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MY HEART!!!

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Hey again!

Oh my god you have no idea just how happy you've made me!!! Thank you so much!

We will find out more about our dear Hel's past soon enough and I really hope it's gonna be a BIG surprise when it finally revieled where she came from.

About the tension between her and our favourite Sergeant... Well wejust have to wait, aren't we?

Oh she is soooo going to kick their ass when she finds them and will tell them "I FRIKKIN' TOLD YOU SO" especially to Hunter and Tech. So much for their 100% success rate, little di'kuts...

Your re-blogs and feedbacks mean so much to me, you're really encourage me keep going and continue writing. So really, thank you so much, I really appreciate it!

I feel better, I think I finally left that virus or whatever it was behind. A little runny nose stayed but I can deal with it.

Too Much Love Will Kill You Vol.1 Chapter 4

Summary: The Batch dives into another mission, but not everything goes as smoothly as planned.

Warnings: violence, cursing, mention of firearm and knives, mention of death

word count: 2208

Author's note: I'm sick but at the part where I don't sleep all day sooooo I finished it!!! I hope the "constant" POV change wasn't annoying.

MASTERLIST

Even as a little girl I was terrible at pretending to be asleep – Dad never missed an opportunity to rub it in my face - and that hasn’t changed since. I laid with my back to them, facing the durasteel wall in Hunter’s bunk and I was almost certain they knew I wasn’t asleep. But to my surprise, none of them mentioned it, not even Crosshair. I listened to them going over the plan, but I couldn’t understand much of it, it was like they were talking in code. Plan 32, then plan 46 and then plan 73. I wasn’t sure if this is how action plans are usually discussed, or if it was just because I was there and could hear them.

We have exited hyperspace at least an hour ago but we were still far from Celanon. Tech said it was safer to leave hyperspace further from the planet in case if there were any separatist ships around. My side started to hurt, and I hated the feeling as if I was a little girl all over again hiding between cargos in the dark belly of the pirate ship. “You don’t have to be scared anymore if you make people be scared of you, Little One.” I hated when people saw me weak and Crosshair… He pushed all the right buttons, and it only took him seconds to make my mask fall, almost disappear. I haven’t reacted that way to any teasing and pushing for years now and the sniper just had to say a couple of words and it was all gone. Years of training and acting dust in the wind…

“You know” I started as I sat up on the bunk and stretched out. “you guys would wake the dead.” None of them said anything they just looked at each other then back at me and I just rolled my eyes. “So, what now?” I asked with my hands on my hips, and I barely grimaced as pain ripped through my side.

“We get in, get the data we need and get out! Easy!” said Wrecker louder than would have been pleasing to my ears.

“Sounds like you have simplified it quite a bit.” I said with a raised brow. “Which continent? Cekbar? Arradi? Holvi? Jelldar? Runnor? Desetur? And Nalronis are not so hospitable, especially now that they are part of the sepies.”

“Good thing we are not going there to make friends.” came from Crosshair who was leaning against the wall, playing with a toothpick.

“Because you are the friendly type, right?” I asked with a sardonic smile.

“You know where to go Beroya.”

“Charming.” I said with another eyeroll. “Do you even know what you are walking into?”

“A base?” asked Hunter with raised eyebrows, one of them barely visible from his tattoo.

“You kidding me, right? Tech please, I’m literally begging you, tell me you guys are just pulling my leg.”

“The order we got was to infiltrate the base, retrieve the necessary data that could tell us what the separatists' next move might be.” He said it with such ease like it was the galaxy’s most natural thing, as if there were no more unknowns in the equation than acceptable.

“Could tell you what the separatist next move might be? No intel on how many Nalronis or droids are there? Or possible traps or anything?” I asked question after question. It wasn’t possible they didn’t understand how wrong it was. The GAR wanted them to go in basically blind, with no idea of what was in store for them in that base.

“Well… no.” Tech answered a bit uncomfortable. “But that wouldn’t be the first time.”

“And is that supposed to make me feel better?” I asked with a shocked chuckle. “And let me guess, I’m staying put here, right?”

“Affirmative.” I shot Crosshair a death stare, but he just smirked at me.

“You brought me here, while I was unconscious, got my clothes and hid my weapons…”

“We…” Hunter started but I waved him off.

“I’m not done yet.” I barely raised my voice, but it was effective, all four of them even Crosshair looked a little shocked, but I couldn’t care less. “You got me to the outskirt of the Outer Rim, to separatist territory and now you want to lock me into the ship while you play hero of the Republic?”

“We…” Wrecker cleared his throat. “We are not planning on… locking the ship… on you…” Poor man was looking anywhere but me, his brown eyes never meeting mine.

“Well, that's really reassuring.” I said sarcastically. “So, I wait here like what a good little girl, dangling my legs and waiting or even praying the force for your return?”

“Sarge?” So, he is a Sergeant, made sense.

“You take the ship.” I looked at Hunter with wide eyes and I thought I didn’t hear it right.

“I beg your pardon?”

“If anything goes sideways, we will give you a signal and you take the Marauder back to Coruscant.” I looked at him for a long moment waiting for him to say it all was just a very bad joke, but he didn’t.

“You have got to be kidding me!” I looked over all four of them. “So, while you are all gone, I sit here, doing what? Playing Sabacc with the gonk droid and if something goes sideways you just expect me to leave you all here, taking the ship to safety?”

“You pretty much summed it up.” Answered Crosshair cleaning his rifle, not even looking at me.

“You are mad.” I said with a forced laugh. “You are all beyond, kriffing mad.” I said but they didn’t seem to be moved by my words.

The next twenty minutes went by in utter silence as they started to gear up, exchanging glances between on another but not saying a word. It was like they were communicating only with looks, not saying a single word but understanding each other perfectly. I only saw it once before, when I was working with a bounty hunter pair, who happened to be twins. It was like, they had some sort of telepathic power, but only with each other. And if anyone came close to being twins, then the clones did. They were really one, I could never imagine how it must feel to lose one of their own, and the next thing I knew I was silently praying that these boys would never experience such pain and loss.

But this mission…

"It's madness. You're going to be captured or worse." I exclaimed looking at them one by one.

"We have a hundred percent success rate." came from Tech who didn't look up from his data pad. "Your concern, while noted and highly appreciated, is unnecessary."

"A hundred percent success rate doesn't mean you are indestructible." I said but they kept getting ready like they didn't even hear what I've just said. "This is a suicide mission." I grabbed Hunter's arm looking into those brown eyes. He looked down where my hand was holding his arm then back at me with an unreadable expression, but it only lasted for a couple of seconds, then the Sergeant, with his calculated, hard, soldier look was back.

"Not our first one." that's all he said before getting his blaster and vibro blade. He was about to put on his helmet and lead the others out when he turned back to me. “Just follow the plan.”

“You may be a sergeant, but you are not my boss.” I looked him dead in the eye. Our little staring contest lasted for a few moments, then without another word he put on his helmet and left with the others. “They are going to get themselves killed.” I sighted sitting down on one of the bunks, hissing at the pain at my side.

Gonk. Gonk. – the gonk droid appeared by my side and looked as concerned as a droid can look without any expressions.

“Yeah buddy, I have a bad feeling about this too.” I said laying back with another sigh and did what they told me to. I waited.

3rd person POV

Getting in was easy. Maybe too easy, but Hunter didn’t want to think about it. Deep down something told him that Hel was right, and something will go wrong, but he brushed it off. He trusted his squad, his brothers, he knew they could pull it off. They go in, get what they needed, and they’d be back at Coruscant before they knew it.

Tech opened door after door, disabled the cameras, while Hunter and Wrecker followed him, and Crosshair fell behind to cover them. It was a textbook case of a simple intrusion so far. Something they did before hundreds of times, still he couldn’t shake off the feeling that something wasn’t right. It was too easy. They’ve only met a couple of droids and three Nalronis so far. If the information they kept here was as precious as the Republic thought there should have been more, much more of them protecting it.

“Sarge?” Wrecker looked back at him and even though he couldn’t see his brother’s face under the helmet he knew he had a concerned expression, like he felt Hunter’s discomfort.

“Everything is alright Wrecker.” He assured his younger brother, giving him a quick nod. “Let’s get this over with. Crosshair, catch up with us, will you? Crosshair?” There was no answer only static noise. “Tech where is he?”

“His signal is… gone.” He looked back at Hunter, his eyes full of concern behind his goggles.

“What do you mean gone?” Asked Hunter way louder than he was supposed to.

“Gone, like you’ll all be soon.” Came an unfamiliar voice, the scariest thing about it was, that Hunter couldn’t tell where exactly it came from. It was everywhere.

“Tech?” Hunter didn’t look at his little brother, he was way too busy getting ready for an ambush from every direction.

 “I don’t…” know. Tech didn’t finish the sentence, but he didn’t have to, Hunter knew what he wanted to say, and it made his blood run cold. Tech always had all the answers and always knew what they needed to do to get out of the most hopeless situations, but now he was uncertain. Worse than that, they couldn't even be sure whether Crosshair was alive or not. As is Tech was reading his thoughts, he calmy spoke to him over their channel so the enemy couldn’t hear them. “He is alive, I can read his vital signs, he is most likely unconscious, but alive. I just can’t find him.” He added in an almost angry tone, something Hunter and Wrecker didn’t hear many times. Annoyed yes, most of the time, but angry, Tech wasn’t the type who got angry.

He is alive. Hunter tried to calm himself and he heard Wrecker let out a sigh of relief. Before he could think which, plan would be the best to get them out of this situation, every single door around them opened and they were surrounded by droids and a dozen of Nalronis. One of them, whose attire suggested that he held a higher rank, held Crosshair’s Firepuncher in his right hand. Even if they could – and from experience they could have – fought off the droids and the Nalronis there were no guarantees that they could find Crosshair in time before they got raided again, and there was no way in the whole wide Galaxy that they’d leave him behind.

“Tech” he looked back over his shoulder. “give her the signal.” And with no questions asked, he did.

Hel’s POV

I didn’t even realise I dosed off, but I woke up in cold sweat, gasping for air, my whole-body trembling.

“Something is wrong.” I whispered to myself as I tried to catch my breath.

Gonk, gonk – I swear this droid appears out of nowhere, but I didn’t scold it, just put my hand on top of it.

“I don’t know.” I shook my head, looking down at my shaking hands trying to calm myself. The only thing I could think about was that I was right, and they got into trouble. Why do you care? – I asked myself. - You knew them like five minutes. Dad would be so disappointed for not stealing their ship already and making some money out of it. “But I’m not the kind to left anyone behind.” I sighed burying my face into my hands.

Bip. Bip. Bip.

The Gonk droid let out a scared noise and I knew what it meant. I stood up and walked to the cockpit turning down the signal. They told me to leave. Get the ship and take it back to Coruscant, not looking back. I let out a frustrated growl and walked back to the bunks turning everything upside down. It took almost twenty minutes to finally find all my clothes and weapons, and another five to get ready but everything was in place. Even thought my clothes were still bloody and my side was killing.

“If those boys are still alive, this will be the I told you so of my life.” I mumbled under my breath sliding my vibroblade into place.

A/N: I know I wrote "Wrecker's brown EYES" I did it on purpuse because it's all happening before his accident where he gets his scar and losing his eye.

Tags: @techs-stitches, @lokigirlszendaya, @savebytheodoresnonjosestuff

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Once I'm done writing vol.1 I'm going to print the whole thing out. I already have to document that has all the characters I wrote so far.

This is the "cover"

(Behold my very Hungarian Microsoft word)

I was so happy I could write the title in Aurebesh too!!!

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Once I'm done writing vol.1 I'm going to print the whole thing out. I already have to document that has all the characters I wrote so far.

This is the "cover"

(Behold my very Hungarian Microsoft word)

I was so happy I could write the title in Aurebesh too!!!

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THIS MADE ME TEAR UP 😭😭😭

AAAAAAA, HER PALM IS SO SMALL THAT HE HOLDS IT WITH HIS FINGERS. AAAAAAAAAAA

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Oh my god! Thank you so much, you have no idea how much this means to me 🥹🥹💞💞 Thank you! 🥰🥰

Aaaaand 🧑‍🎤🧑‍🎤🧑‍🎤

Fandom Friday, 1/17: Fanfiction!

Hello again, everyone…and welcome to another installment of Fandom Friday, the somewhat regular series where I go off to find new and interesting fanworks that might need a bit more visibility.

Before we get started today, I hope that I can lead with this short, but sweet, announcement:

Yes, I have to say that I'm posting later than I normally do, but I think I have a few good reasons for this--the winter season wears on me a bit harsher than all the others, so I haven't been able to focus as well as I would like to.

I also had to deal with a snowstorm rush last week and I only just now gained all my lost energy back, so I hope all of that is a fitting explanation for why I haven't been running at my normal speed lately.

And third...

...Anyways.

Before I get too distracted, lost, or hauled off for Imperial interrogation...here, now, are my picks of the week.

THE CLONE WARS

The Clone Wars Fanfiction--By @graylinesspam:

The Clone Wars Fanfiction--By @tealmisthams:

THE BAD BATCH

The Bad Batch Fanfiction--By @leapingbadger:

The Bad Batch Fanfiction--By @totally-not-your-babe:

THE MANDALORIAN

The Mandalorian Fanfiction--By @maybege:

SKELETON CREW

Skeleton Crew Fanfiction--By @jedisandspacepirates:

THE SEQUELS

The Sequels Fanfiction--By @the-sparkling--diamond

In conclusion, as part of my mission to poke around the Star Wars fandom and highlight those writers who might otherwise go unnoticed…I hope you will check out the links I have included for yourselves and like, comment on, and reblog them, as well as also giving the writers a few more followers to their Tumblr pages.

Please also like and reblog this latest installment so that these links can be spread around to as many other fans as possible, just in case not all of them can tune in at the same time.

An additional thank you goes to @djarrex for making the divider I used earlier in this post, but still want to give credit for.

If anybody likes what they see here AND would enjoy seeing more posts like this; please drop the rock star emoji (👩‍🎤) into the comments or reblogs, and I'll be sure to tag you when the next update comes.

And finally, so that I do not forget…thank you to my friends, thank you to this fandom, and above all else, please stay safe out there.

No Pressure Tags: @melymigo @algo-o-nada @the-osborn-way @everybirdfellsilent @skellymom

@leos-multifandom-corner @maggie-dylan @leenathegreengirl @gun-roswell @tazmbc1

@bluedeedeedoop @its-time-to-rise-above @tlmtwelve @snoowply @apocalyp-tech-a and anybody else who might be on the lookout for new SW fanfiction.

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This book is everything 🥹🥹💞💞

I love it sooooo much!!!

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THIS IS THE CUTEST!!!!!!!

free wrecker hugs

wrecker hugs for some midweek motivation <3 (i sure need one)

feel free to save and use it!

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Too Much Love Will Kill You Vol.1 Chapter 4

Summary: The Batch dives into another mission, but not everything goes as smoothly as planned.

Warnings: violence, cursing, mention of firearm and knives, mention of death

word count: 2208

Author's note: I'm sick but at the part where I don't sleep all day sooooo I finished it!!! I hope the "constant" POV change wasn't annoying.

MASTERLIST

Even as a little girl I was terrible at pretending to be asleep – Dad never missed an opportunity to rub it in my face - and that hasn’t changed since. I laid with my back to them, facing the durasteel wall in Hunter’s bunk and I was almost certain they knew I wasn’t asleep. But to my surprise, none of them mentioned it, not even Crosshair. I listened to them going over the plan, but I couldn’t understand much of it, it was like they were talking in code. Plan 32, then plan 46 and then plan 73. I wasn’t sure if this is how action plans are usually discussed, or if it was just because I was there and could hear them.

We have exited hyperspace at least an hour ago but we were still far from Celanon. Tech said it was safer to leave hyperspace further from the planet in case if there were any separatist ships around. My side started to hurt, and I hated the feeling as if I was a little girl all over again hiding between cargos in the dark belly of the pirate ship. “You don’t have to be scared anymore if you make people be scared of you, Little One.” I hated when people saw me weak and Crosshair… He pushed all the right buttons, and it only took him seconds to make my mask fall, almost disappear. I haven’t reacted that way to any teasing and pushing for years now and the sniper just had to say a couple of words and it was all gone. Years of training and acting dust in the wind…

“You know” I started as I sat up on the bunk and stretched out. “you guys would wake the dead.” None of them said anything they just looked at each other then back at me and I just rolled my eyes. “So, what now?” I asked with my hands on my hips, and I barely grimaced as pain ripped through my side.

“We get in, get the data we need and get out! Easy!” said Wrecker louder than would have been pleasing to my ears.

“Sounds like you have simplified it quite a bit.” I said with a raised brow. “Which continent? Cekbar? Arradi? Holvi? Jelldar? Runnor? Desetur? And Nalronis are not so hospitable, especially now that they are part of the sepies.”

“Good thing we are not going there to make friends.” came from Crosshair who was leaning against the wall, playing with a toothpick.

“Because you are the friendly type, right?” I asked with a sardonic smile.

“You know where to go Beroya.”

“Charming.” I said with another eyeroll. “Do you even know what you are walking into?”

“A base?” asked Hunter with raised eyebrows, one of them barely visible from his tattoo.

“You kidding me, right? Tech please, I’m literally begging you, tell me you guys are just pulling my leg.”

“The order we got was to infiltrate the base, retrieve the necessary data that could tell us what the separatists' next move might be.” He said it with such ease like it was the galaxy’s most natural thing, as if there were no more unknowns in the equation than acceptable.

“Could tell you what the separatist next move might be? No intel on how many Nalronis or droids are there? Or possible traps or anything?” I asked question after question. It wasn’t possible they didn’t understand how wrong it was. The GAR wanted them to go in basically blind, with no idea of what was in store for them in that base.

“Well… no.” Tech answered a bit uncomfortable. “But that wouldn’t be the first time.”

“And is that supposed to make me feel better?” I asked with a shocked chuckle. “And let me guess, I’m staying put here, right?”

“Affirmative.” I shot Crosshair a death stare, but he just smirked at me.

“You brought me here, while I was unconscious, got my clothes and hid my weapons…”

“We…” Hunter started but I waved him off.

“I’m not done yet.” I barely raised my voice, but it was effective, all four of them even Crosshair looked a little shocked, but I couldn’t care less. “You got me to the outskirt of the Outer Rim, to separatist territory and now you want to lock me into the ship while you play hero of the Republic?”

“We…” Wrecker cleared his throat. “We are not planning on… locking the ship… on you…” Poor man was looking anywhere but me, his brown eyes never meeting mine.

“Well, that's really reassuring.” I said sarcastically. “So, I wait here like what a good little girl, dangling my legs and waiting or even praying the force for your return?”

“Sarge?” So, he is a Sergeant, made sense.

“You take the ship.” I looked at Hunter with wide eyes and I thought I didn’t hear it right.

“I beg your pardon?”

“If anything goes sideways, we will give you a signal and you take the Marauder back to Coruscant.” I looked at him for a long moment waiting for him to say it all was just a very bad joke, but he didn’t.

“You have got to be kidding me!” I looked over all four of them. “So, while you are all gone, I sit here, doing what? Playing Sabacc with the gonk droid and if something goes sideways you just expect me to leave you all here, taking the ship to safety?”

“You pretty much summed it up.” Answered Crosshair cleaning his rifle, not even looking at me.

“You are mad.” I said with a forced laugh. “You are all beyond, kriffing mad.” I said but they didn’t seem to be moved by my words.

The next twenty minutes went by in utter silence as they started to gear up, exchanging glances between on another but not saying a word. It was like they were communicating only with looks, not saying a single word but understanding each other perfectly. I only saw it once before, when I was working with a bounty hunter pair, who happened to be twins. It was like, they had some sort of telepathic power, but only with each other. And if anyone came close to being twins, then the clones did. They were really one, I could never imagine how it must feel to lose one of their own, and the next thing I knew I was silently praying that these boys would never experience such pain and loss.

But this mission…

"It's madness. You're going to be captured or worse." I exclaimed looking at them one by one.

"We have a hundred percent success rate." came from Tech who didn't look up from his data pad. "Your concern, while noted and highly appreciated, is unnecessary."

"A hundred percent success rate doesn't mean you are indestructible." I said but they kept getting ready like they didn't even hear what I've just said. "This is a suicide mission." I grabbed Hunter's arm looking into those brown eyes. He looked down where my hand was holding his arm then back at me with an unreadable expression, but it only lasted for a couple of seconds, then the Sergeant, with his calculated, hard, soldier look was back.

"Not our first one." that's all he said before getting his blaster and vibro blade. He was about to put on his helmet and lead the others out when he turned back to me. “Just follow the plan.”

“You may be a sergeant, but you are not my boss.” I looked him dead in the eye. Our little staring contest lasted for a few moments, then without another word he put on his helmet and left with the others. “They are going to get themselves killed.” I sighted sitting down on one of the bunks, hissing at the pain at my side.

Gonk. Gonk. – the gonk droid appeared by my side and looked as concerned as a droid can look without any expressions.

“Yeah buddy, I have a bad feeling about this too.” I said laying back with another sigh and did what they told me to. I waited.

3rd person POV

Getting in was easy. Maybe too easy, but Hunter didn’t want to think about it. Deep down something told him that Hel was right, and something will go wrong, but he brushed it off. He trusted his squad, his brothers, he knew they could pull it off. They go in, get what they needed, and they’d be back at Coruscant before they knew it.

Tech opened door after door, disabled the cameras, while Hunter and Wrecker followed him, and Crosshair fell behind to cover them. It was a textbook case of a simple intrusion so far. Something they did before hundreds of times, still he couldn’t shake off the feeling that something wasn’t right. It was too easy. They’ve only met a couple of droids and three Nalronis so far. If the information they kept here was as precious as the Republic thought there should have been more, much more of them protecting it.

“Sarge?” Wrecker looked back at him and even though he couldn’t see his brother’s face under the helmet he knew he had a concerned expression, like he felt Hunter’s discomfort.

“Everything is alright Wrecker.” He assured his younger brother, giving him a quick nod. “Let’s get this over with. Crosshair, catch up with us, will you? Crosshair?” There was no answer only static noise. “Tech where is he?”

“His signal is… gone.” He looked back at Hunter, his eyes full of concern behind his goggles.

“What do you mean gone?” Asked Hunter way louder than he was supposed to.

“Gone, like you’ll all be soon.” Came an unfamiliar voice, the scariest thing about it was, that Hunter couldn’t tell where exactly it came from. It was everywhere.

“Tech?” Hunter didn’t look at his little brother, he was way too busy getting ready for an ambush from every direction.

 “I don’t…” know. Tech didn’t finish the sentence, but he didn’t have to, Hunter knew what he wanted to say, and it made his blood run cold. Tech always had all the answers and always knew what they needed to do to get out of the most hopeless situations, but now he was uncertain. Worse than that, they couldn't even be sure whether Crosshair was alive or not. As is Tech was reading his thoughts, he calmy spoke to him over their channel so the enemy couldn’t hear them. “He is alive, I can read his vital signs, he is most likely unconscious, but alive. I just can’t find him.” He added in an almost angry tone, something Hunter and Wrecker didn’t hear many times. Annoyed yes, most of the time, but angry, Tech wasn’t the type who got angry.

He is alive. Hunter tried to calm himself and he heard Wrecker let out a sigh of relief. Before he could think which, plan would be the best to get them out of this situation, every single door around them opened and they were surrounded by droids and a dozen of Nalronis. One of them, whose attire suggested that he held a higher rank, held Crosshair’s Firepuncher in his right hand. Even if they could – and from experience they could have – fought off the droids and the Nalronis there were no guarantees that they could find Crosshair in time before they got raided again, and there was no way in the whole wide Galaxy that they’d leave him behind.

“Tech” he looked back over his shoulder. “give her the signal.” And with no questions asked, he did.

Hel’s POV

I didn’t even realise I dosed off, but I woke up in cold sweat, gasping for air, my whole-body trembling.

“Something is wrong.” I whispered to myself as I tried to catch my breath.

Gonk, gonk – I swear this droid appears out of nowhere, but I didn’t scold it, just put my hand on top of it.

“I don’t know.” I shook my head, looking down at my shaking hands trying to calm myself. The only thing I could think about was that I was right, and they got into trouble. Why do you care? – I asked myself. - You knew them like five minutes. Dad would be so disappointed for not stealing their ship already and making some money out of it. “But I’m not the kind to left anyone behind.” I sighed burying my face into my hands.

Bip. Bip. Bip.

The Gonk droid let out a scared noise and I knew what it meant. I stood up and walked to the cockpit turning down the signal. They told me to leave. Get the ship and take it back to Coruscant, not looking back. I let out a frustrated growl and walked back to the bunks turning everything upside down. It took almost twenty minutes to finally find all my clothes and weapons, and another five to get ready but everything was in place. Even thought my clothes were still bloody and my side was killing.

“If those boys are still alive, this will be the I told you so of my life.” I mumbled under my breath sliding my vibroblade into place.

A/N: I know I wrote "Wrecker's brown EYES" I did it on purpuse because it's all happening before his accident where he gets his scar and losing his eye.

Tags: @techs-stitches, @lokigirlszendaya, @savebytheodoresnonjosestuff

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Omega: What’s it like being tall?

Omega: Is it nice?

Omega: Can you reach comfortably for the cupboards?

Crosshair: We live in constant fear of the short ones who, in my experience, will climb 4 chairs, 2 cargo boxes, a small table and 6 oddly placed stools to get what they want.

Hel: It was one time!

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I think last night was the closest I've been to shifting since I started trying. It was kind of a lucid dream but more lucid like the previous ones I had, but it was still dreamy. I don't know if it's makes sense.

Anyone with similar experiences?

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Okay I think I'm really back now. I started finishing the next chapter of Too Much Love Will Kill You, but then I lost my cat and I didn't feel like doing anything at all - there were times when she sat with me when I was writing and just thinking about it made me cry - but now I think I'll be able to continue with it. And with my other fics too.

Soooooo just hang on tight guys, I'll post soon. 💞💞💞

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Genuine question(s):

How do you guys get through/got through your pets death? Do you feel guilty thinking about getting another? Feel like you are betraying/replacing them?

[totally-not-your-babe]

Okay so Agatha All Along theory here (I don't know if anyone said it before, if yes than I'm so sorry, I just listened to the Witches' Road on repeat and it caught my attention, I'm not here to steal anyone's ideas.)

Also SPOILERS

You have been warned

So we are going by the lyrics of the ballad right? And now poor Sharon dead...

If one be gone, we carry on

Spirit as our guide

So what if Sharon is dead but she will be some kind of ghost helping the others get through the Road?

I might be delulu, I liked the little lady...

Tell me what you think! 💞

[totally-not-your-babe]

I'm having the same struggle but it's because the chapter I'm writing is hard to write because of the topics addressed.

What I do might be a bit unethical but I put what I want to write in ChatGPT. The scene I want and then see how stupid it is being written by AI to show that nobody can write the way I do. And then I go write my scene cause AI really can't write to save its non-existent life. Pettiness and scorn drive most of my motivation for writing.

Now that's an interesting way to do it... Why do I have the feeling it would work for me? XD

Thank you Anon! <3

[totally-not-your-babe]

Hi guys!

I really need your help here. I'm having writer's block (that's what this is called?). I can't find to get myself to write most of the times and when I do, when I try I don't like the outcome...

What do you do when you can't seem to get yourselves write? Where do you get the inspiration?

(I was thinking about rewatching The Bad Batch and Stranger Things because these are the two fics I'm writing at the moment but I don't know.)

I really appreciate any help.

Thank you!

Have a lovely day!

[totally-not-your-babe]

AESTHETIC NO.2

Carys Harkness-Jones

"Carys... Interesting name. Alzarian maybe?"

"It's Welsh you imbecile."

"I just went through three days of torture. My deepest apologies if I'm not a little ray of sunshine."

"Exterminate here. Exterminate there. Doesn't it get boring after all this time? I'm certainly getting bored of it."

"Yeah, sure. Being stuck in an alternative universe was indeed in my weekly plans. 8.30 yoga, 9.00 breakfast, 9.30 running from a Dalek and getting pulled into a rift of time and space and being spit out in an alternative universe. My favourite activity after breakfast, before lunch."

Jack: Sounds like I'm a terrible father over there.

Carys: No, and that's the problem. If you were a dead beat father it would be easier to be angry with you. But you are not.

Aliases:

Carys Jackson

Katherine Thane

Caitlin Ewans