#⠀⠀ ⠀ › ⠀⠀⠀ filed ‎ under ⠀ ⠀ ∶ ⠀ ⠀ sabine ⠀ ﹢ ⠀ vanessa ‎ .

[tvrmoils]

                *     CLOSED  STARTER         »         @salthq  .

               "     sabine  was  not  the  kind  of  person  to  stay  behind  ,  much  less  to  mingle  .  she  always  left  mercy’s  training  centers  as  soon  as  possible  ,  considering  the  amount  of  things  waiting  for  her  to  get  done  .  however  (  and  if  someone  asked  ,  she  sure  couldn’t  tell  them  what  possessed  her  )  ,  she  stayed  this  time  ,  unusually  tired  ,  sipping  from  her  bottle  like  a  man  five  days  into  the  desert  ,  and  then  was  the  moment  she  noticed  it   —   sinéad  ,  pale  and  exhausted  ,  a  look  of  distress  barely  concealed  on  her  fair  features  .  the  junior  agent  narrowed  her  eyes  ,  brow  furrowed  ,  and  considered  her  next  move  carefully  .  yet  curiosity  always  won  ,  and  the  semblance  of  worry  stirring  within  couldn’t  be  avoided  either .     "  hey  ,  are  you  alright  there ?  "     she  called  out  ,  although  softly  ,  approaching  with  the  same  care  she  weighed  her  decision  .  at  close  distance  ,  sinéad’s  aspect  looked  even  worse  ,  and  worry  replaced  curiosity  wholly  .    "  agent  salt ,  "  she  started  ,  prudently  ,  slightly  raising  her  hand  to  touch  the  woman’s  arm  but  deciding  against  it  on  time  for  it  to  not  be  noticeable  .  "  are  you  in  pain ?  "

[tvrmoils]

               "     bafflement  strikes  her  like  lighting  at  what  she  hears  ,  out  of  nowhere  ,  unexpected  ,  and  a  chortle  arises  within  under  the  nature  of  the  comment  ,  under  the  absurdity  that  resounds  in  her  ears .     "  i—  okay  …  "     she  starts  ,  unsure  of  what  to  say  .     "  well  ,  what’s  your  argument  behind  that  …  belief ?  "     sabine  tries  hard  not  to  sound  too  apathetic  ,  because  she’s  truly  amused  at  the  moment  ,  and  somehow  ,  in  her  endless  curiosity  ,  she  needs  to  know  where  such  thing  came  from  . 

starter : julia ft. open @ unspecified location w/in mercy hq

" i'm just saying, " julia says, with all the confidence of someone who is about to expose everyone in the vicinity to the worst take of all time, " there's nothing a field agent can do that an intel agent can't do better. " says the intel agent with absolutely no in-person subterfuge skills — they can only lie when there's a computer screen between them and whoever they're talking to.

[mochinek0]

Daminette December: 5- (SUB) Not Dead Yet

Robin froze as a civilian jumped in front of a speeding vehicle, pushing a child out of the path. He had never seen someone in Gotham act so selfless. He quickly changed his route and rushed to the scene. What surprised him even more was that the civilian was a girl about his age. He wasn't sure when medic had arrived, but he kept an eye on her vitals. They had looked over the child, learning he only had a few scratches.

---

Robin wanted to know more about the selfless civilian. He snuck into her hospital room and learned her name: Marinette Dupain-Cheng. Through his background research he learned she was a foreign exchange student at his school. She was from Paris. The doctors had notified the school, but that's where the communication seemed to have ended. Damian decided to make it his mission to learn her reasoning; she wasn't like him. She wasn't a 'Robin'. It should have been his job to save the child.

Damian quickly notified the hospital that Marinette was now under his care and his name. Marinette was to be treated as a Wayne. He would be paying for her bills; he wanted all tests and lab results. Within seconds, he had her medical file on his screen. He quickly called her parents in Paris and informed them about the sitcuation; they had never been notified. Damian told them he would be talking to the school about their lack of ethics. He was going to be pulling some of their funding, but the Dupain-Chengs' didn't need to know that.

"I do have a few questions." Damian spoke, addressing her parents.

"Of course." Sabine stated quickly, "Anything to help!"

"This isn't medical." he continued, "What is your daughter doing so far away from Paris? It says she's enrolled in Gotham's fashion program. Surely she realizes that she would have more opportunities at home."

Tom and Sabine sighed, before Tom spoke, "Our daughter was heavidly bullied. It wasn't one person or a few. From how she explained it, it was her whole class; staff included."

'What?'

"We spoke to the board about our daughter's mental health and her concerns. Once they heard staff was involves, they allowed her to transfer anywhere she wanted."

"And she chose Gotham." Damian declared.

Sabine nodded, "She has a full paid scholarship that was to be revoked if they found evidence that Mairnette was making the whole thing up. We would have to pay her tuition or her way home, ourselves. We heard from the board last week that a student was expelled for instigating everything. They also told us that the staff were to receive disciplinary action."

"I could not picture your daughter as a bully, after saving a child." the young Wayne commented, "I will keep you updated with her progress."

"Thank you." They replied.

---

The moment Marinette woke up, Damian was notified. On his way over, he called her parents with the news. When he walked in, she was sitting up, staring out the window. She turned at the sound of the door and it was as if he was seeing her for the first time again. He froze. The pictures he had viewed of her didn't do her eyes justice.

'Bright blue eyes and raven hair; she must have been a Robin in another life.'

"My name is Damian Wayne." He introduced himself, "I have been in communication with your parents about your progress. Do you remember what happened?"

"No." Mari replied, "Do I know you? I don't remember you."

"No." he spoke, "I saw your act of bravery and wanted to help."

Marinette smiled, "I'm glad I've met someone so kind."

'Kind, me? This girl wasn't a Robin; she's an Angel.'

---

With the help of the doctors and her parents, they had come to realize that Marinette was suffering amnesia. She had lost years of her life. She had initially thought she was in Paris. Her parents decided not to overwhelm her, all at once, and told her she signed up for a foreign exchange program, but they would talk more about it when she was fully recovered and could be discharged from the hospital.

Damian walked Marinette through Gotham's Botanical Garden. He had brought a spare notebook and pencils, in case if she wanted to draw. She hadn't felt like drawing since she woke up, but her parents told her she loved it. It had been one year since she woke up, and she was fully capable of walking on her own. Marinette had been determined to get through her physical therapy. Damian kept her occupied with tutoring her, both for schoolwork and languages. As they looked around, Damian could picture her underneath the trees drawing in a notebook. He could see her up close to flowers, trying to get the petal details right or the colors.

"Marinette." He spoke so softly, she almost missed it, "Do you regret losing your memory?"

"No." she answered, instantly, "I saved Michael and....it brought you to me. I made a friend, I will always remember."

Damian remained silent as she continued to look at the flowers. It was at that moment he realized he hadn't met a mysterious person; he had met his future wife.

"Besides, I'm not dead yet." Mari smiled, "We can help more people, can't we?"

"Yes." he spoke, grabbing her hand, "We can."

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[gyldowen-draws]

🏳️‍🌈 Happy Pride, Everyone! 🏳️‍⚧️

We at Rook's Roost wanted to have our very own Pride parade with all our wonderful Rooks! Here's who joined the fun so far:

Dathrash by me, @gyldowen-draws | Ezra by @lunammoon | Juan by @zennihilation | Tira by @tiravi | Jerran by @teamtakagi | Eleanor by @a-mumbling-nerd (drawn by @teamtakagi)

Reto by @tiravi | Alecto by @alystrin03 (drawn by @alliminoobers) | Shirevas by @alliminoobers | Enrico, Tish, and Esmee by @superk191 | Jamish by @jamebajules

Osla by @moonbunecho | Kalais by @dragonsglore | Ambrose by @knowlsey | Cain by @linposter | Nameless by @linposter

Zephyr by @larknnightingale | Seidhir by @artnijna-nonartdash | Sabine by @fuschiarulerinthebluebox | Herah by @jupi-tercreates | Nels by @madrabbit014

Rooks by @pinchipeaches

(Don't forget to click to see everyone in their full glory!)

Want to join in? Just follow these easy steps:

Create a canvas 950h x 600w px

Draw a fullbody of your Rook celebrating Pride

Save the image as a transparent png

Post it to the Roost with the tag #rookprideparade25

Every couple of days we will be searching the tag and adding the Rooks to the lineup.

We hope all LGBTQIA+ siblings have a month full of peace, strength, healing, and love 💜

(More details under the cut)

Please keep all the Community Guidelines in mind, especially #1, #2, and #3

There is no limit to how many Rooks we can have in the parade, the more the merrier!

All levels of skill are welcome

Drawings can be in any style and level of "finish" (e.g. lines, color, shading, etc)

Please reach out to myself or any of the mods if you want help with the canvas and file specifications

The mods and I are here to help with any questions

Have fun!!!

[fandom-friday]

Thank you so much to everyone that submitted recommendations this week! A comprehensive list of this week’s submissions can be found under the cut! Recommendations are organized by show/media, and any main pairings will be listed after the title.

🌸 = 18+ content 🟪 = contains spoilers of a currently running show

Fics:

The Clone Wars: 🌸 Hiding in Plain Sight (Commander Wolffe x f!Reader) by @starlightrows 🌸 Walk Me Home (Commander Wolffe x OC Cherise) by @cyarbika 🌸 I Yearn, and So I Fear (Commander Wolffe x OC Kazi Ennari) by @enigmaticexplorer 🌸 Shared Experiences (Fives x OFC Sellé x OMC Aergad) by @sleepingsun501 I Have No Mother, Only a Brother by @frostycatblr-fandom-files

The Bad Batch: 🌸 Falling for Mr. Batchbury (Hunter x f!Reader) by @crosshairlovebot

Rebels: 🌸 One Last Chance (Rebels!Cody x f!Reader) by @wings-and-beskar

The Book of Boba Fett: 🌸 Worth the Risk (Boba Fett x f!Reader) by @daimyosprincess

The Acolyte: 🟪🌸 Darth Plagueis Would Very Much Like to be Excluded from this Narrative (Osha x Qimir) by @thefudge

Batman: Hope the Love We Shared Can Resurrect the Last by orpheusaki (AO3) The Sins of the Father by FairyDell (AO3) Code Cryptid by SummerKnight717 (AO3) Oh Wonder by Luna_Moon22 (AO3) Five Little Ducks by metroidspeedrun (AO3) Repletion by @sardonic-sprite Dwelling on What If by @jinmukangwrites 1-800-GOTHAM by goldfishinabag (AO3)

Crossover AUs: Ding Dong the Sith is Dead (Star Wars x Untitled Goose Game Crossover) by ExtraPenguin (AO3)

Art:

The Clone Wars: Ahsoka Tano Art by @zealfruity Our New Hope Comic by @oonaluna-art Commander Wolffe Art by @itzmoonstar Royalty AU Commander Wolffe Art by @ninjigma Commander Cody Art by @sunflowersinheaven I Yearn, and So I Fear Art by @sleepingsun501 Darth Maul Art by @garchamp

The Bad Batch: The Lone Ronin by @perfectlywingedcrusade Hunter Art by @perfectlywingedcrusade Love from Pabu by @vivaislenska Wrecker Art by @electrikworm Beep Boop Beep by @madsayo Commander Wolffe Art by @baaaaaaaam

Rebels: Sabine Wren Art by @thenegoteator

Republic Commando: Niner and Boss Art by @valkblue

House of the Dragon: Dragon Art by @moonwyvern Syrax and Arrax Art by @moonwyvern

A Court of Thorns and Roses Series: Azriel x Elain Art by @emartsemi

[tvrmoils]

               "     the  playful  roll  of  her eyes  should’ve  been  contained  ,  yet  sabine  couldn’t  help  it  .  veronica’s  solemnity  ,  her  icy  demeanor  hardly  ever  put  her  on  edge   — except  ,  of  course  ,  when  she  was  judging  her —  .  after  the  folder  is  taken  and  reviewed  by  impassive  eyes  ,  a  nod  moves  sabine’s  head  in  approval  ,  it  is  faint  ,  though  ,  barely  there   —   veronica  doesn’t  care  if  she  agrees .     "  seven  months  ,  "     she  replies  at  the  question  ,  eagerness  hidden  in  the  hardness  of  her  words  ,  as  if  she  were  a  soldier  answering  to  a  superior   (  and  in  a  way  ,  she  was  )  .  the  query  that  comes  next  is  unavoidable  ,  no  matter  how  much  the  way  it  arrives  could  annoy  the  woman  .     "  why ?   any  plans  for  me  by  chance ?   "

perhaps   it   was   her   own   teachings   that   justified   such   an   attitude.   it   leaves   a   bitter   taste   in   veronica's   mouth   as   she   states,   "i   didn't   ask   for   you   to   barge   into   my   office."   her   arms   cross   over   her   chest.   "my   waiting   room   isn't   just   for   show."   exhaling,   veronica   retrieves   the   folder   from   sabine's   possession   and   flips   through   the   document.   "good,"   her   remark   is   monotone,   absent   of   any   gratitude.   "not   sure   how   the   board   of   directors   will   react,   but   the   information   seems   compelling."   veronica   steals   a   glance   at   sabine.   "how   much   longer   do   you   have   left   in   your   training?"

[whyohwhydoris]

I'll be honest, I'm not given to the idea that animation requires live-action adaptation. It just isn't necessary to retell our stories like that. But I would absolutely love to see, would die for or kill for or whatever for to see Star Wars Rebels given the full Andor treatment. I like Rebels a lot. It has its weak points. But it also has a lot of the underpinning attitudes of Andor, with the edges filed off to make it accessible for a younger audience. But, just look at the first episode of Rebels:

The Ezra and the rest of the Team happen to knock over a local Imperial weapon shipment

Of those involved in this heist, two are adults, two are children

Zeb and Sabine are survivors of Imperial genocides

Kanan is a survivor of a religious/political purge

Hera is the daughter of a long time militia leader

Ezra is an orphaned child stealing to survive and taking small actions such as creating false comms

Kanan throw a speeder trooper a grenade that blows up in his hands

An alien is about to be arrested for treason for complaining about a shake down by Imperial Army personnel

And that's like, the first ten minutes.

Just imagine that with the heart-attack seriousness of Andor?

I think that, what Rebels does so effectively - more effectively than the sequel mess, more effectively than anything Disney has done in live action - is show us what it could mean if the force wasn't the sole provision of a hermetic religious order, but was something democratized. What would happen if the ethics of the Jedi were stripped of the trappings of the Order. And if we were presented that with the seriousness of Andor? An interrogation of the central moral and ethical themes of the mytho-legend at a post-graduate level instead of a high-school freshman level?

The first episode of Rebels is literally about stealing a tiny weapons shipment and rations, selling the guns for day-to-day funding and intel on a shipment of Wookie political prisoners, and planning a quick hit-and-run, and springing a troop of Wookie freedom fighters from incarceration. Only for it to turn out to be a ISB trap.

And, because it's a kid's show, it hand-holds the message. But imagine if Ezra wasn't told why he needs to step up, but was forced to to save his own skin of his own volition? But also because he's a rebel at heart, and he's been raised right, and because saving people is an instinct for him? Because, honestly, Ezra is Cassian for kids. Or, maybe Cassian is Ezra for political philosophy and history nerd adults? (Ezra is also for adults - listen, hand-holdy kids fair or not, the major themes of his story are quintessential Star Wars.)

Just, everything about Rebels would so brilliantly under pin moving forward with the tone and quality that Andor has pioneered.

Or, maybe what I really want is these characters in the Mandolorian era handled with the seriousness that Andor has taken with Cassian an Mon Mothma?

I want Hera having a serious inner struggle about Cham Syndula's legacy; about how he spent the best years of his life in open, armed rebellion against Republic corruption, and then Separatist invasion, and finally Imperial persecution? And yet, all she has achieved with her life is restoring the same largely unresponsive, corrupt, byzantine monstrosity that ended up stealing any hope of peace or justice from two generations of her family.

I want Ezra grappling with the failures of the Jedi and the potential for something good in the galaxy as he strives both to honour Kanan's sacrifice and be a new light in the galaxy.

I want Zeb feeling like a cog in a machine which has lost all meaning to him and his people, and realizing that going through the motions with captain Teva isn't enough - that it is a waste of both their time, and something needs to be done about the Republic, because it is still every bit as broke as it was before?

(Ultimately, I want the entire sequel canon jettisoned for telling a bad story and wasting everyone's time - including the characters'. Rey, Finn, Poe and everyone else deserve much, much, much better stories, and JJ and Rian Johnson have both done so much damage, that half a decade later, and literally noone has a clue how to unfuck it.)

Anyway, I've rambled enough. Suffice to say - Rebels is brilliant. Andor is sublime. And Rebels characters are so rich that giving the the Andor treatment would be easy and absolutely amazing.

[tvrmoils]

               *          CLOSED  STARTER         »         @w0rstcritic .

               “     sabine  bogelot  was  never  a  spoiled  child  .  temperamental  and  stubborn?  absolutely  ,  but  never  spoiled  ,  never  bratty  .  somehow  along  the  way  into  adulthood  ,  that  changed  .  maybe  it  was  the  constant  attention  from  her  brother  ,  maybe  the  realization  she  was  capable  of  always  getting  her  way  ,  hence  when  she  didn’t  ,  grunts  of  annoyance  fell  freely  from  her  lips .     "  god  ,  this  is  fucking  dull  ,  i  hate  these  things ,  "     she  complained  ,  a  second  away  from  pouting  and  stomping  her  foot  .  however  ,  as  quick  as  the  tedious  feeling  had  invaded  her  ,  another  followed  ,  more  alluring  .  it  stretched  her  gesture  in  a  devilish  grin .     "  imara  …  "     the  name  dropped  smoothly  in  a  low  enough  tone  to  evidence  she  was  up  to  no  good .     "  what  if  …  you  help  me  get  some  wine  ,  and  then  go  with  me  outside  of  this  stupid  place ?  "     she  had  approached  ,  mildly  predatory  ,  and  her  fingers  grazed  the  skin  of  imara’s  forearm  ,  playful  ,  tempting  .  then  ,  eyes  wide  and  sorrowful  ,  pleading  ,  searched  for  hers .     "  please ?  "

[tvrmoils]

               "     she  was  too  drunk  for  this  .  not  in  general—  in  general  she  was  fine  ,  barely  tipsy  ,  yet  her  brain  was  pleasantly  embraced  in  a  fog  that  ,  despite  how  welcomed  it  was  to  dissipate  the  restlessness  of  her  mind  ,  was  not  ideal  for  a  compromising  breach  in  their  systems  .  god  ,  isn’t  this  intel  business ?  she  huffed  softly ,  exhausted  ,  knowing  very  well  that  if  even  them  were  notified  it  was  not  only  an  intelligence  problem  .  as  the  voice  of  the  agent  a  few  inches  from  her  reached  her  ears  ,  her  barely  drunken  state’s  fog  goes  away  little  by  little .     "  uh  …  "     she  hesitated  ,  eyes  glassy  ,  although  her  recovery  was  quick  .  not  a  word  uttered  ,  sabine  handed  her  phone  to  vanessa  ,  letting  her  read  the  message   —   she  assumed —  ,  everyone  received  .  (  if  junior  agents  did  ,  then  everyone  did  ) .     "  you  should  go  look  for  your  phone  ,  i  don’t  think  this  is  not the  moment  to  forgo  direct  communication .  "     the  suggestion  was  soft  ,  it  would’ve  been  gentle  ,  even  ,  if  it  weren’t  for  the  judgmental  inflection  in  her  voice  .  yet  she  relented  because  ,  after  all  ,  she  was  the  one  with  four  boulevardiers  in  the  system  ,  who  was  sabine  bogelot  to  judge ?

starter status: open, event post mini plot drop.

an   air   of   discomfort   clouds   vanessa,   yet   her   grin   offers   a   distraction   —   fooling   those   in   her   company.   for   a   moment   the   meticulously   crafted   mask   falters,   an   audible   huff   escapes   from   cherry   kissed   lips.   vanessa   watches   as   her   father   descends   from   the   stairs,   her   gaze   narrows.   "unbelievable."   she   swallows   what   was   left   of   her   wine.   the   lights   flicker   yet   the   trained   agent   keeps   her   composure.   vanessa   glances   over   to   her   colleague,   "i   left   my   phone   at   coat   check.   any   word   from   hq?" 

[immaturityofthomasastruc]

So, I just rewatched Dark Blade, and I have to say: Marinette's reaction to seeing Sabrina with her diary was underwhelming. Like, she was under reacting. If I were her, I would have taken a picture of Sabrina with her hand stuck in the diary, called the police and reported her for burglary and robbery. Because that's what she did. And it doesn't matter if Sabine granted her entry, Marinette and her other classmates can prove that she and her aren't friends. And Sabine did not give her permission to steal Marinette's diary. And sure, she may be a minor, but having the police being called on her for committing a crime against her long-time bullying victim is bound to have severe repercussions on her father, permanent record. The Dupain-Chengs probably could have even filed a restraining order against Sabrina as she's proven that she's willing to break into Marinette's bedroom just to harass her with her private property at Chloe's behest.

I'll take "Episodes That Aged Poorly After 'Derision'" for $500, Alex.

This show has a bad habit of downplaying terrible things in favor of making other actions to be worse.

The same thing happened when the show decided to make Chloe out to be an irredeemable villain not because she works with Monarch, but rather, because she's a bully at school.

[horrorphase]

file: nivans, henrietta.

basic statistics.

name:    henrietta giselle nivans.     aliases:    henry ( only for friends and family ). date  of  birth:    february 14th 1998.     age:    twenty6.     gender: cis  woman. pronouns: she/her.     sexual orientation:    closeted lesbian romantic orientation: homoromantic.     place of birth:    red creek, michigan.     astrology: aquarius sun, virgo moon, taurus rising. father:    harold nivans,   civil engineer.     mother:    sabine nivans,   public defender.     siblings: older siblings, wanted connections. education:    BA  in political science, minor  in public policy.     occupation:    former political strategist in detroit, michigan, currently the municipal treasurer of red creek. 

storyline.

¹ ﹕ the girl who once ran with wolves, a wild thing with the world between her teeth ﹕ leaving trails of laughter echoing through the streets, charging through life as if every moment was a dare she'd gladly accept. brash, self-assured, she was lightning in a body that could barely contain it— and her friends were the town's misfits, the ones who wore defiance like armor, the one who spent their nights under skins with stars bright enough to carve freedom into their bones. there was no future then, just forever stretching out, and she was reckless and golden. ( but she knew better than anyone that freedom was borrowed, watched two older siblings be given the same independence until it was time to answer the call of their lineage, so she lived twice as fiercely, the urgency of someone who knew how easily everything could slip away. )

² ﹕ and by the time it was time to leave, she did quietly, ready to step into her destiny. she walked into lecture halls with the kind of confidence that bent room's attention like light around a star, her voice quicksilver, ideas darting through debates with a practiced ease. she joined think tanks that wrestled dreams into practicality, sat at round tables with people whose names were printed in influential columns ﹕ the girl who used to sprint up and down norwood street with the other misfits of red creek now spoke with senators and analyst. she developed a taste for the game, how words could shift tides, how alliances were built and broken with the smallest of gestures.

she spent years after graduation as a political strategist, campaigns built from late nights and empty coffee cups, strategies spun from sleepless hours, from whispered meetings where promises wore the same suits as lies. she moved between politicians like a everyone's new favorite shiny toy, each one a stepping stone, each project a puzzle she disassembled and rebuilt better. she was an architect of ideas, a force that wove election wins and budget agreements like art ﹕ appearing in circles where whispers decided futures. but the more she mastered politics, the more she remembered the streets of red creek and how they seemed to shallow the hope out of people ﹕ dead-end jobs and people content with talking shit about their neighbors instead of making any real change. no matter how many offices she worked in, there was always the memory of home, pushing her to fix what had long felt broken, to do more than just move pieces in other people's games. red creek called to her with a soft, persistent voice— so she packed up her wins, her losses, and the burnout that nestled in her bones.

³ ﹕ henrietta nivans is finally home ﹕ not as the girl who once ran with wolves, but as a woman ready to carve out her own future. she knew the stakes, not coming back to relive the past but to rewrite what the future could be, to shape the town that raised her into something stronger, better. the air of red creek is thick with nostalgia and tension, a place where history curls around ever brick, and she intends to leave a mark deep enough to change its story.

but her old friends might as well be ghosts ﹕ the troublemakers and dreamers she once claimed as kin, as friends, as lovers, turned into shadows she passed without a glance, sacrifices on the altar for the perfect life she is building. and the ring on her finger is just another proof of that— no one probably ever thought they'd ever see her settle down, but stranger things have happened in red creek and she is willing to make every move to create something out of her life. something tangible, lasting, real.

wanted connections.

give me the old friends !!! give me the new friends !!! she's also mfin annoyed by this boogeyman like appearing after she moved back home ... she's not going to investigate that shit, but she'll definitely be talking to everyone she can in the guise of making them feel more secured, but hey if she suspects someone, she's gonna hyperfixate to prove that shit ... maybe catching the killer will give her an edge when she eventually runs for mayor against a talbot kfsfksfkfk

[septima-severa]

Before the last chapter is out... A little Thrawn teaser

I need to buy myself some time to finish the behemoth called the Act Six of "I Have Fallen in Love with the Villain". This chapter is currently undergoing a heavy revision (and don't let me start on that, I have finally reached page 100 in the book Thrawn and now have this nervous twitch to rewrite the whole story, which I will of course not do). I need to connect some snippets with further writing. But most of it is finished.

Oh, and there will be a tiny chapter 7, just an epilogue, really. Or maybe it will remain as the end of a very long chapter 6. Anyway, two NSFW scenes incoming.

I was also thinking... for all those insatiable creatures out there, to extract all of the sexual scenes in a separate "work" on AO3, so you all can... enjoy yourselves later. How does that sound?

But here is the teaser I have promised:

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“I see that my gift has arrived safely,” Morgan Elsbeth remarked when she noticed a civilian ship docked deeper within the main hangar. She was trying to match the Grand Admiral’s slower stride, being carefully watched by Captain Enoch.

“Do you consider Sabine Wren another of your… as you call them… gifts, then?” he asked cooly.

“Her capture was unplanned for, but I deemed her useful for our mission.”

“It was Baylan Skoll who brought her here, after all. She had an agreement with him, and I honoured it.” They entered one of the chambers within the walls of the Citadel used as a provisional command room while contents of the vast catacomb under the ancient stronghold were transferred on board.

“But what if she does not find Ezra Bridger?”

“She will have the opportunity to find him,” he reassured her.

“How can you –” the witch stopped herself immediately, but too late to be considered wise not to question a warlord’s strategy.

“Because I know he is alive,” you said slowly, emerging from a dark corner, your presence previously gone unnoticed. KX was shadowing each of your movements like a bodyguard – that was what you had agreed on with Thrawn prior to your decision to show up. “Hello, Morgan,” you stopped on the other side of the holo, turning your full attention to her.

“Doctor Lani Kordes. I’m glad you survived.”

“Don’t bother. We both know you aren’t.”

“Fine by me,” she smirked almost imperceptibly.

“Did you get your data?” you had figured that this person had been behind everything some time ago. The financial aid? Her doing. The hyperspace ring manufacturing, adjustments for Kingfisher? It had obviously been a prototype for some bigger scale project. You suspected that she had been involved in obtaining the file about ancient purrgil migration routes, too.

“Your… cooperation was most helpful.”

“Good. Because I would hate to repeat that experiment again. By the way…” your fingers danced over the keyboard, manipulating the holoprojection of the planet’s surface in front of you, “here are the coordinates, in case you would like to collect the black box – that is if the locals didn’t get to it first.”

“A pity, then.” That you didn’t perish upon impact. Morgan Elsbeth wasn’t easy to read. However, this thought was hovering above her head, ripe for picking.

What else was she hiding from you?

Internally, you were seething, pacing around your half like a caged loth-wolf, separated from the witch by the holo. Still, you had to manage guarding your thoughts from her prying in case she would try that with you. KX was watching you two carefully from a safe distance, prepared to interfere anytime.

“I’m surprised and impressed that the Great Mothers haven’t disposed of you.” Another lash from her.

“They’ve certainly tried.”

“You’re no longer useful to our plan.” Morgan didn’t bother to hide her disdain.

“Ask the crewmembers we were growing skin and organ replacements for,” you spat, already turning to go. “Although, you’re probably right. You should have sent a proper surgeon here instead of genetical engineer,” you said as an afterthought over your shoulder. Once you reached the entrance, two troopers loyal to Captain Enoch fell into step with you, accompanying you back to the Star Destroyer.

“Has she been truly so loyal?” the witch turned to the Grand Admiral when you left.

“She is loyal to me, and that is what matters in this game.”

[tvrmoils]

               “     a  huff  bubbles  from  her  throat  ,  annoyed  ,  already  tired  of  warden’s  bullshit  ,  yet  the  smile  is  there  ,  faint  and  fond  ,  almost  imperceptible  ,  but  there  nonetheless  .  an  eye-roll  precedes  her  words  as  the  clinking  of  her  stilettos  halts  in  front  of  him .     "  of  course  i  clean  up  nice  ,  have  you  seen  me ?  "     self-condient  ,  arrogant  as  usual  ,  she  gives  him  a  once-over  ,  analyzing  what  he’s  wearing  ,  how  handsome  he  looks  .  a  hum  of  approval  falls  from  her  lips  ,  and  that’s  everything  she  gives  in  return .     "  oh  ,  no  ,  god  fucking  forbids  "     the  answer  comes  swiftly  ,  no  hesitation .     "  i’m  here  to  drink  and  maybe  get  someone  to  warm  my  bed  ,  business  be  damned .  "     she  didn’t  even  want  to  come  ,  but  the  mandatory  clearly  announced  made  her  relent  ,  irritation  paving  the  way  to  set  the  proper  mood .     "  what  about  you?  are  you  seriously  wearing  glasses  inside ?  "     what  a  ridiculous  specimen  warden  was  ,  regardless  ,  she  couldn’t  help  the  affection  ,  even  though  she’ll  never  say  it  out  loud  ,  losing  her  head  sounded  a  lot  more  appealing  than  accepting  she  harbored  anything  but  annoyance  for  the  agent . 

LOCATION SECURED: SENTINEL HQ ENTRY. THE TURN OF THE HOUR, GETTING FRISKED AT THE COATCHECK WITH @tvrmoils.

grandeur held the same fascination as a blade. a shiny, stark catalyst poising change. how the gleaming things attracted all the wrong people. and much like a blade, this man is man is slick as the night. however tall & sharply dressed, he had not been found misplaced among the dirty, designer crowd. that was the point: maintain appearances. " well, don't you clean up well. " it's pointed, sunglasses perched low on the snope of his nose as if discretion were still a weapon here. offers his overcoat to the coatcheck attendant. " all business this evening, verbena? "

[charmfamily]

(SEMI) CHARMED KIND OF LIFE: EPISODE 3, PART XXX. “GENESIS IN BLACK”

Transcript Below.

MORGYN: There was no need for you to intervene and even less of a need for you to knock them both out, Caligari– I had it. 

CLIONA: You’re ever so petulant when you don’t get to do everything your way. [She smirks at him, lightly and teasingly pinching his cheek before kneeling down and turning her attention back to their unconscious quarry.] Which would be halfway bearable if your way didn’t take so damn long; not all of us enjoy being out amongst the civilians, Ember, nor do we find pointless dueling with the skill-impaired to be even remotely entertaining. It’s a simple Memoria Quaerere that should have taken two minutes. 

MORGYN: You would think then, if your primary concerns were efficiency and time management, that you’d be searching the minds of the actual busy-bodies in the sewer tunnels instead of their look-outs.

CLIONA: The “look-outs” aren’t covered by legalities, which you would know if you’d bothered to ask: Pries’ mother, like all Casters of Mischief, has an iron-fisted mastery of loopholes and is no slouch when it comes to looking after her own; Erwin and Sigworth are protected under Independent Investigator licenses filed on their behalf, they have … something of a right to go digging, as long as they don’t get in our way and they turn over anything they might have found once it’s been photographed for their records. Why do you think they weren’t apprehended before they got down there? … Are you going to interject at some point, Sabine dearest, or are you just going to stand there until The Aether freezes over while you wait for us to stop talking?  SABINE: Sorry... I just wanted to let you guys know I found residuals from the casting of a Quaeromancy spell and it seemed kind of relevant…? To the discussion you were having?... Do you think there’s anything to find?

CLIONA: [She shrugs at the question, dusting herself off before rising to her feet.] We’ll see, won’t we, darling? Word around the Hall is that Pries does have an almost uncanny attention to detail, so if anything was left down there, undoubtedly, he’ll retrieve it.

[konekorambles]

Trick or treat!: Karen baaaaaarely fuckin survives Jedi Night instead

Okay I admit that autocorrect gave me pause when I read this half-awake this morning. Happy Halloween 🧡🧡🧡

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Kanan Jarrus knew he was going to die. Maybe the Force had seen fit to give him a gentle premonition. Maybe the giant wolf that had been lurking in the edges of his awareness was some kind of manifestation of his own mortality.

Or maybe he’s just been on enough of these damn fool rescue missions to recognize that his odds of coming out of this one alive are roughly slim to none.

He has no regrets. This world, this galaxy, needs Hera—and Ezra, and Sabine, and Chopper and Zeb and the entire rebellion—more than it needs Kanan Jarrus. Or Caleb Dume.

So it’s quite the surprise when he channels the energy he’d been using to hold back the flames into a shove that sent the little shuttle lurching sideways to safety—and his own feet leave the metal surface at the same time. It should have been the explosion, disintegrating the fuel tank under him and him along with it, but instead a grip like a desperate grasping hand closes tight around his body. His head jerks painfully back with the force of it—he could’ve sworn he’d taught his padawan restraint somewhere along the way—then forward hard enough to clack his teeth together as the explosion blasts past him. Pain lances through his skull, and blackness swallows him.

***

Kanan had awoken in more than a few med bays in his time. He swims up into consciousness slowly and reluctantly. There’s no moment that he questions if he’s alive; if your back is allowed to hurt this much in the afterlife then he is going to file a strongly worded complaint with the universe at large. Combine the pain, the fuzzy-headed feeling of drugs, and the sweet slimy smell of bacta, and you get med bay.

And there’s someone sitting next to him—he’s on his front, he vaguely registers, but his back still seems to be on fire—with slender fingers wrapped around his left hand. Come to think of it, that might be the only part of him that doesn’t hurt.

“What. Happened?” He mumbles around his fuzzy dry tongue, and those fingers tighten suddenly.

“You’re awake.” Hera’s voice is tight with relief. “You have some burns.”

“Some?” He’s tempted to ask how much of his skin is even left, since it doesn’t feel like it could be much.

“They’re pretty bad,” Ezra’s voice chimes in from behind Hera. “Looks like you’ll be sitting this one out, Kanan.”

“Good, I need a rest,” Kanan mumbles. He’s already exhausted, real sleep stealing over him even with the amount of pain that he’s in. He registers Ezra’s hand—lightsaber calluses on his fingers—joining Hera’s.

“I’m sorry, master. I wasn’t fast enough. But I can handle this one on my own.”

Kanan wants to agree. Wants to say how proud he is of his padawan. And also scold him for doing something so reckless. But his mouth can’t form the sounds. So he lets himself drift, flows in the Force like water.

Who knows, by the time he wakes up again his damn stubborn padawan will probably have liberated Lothal through force of will alone.

[seemabhatnagar]

'Reproductive rights of women and Assisted Reproductive Technology Act'

Ayshakutty M & Sidhiq v. Union of India & 3 others

W P ©34770/2023

Before High Court of Kerala at Ernakulam

Writ Petition was disposed of on 19.12.2023 by Hon’ble Mr. Justice Devan Ramachandran allowing the couple petitioner couple to go for only one cycle availing of Assisted Reproductive Technology Services.

Fact

The Case relates to Assisted Reproductive Technology Act.

The Act came into force on January 25, 2022.

Here age of the wife petitioner is 49 years & that of husband petitioner is 55 years.

Section 21g of the AST Act says,

The clinics shall apply the assisted reproductive technology services, — (i) to a woman above the age of twenty-one years and below the age of fifty years; (ii) to a man above the age of twenty-one years and below the age of fifty-five years;

Prayer

The Writ was filed before the High Court to direct the respondents* 1 to 3 to take immediate steps so as to require the 4th respondent to commence providing ART services to the petitioners, including permitting to extract the semen of the 2nd petitioner, at the earliest, pending disposal of the Writ Petition

Respondents*

Union of India represented by its secretary, ministry of health and family welfare

State of Kerala, represented by its secretary ministry of health and family welfare

The district reproductive & child health Officer Ernakulam

Sabine Hospital and Research Centre Pvt Ltd. represented by its Managing Director

Issue

The women below 50 years fall within the ambit of the provision, to apply for the ART services; though their husbands may not be.

But, as long as the statute does not, prima facie, maintain that both the man and woman should be able to apply for the services together, they aren’t able to avail the benefit of the advancement of technology.

And age bar is restriction on the reproductive rights of women.

Submission of the Counsel of the Central Government

For a woman willing to apply for the ART service, she should have the gamete from a man if he is below 55 years.

Observation of the Court

It means that merely because the husband is above 55, the wife will lose her right to apply for the services, even though she is below 50 years.

It will be too far-fetched to even imagine, that the woman must then be forced to seek the assistance of another man.

It is without contest that if the gamete from the husband is not viable, then even a donor is possible under the statutory scheme.

Order

The Hon’ble Court was pleased to permit as an interim measure, and in the specific circumstances of this case without making it a precedent, allowing the petitioners in the case to apply for the ART services, however, for only one cycle.

Seema Bhatnagar