see you. So, where is it? Left or right?”

He looked confused. ,,Where is what, left or right?”

You sighed. ,,You probably have broken or at least bruised Rips. Left side of the Thorax or right side? And what else?”

He grinned. ,,You are so intelligent, Cyar’ika and so beautiful. How can you do that.” He asked and bit his lower lip as he looked you up and down.

,,I don’t know dear. It just happened, guess I’m lucky.” You shrugged and caressed his cheek. ,,Since were talking about luck. If you delay me any longer you need to be lucky with Kal. He won’t stand for you delaying me.”

Mereel swallowed. ,,Alright ner mesh’la Baar’ur’ika. I’ll be good.” He took off his armor and stocked it next to the Bed. ,,A Bountyhunter got me.” Was his only explanation to his bruised left side.

You sighed and glared at him. ,,How can you joke around like this, if you’re obviously in so much pain?” you shook your head and took out your scanners. It showed you that 3 of those Rips were fractured and the Spleen was bruised too. ,,Mereel you are on strict Bedrest. If you do not comply, your Spleen might rupture and you need to be operated on. Do you understand? No unnecessary moving around and you will stay here for the time being. We wouldn’t want my favorite Patient get seriously hurt for no reason, would we?”

Mereel looked unsure. ,,No definitely not, since I have a reputation to uphold as your favorite Patient.” He winked.

,,Good, I’ll send Lina over to you and she’ll give you a Bactainfusion. For now, you do not need to go in a Tank but you might be placed in one. Depending on how you’re healing.” You wanted to walk away but Mereel was holding your Scrubs Shirt on the end.

,,Do I at least get a Kiss for being good?” he whispered to you.

You grinned and turned back to him. ,, I’ll send Kal for the Kiss.” You said and walked away.

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After your Shift you had a Week of Vacation but your treacherous mind kept on replaying what Mereel said and what Hound explained. After your Vacation you got sent off with a relief mission to Ryloth and arrived back at the GAR Coruscant Guard Base 3 Weeks after.

Mereel was discharged while you were on the Relief Mission but you read his chart. He was healing nicely. You absently stroke his chart with your thumb while you starred out at Coruscant's busy night sky.

,,I knew you liked him.”

You spun around to find Hound leaning against your Office door. Grizzer laying next to him on the floor.

,,Who?”

He grin. ,,The Null-ARC, Mereel. You had a faraway look while you stroke his chart lovingly.”

You furrowed your brows. ,, Stroke lovingly?” you sighed. ,,Hound, I just care for my Patients, that is all.”

,,Mhm.” He moved towards you and pointed at the Chart and to your desk. ,,And why is my Chart no where here? Or did you already read it?”

You sighed. ,,Stop investigating, I know what this is about and no. I have not. It is still with Lina.”

Hound grin triumphant. ,,And why?”

You sighed hating where this was going. ,,Because my treacherous mind wandered off to a place where I would actually believe what he said.”

Hound applauded you. ,,So, you finally see it.”

You sighed, feeling that you did this way too often lately for such a Joyful Person. ,,No Hound. My Mind wandered off, I admit that, but I am also being honest with you, when I tell you, that I saw them with enough pretty and beautiful and rich girls surrounding them and him, last time I went to 79ˋs with Thire.”

Hounds face fell. ,,So, that is why you don’t believe him.”

Again you sighed and grew frustrated with your sighing. ,,Yes, that is why. Could you now please drop this?”

He nodded. ,,But whatever happens Vod’ika, you know Grizzer and I will always love you, right?”

You chuckled and hugged him tight. ,,I know you do, otherwise you would stop calling me Vod’ika.”

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As you walked away from his Bed he felt lost. And you said you would send his father for the kiss? Please no. He loved Kal truly, but kisses from his father was not what he wanted.

Your Nurse, Lina she later helped Sergeant Spawn to place him in a Tank, so he would heal faster. But the dull throbbing in his Chest whenever he thought of you and then again the Joyful leaps his heart would take when he saw you. It was not easy to live with that, if he would give fully into those feelings, he would kiss you on sight. But he didn’t want to ruin what you had together, but he didn’t want to stay like this either. So whenever he had an evening off or a morning he went to 79ˋs.

Once, he thought he had seen you but thought again. You were on Vacation, you would not stay here on Coruscant, would you? So he turned back to the pretty Togruta in his Lap, who seemed to like him rather much, with how she purred. He tried to distract himself from you but when he kissed another Girl, he thought of you. Whenever he touched a females Body he thought of how you would feel under his touch or react to his touch. He closed his eyes as he felt a certain type of bliss and wished he would be doing this with you, instead of this other woman.

Mereel tried not to get hurt, even his brothers commented on it. He hadn’t seen you in 4 Months, but he got hurt badly again. He was not conscious when he arrived at your Medbay. The next thing he saw, was one of his Girls, the Pantoran lean over him and kiss his Forehead. ,,There you are, handsome.” She chuckled. ,,Thought you would let me wait longer, like you usually do.” She winked.

He grinned at the memory. ,,Jakala, where am I?”

She looked around. ,,The Army Medical Bay. Looks like you will stay here longer than I thought.” She pointed to his Chart in his Hands. ,,Fractured Clavicle and Fibia and Tibia. Laser shot wound Medial, Anterior and Proximal Medial. Whatever that means. Plus here it says something about second grade burns on your left leg, Distal posterior and a Concussion.”

,,Dear, please leave the Chart. The Doctor will come as soon as she got time to explain everything to you two.” Lina said politely. She took the Chart back but Mereel caught her Hand.

,,Give me Spawn, Lina. I want to be treated by one of mine.”

Lina seemed taken aback. ,,Are- are you sure? I’m sure-“

,,I am sure, Lina. Please.”

She nodded sharp. ,,As you wish.” She walked towards Spawn who seemed equally confused.

,,Vod, what seems to be the Problem? Don’t like the good Doctor anymore?” he half joked.

,,That’s not it. I just feel more comfortable with you looking me through than the good Doctor, Vod.” Mereel tried to avoid why he didn’t wanted to be treated by you.

Spawn sensed something like that. ,,Okay Vod, but you remember that I don’t allow visitors here. It is the GAR Base after all, means your Girlfriend will have to leave.”

He looked apologetic to Jakala.

,,It’s okay, Honey. I understand. I’ll see you out there again.” She said and captured his Lips with hers, right as you entered the Medbay.

Lina had the decency to call you so you would turn to the wall, like you always did. ,, Hound is waiting for you, in the Messhall.” she lied so you would not see Mereel kiss his Girlfriend without a corner to gather yourself after.

Mereel saw you go, as he looked after Jakala. He was so stupid, why would he allow Jakala to kiss him, if you were right there? Only Lina’s quick thinking saved him. He looked at her and nodded her thanks.

She sighed and shook her head.

Spawn cleared his throat. ,,Care to explain why you lied to your Friend? We both know Hound is in the Messhall at this time but he did not ask for her. So?”

Lina shrugged. ,,He didn’t ask you.”

Spawn gave her a stern look. ,, Nor you, Lina? Has this something to do with Mereel and his Girlfriend?”

Lina looked to the floor. ,,You will have to ask Mereel about that.” With that she left.

Spawn crossed his arms. ,,I guess this also explains why you wanted me as your Doc and not her? What are you afraid of, Mereel?”

Mereel shook his head. ,,No I’m not scared. I just.” He sighed and winced. ,,I didn’t want to hurt her. I think she likes me and letting her see Jakala would be mean.”

Spawn looked not convinced. ,,If you say so. Bactatank for you.” He said and rolled up the I.V stopper so it could flow into his bloodstream.

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You received a call from Lina, that Hound would be waiting for you in the Messhall, so you run off.

You arrived at Hounds table and excused yourself for being late.

,,Late? Vod’ika we did not have a date today. Why, who said that?”

Perplexed you glanced at your Commlink. ,,Lina.” You said slowly.

Hounds confused features softened. He had seen Mereel enter with his Girlfriend. ,,Maybe, she thought you could use a break with me?” he winked.

You laughed. ,,Oh you.” You rolled your eyes. ,,I can’t. I don’t have Lunch break just yet. But I’ll join you an other day.” You got up again, kissed his cheek and went back to the Medbay.

Lina looked obviously nervous. So you approached her. ,,Lina, do you think I look hungry?” you said with mirth.

She relaxed as she realized you were not mad. ,,Just a bit, why?”

You held your Commlink high. ,,You called me, remember?”

She nodded and with no reason hugged you. You accepted the hug but were curious as to why she behaved like that. The Day Mereel got out of the Bactatank you understood. He had a Girlfriend. You tried to look calm, joyful, even but your eyes gave you away.

Hurt was all you felt. Pain in your heart and your soul. Overpowering hurt, making it difficult to breathe because everything hurt. As you saw her so happy to see him, your little world shattered. He really did not mean any of what he said. Hound was wrong. Mereel did not love you, like he claimed he did. You turned and steady walked into your office. There you called one of your Friends.

,,Padme?”

,,So good to see you, love.” The Senator smiled at you but then her smile fell. ,,Somethings wrong. What is it?”

You shook your hear tears slowly filling your vision. ,, Nothing, really. I just heared you needed an emergency meeting with me. Here in my Office, where you can take your Datapad with you?” you pleaded her.

She nodded. ,,Yes you are right, I am not feeling well. I’ll need that meeting now. I’ll be down in a few minutes.” Padme said and 2 Minutes later she knocked at your door.

You explained everything to her and she sat there on the Couch with you, holding you while you cried.

Time heals all wounds, is a saying that not always is true to every situation.

After that Day you took a leave of absence, Padme let you stay in one of her Houses on Naboo. But when you closed your eyes, you could still see him and her.

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Mereel saw how much this hurt you. But what could he do? The damage was done and with how Jakala behaved, it gave off the impression that he loved her too. But he only loved you, how could he be so stupid? Jakala could never replace you and here he tried and only hurt the Woman he truly loved.

Later that Day his Father came to visit him. He did not say anything beyond. ,,You are my Son and I will always love you and be proud of you, but here you are a coward, Son.”

Hound had to be forcefully stopped by Spawn and Thire, so he would not hurt Mereel.

He did not see you again, not until one night in 79’s where the owner gave the dress code for Girls as ,,Maskerade.” They gave free Eye Masks to the women who did not know, so everyone would be concealed. He would recognize you everywhere. He glanced next to you Padme Amidala was in a tight fitting purple dress and she had a Purple Mask on. Her Lips red. And you? You looked absolutely ravishing. Your blue dress, with cutouts highlighted all that he loved so much about you. Your Waist and Breasts, it ended a hand over the knee. And even the shoes you wore, highlighted your legs. The most beautiful was your Smile, it was carefree and Joyful as he remembered you to be. He did not catch your eyes but the glittery Mask suited you perfect.

Hound circled around you, like a guard dog, expecting trouble.

Mereel sighed, he still loved you but could he just go to you and tell you so? Or should he pretend not to know you and feign first interests in you? He didn’t know what he should do, but his Father was right, he was a coward. And he hated cowards.

Mereel took a deep breath and walked towards you. You seemed too concentrated into the Conversation to see him.

Mereel took your Hand and slowly pulled you to him. First you laughed until you saw who it was, that pulled. You looked at him, as if he had slapped you. ,,Cyare, please let me explain.”

But you shook your head. Padme next to you looked ready to explode.

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As a Celebration to your leave finished Padme took you to 79’s, only because of the dress code it had today evening.

You were so happy to go out with your friend and into the Clone bar, where Commanders like Cody and Wolffe would be armored up and armed, nonetheless. It was save for Padme. You danced with her and she talked about how Bail helped her in certain occasions. And then someone pulled your Hand. You laughed until you saw Mereel. All the Pain you went through returned with one big BANG! In your heart.

You felt Padme ready to fight to your right. ,,Cyare, please let me explain”. He asked. But the Tears already started to roll down your Cheek, without you noticing.

He carefully reached up with his freehand and gently wiped the tears away. ,, I am so sorry, Cyar’ika. Please let me explain.”

His touch was something you wished for many times, whether it was as gentle as this or rough grabbing your Hand because he helped you up somewhere. But now you couldn’t stop yourself, you flinched.

You saw his heart break there and then as you flinched. But his touch hurt in your heart. You took your Hand out of his. And wiped your tears away. You took a steady breath. ,,Why should I let you explain what looks clear to me?”

He sighed. ,,I know I am a Coward and I am sorry that I am. But Cyar’ika please listen to me.” He looked so unsure and sad. His Voice carried over the loud upbeat Music but you heared perfectly what he said.

,,Make it quick then, your Girlfriend just arrived. I bet she would not like you calling me what you did, when you should be calling her that.”

He nodded. ,,I broke up with her, I never was with her, she was just there and gave the Title to herself. I always wanted you, Cyare. I just went with her so I wouldn’t hurt you.”

You laughed humorless. ,,So you wouldn’t hurt me? How did that go?!” You asked seething.

He looked to the floor. ,,I am sorry Cyar’ika. When I was with her, when I kissed her, I thought of you. She was just a substitute for you. I love you, Cyare.”

Your heart hurt so much with what he said, but you hoped that he meant it. It was not up to you any longer whether you listened to him or not, your legs sagged away and you landed in his arms, the last thing you remember was Pain. Unforgiving, harsh and dark pain.

You woke up in one of your Med beds, I.V. placed as well as an EKG on you chest. Padme was on your left side and Mereel on your right side.

Spawn rounded the corner. ,,There you are, you scared us for a minute, little one.”

You smiler weekly. ,,Why, though?”

He set his Lips in a thin line. ,,Broken heart Syndrome, ever heared of that one?”

You nodded.

,,You got something similar. Instead of staying away, Mereel should stay close to you for now. I could say, dear. Your heart has chosen him and you really need to listen to it. Some of your heart strings ripped due to emotional trauma.”

You looked over at Mereel, he looked unsure of this. He got up and leaned over you. He took a deep breath and without a warning, kissed you. Your EKG beeped furiously warnings out. Spawn was seconds away from pulling Mereel away and then it normalized.

As he pulled back you slapped him across his Face. Then you reached out and pulled him down for another kiss. After the first shook he kissed you back.

He let go of you again. ,,Cyar’ika?” he asked unsure, he looked to Padma who was squirming with glee, then back down at you.

Your heart did not hurt that much anymore. It’s as if Mereel’s kiss healed something inside of you. ,,Hmm?”

,,I love you and I’m sorry for hurting you. Can you forgive me?”

You nodded. ,,I think I can, pretty boy.”

He kissed you again and Padme hugged Spawn enthusiastically.

Translation from Mando’a :

Baar’ur’ika from Baar’ur ->Doctor/Medic

‘ika -> little, added to a name as a very familiar or childhood form: Vodˋika, little Vod

Vod-> sibling /brother/ sister

Cyare-> beloved

Mesh’la-> Beautiful

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charliesimss · 2 years ago

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@simmingbeauty

1.If your oc was to host a TV show, what would it be about? Would your oc be good at it? What sorts of guests would appear?

He'd host a podcast like sickboy and have people with disabilities/chronic illnesses on it, and he'd be good at it because he'd be doing what he knows.

3. If you were to choose another name for your oc, what do you think it would be? Did you choose it for how it sounds or for its meaning?

I chose a different name for him before I chose Hemming, it was Bowen James, and now its Hemming James, both were for the sound of the name, and Hemming is from A Little Life, and I simply named him that because I like the character in the book. I dont think I've ever named an oc a name because of meaning. 💀

5. How well would your oc fare as a teacher? What subject would they be best at teaching? What about the worst?

He'd be a hot teacher, that just became a second career option for him. He'd teach English because of the everything about him, and he'd be bad at teaching math or drama.

7. Does your oc have any allergies, intolerances, or other sensitivities? How dangerous is it? Does this affect their daily life in any way?

He has a pretty severe dairy allergy, it gives him hives most of the time. He mostly just drinks milk alternatives and avoids other dairy, it's a little harder when cooking or going out to eat cause he has to get stuff thats 100% dairy free.

8. How easily does your oc make friends? Do they have difficulty talking to new people? Why?

He doesn't make friends easily, he has a few close acquaintances that sat with him at the begging of college, but not because they have stuff in common, they're mainly just school friends and the same went for regular school. He made a lot of disabled camp friends, plus Lina who he met at the hospital. He makes friends easier in that setting.

11. What is the most embarrassing thing that has ever happened to your oc? Do they still feel ashamed for it? Were there any witnesses?

Probably anytime his esophagus failed him in public, he's still embarrassed about it, being disabled in public is embarrassing, he'll die on that hill.

13. How dangerous is your oc? Are they completely innocent, or someone to be feared? Do others know?

LMAO no he's not dangerous, worst he'd do is run over your toes.

15. What is your oc’s favourite time of day? Why is this? Do they have a daily practice during this time?

He likes night time, 3am, he'd wake up at that time, or more likely still be awake, and he'd write. Or paint. It's the best time to be creative to him.

17. How well can your oc keep secrets? Is there a difference between how they handle their own vs someone else’s? To what lengths would they go to keep something hidden?

He keeps secrets pretty well because he has no one to tell them to :crygun:

19. If your oc were to be arrested for something, what would it be for? For being too kind, for a legitimate crime?

Tax fraud ♡

vehicular manslaughter ♡

breaking and entering ♡

robbery ♡

21. Are there any public events your oc would love to go to? Concerts, plays, movies, parties, etc? What about ones that they would hate? Why?

He likes plays and concerts, he'd go see all his friends plays, and indie bands like m*tski and cavetown. He wouldn't really like a rave or festival though, very overwhelming and he doesn't really like being outside.

23. How difficult is it for your oc to get to sleep? Do they fall asleep the moment they hit the pillow, or do they have insomnia? Any reason why?

He has sleeping problems probably due to the fact that his brain doesn't work properly. He used to be on mirtazipine but was taken off it after high school and being kicked off that good insurance. So ever since then he hasn't known how to sleep.

25. How does your oc handle being sick? Do they pretend not to be? Do they complain a lot? How susceptible to getting sick are they?

Trooper is his middle name! Gotta live up to that chronically ill kid vision of always being strong and brave. 😌

He gets sick often though, his immune system sucks.

But really colds don't bother him, he's been on so many antibiotics he hardly notices them now, so he'll just take meds for whatever is ailing him.

27. What’s your oc’s preferred mode of transportation? Walking, vehicle, (or in a sci-fi/magic setting) teleportation?

My sister in christ did u read these? This is such a funny question for him. He takes the bus or subway like any humble disabled person. Or he'll have his friends or brother drive him around.

29. How empathetic is your oc? Or are they closer to being a sociopath? Any reason why?

He tries to be very empathetic despite being an aries. He always tries to put himself in others shoes or relates to their feelings if he's ever had them.

31. What is your oc’s sense of humour like? What do they find funny? Do they try to be funny? Are they actually?

He doesn't try to be funny but sometimes he is by accident and then he gets all smiley like 'wow they like me'. He mostly finds shows like modern family funny, just surface humor type stuff.

33. How does your oc’s own perception of themselves compare to how other people see them? Is your oc aware that other people see them differently (if it’s different)?

He kinda doesn't have that good of self esteem. But people around him think that he's creative, friendly, and has good vibes, no one's ever afraid to start a conversation with him, and they always assume the best in him and that he's kind, but he doesn't know this.

35. Is your oc a workaholic, or do they find it hard to be busy at all? Do they find it easy to relax, or must they have something to do at all times? Why?

He likes chilling. If he's not working he likes to draw as a hobby or write. But he's also okay just resting with his cats.

37. How picky is your oc? Will they not accept something because of the smallest details being off, or do they not care in the slightest? Why?

No he's not picky in this sense, even at restaurants when he should be, he's more likely to just eat something and have to go to the hospital later for an allergic reaction cause he doesn't wanna bother people and be a Ken.

39. Is it difficult for your oc to focus, or do they have no trouble being in the moment? Do they daydream or zone out?

He stays pretty focused at baseline, he studies what he likes in college so it's easier for him to focus, but if he ever didn't focus on something in school he'd probably have a headache, and if it was bad enough he might even tell someone about it!

#oc hemming #sims 3 ocs #my ocs #make my day #<3 <3 <3

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myketheartista · 4 years ago

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Do you think if a fan reasonably listed their dislikes and concerns with rvb zero, Fiona, Torrian, or literally anyone else would still come back and light a fire under them? (fiona’s comments have made me a bit annoyed but it’s understandable since some of the comments from fans have been stupid)

Because it’s not about “if it’s not your thing, sorry, you don’t have to watch it. It’s for other people!” It’s about the actual issues in the show that I feel like...the writers aren’t recognizing? And this isn’t me hating on the show really, I’m just confused if they notice the flaws?

This is probably turning into a long post so I apologize in advance, and if it does turn into some sort of hate-rant, I apologize for that too, but I’m mostly just letting my thoughts out on things I’ve noticed that aren’t sitting well with me—and SPOILERS for the new episode if you aren’t a first member, but-

———— sorry I’m on mobile idk how to do a read more if it’s possible

I think I’m allowed to get angry that they killed Tucker. Because even if it’s a fake out and they’re pulling another season 12 where we all thought he was gonna die after Felix stabbed him (because the situation was actually taken seriously and the atmosphere is what assisted the blow in comparison to rvb0’s not-so-great pacing skills) EVEN if it’s a fake out, it’s a shitty thing to do. I don’t care if it comes down to “oh, well Jason was the only one of the OG cast available and bringing back Tucker makes sense because of his weapon” you’re going to 1.) bring back a beloved character we’ve had for 17 years. 2.) KILL said character 3.) probably do it for dramatics and he’ll actually be okay because why would you kill off a memorable character 4.) god, not to mention, and this could just be me being extra bitter, but you killed him off in such a boring way? I know the guy is an idiot, a sim trooper thrown into a war he was never apart of with no fighting skills at all, but it’s Tucker. Make the guy go out in style.

I said the same thing about Carolina and how they’re doing her a disservice. Even though she had began to grow annoying to me in previous seasons (shisno paradox to be exact), I was still ecstatic to see her just like anyone else! Her and Wash! And I’m NOT her creator and I’m NOT someone who understands her character to the point where I feel like I have a right to start telling the writers they’re portraying her wrong, but I truly feel like Carolina is not in character at all. I think the constant usage of Wash’s first name is unusual (she even went as far as to CORRECT One??? Wash’s name is a personal thing and throwing it around makes me feel like he isn’t even worthy of respect at this point. I sincerely hope they aren’t using the first name basis thing as an excuse to say oh!! Look at how close her and Wash are!), the completely? normal?? private conversations she’s been having with specifically One (I’m unsure if it’s because Carolina is working with people who aren’t actually idiots this time around so the setting makes her more comfortable, but I don’t see Carolina as an advice-giver or a pep-talker. Maybe I’m so used to hardcore freelancer Lina that I’m brainwashed but these are really throwing me off), and finally— her reaction to Tucker’s death, and excuse me haha, is a fucking joke.

I’m not elaborating on that. I feel like it should be self-explanatory, to be honest. I could even say her reaction sums up MY reaction, but I’m hoping there might be some aftermath stuff, y’know? Then again, I’m praying he’s not dead because, again, what the actual hell?

But aside from me being annoyed by little writing things I’ve noticed, I’m really enjoying the animation and I’m totally into the characters, but who hasn’t said that? That seems to be the only good thing you hear after long posts that speak negatively of the show. I appreciate the enthusiasm and I completely respect others who enjoy it for what it is! I’m also trying to enjoy it from the perspective of a new fan or even someone who just LOVES rvb for what it is (because HEY any rvb satisfies me, I freakin adored the shisno paradox even if it’s hated on for its writing) buuuut the flaws keeps standing out to me whether it’s the unusually fast pacing, the awkward and very over exaggerated movements (because if we’re being honest, what human moves like this? Am I too rude to ask if we can just have someone speaking and bobbing their head but still have them animated like in PFL?), the delivery of lines (meh, sometimes it’s cheesy, sometimes it’s good, sometimes it’s just too fast!), and the unbelievable amount of “surprising” info I’m given without a cool plot twist or SOMETHING to make me actually give a crap about the characters lives and backstories.

Yeah, it’s probably turned into a hate-rant, haha. But I’m legit curious if Fiona is defending Torrian and hyping up the show simply bc it’s a first-time thing! Great! She’s happy and excited and so proud of the thing they’ve created, who wouldn’t be, but it’s severely disappointing to see something so awesome have so many problems that are making it an unenjoyable experience for me. And maybe that’s just me being someone who criticizes too much...which is ironic considering I’ll praise every episode of rvb because I’m being fed content, I’ll praise ANYTHING rvb RT gives me bc I’m so desperate, but rvb0 is uhhhh it’s not cutting it for me unfortuantely.

MY PASSION FOR RAYMOND LIVES ON THOUGH! I love burger man and I love his funny lines and his relationship with everyone and I love how he’s a goofball. I love lots of things about the show and I still think the cast thing with Carolina was funny :) so sorry if I come off as mean because I’m really trying to not let my love for old rvb get in the way, but I dunno, maybe I really cant accept something new? Or maybe I’m just sad something with potential isn’t doing so great :(

#myke speaks #rvb #rvb0 #rvb zero #SINCERELY SORRY FOR THE LONG POST!!!#I haven’t spoken about rvb in ages and THIS is the food I feed yall? I’m ashamed I truly am LMAO #but it’s okay I’ve recently gotten the urge to draw somethin from it :) so maybe something will happen we’ll see #rvb zero spoilers #rvb0 spoilers #long post

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I was bored so I played Bitlife as Grantaire and added the others as custom characters:

So, I was born as R Grantaire on the 14th of August and my parents are Anna Grantaire (22) and Paul Grantaire (26). The mother has an Italian name so I'm keeping my headcanon that R is Italian

R has Looks at 78% so he's beautiful, suck my dick Hugo

Oh okay, R's three years old and he just got a baby brother named Victor, which, weird, because I didn't put Victor Hugo as a custom person. This is completely random and almost scary

Oh okay, apparently R and Victor hate each other.

Wait I just realized R is blond, of all things. Gonna dye his hair as soon as I can

R is 6 years old and started school; Mme Thenardier is a classmate, definitely staying away...

Oh we're getting bullied. I decided not to react since he always accepts and makes even worse insults to himself in canon

R has low smarts and I can't make him keep good grades :(

R started Jiu-jitsu classes

R is 11 and he just received another baby brother named Noah

I just made R join his Middle school's Politics club LMAO

OH a classmate named Napoleon Bonaparte, who is also a popular kid, just asked R out. I'll accept just because, I mean, I can make R hookup with Napoleon, think about it

Grantaire and Napoleon are officially boyfriends

Grantaire has been elected secretary of the politics club

Cosette and R are classmates!!! Gonna befriend her because Cosette and R friendship is precious

R is 14 and 1) his parents gave him yet another sibling, a sister named Victoria seriously guys, learn how to put a condom on, they've all been caused by it slipping off, and 2) R JUST GOT ELECTED AS PRESIDENT OF THE POLITICS CLUB

R started secondary school and joined the dance club; he also started working as a part time golf caddie

VICTOR HAS BEEN BULLIED AND CALLED RACIAL SWEARS AND NO, WE'RE NOT OKAY WITH IT. GONNA FIGHT THE MOTHERFUCKER

The game said I can't attack him cause he lives in Afghanistan and I am in France???? What???? How does he go to school with Victor???? I'm confused

R and Feuilly are classmates so I made them become friends :)

R is 18 and his parents divorced :(

R started studying arts at university. Eponine is a classmate BUT SHE REFUSED TO BEFRIEND GRANTAIRE

Grantaire and Napoleon broke up 😣

Grantaire came out as gay. Uhm, we been knew honey

classmate Hugo Fontaine asked R out but he got rejected

R and Combeferre are now friends. Eponine keeps rejecting Grantaire

R's mum just married a very rich guy named Rousseu but he hates Grantaire sike. R calls him "bro"

R's dad remarried too, she's normal. R calls her "sis". She has a daughter called Juliette, so now she's R stepsister

Grantaire graduated and started a position as Junior graphic designer!

Grantaire started drinking wine

Oh okay, R and Bahorel are now dating

They broke up

Bishop Myriel asked R out on a date... R refused, sorry it's too weird even for me

R and Montparnasse are dating. Damn R you really go around

They broke up. And R started dating Courfeyrac

They lasted two years

BOTH MARIUS AND JEAN VALJEAN HAVE ASKED R OUT GODDAMN

Grantaire and Enjolras are dating!!! (yes It's because I wanted it to be like this shut up)

Okay, I looked at Enjolras's info and I shit you not, he graduated in political science. He's a real estate agent tho

Enjolras came out of the closet as gay

Grantaire proposed to Enj and he accepted 🥺🥺

They got married at the beach and went to Pompeii for their honeymoon 🥺🥺🥺

Feuilly got married to a certain Mila

Grantaire is now an uncle! His brother Victor fathered a baby girl called Camille!

Grantaire and his brother Noah got in trouble for dancing in the middle of a road 😬 they've been declared not guilty tho

Grantaire and Enj adopted a little girl named Iris!!!!

Enjolras and Grantaire have been married for 10 years :)

For some reason the game is not proposing the other custom characters I added sike

They adopted another girl named Eva 🥺🥺🥺🥺

Cosette had a son called David Antoinette. The father is unknown

Grantaire's stepfather died of Hepatitis C

Feuilly pranked R by setting 15 alarms on his phone hours before he was supposed to wake up

Grantaire's brother Noah fathered a boy named Ethan

Eva wants a cockatiel so OF COURSE WE'LL GET HER A COCKATIEL

We got her a cockatiel named Ronda :)

Enjolras and Grantaire have been married for 20 years

Grantaire's father died of leukemia ☹️ Grantaire and his siblings inherited quite a lot

Eva and Iris started secondary school 😭 they grow up so fast

While at a soccer game a brawl started between parents... So of course Grantaire joined in

Feuilly and R went partying. 55 years old and still kicking

Iris and Eva graduated 🎉

Grantaire's mum died of tuberculosis

Ronda the Cockatiel died too of dehydration after her water bottle malfunctioned :(

Eva moved out

Iris is a writer, while Eva is a cadet at the police 😬 imagine the tension at home.

Grantaire just befriended Joly!!!! Joly is married to a Charlotte Clement

Grantaire's stepmother died of Aids

Eva has been promoted to patrolman

Joly and Grantaire are officially best friends

Enjolras retired (both him and R are 62 now)

Eva has been promoted to Trooper. Enjolras must be going crazy

Feuilly has invited R to do mushrooms so of course he accepted

Eva has been promoted to corporal

Grantaire retired (he's 67)

Eva has been promoted to sergeant

Enjolras is nagging at Grantaire to buy a car so R bought a purple lambo 😎

Feuilly keeps inviting Grantaire over for drugs and OMG FEUILLY YOU'RE ALMOST 80 STOP IT

IRIS GOT MARRIED!! To a certain Paul Girard

NOOOO FEUILLY DIED OF FUCKING EBOLA

Iris had a baby girl named Alice 🥺🥺🥺 Grantaire and Enjolras are grandpas 😭😭

Omg, now that Feuilly is dead Combeferre is the one that keeps offering drugs

Iris had another daughter named Olivia 😭😭😭😍😍😍

Eva just had a son named Ethan 😭😭😭 there three grandchildren now omg

4 grandchildren!!!!! Iris gave birth to a girl named Lina!!!!!!

Grantaire's brother Victor just died :(

Omg the grandchildren are starting to go to school, my heart cant

NOOOOO JOLY DIED

Grantaire's brother Noah died too

NOOOOOOOOOOOOO ENJOLRAS DIED IN HIS SLEEP 😭😭😭😭 at 91 tho which is way better than canon

COMBEFERRE DIED TOO FUCKING FUCK

Grantaire died at 93. Game over. Here is the grave:

#Idk I was really bored #les mis #les miserables

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voidendron · 2 years ago

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-Agent: Rediaex'aere'zortiea / Xaerez / Cipher Nine

-Consular: Lina Tophrik / Paladin Healer

-Warrior: Aaz'n Tarnak / Lord Wrath

-Knight: Deca Iresso / Paladin

-Knight: Ytila'vena / Aven / Paladin

-Inquisitor: Ehna'dissen / Sith Interrogator

-Smuggler: Fower Vek / Flower / Rediscovery Era Crew

-Hunter: Sored'river'yvest / Driver / Rediscovery Era Crew

-Trooper: Kaiba Felshaad / Inferno Squad CO

(Knight had a two-way tie between Deca and Aven, that's why they're both here)

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batuuprincess · 4 years ago

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Three Days on Yavin 4

Coming Monday to the Archive!

Poe Dameron is not okay.

Three years after turning down an offer to join the Resistance, Poe is right back where he started: working on his dad’s farm, manning the weekly booth at the farmer’s market, and picking fights he has no hope of winning.

When a pretty young rebel falls out of the sky, Poe’s entire world is turned upside down.

Rey is everything Poe is not - driven, confident, wholly dedicated to the cause. Or maybe she’s just everything he once wanted to be.

While she waits for extraction, Poe gives her a place to hide and she gives him a new perspective on the galaxy, the war, and his place in both. So when Rey leaves and the First Order makes its big move, Poe must decide what’s worth saving.

See below for a final sneak peek!

Keep your head down and your nose clean keep your head down and your nose clean keep--

Fuck it, he thought as Dick raised his baton, Poe rushing forward before he had a chance to think it through.

“Gentleman,” he said, slapping on his most charming smile as he put his body between the troopers and Lina’s livelihood. “We’re all reasonable here. I’m sure we can come to an agreement.” He dug a handful of credits out of his pocket, offering them up to men in front of him.

“Are you trying to bribe an officer of the First Order?”

Shit, these two were really on a power trip. As such, Poe couldn’t be held responsible for the next words out of his mouth.

“I don’t know, I sure as hells don’t see any officers around here. Just grunts as far as the eye can see.”

Dickless took special offense at that. Probably because he was dickless. “What did you just say?”

“I said, I don’t see any officers here.” He spoke slowly, over enunciating each word for maximum effect. “And then insulted your rank.”

His last thought before the punches started flying was that Kes was going to be so disappointed in him.

#damerey #poe dameron x rey #coming soon #star wars #fanfiction

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jomeimei421 · 5 years ago

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Your RvB AU's are awesome! Have you ever considered Role Reverse Carolina and Washington? Where Carolina's the baby of PFL who got and lost Epsilon/became Recovery 1 and Wash is the overachiever Mr #1 Competitive who went on a goodness knows how long hunt for The Director?

I want to do some more role reversal stuff soon! And Wash and Lina switching is an interesting concept, but also TOO EASY.

Imagine sim trooper Lina. Imagine instead of horrible Sarge plans that work because of ludicrously good luck, red team leader Carolina where her plans are super good but she just has the most atrocious luck ever

#rvb #rvb role reversal au #mei talks #answered asks

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marierg · 2 years ago

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You - Miss - are a very bad influence to me! And I dearly love you for that!

ME?.... A bad influence?......Maaaaayyyybbeeeeee

@rain-on-kamino you gotta admit we have more fun! The following is a small preview of a joint project in the works....

Suggestive and Explicit stuffs below the cut!

Jesse turned to Lina as she finished her drink, "What's your friend doing over at the bar with Fives?"

"Oh no!" Lina looked and saw as the ARC hopped up on the bar and began to dance with Sue. Dancing actually may have been too tame a word, it was closer to making out to the rhythm of the music. Laughing she watch the inevitable outcome unfold. "You know Jesse... Sue and me.. we caused a hell of a heck when we were younger. That’s one of her usual performances."

"Is it now?" Jesse arched a brow at the exuberant display, "And she's found Fives... big surprise."

Chuckling Lina turned her attention back to Jesse, eyes hooded and voice turning sultry. With an enticing smile she tapped her finger under that strong chin, "Who could blame her with the handsome company she has?"

"Oh you think he's handsome?" Jesse teased back, eyes narrowed.

"Hmm he's not my type, I'd rather the more... serious type... if you catch my drift." She whistled on her fingers. "GO FOR IT SUE!!!!"

"You Know it Lina! Get you some too gurl!" Smiling and feeling fine she look at the flirt in front of her. "So handsome you ever had a shiver shot?"

Fives helped Sue down from the bar much to the disappointment of those who had been enjoying the show. He looks at the live wire in front of him, biting out a grin, "I'm sure it's nothing I can't handle sweetheart."

"Oh... you think I'm sweet?"

Fives tilts the beauty's chin up and gives a breath stealing kiss. Licking his lips on parting he smirked, "Very."

Taking a shot of tequila and wedging it behind his belt buckle, Sue licked a line on his neck sprinkling some salt. Last she gave the stunned trooper a tease of a kiss before placing a lime between those plush lips. "Don't move handsome, cause the trick to this is you get the shiver and I get the shot."

Licking the line of salt from his neck Sue felt the poor troopers breathe stutter. She grinned wickedly before dropping slowly down Fives's body.

"Karking HELLS!" Fives muttered, bracing his elbows against the bar.

Sue hummed, but kept those brown eyes locked as she licked at belt buckle, then lapping at the shot. Finally taking the glass between her teeth and downing the drink, she handed the glass back to the bartender. Making an equally slow ascent back she bit into the lime, enjoying the sour flavor on her tongue before the fruit's ripped away and replaced by something far more enticing.

"Awfully messy drinker... think you ought to help me clean up." Fives quickly threw the maddening girl over his shoulder, heading straight to the back of the club.

"Oh I thought you'd never ask!" Sue giggled and swatted at his bottom.

Meanwhile Lina and Jesse were deep in conversation, her fingers teasing lightly at his jaw even as his hand ascended up that pretty little skirt....

"So tell me mesh'la... what brings you in tonight?" Jesse's finger travels up further till they graze the hem of the lace underwear, but her hand stilled his movements. Holding him right in place leaning in and nibbling that jawline.

"Hmmm... I was hoping for a little fun. Do you happen to know someone who could help me through the night?"

Jesse's free hand caught Lina's chin between his thumb and forefinger. Thumb brushing that plush bottom lip to gently pull it down, before he rewarded her with a kiss. His lips taste like fizz and him, far stronger than any liquor she had experienced.

"I don't know Mesh'la." Jesse smirked as he felt her hand finally press his against her aching core. Jesse drew hard patterns against the lace, drawing shattered cries from the beauty next to him. Chuckling in his throat he teased a finger just under the elastic that separated him from his goal. Looking her right in the eye he licked his lips, "Do you think you can take the heat?"

#oh this is gonna be fun #these girls got no CLUE!#If we die we die happy #arc trooper fives #arc trooper jesse #jesse smut #fives smut

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vonlipvig · 5 years ago

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Fodder vs. Freelancers - Episode 11

(If you’re looking for past episodes, just check the “Survivor RvB” tag in my blog!)

Quick recap! Last time the Freelancer tribe lost immunity, but Wash got granted his own special immunity after being sent to Exile Island. Tex had her hidden idol ready, and she used it at a good time, rendering everyone else’s votes against her invalid. With her solitary vote, she eliminated South, who I believe is the first person in the Jury.

So, I’ve been talking about a Merge for quite some time now, and I think it’s high time I explain myself for all you non-Survivor people. At one point in the game, the two tribes cease to exists, and all the contestants merge into a new tribe, with a new name and color, which can bring new life to some and a lot of trouble to others.

And guess what? WE HAVE A MERGE!

Drop your buffs, everybody! Fodder tribe is no more, Freelancer tribe is no more, welcome all to your new tribe, the Rebels tribe! (Ok, my lack of creativity should not be discussed here. They’re not sim troopers, they’re not Freelancers, they’re rebels, ok? Makes sense). So this is our lucky ten who have made it all the way to the Merge, congratulations!

In the show, this is the really cute part where everyone is happy and they get food and drinks to celebrate and everyone kind of forgets about to game for like...10 seconds. Aaaand, they also get fabric and paints to make their new tribe flag! This is where some of the castaways show off their artistic skills making a cute logo for the tribe, and then everyone else goes and signs their name on it, and I took the liberty to imagine how that would go!

Cute, isn’t it? (Shut up, I went to design school for like, a year and a half, that’s gonna have to be enough).

But playtime’s over, let’s see how everyone’s alligned now that it’s an individual game:

The strongest alliance we have is York and Carolina’s, with 8 strength. These guys have sticked together since the beginning, and they made it all the way to the Merge, even in separated tribes! Still, they don’t have numbers...

The Church-Caboose-Simmons-Sarge-Doc Alliance has a 5 in strength. Not ideal, but they kind of trust each other.

There’s also the OG Fodder Alliance, which adds Donut to the avobe, but it’s weaker, at a 4.

Now, the OG Freelancer Alliance (Lina-York-Wash-Tex) is at a 5, enough to rival the Reds/Blues, but their numbers are worse.

We also have the New Fodder and New Freelancer Alliances, but those are at a 4, so not much trust going around there.

In short, it’s a big ole mess! But let’s jump right into the first individual immunity challenge! (Cause, yeah, tribal immunity is no more, now everybody’s gotta fight for themselves, making Tex a veeeery strong competitor...)

Oh, it’s this challenge. Pardon me, I just hate this one with a passion. It’s basically torture, for them and for me who has to watch it. Basically who manages to control their panic at being about to drown for long enough to beat the rest.

But you wanna know what truly is funny here?

CABOOSE. THE WINNER IS CABOOSE. Take a moment to really picture that. You have a bunch of supersoldiers who have definitely been trained to never panic, even underwater, and the one who wins is CABOOSE. I love this more than I can explain it. But anyway, Caboose gets immunity, hooray!

Notable Tribe Events: Well, the OG Freelancer Alliance is no more. Guess tensions are running high here, and they figure without the numbers, they’re toast. Who’s gonna betray who? This is gonna be fun...

Time for out first Rebels tribe TC!

OH, NO. The power player, the most important physical threat has been eliminated! The eleventh person voted off Survivor Blood Gulch is Tex. It seems things were pretty split up, tho, Simmons really saved himself there. So, who voted for who?

Carolina, York, Caboose, Sarge, Simmons, and Doc all voted for Tex.

Which means Tex, Church, Donut and Wash voted for Simmons.

Ok, makes sense. Lina and York are in an Alliance, and the Reds/Blues have the numbers. Donut voted with his Freelancer tribe, and so did Wash. And, of course, Church likes Tex above all, so he wasn’t gonna vote her off (I set them to have an unbreakable bond, I’m glad he got to show it here).

So, that’s how it went. And with thus, Tex is gone. Damn, she always has to fail in the end, doesn’t she? Well, the time to get rid of the physical threats is now, so who knows what will happen! Find out more in the next episode of Survivor Blood Gulch: Fodder vs. Freelancers!

Next Episode - Beginning

#survivor rvb #survivor simulations #rvb #red vs blue #OH NO TEX WHY #i love that caboose got immunity thats so badass dfjkdfhdkf #but oof church and tex got reunited and of COURSE she has to fail....that's harsh buddy

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astro-b-o-y-d · 6 years ago

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Did you have any ideas as to how season 15 might have gone in your Director Lives AU? How some key events might have gone differently or if they happened at all?

*Claps hands together*

WELL

It’s been a while, but I can think of a few things I came up with during the season when it aired:

Dallas and Dr. Grey? Nowhere to be found when the temple of procreation is activated. Wink.

He’s the band’s number one fan. He doesn’t care that Carolina can’t sing, he’s just glad she’s having fun and enjoying herself.

Him and Wash have matching beards at one point. He probably keeps his while Wash doesn’t.

Dallas is just as shocked as the rest of them to find out Church might be alive, because he knows for a FACT that the Alpha is dead and also he knows going on a wild goose chase for someone who’s dead will not have great results. However, he’s definitely interested in investigating nonetheless because this whole situation is suspicious in a way he can’t pinpoint.

Would probably be just as hurt as the rest of them when Grif made the choice to stay behind, but at the same time? ...He’d get it.

He likely wouldn’t remember Temple and the gang was where he sent Tex and Carolina that one time (look, if he didn’t know much about the Reds and Blues when he first joined them, he definitely won’t know jack shit about this bunch of simulation troopers). This makes it easier for Temple to trick them.

Or he’d probably end up joining with Washington and Carolina when they go search for Illinois (look, Freelancer stuff is still kinda his business) and that little guilt monster will start welling up again, both from them and from finding out another group of simulation soldiers formerly under his control, are living in such bad conditions. Well, underwater.

He absolutely gets locked in the murder fridge with the others. Honestly, it’s kind of a parallel to the time he went without food or water for days before, obsessing over Allison’s video. Only this time, it’s not by choice. It’s by someone else’s hand. Someone else with an unhealthy obsession that’s hurting/killing people.

Honestly, I can imagine him panicking and begging Wash and Lina to just keep talking and do their best to stay awake and alert. The others would have to come looking for them eventually.

Locus’s change of heart in this season would actually be a lot more believable with another villain who ended up siding with the Reds and Blues was there too. It’s like “How can we trust you after everything you did?!” “You trust him now.” “...Okay, that’s fair. Welcome to the group.”

It’d make their distrust towards Dylan make a bit more sense. And....honestly, the overall mystery too. More Freelancer bullshit? You know the former Director’s going to play an interesting role in that.

Wash getting shot in the throat will probably give him nightmares for a long time.

He’d probably figure out what the Blues and Reds are doing ahead of time (meaning the time machine), and at the very least TRY and tell Temple that it’s no good obsessing over someone who’s gone. It doesn’t work, but he tries.

Also....THESE GUYS CAN BUILD A TIME MACHINE?! Also also......HOLY SHIT THEY’RE GOING TO DESTROY THE UNIVERSE. He thought he’d seen everything, but there you go.

Seeing Caboose talking to Alpha and understanding that they need to let him go? God damn, that’s inspiring to Dallas. Caboose is wiser than the rest of the group gives him credit for. Honestly, Dallas probably gets closer to Caboose after this is all said and done.

After everything that happened, Dylan probably wouldn’t go and spill the beans on Dallas. She’s a reporter who wants the facts, but.....the Director of Project Freelancer is dead and she’s a good woman.

......Oh, fuck, I just remember the end of 16 and what they might mean for Dallas. OH FUCK OH MAN THAT’D BE SUCH GOOD ANGST. TO BE RIPPED AWAY FROM THE PEOPLE HE’S COME TO CONSIDER A FAMILY AND PROBABLY TURNED BACK INTO THAT HORRIBLE PERSON HE WAS BEFORE??? OH MAN THAT’S GOOD.

#Anonymous #RvB #TDOPFLID #My memory of 15 is kinda fuzzy but I think this is enough #Thank you anon this was fun to think about

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greyias · 6 years ago

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FIC: By the Guidance of Stars - Chapter 7

Title: By the Guidance of Stars Fandom: SWTOR Pairing: Theron Shan/f!Jedi Knight Rating: T (this chapter) Genre: Angst, H/C, Romance, Humor Synopsis: The Coalition tries to heal in the aftermath of the Battle of Yavin 4, but not every wound is physical. A series of missing scenes set during the end of Shadow of Revan. Warnings: See Chapter 1. Author’s Note: This is the chapter that I nicknamed “The Jakarro Sutra”. I am so, so sorry.

The crackle of the campfire provided a counterpoint to the distant buzz and chirp of the jungle nightlife. A soft murmur of conversation had gone up around camp as the coalition settled into what was likely the last evening meal before they all went their separate ways. The mood was decidedly less celebratory than earlier in the day, likely due to the fact that those they were breaking bread with today they might be exchanging blaster fire with the next time they met.

The Coalition’s two leaders were taking their evening meal over at the operations center, in clear view of the whole camp. A token contingency of troopers from both factions ringed the platforms, but Satele and Marr were seated close enough so they could talk in relative privacy. Making a show of solidarity for the troops, but probably discussing the difficult road that would lie ahead, both politically and otherwise.

Lana was not gathered around this campfire, but instead Theron had spotted her in a tent with several people that he could tell had once been with Imperial Intelligence. It had piqued his interest, but he hadn’t thought of an easy way to listen in without being caught and risking fracturing the Coalition’s trust. So he’d grudgingly marched on, and had wound up taking a seat next to Jakarro in the large group that had gathered together.

If nothing else, it was a clear indication that the intelligence community within the Empire would be experiencing a resurgence in the wake of the Revanite Crisis. They were going to need to get someone on the inside, which would be easier if the structure was being rebuilt from the ground up. Just another thing for Theron to add to the laundry list of discussion items with Marcus when he got back to Coruscant.

Apparently the somber mood of their gathering was too much for Doc, who had started to tell a ribald tale of some daring heist he’d pulled off with a lady Rattataki of a dubious nature. Something about the Rattataki’s description was familiar, but Theron really wasn’t in the mood to listen closely enough to whatever yarn was being spun to try and pinpoint exactly what. He pushed the rations around on his plate, trying to work up the will to force more of it down. He couldn’t tell if the fact that it had little to no taste was a good or a bad thing, and eventually he set it down having only consumed maybe half of it.

“No wonder you’re so puny, Theron,” Jakarro rumbled next to him in Shyriiwook, “if you don’t even finish these measly rations.”

“Some of us just have more refined palates.”

“A Wookiee never leaves a plate unfinished.”

“If you’re still hungry help yourself.” He waved a hand at the half-finished plate. “I’ve had all I can stomach.”

Jakarro immediately scooped up the plate and began to shove large forkfuls in his mouth. Theron shook his head, but wasn’t surprised at this point. The large Wookie had a stomach of steel, and the only thing the spy had seen match his appetite was his capacity to put away drinks. He pitied the next person stupid enough to engage the smuggler in a drinking contest.

Meal finished, Theron let his gaze wander the camp and take in everyone gathered here near the mess. Doc was apparently getting to the particularly racy part of his tale if the raucous laughter indicated anything. He thought he spotted Rusk in the crowd, glaring at his crewmate with clear disdain for the improper decorum. Kira had settled in on the other side of Jakarro, and had struck up a conversation with a private about the same time Doc had decided to break the ice. She’d probably heard this story a few times before, if her exasperated eye roll was any indication. A smattering of both Imperial and Republic forces ringed the campfire, but the remaining three members of The Defender’s crew were absent, including its commander.

He pursed his lips, and tried to decide if he should stick around. He probably should have tried to tackle the mountain of paperwork still waiting for him, courtesy of his reinstatement. His eyes crossed at the mere thought of having to fill in the same information on the fifteen different forms just from the SIS alone. He was looking forward to getting back home, but he was pretty sure he was never going to miss the Republic’s endless bureaucracy and mind numbing busywork.

It was a long enough flight back to Coruscant, the forms could wait another day.

“Kira,” Jakarro growled, “your medic friend is far too boastful. He could use some humility.”

“Really?” Theron asked dubiously. “You’re going to tell someone else that?”

“The Mighty Jakarro only speak the truth!“

“Oh, don’t mind him,” Kira snickered, “he’s had a very trying day.”

“I’ve had a long day,” Theron corrected, “and a very loud day.”

“He’s probably just frustrated,” Jakarro said sagely, although those not versed in the Wookie tongue would have just thought the tone was more of a guttural sigh. “He and my little friend have had no time alone together.”

“I don’t need to spend any time alone with Deefour, thank you very much.”

“Theron, I do not believe my master was referring to me,” the droid corrected oh-so-helpfully, “I believe he was talking about Jedi Master—”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Theron cut him off quickly before the droid shouted her name loud enough for the whole camp to hear. Kira burst into laughter, and he speared all three of them with a glare. “Okay, did you guys have a meeting or something about this when I wasn’t looking?”

“Why would we need a meeting?” Jakarro asked. “This is obviously a private matter.”

“Well, thank you, you’re the first to—“

“And as a matter between friends—“

“What is your definition of private?”

“—I know just what’s needed.”

“I really doubt that.”

“Fear not my friend!” Jakarro slung an arm around Theron’s shoulders. “The Mighty Jakarro is a master lover and can help you through this difficult time in your life!”

“Oh no. No, no, no, no!” Theron’s wails of agony were drowned out by Kira’s high-pitched giggles. “My life is fine, just dandy in fact, and for the love of the Force please don’t finish whatever you’re about to say!”

Jakarro, ever the good friend, promptly ignored him. “Now, I know that you are much punier than the Mighty Jakarro, and as such, you won’t be able to match my girth, but you can make up for what you lack in size with stamina!”

Theron could feel his soul trying to leave his body, but unfortunately he stayed tethered to his mortal coil. At the other half of the campfire, the epic tale of Doc and his Rattataki sidekick was still going strong and had the others so enraptured they didn’t notice the spy’s futile attempts to escape his plight. Jakarro still had him trapped in a giant, sweaty Wookie hug, that effectively prevented Theron from digging a hole to the other side of Yavin and avoiding hearing in graphic detail about the more risqué versions of Kashyyyk mating rituals. He’d never known there were so many inventive and lewd uses for trees. Or Kthysh for that matter. And how was that last one Jakarro describing even anatomically possible? And why could Theron not stop picturing it?

“Why are you laughing?” he demanded of Kira. “You’re a Jedi, save me.”

She managed to halt her honking laughter long enough to lay a hand on the Wookiee’s shoulder. “Thank you, Jakarro, that was enlightening. I never knew your people were so… creative.”

“They’re not! I invented half of the techniques I just described,” he clarified, finally releasing Theron so he could cross his arms in triumph.

“Of course,” Kira said.

“Theron,” Deefour chimed in, “I think I see Master Highwind and Lord Scourge over near the guard station. As you're a beginner and there's a lack of sturdy trees around, might I suggest you try The Mighty Jakarro Technique #4, the Motesta Driller—“

“Deefour,” Kira said the droid’s name almost a little too loudly, “you never did finish telling me how Queen Lina of Onderon handled the negotiation of the Duke’s release after he was captured by the saboteurs.”

“Oh, that’s a wonderful story!” Deefour exclaimed.

Jakarro’s eyebrows drew together in an exaggerated expression of pain, and Theron couldn’t help but also flash Kira a look of pure betrayal as well. She returned his look with a significant head tilt to the guard station that had been mentioned. He flicked a quick glance to see the silhouette of Scourge towering over the smaller Jedi Master, and pressed his lips together in a fine line. He gave Kira a quick nod of thanks before he silently slipped away from the campfire.

He wove a slightly circuitous path, taking a few extra moments to reach his quarry. As a whole, not a lot of people were fluent enough in Shyriiwook that anyone listening in had probably even understood half of what Jakarro had said (the lucky bastards), but he decided not to make his destination too obvious just as a matter of precaution. He didn’t really have a set plan in mind of what he was going to do when he got there, like most of his ideas he was more or less just winging it.

“I grow weary with this pointless self-pity you’ve been indulging in,” the Sith growled. “If you continue to wallow in your Jedi failings and tarry here, at this rate the galaxy will be consumed of all life before we even get off this miserable planet.”

“It hasn’t even been twenty-four hours. I think even incorporeal beings have to account for travel time. We can take a moment or two to recover.”

“Or wallow as the case may be.”

“As always, Scourge,” Grey ground out, patience audibly tested, “I will take your warnings under consideration.”

“I wouldn’t,” Theron called out, “then again, I’m just contrary like that.”

“Ah, one of our reasons to tarry.”

“Lord Scourge,” Theron greeted, exuding fake civility.

“Agent Shan,” the Sith returned, tone equally polite but somehow also dripping with menace.

Grey glanced between the two of them, eyebrows raised high. “Well, you two are certainly feeling very formal tonight.”

Scourge ignored her. “What brings you out this evening, Agent?”

“Felt like taking a walk,” Theron tossed back, “seeing as it’s so sweltering here in the jungle.”

“Is that so?”

“Yeah.” He looked over at the Jedi, clearly directing the next statement at her. “I heard there’s a nice breeze on edge of the plateau at night. Figured it might be worth a look, and help to escape some of the smothering heat for a while.”

“That sounds nice,” she said, corners of her mouth quirking up in the hints of a smile. “I wouldn’t mind getting a bit of air — if you’re not opposed to having a little company.”

“Not at all. I might get bored if I go alone,” he quipped, “but I wouldn’t want to interrupt you two.”

Scourge made a sound of disbelief, and Grey shot him a stern look. Her next statement was definitely directed at the Sith. “You can’t interrupt a conversation that was already finished.”

“Oh, well in that case…” Theron motioned the winding path through camp that led up to the large platform he had visited earlier.

“Seeing as you’re busy,” Scourge’s voice dripped with disdain, “I’ll head back to the ship and help the droid finish his preflight check. If we’re having visitors this evening, I suppose we should also pick up any clutter.”

She gazed at him placidly. “There’s no clutter on the ship. Seetoo would have a fit if one thing was out of place.”

“Silly me, how could I forget that irritating metal monstrosity?” Scourge muttered as he began to stalk off.

“I would not let him hear you say that,” she warned, “unless you want bland meals for the rest of the month.”

“I wouldn’t know the difference anyway,” Scourge’s snarl was nearly lost to the distance, “seeing as I can’t taste anything.”

“Oh… right.”

She still had a deep set frown in place as she watched her crew mate stride away, although it was unclear if it was due to the Sith’s comments on the protocol droid or the entire conversation in general. If it had anything to do with what Theron had accidentally overheard up on the platform, he really couldn’t fault her for it. However, it was also clear from her conversation with Scourge that she was not in the mood to discuss what was bothering her.

Perhaps the thing a good friend would do in this instance would be to change the subject, try and take her mind off of things. If their positions were reversed, he would have much preferred distraction to talking. And if the end result was that it chased away that brooding expression and brought back the hints of that sunny smile she’d sometime grace him with, then all the better.

“Cheery fellow,” Theron remarked, pulling her from her thoughts.

“He has a different outlook than most on the world.”

It was possible that mastering the understatement was a common Jedi trait, Theron mused to himself as he led the way down the path towards the platform. “And exactly how do you maintain being such an optimist when exposed to that sunny disposition of his day after day?”

“Optimist?”

“Come on,” he said lightly, “I’ve never met someone so willing to look on the bright side of things as you are.”

“I am just me,” she said with hints of a frown. “I don’t try to see anything but as they are.”

“Of course you don’t,” he shook his head with a wry laugh. “There is no try, huh?”

“Heard that one, have you?”

“Ngani Zho may have mentioned it… a lot.”

She cracked a smile. “Somehow I can see that.”

“Hey,” he said lightly, “some of us were a little more precocious as children.”

She arched a brow. “That statement implies you grew out of it.”

He mock glowered at her, exaggerating the expression so she could tell it was meant as a joke, and the hints of a smile blossomed into a quiet huff of laughter. Theron followed it up by lightly jostling her with his elbow, and the huff turned into a snort.

“Theron Shan! It is not polite to elbow others in the ribs.”

“Hm, I think Master Zho might have mentioned that once or twice too.”

“He sounds like a very wise man. You should listen to him.”

“He was,” Theron corrected gently, and her smile fell a little as she realized the implication. “And I probably should have done a little better job at listening.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.” He shrugged a shoulder lightly. “It’s been a while.”

“Time can heal many things,” she said with a little more understanding than he was prepared for, “but it doesn’t erase it all the hurt.”

“That’s true.” Theron said, scuffing the ground with his boot on the next few steps. “He was a good man. I try to remember that, do what would make him proud. Not sure I always get there.”

“Was he the one that raised you?”

Theron nodded. “I think you two would have gotten along. He wasn’t always the most traditional of Jedi, but he taught me a lot.”

“He did a good job,” she said warmly.

“How do you figure?”

“You helped the Republic from a conspiracy that would have torn it apart,” she said, “regardless of the personal cost. He would have been proud of you for all of this. I’m sure of it.”

He gave her a small smile. “Well, at least one of us is.”

She frowned at that. “You don’t agree?”

“You and I butted heads a lot over the course of all of this,” Theron pointed out, “and I’m pretty sure that were he here, he would have sided with you.”

“We may not see eye to eye on every decision, Theron,” she said softly, “but I don’t doubt that your heart is in the right place.”

“No?”

“Well, you did just save me from at least another ten minutes of lecturing, and I am very grateful for that.”

“I aim to please.”

“I feel like Scourge would not agree with that. He seemed quite displeased with your arrival.”

“Have you ever seen the man happy?” he asked dubiously.

“Not in the way most people are, no,” she said, “but there are reasons. He’s very… focused on his goal.”

“I noticed.”

“And he thinks I’m preoccupied.”

“People need to mind their own business,” Theron spat. “Hopefully you told him to take a walk.”

“I have. Several times. It’s been a recurring subject.”

“Sounds like my day,” Theron muttered.

She frowned. “What do you mean?”

“Never mind,” he said quickly.

“Has Scourge been bothering you?”

“Scourge? No.” Well, at least not today.

“But others have.” She pursed her lips. “About what?”

The many conversations over the course of the day surfaced in his mind. Doc. Satele. Kira. Hell, even Jakarro. The memory of the Wookiee’s vivid, salacious descriptions made Theron wince. “You don’t want to know. Trust me.”

A blond eyebrow arched quizzically. “You make it sound so dramatic.”

“You weren’t there,” he said lightly. “Feel lucky.”

“I would first have to know what you’re talking about to begin with.”

“Let’s just say I know more about Jakarro than I ever wanted to or asked for.”

“Then I will let the subject drop since it’s obviously so painful.” He was pretty sure that was her sarcastic tone.

“Your chivalry is noted.”

“Officially?”

“Unofficially. I decided to leave some of the finer details out of my reports. Professional discretion and all that.”

“I can appreciate the need for some…” she bit her lower lip as if she was trying to hold back a smile, “discretion.”

Theron decided to exercise some at that moment as a rush of heat washed over him. He tucked his hands into his pockets to keep them occupied, and kicked at the weathered pavers at their feet. As they left the main portion of the camp, the thick vegetation thinned as they approached the large landing platform and the crumbling ruins above. The light from the main part of the camp was dim here, and the path was lit with a few lanterns and several glowrods in the weathered torch holders. A few flickers of light from above indicated that the watchtowers posted at the edges of the camp were occupied, but they didn’t do much to illuminate the way.

Grey’s gaze wandered upward, taking in the unobstructed view of the night sky. Wisps of clouds streaked across the darkened sky, illuminated by the twinkling stars just visible around the dark looming red specter of the gas giant of Yavin Prime. The frown lines eased as she traced the visible constellations, and her shoulders relaxed. It almost seemed like a private moment, and Theron felt like he was intruding just by watching, but he couldn’t quite tear his gaze away. Her features looked just a little softer in the starlight, almost ethereal. As he tried to swallow the feeling bubbling up inside of him, she glanced back down at him with the same intensity she had directed to the skies above. Almost as if she were looking at one of her stars that had fallen from its proper place in the night.

It took a extra few moments for his breath to catch back up with him.

“They’re different on every planet, yet somehow still part of the same whole,” she said quietly.

He had to swallow a few times before he found his voice. “Is that so?”

“No matter where we go, they continue to watch us in their ever-changing patterns,” she added, still looking at him with that same starstruck expression. “They’re a bit like the Force in that way. You can use their light to guide you through the night. Or through the black of space.”

“I don’t usually slow down enough to stop and look,” Theron whispered.

“If you have time, you should try, Let the moment breathe into you.” Her face lit up in a bright smile. “It can be very grounding.”

“Says the woman who lives on a spaceship.”

“That’s why I stop to look.”

A few guards were stationed near the landing platform, even though no shuttles were running at this point. They wandered on the edges of the path, and carefully picked their ways up the dark steps leading to the overlook that Theron had found earlier. His eyes had adjusted to the lack of light, but he still had to be careful of the pits and cracks so he didn’t fall and embarrass himself.

The fabled breeze greeted them up on the platform, gently teasing its fingers through the Jedi’s ponytail. He resisted his urge to run his own hands through it, and continued to guide the way around the massive stone archway, until their view was nothing but the jungle and temple dotted junglescape below. The bright flickers of flame identified the locations of the Massasai villages, but the temples were dark, only illuminated by the stars and reflected light from the gas giant above.

The wind was a little stronger here, almost enough to break the oppressive swelter of the night. He heaved in a deep breath, and slowly let it out. It almost felt like the first real breath he had taken in a long time.

It was strange. He never had really wanted to make any one moment stretch out, but right now he felt the need to try and etch everything into memory. He didn’t want to forget the coolness of the breeze caressing his face, the twilit landscape stretching below, or the warm presence fitting comfortably at his side.

Theron didn’t know when she had gotten that close, how his arm had draped itself across her shoulders without him consciously thinking about it, or at what point her fingers had reached up to intertwine with those curling around her shoulder. Just as he started to look down to comment, he felt her other hand gently cup his chin and guide it upwards to the night sky.

The soft hair of her ponytail tickled his neck as she leaned into him, her head resting right over his heart. He felt a deep twinge in his chest, like a vibroblade being plunged past his ribcage and straight into the deepest part of him. Her weight pressed into him as he inhaled, and something hard and brittle inside of him broke.

He could have said something, but he was enjoying hearing the distant chirps of the nocturnal Ginx. He could have moved, but then he’d have to untangle the fingers barely holding on to his. He could have glanced around to see if there were any observers, but that would mean he would have to look away from the stars.

So instead of doing anything, he just leaned in further, and let the moment breathe into him.

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