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[fusionsprunt]

Rigell's Android Annihilator

[lulublack90]

Prompt 12 - Jealous

@jegulus-microfic November 12, Word count 746

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James jumped out of his car before any of the others could even unbuckle their seatbelts and opened Regulus’s door for him. Regulus looked up at him a bit bewildered, but took his hand anyway and let James guide him out of the car. 

“How come you never do that for me?” Remus pouted as he walked around the car to where Sirius stood waiting.

“Because of what I let you do to me this morning,” Sirius quipped, raising his brow, daring Remus to keep going as he would definitely describe every moment in minute detail. He’d done it before and would feel no shame in recounting their exploits in front of his brother. Remus smartly kept his mouth shut, and they headed into the gallery silently. 

James was surprised how many people were milling around the exhibits and just how large the art show actually was. There were so many artists showcasing their work. 

“Where’s yours?” He asked Regulus as they followed the crowd to the first display. 

“Back right,” Regulus told him, pointing in the right direction. James started to walk that way, but Regulus tugged his hand to stop him. “No, we have to look at everybody’s. We can’t just go straight to mine,” Regulus muttered quickly. 

“Why not?” James questioned. “I want to see yours,” Regulus’s cheeks turned pink as he ducked his head. 

“I need a few minutes to prepare myself for going over there,” Regulus admitted, clearly nervous about how James would react.

“Let’s go look at some art then,” James said, kissing the back of Regulus’s hand and following after Sirius and Remus. “Thank you for telling me what you needed, love. You can always do that, and I’ll respect it every time,” He didn’t need to look down to know how deep the red was that coloured Regulus’s cheeks now, he could quite happily picture it in his head.

They caught up with Sirius and Remus, the former having a heated discussion with Remus in front of the artist about his piece. 

“I just don’t get it,” Sirius was saying. “I mean, it’s just a tennis ball,” Remus sighed. 

“It’s modern art; the tennis ball represents the way that commercialism has changed the way sports are viewed,”

“It represents a game of fetch,” Sirius retorted, much to the artist's ire. Remus hurriedly moved Sirius along to a painting of a park. “See, Remus, there’s a dog playing fetch with a tennis ball,” He said loudly as they took in the work. 

“I changed my mind,” Regulus said quietly into James’s ear. “I can not follow him around here, let's just go see my stuff,” James beamed down at him. 

“Lead the way, love,” 

Regulus led them all the way to the back of the hall and stopped in front of ‘Burk with a Nana’. “Wait!” James exclaimed. “They let you display it with that name?!” Regulus shrugged. 

“Art,” He said simply, as a means of explanation. “As long as it isn’t too sweary, they don’t mind.” 

James moved with Regulus, looking at each piece. Regulus seemed to lean towards painting, but there were charcoal sketches, clay sculptures and a cat made from intricately twisted gold-coloured wire. James was in awe of Regulus and was about to say so when he spotted him chatting with a tall, dirty-blonde-haired man. He felt suddenly quite jealous, an emotion he wasn’t used to feeling at the easy way they were conversing and the smile on Regulus’s face. He strode over there, putting a possessive arm around Regulus and waited to be introduced. 

“James, this is Evan. Our parents know each other. Evan, this is James, my, er, my…”

“Boyfriend,” James provided helpfully. To be fair to Regulus, they hadn’t discussed labels, but, by the pleased look on Regulus’s face, he quite liked this one. Evan’s eyebrows shot up his face in surprise. 

“Oh, wow,” He said. “Erm, wow, Regulus, that’s so good,” His face softened. “I’m so happy for you. I’m here with my boyfriend, actually. I think you know him. Oh, look, here he is now. Darling, look who it is,” A slim-built man in an expensive-looking suit strode over to their little group, his dark brown hair slicked back expertly, showing off the sparking diamond earring, glinting off the light as he neared them. James felt Regulus still at his side. 

“Barty,” Regulus breathed out when the man stopped before them, looking shocked at who Evan was talking to. 

“Reggie?” 

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[sweatyraccoonintrashcan]

Not only do I beat up NPCs and drive around in classic cars in gmod, but I also make ragdoll's of my favorite characters kiss :)

[varpusvaras]

Colonel Tashar looks at the Queen with hard eyes.

She doesn't seem bothered even in the slightest. She just sits there, calmly looking back at Tashar, with her hands neatly folded on her lap.

"We have apprehended the servants you used to hide the girl", Tashar says. He is confident in his words. He had served in the Republic intelligency for years before the end of the war, and had lead many investigations and interrogations. He is a skilled negotiator, able to get people to say what he wants.

The Queen does not react to his words.

"The girl is in our custody at the moment", Tashar continues. "Supervised visitations could be arranged, if it is agreed that she could keep her status as the Princess."

An opening for cooperation. No direct promises, but ones that sound good enough for someone desperate.

The Queen appears to be thinking for a moment.

"What would achieving those require from me?" She asks.

She is smart. Not so easily duped into blindly accepting everything instantly.

Tashar leans forward a bit. He softens his expression ever so slightly by loosening his jaw and letting his brow relax. He is making himself seem more like he is on her side.

"I understand that many things changed fast", he says. "And during those times, you thought that you were doing the right thing. I know we all want the same thing, a strong, unified Galaxy, that is safe for us and our families. The Empire will keep Alderaan safe, and we can do that better, if we can ensure that anyone who opposes it is dealt with sooner than later."

The Queen nods slowly.

"I see", she says. "Is there something you want to know?"

An open question. Not too specific. She has not yet put herself into a corner with no way out of there.

"Who brought the girl to you?" Tashar asks.

"My husband", the Queen says. "I do not have the specifics on what happened beforehand, as I was back home on Alderaan. We had wanted a child for so long, and I thought that we were doing what was the best for her by raising her."

"Of course", Tashar nods along. "Now, we do know that there were others present when your husband acquired the girl. Any information on their location would be greatly appreciated."

The Queen looks Tashar directly into the eyes.

"I do not know anything about any of that", she says. "I cannot help you, Colonel."

Tashar leans a bit closer.

"Your Majesty, please", he says. "I cannot guarantee that you will be able to see the girl again, if you do not cooperate with me. I'm sure we could even arrange for the servants to be returned to your service, if you have any information to give. Right now, they will be facing sentencing for treason against the Empire."

"I already told you, Colonel Tashar", the Queen says. "I do not know anything about that. I cannot help you."

Tashar leans back. He sighs deeply.

"I understand", he says. "Then I'm sorry, Your Majesty, but the girl cannot be returned to you. Instead, she will be directly introducted to the Imperial Academy."

The Queen does not react to that. She just looks wordlessly at Tashar, who stands up, and leaves the room.

Vader looks at the Queen for a long while as she sits there. She keeps her head high, even when she is left alone. She is most likely aware of the cameras in the room, monitoring her, even if she cannot see their exact locations.

She does not look afraid.

That is the one thing that tells Vader enough.

"My Lord", Admiral Jovan says to him, quietly. "Do you think she knew we were lying?"

"Of course she knows", Vader says. "She is not concerned in the slightest about the child she has been raising as her own daughter for a year now. She knows the implications of her being raised by the Empire. She knows that means that she would be used by the Emperor."

"How did she know?" Jovan asks.

"Colonel Tashar made a mistake", Vader says. "Right with his first words. There are no servants."

"Of course there are not", Jovan says. "But-"

"There are no servants", Vader repeats. "The girl was accompanied by someone else. The Queen knows we haven't found them yet."

"Ah", Jovan bows his head. "Of course. But who, then, My Lord? All the family members on both of their sides are accounted for, same as their closest friends, as well as their advisors and bodyguards. They wouldn't have given the child to just anyone."

"No", Vader says. "They wouldn't. It is someone they trust greatly."

"Do you have any clues, yet?" Jovan asks.

"Not yet", Vader says. He turns away from the monitor, still showing the Queen. She is still unmoving and unafraid. She is not going to give anything more to him. "I'll be heading down to the cell level myself. I'm going to conduct the next interrogation myself."

"Yes, My Lord", Jovan nods. "Do you want us to move her to another room for your interrogation?"

"You can move her back to her cell", Vader says. He heads to the door, leaving Jovan to the monitors. "I'll be meeting with Senator Organa."

He steps out, not bothering to wait for Jovan to answer, and heads down towards the prison.

He would first deal with Senator Organa, and after that, with Colonel Tashar. He was not going to tolerate any more mistakes.

Not with this.

[il-predestinato]

Charles Leclerc taking a ice bath 🛁🥶 before FP3 at the 2023 Saudi Arabian Grand Prix. 🎥: Scuderia Ferrari

[hotcocoaceo]

pray tell. which one of you MOTHERFUCKERS. ate the last of my marshmallow fluff.?

if you tell me now before I manage to find your sorry ass, I may kill you less than twenty times.

Because I fucking KNOW I left enough for one more cup of cocoa before our next stop. And it is now gone.

You cannot hide from me.

Im in the vents.

I have access to the security cameras(thanks, Michael <3)

And milleniums of patience.

Whoever you are, you better start fucking running because I AM. COMING. FOR. YOU.

That fluff... was the last thing holding me to sanity.

Prepare to face my wrath.

There is nowhere safe.

You cannot hide.

[haemosexuality]

what im really enjoying about dungeon meshi is that at no point the progression felt unnatural. the stakes are so much higher than when they started and so is the general tone of the story but i was never like, "woah, thats a really big jump". everything made complete sense as the natural next step

[whumpbby]

I have a cute AU idea where Jin Ling and Lan Sizhui met as kids on some sort of a clan-mixing party. They were both little and stressed, and there weren’t many kids around – and the ones that were there were asshole teenagers.

Jin Ling is barely 3 and Lan Sizhui is a small five-yearold. Lan Sizhui got lost in the serpentine corridors of the Jin mansion and Jin Ling was hiding from his awful cousins.

The cousins happened upon Sizhui and started to bully him, but then Jin Ling appeared in all of his angry glory, kicked Jin Chan in the knee, grabbed Lan Sizhui by the hand and they ran away. Jin Ling showed the other kid his hiding spots and they struck fast friendship. By the time the party was over, they were best friends and secretly impressed with one another (Sizhui thought A-Ling is adorable and very brave, and Jin Ling though that A-Yuan is very pretty and knows everything). Having to go back to their respective carers was a sad affair and both boys promised to meet in the future.

The only issue is that each of them left thinking that the other one is a girl.

[pixeldolly]

M: "Hi-chan, that's hilarious! I wish I could've seen it!"

H: "And then, she sort of flailed her arms like a windmill and landed in the water with a big splash!"

M: "See, this is why there's no way I'm getting on a surfboard! I just don't have the balance for it."

H: "It kind of looks like fun, but...yeah, me neither."

M: "By the way, I meant to ask...will you team up with me for the history project? Pretty please?"

H: "I thought you'd already teamed up with Kokei-san."

M: *sigh* "Ryuji-kun decided he wanted to do the project solo."

H: "More like not do it at all. Meanwhile, I was your fallback option in case he bailed, huh?"

M: "Hina-chan, you are never that!"

L: "Hello. Yes, this is Lin. How are you, Yoshiku-san?"

[itmustbeheaven]

David Byrne by Chris Nofzinger

[roamwithahungryheart]

Thoughts are being thunk 👀

[teedeekay]

Today in 1992, my favorite solo album by David Byrne was released. Its cover is by the great Brian Dewan.

I have a vivid memory of opening my mailbox in '92 and seeing the Columbia House Record Club CD mailer. Realizing that I never mailed back the "I don't want the selection of the month" postcard, I exclaimed "uh oh!"

Then I opened it.. 🤯

[a-way-we-go]

[writergirl2011]

From the upcoming chapter of I'd work you all night long:

“Good morning, Brienne Tarth’s office, this is Jaime speaking.  How may I assist you?” Jaime answered.

“Jaime…” It was Satin, and he sounded angry.  “There’s someone here to see you.”

He frowned.  There were only two people outside the company who knew he was here.  Neither of them would’ve bothered to have security call him to announce their arrival—they’d have just come up.  “Who is it?”

“She said she’s your fiancée.”

[megahorous]

PaRappa and Sunny moments !