#tags: nyx's writing

[nysophically-azuna]

that dream, i met....

-> Xynn's weird dream in May 31st 20xx

Multiple waves of panting left out of Xynn’s mouth, as they stacked the final box of food and ingredients on top of the other boxes in the kitchen. Ms. Lycan and Mr. Lycan have sent some food and ingredients over to their house for Bon to cook. Sweat already coming out of their forehead, their heart was beating fast as they finally laid flat on the hard floor beneath them. “ Aaaghh… Just how many will our parents buy?!” 

The girl complained on the floor, their sweat starting to stain their clothes. They didn’t know how much those boxes weighed, but It was definitely heavy past Xynn’s limits. Hot temperature and heavy boxes filled with food? This was definitely a nightmare! Bon approached Xynn, moving their wet bangs aside. “Yes, I understand that these are heavy, but please don’t lay down on the floor. It is dirty. “ Bon stated, lifting Xynn up to stand with her arm. “If you’re tired, you should go back to my room, okay? You’ll feel better on a bed than on the floor.”

Xynn tilts their head slightly in confusion, noticing how Bon isnt giving any motions or signs she’s leaving the kitchen yet. “You’re not coming too?”. Shaking her head, Bon simply told Xynn that she still has work to do in the kitchen. They nod in understanding and went back to their room. “Goodnight Bonbon!” “..Goodnight to you too.”

A click! sound was made after Xynn closed the door, quickly turning on the AC and laying flat down on the bed. Today was a tiring day, and they were getting sleepy… it’s not even past 8 pm either, but Xynn just wanted to close their eyes and embrace themself in the comfort of their AC and blanket. However, before doing that, they turned off the lights and turned to their plushies on the side. “Goodnight blueberry, goodnight strawberry. Yawwwnnnnn…. “ Xynn closed their eyes one final time before they entered through the land of dreams. 

—

Void. 

There was nothing but void, filling all of Xynn’s senses. Everything was nothing, and nothing was everything. There was no platform for the girl to stand on, however they were magically flying.. What is this all? There was a small shiver running down on Xynn’s back, rubbing their arms gently to soothe themself of the void that was present in front of them. All of the things, the people, the buildings, the animals, the plants, everything.. It was gone.

A purple trail started shining , creating a platform that Xynn can stand on. Walking down the path, Xynn started encountering a bunch of things. Everything wasn't nothing anymore, It had escaped the void that consumed them. So many memories have resurfaced besides the platform, along with objects such as Blueberry, strawberry. 

Donuts started flying near Xynn, glowing in purple highlights. They reached for one of them, eating them along the way to who-knows-where. Everything was starting to feel… nice. It doesn't feel empty anymore, It’s filled with happiness and memories. Looking back on memories, they can finally see the light of it all, illuminating a color of purple. 

A tree appeared infront of Xynn, with the platform going wider to fit the three. It was odd, Why is it odd? It’s purple, and trees are not purple. They're green-orange-yellow and brown. What’s wrong with this tree? Seeds started to fall out and it made a rustling sound against the branches. Picking it up, It has started growing through stages at a rapid speed. Dropping it to let it grow, The seed that was once small became bigger than what it's supposed to be.

Xynn slowly makes steps backwards, letting space for the anonymous plant to grow. It soon grew hands and finally stopped growing abnormally. However, when it bloomed, There weren't any anthers for bees to consume pollen. It blossomed an eye, its pupils filled with the same dark void they experienced earlier. 

What the heck? Flowers aren't supposed to be like this. Flowers are supposed to be pretty! Why is this one creepy and staring at me?! Xynn thought. The anonymous flower holds out it’s hand, to grab and hold. The girl was hestitant at first, but eventually took it’s hand. In a sudden motion, Xynn's hand starts absorbing the flower, their hand slowly turning purple. Sitting by the tree, they picked up another seed and-

—

5:30 am.

Slowly stirring, the sun is already starting to wake up too. The birds are chirping and the bright light passing through the windows and highlighting the details of the room. You can hear the sound of the clock ticking every second, and the AC running to keep the room cold. However, is it really that time already? Xynn went back to sleep, slowly closing its eyes….

“Ey, Xynn!! Wake up, our aunt’s wedding is starting this morning!!” 

“A-Ack..! yes, Bonbon!”

[fearcvlt]

thinking about sam again (18+ !!) sigh… like he’s literally the definition of a munch, regardless of if you like dom or sub sam liiiike…

he’d either have you pinned down, eating entirely for himself. his head has been buried between your thighs for agesss but he isn’t letting up. you’re tugging on his hair and crying and pleading, but he just keeps licking and sucking and taking what he wants, hands tightening on your thighs to hold you open and keep you still. just laughs all breathless against you as you try to squirm away, tugging you back down against his face.

orrrrr… you tug at his hair and he’s instantly whining, peering up at you with the wettest, saddest puppy dog eyes. he’s all pouty as you try to tug him away from you, whimpering and everything. he tries to duck his head down again, hips rutting against the mattress as he starts babbling. he’s all like “please, pretty girl. please, just need a little more.” he’s just desperate to taste more of you.

yeah, um… that’s all…

[fortheharbingers]

a/n: supernatural au of sorts. vampires, blood sucking, a vampire's bite loosely being described as having an analgesic/aphrodisiac effect on the human. prey/predator relationship if you squint lol.

If there is one thing Endo Yamato finds funny regarding people’s opinions- it’s their absolute failure when it comes to trying to guess who might be a supernatural and who is not.

Vampires are not an uncommon entity to run into at night- especially when you decide to present yourself like a real snack and make your way down the alleys a tad too empty. They always assume Endo is one, which he finds quite ironic.

It’s baseless fantasy and nothing else. They see the pale skin, his canines a tad sharper than a regular humans and heresay they heard about what kind of person he is and set their assumptions into stone. Sure not all vampires are turned into dust in an instant contrary to popular belief, but they don’t know what- they just see a man dangerous with a pretty face and wish for him to decorate their fantasies.

Oh how far away from the truth they are, Endo thinks to himself, as you snuggly make yourself comfortable in his lap, needy pampering kisses all over his skin and your body clinging to him already.

Digging your nails onto his back, you search for what friction you can get from the warm boy, desperate for more, nuzzling your nose into his neck and feeling his pulse beating strong and lively underneath the thin layer of skin.

"A little needy, aren't we?" Endo chuckles and pulls your face away from his, his grin growing bigger at the pouty you face you make, eyes closed shut and your face in discomfort.

"'m hungry..." you mumble as you break free of his grip on your cheek and latch onto him again, inhaling his scent. "And you smell divine- sooo good." You drag the word in your haze, inhaling his scent sharply.

"You flatter me, sweet thing." he says as his hands find your hips, grinding you up and down, listening your whimpers as you leave wet kisses alongside his collarbones.

"missed you... come inside..." your voice lulls him and Endo complies. How can he not when you always ask so nicely? He has heard of your kind being able to compell people if they wished- and were skilled at it, but never figured it out himself if you used it on him- always too eager to please you himself, he got lost in the sensations along the way.

It prides him in a way, to know something nobody else does, to be let in on a secret and not just be spared with his life but also to be at your side for as much as time allows.

Bringing one hand down and grabbing his cock, you draw him out of his thoughts and he follows in cue, thrusting in one go, slowly, watching as your face morphs in pleasure, as your eyes open wide, pupils dilatated and digging your face into his neck, gently grazing against his skin with your fangs. A little force and you could make him bleed in an instant, yet you wait, tossing your wool coat, as patience is the essence of a predator.

As Endo feels himself slowly losing his resolve at the feeling of your walls around him, tightening and sucking him back in every time he pulls out, he can barely hold it in. And just as his eyes roll back, his orgasm crashing over you, he feels your teeth sinking into your neck, the feeling of warmth and something akin to numbness spreading to his body, increasing the heat he feels, all over and especially down to his groin. He feels desperate already, to be closer to you as humanly possible, to stay inside of you forever, to fill you with his cum until you cannot take it anymore, until he passes out due to dehydration, his body begging to be used and to drink in your wanton moans-

You explained to him once before, when he asked what it'd be like to have a vampire feed off of you- how a vampire's kiss feels, like an analgesic drug, like an aphrodisiac--

You feel the first drops of his sweet, salty taste of blood on your tongue, warm and full of life, and smile slightly, feeling Endo cum and fill you up as his warmth spreads all over your body.

[catcherwrites]

TDP Colour Association Survey

I wanted to try something a little wild and wacky with all of you. Below is a survey of different TDP characters - asking what colour you most associate with them:

I’d really appreciate it if you filled it out! I’d super DUPER appreciate it if you shared it with others to boost the sample size. When I have enough responses I want to be able to post the results here for everyone.

Just some things to mention first:

This is completely anonymous - I won’t have access to any personal information. All I’ll get on my end are the answers you’ve chosen

This is completely voluntary - I can’t force you to take this survey, you are free to skip any questions you don’t feel like answering

There is no guaranteed outcome - I really want to post the findings, but that depends on the number of participants I get in the end. I also can’t compensate you for your time with anything other than a thank you

With that out of the way, thank you for reading my spiel. If you’re interested in helping, fill out the survey and/or spread it around (reblog, share, etc) so others can respond!

[llumimoon]

@kaseyskat and I have been scheming up this AU since April and the latest episode gave the both of us massive brainworms so we're finally posting about it!!

Welcome to the Perfectly Regular AU <3 It's Scary and Normal centric and takes place shortly after the Hell Arc, it diverges from canon when Scary rejoins the teen's side and Willy decides she's a lost cause, causing him to shift gears into a different plan. Scary notices that Normal's been acting really weird lately- and what's this about homunculi?

Nyx has written the first installment of the AU here please go check it out!! :D

edit: here's part two btw <3

[sieglinde-freud]

out of curiosity do you have any favorite inigo lines? just in general 👀

YESSSSSS YESYESYES i do :) in a very predictable manner, two of my favorite things he ever says is in his father support:

Inigo: Do you think I'd be out here if I were ONLY after girls? Out here fighting every day, wondering if this is the time I don't make it home?!

and

Inigo: I had to fight every day of my sorry life and wear a smile while I did it!

both from the B support which is honestly just my favorite support section like. EVER. but those specific parts always stand out to me as both insight into his head but also how he speaks and how his speech patterns are different relative to everyone else. also lines from his cynthia support that make me laugh every single time i read it

Cynthia: It was so weird! I was just walking along when they started running up to me! Kept wishing me luck and saying I was their idol or something. I dunno.

Inigo: Oh, right, sure. You dunno. Cakes and girls just fell out of the clear blue sky. ...DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW JEALOUS I AM RIGHT NOW?!

absolute fav and underrated support on both of their parts. by the way. another one i like is in his harvest scramble convo with brady after brady snaps him out of spacing out, he says:

Inigo: You know me: Mr. Serious Fighter! I mean, it'd be a crime to see them wreck that AMAZING stage... Or to let them hurt any of these people who would LOVE my newest routine... Or to tear down that garland that just gave me the PERFECT idea for a new move... But I mean, really, who has time to think about dancing at a time like this?

like this is peak inigo to me. it just is. one more from awakening is in his hot spring scramble with laurent, and laurent is trying to figure out why inigo is so averse to letting him watch him dance. he says

Inigo: Yeah. Like I said, it's...complicated. I want people to watch me dance. I want to make them smile... But I can't help worrying what'll happen if I flop. What if everybody laughs at me? Whenever I get the urge to dance, those conflicting voices battle it out in my head. I guess I don't know which side is right.

(italicized is my fav part, rest for context) i dont know i love how he says this i love how he talks because it just feels so REAL and strangely modern which should feel out of place but i feel like awakening is really good at hitting that balance between casual and formal tones of speaking. so theres that

i’ll say that i stare at fates’s script less than awakening’s because no one has matched the category 5 brainrot event that the collective group of awakening kids have given me, but i do have a few. i posted this one pretty recently bc its FANTASTIC but when you battle laslow in birthright (ch26?) with anyone whos not corrin he says

Laslow: My duty is to protect Lord Xander and the kingdom of Nohr, in that order. May the gods have mercy on anyone who stands against me.

this is one if the greatest things that has ever left his mouth. by the way. “in that order” is CRAZYYYYYYYY ARE YOU KIDDING ME. whatever

last but definitely not least, i have to pull from his nyx support which has driven me endlessly insane to which you have all seen before if youve seen my blog for about a month bc i do not shut the fuck up about them. but for laslow specifically, in the B support he says

Laslow: Let's say I'd done something so cruel that I never wanted anyone to find out. If, say, I'd neglected a great many people... let them all die... Would you call me monster, too?

INSANE. INSANE. i quote that all of the time. drives me nuts. the amount of guilt that one carries is crazy. honestly i could paste their entire support in here and i dont think i could pull out a line i dont completely love but i will finish from a section from their S support

Nyx: I don’t want to burden you with my crime.

Laslow: You mean all those people you say you’ve killed?

Nyx: Yes…

Laslow: Well, much as I might want to, I can't bear your burden. Nor could I expect you to bear mine. But with burdens so heavy...don't you think we could lean on each other a bit? My calling in life from now on is to put a smile on your face. And I don't think there's anybody in this world who could make me smile but you.

thheuy r. peak romance. to me……:….

[serenescribe]

reawakening Fantasy High | 1.6k Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/65530162

Summary:

You stir from oblivion like the beginning of a waking dream. Consciousness comes back to you in small slivers, piece by piece. Existence is an old memory, an echo of a life lived an eternity ago, and as you rouse into wakefulness, the different parts of yourself coming back into reality like a figure being assembled, you hear it. A voice you have never heard before, whispering directly to your soul. Verintia, Keeper of Truth and Seeker of Knowledge. And with that murmur, you open your eyes.

Or: Adaine Abernant, at the tender age of nine, unknowingly awakens her deity for the first time.

class swap, class swap, class swap! this au belongs to @kaseyskat who has graciously let me write something for it; i am SO obsessed with knowledge domain cleric adaine and her deity verintia!! i love second person pov and wanted to write something with it, so here: verintia's awakening, and the moment adaine first got her spells! (written during @d20ficoff!)

[nyx-de-riva]

WIP Word game

Rules: you will be given a word. Then you share one sentence/excerpt from your WIP(s) that starts with each letter of your word.

I was given STEAL from @serensama and then I stole WASTELAND from @thedissonantverses.

“Should I be flattered?” Michael’s words were teasing and his green eyes glittered as he watched Solas.

The Fifth Talon was shorter, yet he glared up at Illario with a vitriol that sent ice through his veins.

Even working together, Illario still found it necessary to provoke him and second guess him throughout this mission.

A delicate hand reached out and pressed against Lucanis’ jawline, the warmth exquisite against his skin.

Lucanis’ usual long fuse had shortened immensely with Rook missing and all avenues being exhausted to find him.

“Who fucked up? Is that why you sent for me?” Illario couldn’t stop the playful grin from spreading over his face, crossing his arms over his chest and cocking an eyebrow.

As he slipped out the window, Illario had tugged him in for a chaste kiss, murmuring a quick ‘te amo’ against his mouth that Nyx returned with another kiss of his own.

She sought him out when Fenris left her, cried her eyes out in his clinic that reeked of rat droppings and bitter herbs.

There was only one thing marring the man’s face that made Solas feel a deep pang of regret.

Each mark was adorned with a multitude of question marks near it as if Viago couldn’t figure out exactly where he could be.

Lucanis hadn’t realized the true lengths he would go to for someone until he held Rook in his arms, felt his heart fluttering against his chest as they shared many a tender kiss.

Aveline would’ve been better, but she was busy with ‘guard-duty’ and never wanted to entertain Hawke and her killing sprees anymore.

Nyx wasn’t dead, he knew that for certain.

Don’t touch a Dellamorte.

Tagging: @ccrystalfox, @vorchagirl, & @woundedsoul12. AND YOU!!!! This is so much fun so if you see this, consider yourself tagged by yours truly and please tag me when you do it!!

If you choose to accept this mission, your word is PARADISE. Or if you want something more complicated, MOONLIGHT.

[coochie-sniffer3000]

when im reading some ryomina timeloop but they forget the best part (no 1 ryomina hater/makotos biggest fan/ryojis narrative foil/world renown cuck queen shadow surpression unit aigis) (SHE WOULD REMEMBER.)

[romanticatheartt]

I hate myself for thinking of this AU but also I'm a sucker for angst so... don't be mad at me😭

Imagine Nessian x Life as We Know It AU... if you've watched the movie, I'm sorry, and if you haven't, walk with me:

Cassian and Nesta are Nyx's godparents and they hate each other. Hate is a strong word, they just don't get along because of many reasons but they have one thing in common, they would give their life for their nephew.

One night, Feyre and Rhys go on a date after so long of not having alone time, and Morrigan takes care of their son for the night. But they never make it back home. They both lose their lives in a car accident.

Mor calls both Nesta and Cassian just asking them to meet her in the hospital. They're both scared because hospitals can never bring good news.

Their lives changes all in one night. They've lost their siblings, and now? They have a baby boy in their custody.

They have no other choice but move in together, and have to ignore their feeling toward each other because they have more important issues than their hatred toward for the other.

They both go through their healing journey, realizing why they've never gotten along. They help each other to be a better person for themselves and for Nyx. They become friends, but are afraid to take the next step in their relationship.

Hating themselves for falling in love with each other, and how it cost them to lose their loved ones to get here. Doubting the other, wondering if what it means if they accept their feeling for each other. Is it for Nyx and how it would help them be better parents to him? Or if Nyx was out of the picture, would they still find their way toward each other?

IMAGINE THE ANGST!!!

If anyone wants to write this, please let me know I want to read it!!!

[nysophically-azuna]

SILLY LITTLE MIKANADE STORY !!

the door from the bathroom opened, revealing a kanade with a towel draped over their shoulder while their hair was on top of the towel. the little waterdrops forming in the end of their strands, as the drops fell to the towel underneath. kanade stretched their arms upwards in exhaustion, before walking to their bed and sitting on it. they immediately grabbed their phone from on top of the drawer nearby, turning it on to check if theres anything new. they saw a message by a familliar someone…

[theres more under cut!] [anti selfship dni :3]

kanade, in the next day, was running through the crowds of the city. it was 09:57, almost time for them to meet with mika in the cafe. they quickly ran past the shops. they suddenly stopped running, heavily panting as they felt their heart beat quite fast. they opened their phone to see: 10:01 AM. they panicked and immediately went into the cafe as the bell in front of the door rings. a familliar person quickly noticed it, and a dopey, wide smile crept onto his face when he saw kanade.

“ kanade-chan, over her’! “

mika waved to kanade from afar, kanade walked to him and sat on one of the chairs for the table mika was in. “ …..ahh.. sorry, i was a bit late.. “ kanade said, scratching the back of their head nervously. their heart seemed to beat faster from running. “ ??.. nnahh,, its fine! i think i jus’ came too early. i was hopin’ ya’d come! “ mika reassured, patting kanades head. the waiter slowly came to their table, giving them the menu.

“ so, what do ya wanna order ? i think i’d get the donut! i know ya really like strawberry donuts, so i wanna order ‘em for the both of us.. “ mika’s cheeks became as pink as the stawberry donuts on the picture of the menu.“ …. mmm… well, if you’re ordering the donut for me, then ill just take the cappuccino. “ kanade said. “ ohhh… alright then! i’ll jus’ get donuts for us. i don’ feel like eatin’ much.. “ the waiter writes down in their notepad about kanade’s and mika’s order. the waiter then took the menu and walked away. there was a slight awkward silence between kanade and mika after the waiter left, but kanade spoke:

“ ….so.. uh… oh, right. did you know theres multiple new clothing stores in a mall i used to go to a lot as a kid? “ kanade said. “ …i was hoping you might wanna.. join shopping with me? “mika’s face immediately brightened as soon as he heard that. “ nnggahh.. i wanna go wit’ ya ! tha’ sounds fun, and .. “ mika paused for a second. “ …to think i’ll be goin’ wit’ ya.. makes m’go all fuzzy.. “

the waiter then soon arrived with the food that kanade and mika ordered. they both were happy to eat the food and drinks while chatting happily with eachother. it has been a while since kanade has been this way. they felt… attached to him. kanade tries to shake the thought off and deny it by multiple times. though.. it was obvious how kanade seemed to love chatting with mika, and how kanade was the nicest to mika. it was also obvious how kanade kept looking at how mika and shu talked with eachother, feeling a teeny tiny bit of envy. …why hasnt kanade’s heart stopped beating ever since they arrived?

….i wonder if he genuinely cares about me.

—

kanade and mika soon have entered the mall, they escalated to the fifth floor to check out the new clothes stores. the stores range from hair accessories, to multiple choices of fashion. mika was definitely excited to check the stores out, taking kanade’s hand to check those stores out. kanade was startled by the sudden action, but didnt mind one bit.they both started checking out the accessories store. there were bracelets, hairclips, extensions, and some hairbands.

“ …oh, hey. “ kanade said, picking up the multiple purple hairclips. “ …i feel like this would suit you well, mikarin. i wanna see you wearing it, maybe… “ kanade kept their neutral expression that they always have on their face, but its obvious their expression seemed a bit more happy than usual. “ oohh.. i mean.. i don’ know if this will suit me… but if kanade-chan says so, ill try it on fer ya ! “ mika immediately clips on the hairclips, showing it to kanade after hes done clipping it to their hair.

“ how do i look, kanade-chan? “ mika looked at kanade with a wide grin.“ …you.. you look really great, actually.. “ kanade says. “ …im actually kind of jealous of how nice you look.. “ mika became giddy hearing it, but he grabbed kanade’s shoulder and looked at them with a serious expression. “ nggah.. but ya look so good wearin’ anythin’.. “ you can basically hear the frown and adoration in his voice. but truly, nobody can replicate how pretty you are…

kanade eyes widened, as they became red at the words of mika. kanade then paid for mika’s accessory, lovingly dragging mika out of the store. they looked down on the floor from the gaps of the floor. there was an aquarium. kanade was curious to check it out. “ ..ohh.. hey, theres an aquarium. do you maybe… wanna go check it out?? “ “ really?! i would love ta-!“ once kanade heard his answer, they immediately started running with their hand interlaced with mika’s.

“ nggahh?! s..slow down, kanade-chan-! "

—

kanade and mika are now in the aquarium. it was a dark place, but weirdly something in the sea made everything shaded blue. there was only a few people to be seen, weird. they were both met with adorable sea creatures swimming around the water, ranging from colorful to dull colors. they both felt nice. kanade places their hand on the glass of the water tank. it was truly beautiful… mika giggled at the sight. “ hehe.. yer really happy today, huh? “

“ …well, its not my fault the fishes looks cute. “ kanade said, staring into the distance. they slowly wondered, about something. “ …hey, if i was a fish, would you think im beautiful? “ kanade asked mika, tilting their head in curiosity for mika’s answer.

“ mmm… well.. i think yer pretty in every way-! “ mika then looked at kanade, they were shaded with a light blue, because they were so close to the glass. he felt like he saw something.. truly mesmerizing. he went red at the sight, becoming unresponsive. kanade looked weirdly beautiful under the shade. kanade then placed a hand infront of mika, shaking it. “ …hello? earth to.. mikarin? “ mika snapped out of it, and started stammering and almost falling back. “ n..nggah.. s..sorry, ya just looked so.. “ mika suddenly wraps his arms around them, burying his face into their neck. kanade was startled, but slowly hugs him back.

nothin’ could match yer beauty, not even the fishies..

—

soon, the clock on kanade’s phone turned 09:57 to 16:39, not noticing how the sky has faded into a warm orange. kanade and mika were walking along the streets, talking a lot to eachother.“ hehe, today was super fun! i love spendin’ time with ya, kanade-chan.. i miss the feeling a lot. “ mika smiled wide. kanade suddenly stops in their tracks, making mika suprised and looked back at kanade. “ …eh? kanade-chan, why did ya suddenly stop..? “

kanade seems to be spacing off, suddenly looking a little numb. there was a bit of sadness in their eyes as they stared into the distance, but they slowly diverted their eyes on the ground on the left. today was kinda windy, so all clothes were moving to the direction of the air pressure. both of mika and kanade’s hair were flowing through the air. they soon made eye contact with mika. it was like nothing exists besides them.

“ …hey, mikarin.. can you promise that we’ll be close together forever..? ….for everything to be the same as always..? “ kanade asked to mika, mika was a little suprised by the sudden request. “ ..eh? kanade-chan, why are ya suddenly saying stuff like that..? “

“ … “ kanade looked away once again, there was a silence between them for a few seconds, before mika started speaking. “ …i dunno if we ar’ gonna stay together like this.. but.. ill do my best to keep this way! “ mika holds both of kanades hands again. “ c’mon! lets go talk a lil’ at my dorm! ritsu-kun wont mind. “ mika then walked with kanade to ensemble square. there was a slight smile on kanade’s face, before walking with him. ‘maybe it was jus’ my imagination..’

i'll be here with you. always and forever.

[dustmusings]

shadows of kamino, chapter one: catalyst

tags/warnings: discussion of death/loss

a/n: okay, I'm very excited about this. I've been holding off on posting it for ages but I guess idc anymore lol. this is my entry for day one of @clonexocweek, as it is where (most of) the OCs are introduced to their respective clones :) I did a little introduction post about my characters which you can find on the masterlist ! the existing clones are all veryyyy baby in this, apart from Rex maybe. room for growth yanno? forgive them (and me)

next chapter / masterlist / join my taglist / chapter wc: 6.6k

— Indri

22 BBY, Month 9 / Kamino

Indri began her day as she began every day; by watering the flower atop her dresser. It was an Alderaanian flame-lily, given to her by Nala Se as a token of good will a few years ago. Watering the flower afforded Indri a small amount of joy in the monotony of her life on Kamino. It was the only thing in her small bedroom that proved that anyone lived there — otherwise, the room was spotless and sterile. It was customary on Kamino, to make your bed to perfection every day, to make sure nothing was out of place. Indri didn’t mind, she liked a clean space anyway.

Knowing that Nala Se would be along soon, Indri rushed to drag a comb through her hair, and noticed it was getting longer. She made a note of it on her datapad — it was getting to the point where the Kaminoans would start hassling her about unsafe practice in the lab, that she should keep her hair at a tidy length. A soft knock sounded at the door just after Indri had finished buttoning up her pinafore uniform, and she pressed the button to open it, finding Nala Se waiting for her outside.

“Hello Indri, how are you feeling this morning?” She spoke slowly, posing the same question as every other morning.

“I am feeling well” Indri replied with a polite smile.

“Good. Let us begin” The Kaminoan nodded and began to lead Indri towards the lab.

Indri didn’t get to see much of Kamino, apart from those few corridors between her quarters and the lab, as well as the usually miserable weather that went on outside of it. She also took her meals in the lab, despite always wanting to join the other clones in the mess hall. Nala Se forbade it. Indri couldn’t help but feel intrigued by the Jango Fett clones. The lab that she worked in everyday was relatively nearby to where they resided — the rooms where they were developed and trained. Despite the proximity, Indri had never been so fortunate as to see one, not up close at least.

“Your hair is getting long, Indri” Nala Se informed her as they approached the door to the lab, and Indri tried her best not to frown.

“I know, I will cut it tonight” Indri replied curtly, not bothering to turn towards her. She was a little worn down by the passive-aggressive nature of the Kaminoans, particularly when it was directed towards her, someone who adhered to their strict rules.

It wasn’t all bad though — on some days, a clone named Omega would help out in the lab. She was still young and didn’t really understand much of what they did in there, but Indri believed that her sense of wonder made up for it plenty. Indri looked forward to those days the most, but as she and Nala Se stepped into the lab, she realised that today wasn’t one of them. She hid her disappointment well, eating her morning meal before busying herself with her daily tasks. The day dragged on slowly, as always.

In the months prior, Indri had picked up some more tasks around the lab, and while it brought some semblance of accomplishment, it did little to quell her desire to work on more important things. Her goals were lofty, but the youthful positivity she carried with her meant that she hadn’t let Nala Se’s disregard of her own projects get her down just yet. She knew that the work she wanted to do was important, and took the Kaminoan’s comments in stride rather than letting them dissuade her.

By now she knew the nature of the Kaminoans, the people who created and raised her up from just cells. She was thankful for that, of course, but she also wished they could be a little more warm. With no other people but Omega to interact with, and receiving only direction and orders from them, she couldn’t help but feel a little lonely.

Eventually, her lunch hour came. Nala Se had stepped out of the lab, which was not unusual in and of itself, but as they usually took their lunch together, Indri couldn’t help but wonder what was holding her up. She peered out of the large window that lined one side of the room, noting that it was an unusually pleasant day. Leaning against the glass plane, taking in the parts of the city that she could see through it, she noticed that there was a platform not too far away. Indri reckoned she could find her way there easily enough.

She glanced over to the door, watching it for a moment. Her thoughts dwelled on the cold nature of the person she waited for, brows furrowing with frustration at her insistence to not let her outside of the lab. With Nala Se gone, there was a window of opportunity to leave that Indri didn’t often get to see through. Besides, Nala Se said she couldn’t eat in the mess, but she didn’t explicitly say that she couldn’t eat outside the lab. At least, that’s the way that Indri justified scurrying out of the lab and making her way through several halls, before ultimately getting lost.

She huffed out a breath, feeling slightly embarrassed by her poor directional skills, despite how close the platform had seemed. In her defence, there were no windows in the hall she was in, so it was hard to keep track of where it was, and of course there were no sign-posts to let her know.

“Who are you?” a voice called out, and Indri jumped, having thought she was alone in the hallway.

She whipped around to see who had spoken to her, and was shocked to find that it was one of the Jango Fett clones — not that there weren’t many of them, there were millions, but Indri had never actually met one before.

“I never see any girls on Kamino” he drew his eyebrows together slightly, his head dropping to the side to reveal a tattooed aurebesh five at his temple. “Well” he continued, “that’s not true, but I think I would have remembered seeing you here before”

“I— uh… I help Nala Se in the lab” Indri said unsurely, her voice quiet.

“Well… what are you doing here then?” he enquired further, raising an eyebrow and casting a glance around the hallway.

“Um…” she stuttered, a sheepish smile lifting her lips, her cheeks flushing as she clutched her lunchbox, “I was trying to reach the platform, but I got lost”

“Oh. Well then, follow me” the clone said with a proud smile, striding past her. Indri rushed to catch up, her shorter legs carrying her at a significantly slower pace that the man’s. ”What’s your name?” he asked, rounding a corner.

“It’s Indri” she peeped out.

“And what are you doing on Kamino, Indri?”

She realised immediately that this was the first time hearing anyone other than the Kaminoans say her name. She decided right away that she liked the way it sounded when he said it.

“It’s my home” she shrugged, unsure of how else to answer.

“Your home?” he turned to look at her as they walked, his brows drawn together, “where are your parents?”

Indri returned his puzzled expression, “parents?”

The man reached a door and pressed the button on the control panel to open it up. Indri forgot about the conversation as her ears were filled with the sound of the ocean swaying back and forth gently, waves lapping around the base of the city. A smile gradually lifted the corners of her lips, having never heard such a thing before. The only time she’d been able to hear the sea was during the raging storms that would throw waves against the window of the lab. It was never this gentle, this calm. Maybe Kamino wasn’t so bad after all.

“You don’t have parents?” the clone asked her as he lead out onto the platform.

The freshness of the air was startling. Indri had never truly been outside before, the salty taste in the air was so foreign to her, despite having lived a whole life on this planet.

“No, the same way you don’t”

The clone turned to her, “wait, you’re a clone?” he surveyed her face, eyes sweeping across her features “but— you don’t look like me”

It was true, though pointless to mention, Indri thought. Her hair was pin-straight and a light sandy blonde colour, her eyes a fascinating sapphire blue, and her complexion much lighter than his own.

“I’m… I’m a clone of someone else, of course” Indri cocked her head to the side a little, confused at the man’s comment.

“Right, yeah, that makes sense” he muttered, scratching the back of his neck bashfully.

“Thank you for showing me the way” Indri smiled up at him.

The man beamed at the comment, his confidence evidently rushing back to him, ”oh, it’s no problem”

“I didn’t get your name” Indri noted.

“Oh right, it’s Fi-”

“Fives! You’ve got to stop running away or else we’ll all be in trouble”

The attention of the two clones on the platform was drawn to the door as a stern voice called out. Indri turned to see two people, one who looked identical to Fives, and a woman who was dressed in the same red tunic as the two of the,. She had thick red hair that poked out just behind her ears, and sharp green eyes, which were currently darting between her and Fives. “Oh look, Fives actually managed to talk to a girl”

“Stow it, Etta” Fives scowled at her.

“Well, go on… introduce us then” the woman named Etta walked towards them, followed closely by the other clone next to her. From the complexion of the woman it was obvious she was not a Jango Fett clone either, so Indri was doubly confused at Fives’ previous comments.

“This is Indri” Fives begrudgingly told her, then turned to Indri, “and this is Echo and Etta, they’re in my squad”

Echo nodded in acknowledgement, a warm smile directed to the blonde clone before addressing his brother, “speaking of our squad… we’re finally being deployed, and it’s soon”

Indri couldn’t help but chuckle at the specific tone of irritation that his voice carried.

“No way! We‘re actually being deployed?” Fives rushed over to them and Echo took hold of his arm as he turned on his heels to leave, not willing to let him slip through his grasp once more, it seemed.

“It’s almost like we’ve been running around for the last hour to try and tell you that” Etta rolled her eyes, following after the two clones.

“It was nice to meet you Fives” Indri called out, catching his attention before he disappeared through the doorway and smiling at him with an innocence he would only share for so much longer.

“It was nice to meet you too Indri, I hope to see you again!” He called back, waving as he got pulled into the corridor by Echo.

Indri sighed as she came down from the excitement of having met one of the clones. She sat on a supply crate, opening her lunchbox and digging in to the plain food inside. The meal was enjoyable, she hadn’t known food to be any better after all, and particularly as she looked out on the waves with no tinted glass to obscure it like usual. It was breath taking. She chewed on her food slowly, mesmerised by the way the water moved. She wandered over to the edge of the platform after a while, peering over and gulping when seeing how far down it was.

“Indri!” a voice called out to her, “get away from there!”

Indri turned to see Nala Se gliding over to her quickly, and she stepped back from the edge.

“What are you doing? You know you should stay in the lab!” The Kaminoan scolded, the most angry that Indri had ever seen her, perhaps the first time she’d seen her lose her composure.

“I’m sorry, it’s just such a nice day” Indri defended in a quiet voice.

“You are not to leave my side. Ever. Do you hear me?”

”Yes, mistress” Indri hung her head and followed Nala Se as she headed back inside, collecting her lunchbox on the way. Though it had been short lived, Indri had truly enjoyed her time outside. In fact, this was the best day she had had for as long as she could remember.

— Etta

22 BBY, Month 10 / Rishi Moon

Etta felt as if she couldn’t breathe. Although not inflicted by any bodily wound, she gasped for breath, and feared that nothing would go in. Her head spun, eyes watered, and she almost tripped over a part of the wreckage in her daze. All that remained of her squad now was Fives, Echo and Hevy. Droidbait and Cutup were dead. She knew that as soldiers, they had been trained to suffer these heavy losses, but as people, it felt different. They were part of her squad, her family, and now they were gone.

It was almost impossible to process. It didn’t make sense as she was reminded of their absense every second.

The remaining members of the domino squad were traversing the burning wreck of a ship, and the fire was only making Etta’s breathing more unsteady. She linked her hands behind her head and took a few deep breaths, trying to ground herself. Though with the situation she found herself in, it was hard to find something for her mind to cling to. Etta followed her squad forwards, letting her hands hang by her side with one final deep breath.

“Hands above your heads! Take your sun bonnets off” a clone’s voice shouted. It was the inspection team they were expecting, but they were pointing blasters at them. Etta huffed irritatedly. She didn’t have the patience nor the will to be dealing with anybody new at this moment.

“Uh… sir?”

“Take ‘em off! Now”

The freshly graduated clones obliged the man with the painted armour, pulling their helmets off to reveal their faces. Etta knew her face wouldn’t bring much comfort, only confusion, but she went along with her brothers all the same. The clone hidden behind the blue jaig eyes appeared to stare at her, his helmet locked in her direction, but only for a moment before a clamour drew his focus. A creature roared out from behind him, making Etta and her brothers jump back in fear.

The inspection team didn’t seem as phased. The one in front of Etta shot it down with an ease that sent a stroke of sickness through her stomach, her face contorting in a frown as the fear subsided. Cutup had been taken by the eel as easily as the shot had been fired, and for this clone to bring it down just so, she couldn’t help but think how undignified his death now seemed.

“Nice shot” Fives spoke up as the clone took off his helmet and bent down to inspect the eel. Etta immediately noticed that his appearance differed from that of her brothers, the closely cropped blond hair almost as startling as his nonchalance to the beast he’d just taken down.

“The name’s Rex” he stated flatly, holding his hand up to the light of the fire and inspecting the blue liquid that had seeped from the eel’s eye, coating his glove, “but you’ll call me ‘Captain’ or ‘sir’”

“Sir, yes sir!”

“I’m Commander Cody, your new boss” the other clone made himself known.

“My designation is trooper 27-5555, sir”

“We call him Fives. I’m Hevy. This is Echo”

“And who are you?” Rex stepped up to Etta, suspicion overtaking his features. He regarded her with an unwavering seriousness, brows set in a frown that made her straighten her back, the scrutiny making the hairs on her neck stand on end.

“CT-3774, or Etta if you prefer, sir” she replied firmly, praying that she wouldn’t crack under his hard gaze.

“You’re not a clone trooper”

It was clear to Etta what the question he meaned to ask was. His tone was accusing, and it was something she had heard from her betters for as long as she could remember; the specific frequency of suspicion.

“With all due respect sir, I am. I was trained on Kamino just like you” Etta kept her voice steady, not wishing to overstep any boundaries.

Rex’s expression was unreadable as his eyes flicked across her face, taking in her features as if to try and work out the mystery of who she was, albeit something she didn’t know herself. It was evident she wasn’t a clone trooper in the sense that he meant, but she wouldn’t be denied the only semblance of belonging she’d ever known from someone who knew nothing about her. The messy head of red hair, green eyes and freckles littering her pale skin had always made her stand out, but it had been a while since it had felt like it.

“Who are you a clone of?” he asked quietly after a few moments, the roaring of the fire almost drowning him out.

“I’m afraid I don’t know sir. The Kaminoans told me that information is classified” Etta answered to the best of her ability.

“We were confused at first too, but she’s telling the truth sir” Hevy interjected, ever ready to defend his squad.

“Enough. Where’s your Sergeant?” Cody interrupted the conversation to steer it back to the task at hand.

“Dead, sir. We’re all that’s left” Echo replied.

“Looks like we got ourselves a batch of shinies, Commander” Rex said, his eyes still locked with Etta’s. She hadn’t ever been one to defy her superiors, but she wasn’t going to back down from this staring contest first. The incessant need to prove herself as being just as strong as her brothers reared its ugly head, and she hardened her gaze as she replied, her jaw set.

“Shinies, sir?”

“That’s right” Rex broke their eye contact to look her up and down, taking in her modified armour. “Your armour, it’s shiny and new” he commented, then moved over to Echo, placing his hand on his chest to leave behind a handprint of blue liquid from the eel he had slain, “just like you”

Hevy stepped forwards with intention, “sir, me and my batchers are trained and ready. We’ll take back our post, shiny or not”

Rex turned back, the ghost of a smirk on his lips as his gaze lingered on Etta once more, “there’s hope for you yet, rookie”

Etta stood with her hands clasped behind her back as the others moved towards the gunships. Hevy had sacrificed himself for the rest of the squad, and the pain she felt was reflected back to her in the fire that remained in the wake of his efforts. On their first assignment off Kamino, the domino squad was now half the size it was when it left, and Etta felt that half of her missing already. She watched as the flames climbed higher and higher, her resolve crumbling with each tiny flicker.

With a small sigh, she pushed her helmet down from where it rested atop her head, and made her way over to the gunships behind the remainder of her squad. She climbed aboard without a word and took hold of the support up above her head, refusing to meet the visor of anyone around her. On the ride up to the starship, the four other clones engaged in light conversation, but Etta wasn’t tempted. She couldn’t help but feel the hand of guilt wrap around her heart, fingers squeezing and making her chest ache.

Etta’s squadmates knew not to bother her when she was like this, and she was thankful for that. It wasn’t often she got thrown into a stupor like this, but the circumstances were unlike anything she’d ever experienced, and she wasn’t dealing with it well. She hadn’t spoken to anyone since before Hevy had detonated the explosive, and her lips remained in a hard line under her helmet, determined not to let words slip until she got the opportunity to sort out her thoughts first.

A hand was gently placed on her shoulder, and her body went rigid.

“It’s okay to be upset” Rex spoke quietly, below the level of the conversation of the other clones.

Etta ground her jaw, her hands tightening into fists and making the material of the support she held creak under the pressure. “With respect, sir, I am every bit as strong as my squad mates, and I don’t want to be seen as weak just because you don’t think I’m one of you” her voice was ice cold, tinted by indignation and the quick irritability of her fragile state of mind.

“I didn’t mean it like that, Etta” he said softly, and she turned her head a little at the use of her name, “losing brothers is part of the war, always has been and always will be. It doesn’t get any easier, but it’s better to feel the loss than to push it away”

Etta gave him a curt nod as a thank you, and Rex returned to the others. Before she could stop it, a tear slipped from her eye, and she let herself give in. Tears kept flowing silently down her cheeks, her helmet covering the slight quiver in her lip, a though the salty liquid rolled from the bottom of her helmet as she realised this was what the life of a soldier was. Somehow nothing in her training had prepared her for the reality of it. This war would mean the possibility of losing those close to her at a moment’s notice, though because of that it also gave the promise of finding brotherhood among her fellow clones. She decided then to cling to that idea instead.

— Minra

21 BBY, Month 1 / Kamino

“Ah, Minra. It’s good to see you”

Minra stepped into the Prime Minister’s office, cautiously optimistic about her first encounter with him since the end of her training period. She had received specialist training from various bounty hunters, and as far as she understood it, she would go on to be one herself, acting on behalf of the Kaminoans. She hadn’t had the time to think about her place in everything until her training had finished, and now it was as if she were in some kind of limbo, waiting for the relief of knowing what the Kaminoans intended to use her for. She hadn’t stopped once to think about what she was doing, whether anything she would go on to do was something she wanted, but now every possibilty was running through her mind and she couldn’t sort her own will from that of the person before her.

“Please, take a seat” Lama Su gestured to the seat across from him in the bright white room, and she planted herself into it gently, awaiting her host saying anything pertaining to her purpose.

“I understand you have finished the training course we constructed for you” he stated plainly.

“As of two rotations ago, yes” she nodded once, shifting in her seat.

“Good, good”

An uncomfortably long silence hung in the air, and Minra wasn’t sure if there was something else she should have said. Every interaction she’d had with the Prime Minister thus far had been brief, to say the least. Lama Su would ask her how she was getting on, and she would say she was getting on well, no regard for what the truth of the matter was. That was the most it had amounted to, and understandably so. Why would one clone have such a personal relationship with the Prime Minister of Kamino?

“Minra… you are aware of what is expected of you now that your training is complete, are you not?” Lama Su spoke carefully.

Minra kept her expression impassive, “I am not certain of exactly what will be required of me”

Lama Su took a moment to digest her statement, readjusting his posture for a moment. “I have watched your development with great interest, Minra. Myself and Taun We have made sure that you have had access to the very best teachers and resources in order to prime you for a very specific role”

The suspense was killing her. She had a lot of patience for the Kaminoans, after all, they were an incredibly intelligent species, but sometimes their slow speech pattern drove her up the wall.

“Minra, we require you to act as an assassin, by appointment of myself. You are not at the command of the Republic, but solely myself, and by extension, the Kaminoan government”

It was hard for Minra to completely hide her shock. While the leap from ‘bounty hunter’ to ‘assassin’ was more of a step, the title seemed far more significant, and certainly far more illegal. She swallowed the lump that had quickly formed in her throat, forcing a steady breath through her nose.

“This is not what you expected” Lama Su observed.

“Not exactly, Prime Minister, but it is nevertheless an honour. My training has prepared me aptly and I am eager to begin working in this role” Minra spewed out what she figured he might want to hear. It wasn’t necessarily a lie but the words felt strange on her tongue nonetheless.

Lama Su chuckled. He could see right through her.

“There is no need to be so eager, young one. This role will not have you on the go very often. The majority of your days will be spent here on Kamino, training, with check-ins from myself and Taun We. Though I am pleased that you are keen to step into the role”

Minra forced a polite smile, “it’s what I was made to do, sir”

“And you shall get to do it. For now, I want you to rest up. Tomorrow, we shall discuss further. Report back here at 0900” Lama Su slowly stood from his seat and pressed the button to open the door.

“Of course. Thank you for your time Prime Minister” Minra stood and bowed her head to the Kaminoan, exiting the room swiftly.

It was getting towards curfew by the time Minra had made it back to her assigned room. She had been offered an upgrade after finishing her training, but she liked how lived-in her current room felt, and in the end she couldn’t bear to part with it. It wasn’t as if anything particularly special had happened in it, but it had become her sanctuary, a restful space away from the constant scrutiny of the Kaminoans, or her minders, or anyone else that resided on Kamino for that matter.

As she laid down on her bed for the night, Minra allowed herself to dwell on the direction her life was going. She had no control over it, but a comforting thought was that she wouldn’t know what to do even if she did have control, so maybe it was better to just let the Kaminoans do what they wanted with her. Truthfully, she spent a lot of time blocking out thoughts about such things, for fear of the direction it might take her, the conclusions she’d arrive at.

She didn’t have or see reason for any loyalty to the Republic, so it didn’t concern her too much that she’d be operating outside of their bounds, at least in a legal sense. The Republic was heavily involved with Kamino nowadays, but the Kaminoans were still excellent secret-keepers, and Minra was one of those well kept secrets. The thought almost made her chuckle, until her mind brought forth just how many secrets the Kaminoans were keeping from her.

— Nyx

21 BBY, Month 2 / Kamino

“CT-9905, open the door”

Nyx was ignoring whichever Kaminoan was so insistently knocking on her door. She refused to acknowledge them unless they used her name, or at least tried to pretend they saw her as a real human being and not just an experiment.

“CT-9905, you must report to your training facility immediately, or action will be taken”

Nyx rolled her eyes. Action will be taken. That’s what they always said. A few cut meals was the most they would do.

“CT-990—” there was a pause, “Nyx, would you please—”

The Kaminoan was cut off by the door zipping open, and Nyx moving past them without so much as a word.

The facility that Nyx was required to train in was on the other side of the city. The Kaminoans insisted on torturing her by making her train adjacent to the other defective clones, despite not having anything to do with their squad. Nyx was created after the rest of the defective clones — an afterthought, as she was so often reminded by others — and while they were set to graduate any day now, she was still to complete her training. Nyx didn’t necessarily love the idea of being part of a team from a strategy point of view, especially with the type of missions she was designed to do, but she had to admit that she was jealous of them. Only to herself, of course.

The room that Nyx had trained in all her life was separated from theirs, but only by a glass panel, meaning she could watch them, and they could watch her. It made her uncomfortable at first, but she had mostly gotten used to it by now. Although, it was a constant reminder of her misfortune of training with droids, where the others had the luxury of actual company.

After her long morning walk, Nyx arrived late, as usual. She didn’t usually care, and today was no different. As she approached the door to her training room, the adjacent one swung open, and the roaring laughter of Wrecker, the largest of the bunch, rang out in the sterile corridor, livening it up. Nyx knew that only he was capable of such a thing.

“Hey there, baby sister!” Wrecker called out to her as she approached. She hated that he’d call her that, given how untrue it was. It was obvious from the way she looked, with her olive skin and distinctly sharp features, but sometimes she wondered if maybe Wrecker just didn’t realise.

”How many times must I tell you Wrecker? She is not our sister” the intelligent clone, Tech, spoke up with evident irritation in his tone, a long-suffering sigh accompanying his words.

“I know, I know” Wrecker grumbled, directing a wide grin at Nyx. Against her better judgement, she cracked a secret smile as she turned away from them.

Nyx had never actually spoken a word to any of Clone Force 99. Then again, she hadn’t spoken a word to almost anybody apart from Nala Se. The sound of their footsteps receded, and Nyx briefly wondered why they weren’t staying for training today. Perhaps it’s already time for their graduation. She sighed at the thought of it. She didn’t like feeling behind.

“Nyx?” a voice called out as she opened the door to her training facility, causing her to turn in its direction. She saw Tech standing alone in the corridor, his datapad clutched in his hand at his side. Nyx was surprised that he knew the name she had given herself; perhaps he had heard the Kaminoans discussing it. She raised her brows slightly, urging him to continue.

“Um… we are graduating today” he began, eliciting little reaction from Nyx who had already put that much together, “I just wanted to say, I am aware that we haven’t spoken… well, at all— but I wanted to wish you the best with the rest of your training, not that I think you particularly need it”

Nyx didn’t know all that much about her defective counterparts, but she was had been astute enough to realise that the intelligent clone was not the most sentimental of people. The uncharacteristic well-wishing took her aback, though she tried not to let it show in her bearing. She felt a small taste of that bond that permeated through Clone Force 99, the thing she craved above all else, and a warmth spread through her chest, the feeling so uncommon that for a moment she feared she had come down with an illness. For the first time in her life, she felt overwhelmingly compelled to talk to a fellow clone.

“Thank you Tech” she gave a grateful nod, “I wish you the best too, not that you particularly need it either”

Nyx could see Tech’s eyes sparkle with an unknown emotion behind his goggles, which he adjusted as he unexpectedly got a response from the elusive CT-9905. She had to hold herself back from grinning ear to ear at his reaction, she’d be damned to let this break her aloof streak.

“Oh— well, thank you Nyx. Goodbye” he took a step back, surprise colouring his tone, and Nyx favoured him with a short wave as he turned away, walking quickly to catch up with his brothers.

Nyx could imagine that another member of the so-called ‘bad batch’ would boast to their brothers that they finally got her to talk to them, same as any of the other clones might, but she had faith that Tech didn’t care about such things. His goodbye and good luck had felt genuine, so she hoped he wouldn’t say anything — not that it mattered now. She wouldn’t see any of them again, right?

A small part of her hoped she would.

— Tiyunne

21 BBY, Month 2 / Kamino

Tiyunne was making the finishing touches to the attack shuttle that would be being sent into an active war zone before long, no doubt losing its shiny new look all too soon. The clones that would be taking it off her hands were graduating today, so it was safe to say she was behind schedule. She would attest that it wasn’t her fault; mechanics were few and far between on Kamino, so she always had her work cut out.

“Excuse me, are you going to be done soon?” a voice called, and she quickly rolled out from under the ship to see a group of mis-matched clones looking down at her.

“Wow, look at the lot of you” she chuckled as she stood to meet them, “I guess Jango’s DNA really is being stretched nowadays huh?” She smirked at the group of fresh-faced clones with a hand on her hip.

“I’ll have you know that we are actually specially—”

“Special? Is that what they’re telling you?” she countered, laughing heartily at the unimpressed expression of the goggled clone. “I’m kidding” she chuckled, “I’ve heard all about how special you lot are”

Tiyunne assessed the group, her discerning gaze taking in each of their unique appearances before landing on the clone furthest to the right. He looked particularly uninterested in whatever was going on, arms crossed across his chest and what seemed to be a permanent scowl contorting his features. He looked unlike any clone she’d ever met, but more than anything else, it was his tattoo that caught her attention.

“Three guesses which one’s the sharpshooter, right?” Tiyunne smirked at the silver-haired man, but his face remained contorted in a scowl. “Alright alright, no need for all the hostility”

“That’s Crosshair, he’s just… um— like that. I’m Hunter” the shortest clone, with longer hair that was held back by a bandana, held out his hand. Tiyunne took it in her own and chuckled as he shook it.

“You’ve gotta work on that handshake man, no one’s gonna buy into your ‘bad boy’ bit if that’s the strength of your grip” she teased, unable to hold back her grin.

“What? I— I’m not doing a bit” Hunter’s flustered response earned a small smirk from Crosshair, and the two unnamed clones chuckled along with Tiyunne.

“Well, anyway” she drew the focus from the embarrassed clone, “I’m Tiyunne. What are your names?”

“My name is Tech, and this is-”

“I’m Wrecker” the large clone interrupted, evidently excited, “is our ship ready?”

“Sure is” she smiled warmly at him, almost instantly enamoured by the childlike wonder in his eyes, “go and have a look around if you want”

The three most cheery clones of the batch made their way on board, Crosshair hanging back and inspecting the outside of the the ship.

“What? You’re not eager to get in there?” Tiyunne asked, a small smirk winding its way onto her face.

Crosshair just glanced over to her and shrugged slightly. She rolled her eyes to herself, figuring she wasn’t going to get much out of the clone, and began to gather up her tools, putting them back in her toolkit haphazardly. She never much cared for organisation, and she always seemed to know where each tool ended up anyway.

“How did you find yourself on Kamino?” Crosshair asked, his voice a quiet murmur.

Tiyunne looked back at him, surprised that he had actually engaged in conversation. He still didn’t look particularly interested in her answer, but she’d figured that she’d give it nonetheless. Opportunities to tell people of her true nature were few and far between, and she enjoyed the look of surprise when they found out.

“Well” she turned fully, placing her hands on her hips, “truth be told, I’m Kaminoan property”

“You’re a clone?” he raised a disbelieving eyebrow, though otherwise remained unshaken by it.

“Yup” she leaned in, her mouth curling into a grin as she spoke in a hushed voice, “but don’t tell anyone”

Crosshair just hummed in response, tipping his head to the side as he regarded her for a moment. Tiyunne always stood with a certain confidence, her shoulders back, back straight, limbs lose. For the first time in a long time, she felt some of that confidence flicker. She had never cared about the people who judged her, it was not in her nature, but the manner in which Crosshair narrowed his eyes and pressed his lips together with his eyes devoid of emotion, she couldn’t help but put up her guard a little further.

“Well, anyway, have fun with your new ship. She’s a real beauty, so take care of her” Tiyunne poke, her tone light as she picked up her oil-soaked gloves and stashed them in her toolkit. She turned to him once more as she threw her toolkit over her shoulder, a small smile gracing her lips, “it was nice to meet you Crosshair”

Crosshair nodded to her and watched her walk off, taking a toothpick from his belt and placing it between his teeth.

extra a/n: so… the kaminoans are kinda the bad guys of this story if you couldn't tell lol. it’s sort of hard to detangle them from how the clones are raised sooooo yeah. If you don’t vibe with that then don’t read pls :) also you can join the taglist for this here or anywhere else that my taglist form is linked :)

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Tell me about the lüften au!!!

(I'm sorry I'm too tired to title it)

ofc ofc!!!

Okay so in Lüften Au Remus is actually an air spirit who posesses most germans & austrians and lots of other europeans to open their windows regularly to let him in to roam their homes freely. He's crushing hard on this one special human though (Sirius, obviously) who barely ever opens his windows because he lives in the UK where it's always miserable and grey and wet and cold outside. No matter how many leaflets about toxic mold prevention or the health benefits of fresh air Remus manifests to appear in Sirius's mailbox, he is lucky if he opens the front door to let him in for a few seconds a day. But then suddenly influencers discover lüften as a "lifestyle"! As opening your windows to let in fresh air becomes a "new" trend the question remains: will Sirius participate in this trend too or will he go against the stream and keep shutting out his one true love?!

made up wips ask game!

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⚔️👑 shield and scepter 👑⚔️

Howdy, y'all! So my wonderful mutual @raemeh did this really cool fanart of my royalty Swiftli au (the fic for which can be found here), and I had some little design ideas about them in my wips, so I thought I'd post the two of them here! Thank you so much to everyone who's enjoyed it <333

[worldofthraeia]

Find the Word Tag

I asked @fairyhalo for some words. :3 Thanks for humoring me!

My words: Run, house, and beautiful. Using Lady of Birchgrove.

Run

She tried to dredge her way back to the encounter, ignoring the pain she had felt. "The man did something…" She said tentatively and Oliver focused on her, she held her hand up like she was clutching something. "He had like this glass ball, but only after Silv fell." The space between Silvia falling and Nyx running to her side was hazy and fragmented, the fear making it hard to recall. "Was it magic?" Oliver questioned.

House

They passed by houses with low cobblestone walls encompassing small gardens. It would have been a very pleasant walk was it not for the unease that permeated her companions.

Beautiful

Nyx schooled her face as Chrysta returned, scrubbed and wearing a different shirt. She smiled despite herself as she stepped out, marveling that such a beautiful girl could be hers. “We’re gonna have to run for it, Momma can’t convince him to come inside.” Nyx nodded solemnly. “Ready when you are.”

Tagging (gently, only if you'd like.): @space-writes, @paeliae-occasionally, @mixing-bowl-of-stories, @paintedbutton, and

@akindofmagictoo and anyone else who would like to! :3

Your words: Concern, blue, and dust.

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Here’s the drabble. A bit too nervous to put it on my blog so in an ask it goes, enjoy!

You’ve been invited to the family burrow for dinner once again. You talk with the elders, entertain the young’un’s and gossip with the buns your age but after you’ve eaten your fill you begin to feel a familiar drowsiness. Either the food here is really that good or they’re spiking it. You manage to stay awake long enough to get a moment alone on the couch. So soft and plush. Maybe get a little comfortable and move the pillows a little. Get it just right. Closing your eyes for just a minute wouldn’t hurt.

It felt like less than a moment to you but after a while Nyx comes looking for his companion, only to find you softly snoozing on the couch. It does look really cozy. And Nyx does love cuddling his precious predator. Just a minute wouldn’t hurt. A minute snuggled under your arms. You hardly notice him moving your arms to get comfortable, resting his little head on your chest and listening to your heart beating.

You’re in such a deep sleep it’s easy for him to just get lost in the calmness of it. The only thing interrupting the moment being the occasional soft snore. To think, the heart he’s listening to is almost the same size as his head, just beating away inches below him. Slowly and surely, the other buns start getting comfortable around you. Before Nyx can really be left to rest though ma bun needs him to help finish the dishes. Gently nudging him to lead him away, when he tries to slip free of your sleeping grasp he’s stopped, your fingers curling into claws.

For a moment he thought he had woken you up, but looking over at you, you were as asleep as ever. Despite all of this, your hand doesn’t loosen. He tries to more swiftly wriggle out of your hands only to get nowhere, your instincts clasping down on him harder, a low grumble resonating in your throat. He had only heard that a handful of times before. The sound was enough to put Nyx’s family on edge. Was this your unconscious protecting your prey? Your food?

To their surprise Nyx looked completely at ease, he knew what you were thinking about. That growl was one he had only heard when you threatened other predators. One he had only heard while you protected him. He knows he’s safe in your clawed arms. Even fast asleep, you tried to keep him safe.

Being pinned to a predator is a good excuse to get out of doing the dishes though. That’s definitely his excuse for not moving from now on

BRB SCREAMING AND CRYING THIS IS SO PERFECT!!!!

The fear of a predator in his family, the trust Nyx has over being kept safe in his partners grasp, trusting those sounds that once might have terrified him now only make him feel protected and safe im sobbing here!!

I don't wanna add on cause this is your story to shine but absolutely yes 100% you have him nailed thank you