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me: i’m gonna write

also me: actually i’m going to spend the next 40 minutes lying on the floor while my brain plays a movie trailer for a novel that doesn’t exist and that i will never write. but it’s a really good trailer

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quartz-stable, dunite-stressed for @kcrabb88

The stones rise from the wet-grass sea. They do not settle in place - they have had no settling to do, not here. They are older than this valley and this vegetation, and the settlement on the hillside. He doesn’t intend to bother them, adept as he is at tucking his Force presence close and cloaked, no matter how things seem to tilt towards these unmoving, long-enduring behemoths. Quinlan checks out a Force anomaly and it interacts oddly with his psychometry. He has to cope with the consequences. (Obi-Wan helps).

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#22 and, as ever, an Obi-Wan feature~

#22 (given the prompt, a lil gore-y)

“Shit. Shit, that’s a lot of blood.”

It drooled off of the table in long strings, puddling grotesquely at the legs and whorling outwards as the slope of the room kicked in. The body on the table was nigh unrecognisable, more meat than man. It didn’t bode well for the success of their rescue elsewhere.

He stepped nearer, even if his stomach wanted to turn itself inside out rather than witness anything more of this cruelty. Very little skin was visible between the tattered clothing, the blood, the ... horribly regular incisions. He didn’t need to touch anything to know he was gone. That the blood had cooled enough to have gone that kind of sticky – the volume of it – it was clear enough he was looking at a corpse.

But, Force, it hurt.

A hand settled itself at the nape of his neck, grounding. Obi-Wan’s horror dovetailed with his but underneath the grief-steadfast-hope still thrummed. “You don’t need to relive that one, darling. He won’t be forgotten.”

“No,” Quin said, and it was like the sky had opened up just to ache with him. “No, he won’t. Let’s go find the bastards that did this and make sure they can’t repeat it.”

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#16! You know who! ehehehe Obi-Wan x Your Choice~

#16

"Force, I'm so sorry, it'll be over soon, I promise," he said, voice strangling in his throat.

Cody, crimson-faced and eyes streaming, turned a tellingly blank look on him and Obi-Wan raised his hands as if to shield himself. He tried to swallow the laugh down again but it was climbing higher in his chest, determined.

"You said you liked spicy, Cody, I didn't think - why would you ask for extra hot?" The laugh escaped as he passed over the second glass of blue milk to his poor dear Commander. "I'm accustomed to trusting your analysis of the situation, my dear, but I'll have to think twice on spice levels apparently."

The second glass clunked empty to the tabletop. Voice absolutely wrecked, Cody growled, "I have no idea what you're talking about sir, this was the desired outcome."

Feel free to send in prompts from the list! <3

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#1! You know who~

#1! (Little carried away but THATS WHY WE DO BAYBE)

“Shit. Shit, shit, shit, c’mere.” He'd never feared Obi-Wan being beyond his reach like this, as his friend staggered in a decidedly non-Kenobi fashion, sidestepping another pedestrian - a frowning Mon Cala with arms full of bagged fruit - by pure chance. Quin followed, a natural partner in any dance of Obi-Wan's, managing to barely snag his sleeve.

Obi-Wan reeled even with Quinlan as anchor, trying to pull him close and nearly dropping them both to the ground with that odd propensity of his for gaining density with decreasing consciousness. Quinlan wrestled an arm around him. Sweat was already beading over a too-pale upper lip. "Quinny, darling, I think I might be a touch unwell."

"Yeah, babe, maybe a little. Let's find somewhere quiet, yeah? Don't look down, Obi, it won't help." Obes started to look down, of course, immediately, and Quin touched his chin. "Look at me, sweetheart."

Whites showed too much around the blue, his pupils all but lost in the silver-capped sea of it. "You are so beautiful, Quin."

"You have the worst timing, you flirt," Quinlan said back, scanning his memory and his surroundings for the best route away from this crowd. The sticky-wet spreading under his hand had his own sweat spreading cold in the small of his back. "You know what happens when you flirt mid-mission, babe."

"Bant wins the bet," Obi-Wan said very faintly. "Quin, I do still have legs, correct? Only...only, I don't think I can feel them anymore."

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Yeah okay if you send me an ask with a number I'll throw together a short paragraph of something (you can ask for a specific character or ship and I'll *try* haha)

dialogue prompts for ~injury~

!!please credit/tag me!!

“Shit. Shit, shit, shit, c’mere.”

“Someone get the medic. Get the medic!”

“Hey, hey, shhhh. Shhhh. You’re okay.”

“You did so good. Don’t worry, you-you did so good.”

“Here, lean on me. I can carry you.”

“We’re gonna fix you up, brand new. I promise.”

“No. No, stop. Stop talking like that. You’re gonna be fine.”

“Okay. Okay, here’s what we’re gonna do—fuck.”

“I know, I know it hurts.”

"I don't care. I'm not leaving you."

“I’m going to lift you up, okay? Tell me if it hurts.”

“Where are they? Where are they?!”

"I would believe that you're fine, but you have a goddamn knife sticking out of your leg, so."

"You just watched them die."

"This is going to hurt, okay?"

"God, I'm so sorry, it'll be over soon, I promise."

"How many fingers am I holding up? ... I don't have six fingers."

"Stop. No. Wake up. Wake up! I said wake up!"

"I came as soon as I heard."

“Get away! You’re hurting them!”

“Please be okay. Please be okay, please be okay—”

“Shit. Shit, that’s a lot of blood.”

“You dumbass. Don’t do that. Ever again.”

"Help them! Please!"

"You scared us all back there. I... Including me."

"[name]? [name], this isn't funny. Stop... please..."

"Breathe... breathe. Look at the stars, kid."

"It was supposed to be me... please, no, [name], please..."

"Tell me where it hurts, and be specific."

“You’ll be fine.” *silence* “You’ll be fine. Hey! Wake up! Please. Please wake up…”

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

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Okay I have not pulled it back entirely. Or at all. I'll get my scheduled bits back on track probably in a couple weeks (maybe next) when I don't have new lectures to keep up with and can more easily be writing as a study break instead of swapping between assignments for that xD

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Raincoat (yeah we're back with that one)

He wasn’t the only one up, either. Spoon was awake in the kitchens, which meant he was well into losing a chance to sleep at all, clattering quietly away. He heard the rhythmic drum of his knives busy rendering some poor root vegetable down to soup-base.

A handful of troopers were in the training rooms, several more in the rec’ rooms he’d given permission to create (with a sick feeling of needing to grant permission for them to relax), and occasionally he saw others travelling the halls.

They moved slowly though, presumably just awoken and drowsy with it.

He paced faster, swept the engineering and sub levels, the hangars, a very lost asteroid swinging in and out of orbits as he was caught up in each new tug of direction. The ship sprawled out around him in his sense of the Force, a lounging predator – one he was a part of, and the shudder worked down his spine one vertebra at a time. Click, click, click, like claws on bone. Like plastoid being attached. Like his pottery-self all spilling out and back together.

A hand gripped his shoulder and Obi-Wan dropped into his bones with the sudden jerk of a speeder crash.

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Down in the Mud Part 3 - Codywan!

I made it! Barely! But we got there!!

Anyway, please enjoy the third installment of Down in the Mud, wherein we finally get Obi-Wan's perspective on some of these events!

Hope you like, and happy May 4th <333

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Last Night on Earth (Quinobi)

The tap at his door was customarily polite - if unexpected. Even more unexpected, as he stood and crossed to open it, was the briefest spasm of stress-grief-impatience that flared - and just as promptly vanished - from his visitor.

Explicit

Author Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Happy May the 4th!!!

I've been in the fandom for a whole year holy crap, and now writing for it for six months, it's been amazing and I'm planning on continuing xD

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I'm not posting snippets this week because that's how this week is going (actually great, I'm Getting Shit Done but certain things are suffering for it)(mostly sleep if I'm real)

BUUUUT

I'm posting two Actual Fics next week on the fourth (or like, finishing down in the mud and throwing up my new one which possessed me, last night on earth)

So that ought to make up for it xD and I actually actually should be caught up and doing things comfy again, if not quite ahead xD

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ATSLYCI - kinda - snippet (Quinobi)

“You can't just harass anyone who doesn't like me, Obes.” A glass appeared in front of him, interrupting his brooding stare off the balcony. The amber liquid sloshed invitingly, the surface tension rolling silk-thick as top-shelf tended to.

He sneered at the glass.

“Pah! Their tastes are irrelevant - and I hardly go and bother every sapient you have an altercation with, Vos, don't be ridiculous.” Obi-Wan schooled his face and turned to have the delicate metal railing at his back. Beyond Quinlan and his offered glass, and the forearms he was pretending not to admire in the midst of his irritation, was the mass of glittering partygoers expecting Jedi stoicism.

“Just most of them?” Quin asked, batting his eyes. It was more effective than it should have been. He bit the inside of his cheek.

“Just the ones that should know better. Like you? If they've the bad taste not to, it's no business of mine. But to assume such nonsense shows they're neglecting their observational practices and - the entire premise is flawed! What do they think you do, Quin?”

Quinlan laughed, and it surprised the edge off his temper. “My most fierce defender might be biased here. If they don't know what I do, then I'm doing my job well.”

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Down in the Mud part three (final sneak peak)

“Sir.”

The bags under his eyes ached – his orbital sockets felt like they’d shrunk several times in the wash and were throttling his poor tired eyes. Helix looked nearly as exhausted, Kea grey with stress.

“Obi-Wan,” Helix said, and he had Obi-Wan by the elbow from stabilising his slump. “You’re going to unravel at the seams, sir. We need to stop these dreams as well as these osik mind-control chips.”

“Quite.” he said hoarsely. “Only, I think I might be stopping them from affecting Cody instead, and he needs to recover. I can manage, Helix. The chips are far more pressing, especially considering-”

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The edge of the forest was a little quieter than it ought to be, the hustle and bustle of small creatures spooked by the activity in the nearby village and the slightly flat quality to the air. Wood sat, leaned against a sturdy elm, their many layers of robes sprawling around them. He fidgeted with a runestone, considering their carving tools, but instead just worried at the stone with his finger pads.

He hadn’t wanted to come, particularly. It would be good to see his friend put into the earth, the next step in the unwavering cycle of the web of life but – they really hadn’t wanted to come. The town was uncomfortable to them, too open, too...exposed. Wood preferred their trees, their collection of buildings tucked between, against, and within those trees, the clearings thick with gardens and compost carefully tended, the nooks and small caves and covered spaces where new saplings and fungi flourished.

He pressed a hand to his face against the grief of having a farewell turn into a goodbye sooner than looked for. Wood rose then, scattered some crumbs for the creatures living in the edges, and turned their face to the graveyard he had an appointment with, even as the bell in the town rang a timekeeping.

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on the tip of my tongue (Quinobi)

For @clearbluewaters <3

Summary:

The vase gleamed dully at him, covered in artistic red sweeps that were not the runes that had been spotted on the real article, and he swallowed his curse. Breathed in deep, deep, deep, and held the breath until the release of it loosened his back and shoulders on the exhale. Quinlan doesn't miss on many of his missions, but this one slips through his fingers - for now, at least. How interior decorating choices start a series of events that save the galaxy.

Do mind the tags!

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I know I know it's Monday. Well. It's Monday somewhere.

But we're about to hit 20k on the fic I meant to finish a week ago (being sick is So Fun) and I want to f i n i s h i t

And it's so very in the end run and this is the longest thing I've written, pretty much ever. Certainly to be published, holy shit. It's so long.

So that's what I'm doing this fine evening (very early morning)

It's fine don't even worry don't even worry