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bayetea · 4 months ago

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Something that has always intrigued me about Frank/Hazel's dynamic is how interracial marriages were prohibited in Louisiana (and like fifteen other states) until 1967 with the ruling of Loving v. Virginia and how that would have impacted the development of their relationship because that would be such a culture shock for Hazel to experience. Do you have any thoughts on this?

(p.s. loving hippocrene so far, you're probably the best Frazel writer I've seen)

omg yes I think about this allll the time 😩 (and thank you for reading hippocrene I'm so glad you like it!!!) there's so many layers to this and I'm fascinated by it all. I think that in order to find an answer to this there's a lot to unpack first

(tags: frazel, character analysis, rr crit, some camp jupiter analysis, us history and segregation-era racism, canadian racism, anti-black and anti-asian racism, poc interracial dating, and just being candid about race in general idk. also this is very long)

so on one hand hazel isn't new to interracial romance, because she was already kind-of-sort-of "involved" with sammy (who presumably wasn't afro-latino; hazel notes sammy as mexican american in son + says that sammy considered himself colored and indian. you can certainly still headcanon him or leo as afro-latino tho). and the thing with anti-miscegenation laws was that they weren't usually concerned with interracial poc x poc relationships.

they existed to preserve white racial "integrity" (particularly to "protect" white female purity from black men), to prevent black people from achieving the same social status as white people, and to uphold segregationist ideas about the "necessary" separation of the races. you see the echoes of stuff like this in hazel attending a school for "colored kids and indians"; it didn't (usually) matter that children of color from different ethnic backgrounds were intermingling as long as they weren't intermingling with white kids. (there was a 1932 louisiana state code passed that specifically prevented black people and native americans from marrying each other + concubinage, so if sammy did in fact "count" as indian, then they actually wouldn't have been able to get married until loving v. virginia had hazel stayed in the past)

I do think it's important to note that asians (and other races) were often an afterthought in jim crow era racial integrity + segregation laws (as was typically the case in the black-white binary racial system that the us was built on), and furthermore, jim crow policies were not uniform in scope across the us. in some cases, asian americans were lumped in with whites and in other cases they were lumped in with "colored" groups (they were 100% subjected to legal and social discrimination in either case though; in a lot of cases they were specifically excluded from even attaining citizenship). because of that, as far as I can tell, hazel could have hypothetically married someone of asian ancestry in louisiana - but I mean, there were very very few asian americans living in the new orleans during that time period to begin with, so it isn't so unlikely that hazel had never even met an asian person before she died, let alone spared a thought about her ability to marry one

but, hazel did spend 8-9 months at camp jupiter before she met frank (I'm getting that specific number from a line in hoh). these months would've been the biggest time period of culture shock in her life. camp jupiter is essentially a post-racial society as we understand it in hoo (but they've supposedly been stationed in the us for hundreds of years according to hazel in son) and while we don't have racial statistics for camp jupiter, I feel like it's safe to assume that the diversity of this camp and its racially integrated nature would have been absolutely mind-blowing for her (cj doesn't even "segregate" based on godly parent, which hazel expresses gratitude for. hmm interesting)

like can you imagine what the first month at camp must have been like for her??? hazel died before the civil rights movement even started. surely nico debriefed her on what to expect but man... she went from being segregated to living amongst underworld spirits for 70 years to having a white brother and sharing intimate spaces like the roman baths and sleeping barracks in racially integrated social groups. that must have been SUCH a culture shock I can't even imagine (and that's not even touching how things have drastically changed for women. seeing reyna, a woc, running a military camp must've been a whole source of amazement and disbelief in itself)

I bring this up solely to recognize that hazel did have some time (those 8-9 months) to acclimate to being unsegregated and intermingling with kids of different races. so by the time she meets frank (about 3 weeks pre-son, before his 16th birthday) she's probably not shellshocked to meet and befriend an asian guy. still, I think getting into a romantic relationship with one would have provoked some complicated thoughts from her, i.e. how does she relate to frank? she's probably never seen a black/asian relationship before, is it possible to make that work? is that a thing that happens in these modern times? it's not a bad thing to wonder about this stuff! frank grew up in the real world and hazel knows that. camp jupiter is not the real world, something with which she has no significant experience in her second life. I can definitely see her being curious and concerned about how race relations are in the post-2000s west (spoiler: they're not great) particularly between black people and asian people, since she's dating one. like she just doesn't know. how would she know?

going off of that, I would've never expected rick to get into the nuances of a black/asian interracial relationship in the books (nor would I expect him to handle that capably) but I have always considered it bad character writing to introduce a fascinating character like hazel, an undead time traveling black demigod from the jim crow south, and offer soooo little racial observations in her povs. hazel cannot be a character who doesn't think about race. she can't be a character who isn't hyperconscious of the things that makes her different or less than because her character is built around her countless experiences of being and feeling othered. she was othered by a white segregationist society in the 1930s (she literally had to sneak around with sammy at the "whites only" riding club), she was othered by members of her own race due to her mother's reputation as an evil witch, she feels othered as a girl from the past living in modern camp jupiter, and she feels othered as a resurrected girl amongst the living. and the crazy thing is that the books (specifically son of neptune) acknowledge all of these emotional complexities except for the most obvious one: hazel almost never thinks about race in her povs??? (or gender for that matter)

even after spending 9 months at camp jupiter, you would think that she would constantly be feeling some type of way about being around white people after growing up segregated (or even some relief that things in the present are better than they were in the past). you would think that she would be so alert with feelings of double consciousness (look up this term if you don't know what it means) but the most we ever really see from her is this:

we see hazel get mad that the amazons keep slaves (except they don't keep slaves it's like. a consensual bdsm thing. like it's literally bdsm according to kinzie there's no other way to interpret them in a way that doesn't suggest some kind of abuse. ok rick thanks for throwing that in there)

she expressed disbelief that "this rich white man is her father" irt seeing pluto for the first time (who apparently looks just like hitler. again thanks for that rick)

when she finds out that romans fought for the confederates in moa she says to jason's face: "as a girl whose grandmother was a slave, can I just say... not cool?" (I HATE this line lmfao I wish I could throw a tomato at rick for this) and then he has an incredibly awkward "not all white people" moment. I love jason to death but it was so awkward it made me sob. and then this whole thing about the confederates goes nowhere

I mean that's pretty much it where hoo is concerned. she referred to nico as a skinny white boy once and that was funny (but very inconsequential)

I always got the sense while reading the books that rick was extremely hesitant to get into this stuff for fear of doing something "wrong", but the consequence of such reservation is that he made his character, a black girl from the jim crow era, appear to view the modern world through a largely colorblind lens, and that just doesn't make any sense whatsoever for a girl who would have grown up seeing signs like "whites only" and "coloreds served in rear" everywhere she went as constant reminders that the world considers her subhuman (and isn't it crazy that she still died to save such a horrible world?). so when it comes to digging real deep into hazel's character you really have to fill in the blanks that the books don't provide (she has the 2nd fewest povs of the prophecy 7 which doesn't help)

SO. in context of alllll of those layers - what I mean to express is that even though you don't see this in the books, realistically, hazel must be well-aware of frank's racial (and cultural) differences from her. is she shocked/intimidated by the idea of being with an asian guy due to all of her experiences? my anticlimactic answer is... probably a little bit? really though, I think any potential shock on her end is subdued by the fact that frank is a fellow poc, and the primary obstacle to their relationship during hazel's first life would've been shunning and ostracization (and as said previously, she was already shunned and ostracized by her community because of her mom so. same old same old).

I will say that if hazel were dating a white person then THAT would probably yield sooooo much more conflict on her side of things (and if anyone is wondering: no, that doesn't make her racist. one can't expect a black girl from the jim crow era to not be sensitive to such things). if you're a person who ships hazel with any white characters then that could definitely be an interesting subject to explore, just try to approach that kind of matter with lots of empathy for someone of her background

I think part of it is also just the ease of being with frank. he's not intimidating. he may be older than her (by <2 years. pls let's kill the age gap misinfo in 2025) but he's a bumbling probatio dependent on her for guidance and companionship for his first few weeks in the legion. the boy is very sweet and very endearing. so while I'm sure hazel felt a little confused about a romance with a chinese boy initially I think it must have also been pretty clear within the first week of knowing him that like.... he's just a guy lmao like he's just a teddybear and he's so approachable, there's nothing to be worried about

and we could ask the question of how frank feels to be dating a black girl too, but I don't think there's nearly as much complication on his side of things because he's not from the jim crow era lol. he just really really really likes hazel (that boy is downbad horrendous from the get go). while it's not uncommon for families to pressure their children to marry within their own ethnic group, I truly can't imagine emily zhang putting such ideas into frank's head (and as I discussed in this post I made recently about the complications of frazel having kids, frank grew up not really invested in his own heritage to begin with). he's also canadian not american and I'm sure hazel doesn't know jack about canada but she would have cared enough to learn more about where he comes from early in their knowing each other

maybe before they were dating, frank would've had some concerns like "is she even into asian guys?" (very common thing for poc to worry about when they have a crush on someone of a different race). I think he just tries to be sensitive to the fact that she's from a different time - I totally see them having funny awkward conversations like "when I was a kid I almost drowned in a public pool" "when I was a kid I wasn't allowed to swim in the public pools" "... oh. I'm so sorry" LMAO. like he might feel like he has to walk on eggshells when it comes to hazel's experiences with racism in the 1930s because it's (understandably) very hard to talk about this stuff; his own experiences with racism are going to be very different from her own, and I imagine him perhaps feeling like it's hard to talk about those experiences with her because he might feel like they're so insignificant compared to her own (canada/vancouver, where frank grew up as a fourth-generation immigrant, does have a long legacy of anti-chinese racism, and this article from the guardian described the city as "the anti-asian hate crime capital of north america" during covid. that the zhangs are described as "one of the wealthiest chinese families in vancouver" doesn't erase the fact that they were living in an area that has specifically hated and discriminated against chinese people for a long long time).

allll of that said though, I don't think frank actually thinks about their different races so much. like idk maybe their wildly different hair textures are a source of fascination/appreciation, but otherwise I think their racial differences are generally unnoticed by him. this is a good thing but colorblindness can also be a bad thing sometimes. nuance or whatever

another kind of funny (and sad) thing is that frank and hazel both just have no real surviving family (I know nico is hazel's family + frank probably has mars siblings at camp but that's not what I'm talking about), and one of the biggest worries that interracial couples tend to have is how they're going to bridge the cultural gap between their families (or deal with racist family members) but marie is dead and emily is dead and grandma zhang is (presumably) dead so crisis averted lmao /j

the last thing I'll take note of is that interracial couples do face unique struggles that monoracial couples don't, that's just a fact. they get stared at in public more, they get harassed on the street, people say weird shit about what their babies will look like, they might get called a traitor by their own race, they have to prepare themselves for the unique challenges of raising mixed race kids (if they ever even want kids), etc etc etc. and yes, there are lots of people out there who still hate interracial relationships (as recently as the year 2000, 40% of alabama voters voted against repealing the 1902 statute that forbade interracial marriage. consider this in context of hoo taking place in 2009-the 2010s) it's all complicated and it's sometimes very uncomfortable. but I mean, so is everything else about hazel's life

and frazel is probably safe and fine as long as they're choosing to stay in camp jupiter/new rome instead of the real world, which again is presented in its current state as a kind of post-racial independent demigod society (they do have some weird obsessions with legacy-building and generational prestige though, and grandma zhang did seem to indicate that romans had an anti-chinese racist history irt frank's ancestor, hence why she wasn't sure if attitudes had changed during frank's lifetime. I do have to wonder about the presence of potentially bigoted lares at camp tho lol). can't say I actually buy cj as a race-blind utopia in the present day considering their history but again, I think that's what the books want us to believe. that frank and hazel, a chinese-african american couple, are co-praetors in toa (I never liked hazel becoming a praetor as a writing choice but w/e I don't care) of a place with a yucky racist history like camp jupiter, is almost kind of poetic justice I guess?

I hope all of that makes sense, and again I'm really glad that you like hippocrene!! if you're interested in this subject and remember this little tidbit from ch7:

then I'll just say that that uncomfortable subject will come up a little bit more between them in upcoming chapters because I think it's very interesting and worthwhile to talk about 😌 thank you for reading!!!

#fictional interracial couples in fandom spaces are a pretty interesting subject to me as well because audiences can just be #so bad at and incapable of understanding/engaging with/growing invested in them #I love frazel tho and I love them in son of neptune. there's so much to say about them #anyways. these are the things I type up instead of doing my homework #frazel #frank zhang #hazel levesque #rr crit #pjo hoo toa #rick riordan #riordanverse #heroes of olympus #percy jackson and the olympians #pjo character analysis #baye.txt #rick riordan critical

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hananoami · 8 months ago

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leon-stupid-kennedy · 5 months ago

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Resident Evil: The Darkside Chronicles ➳ Archives ➳ Memories of a Lost City ➳ Enemies

Town Zombie/Police Zombie

The citizens of Raccoon City were infected with the T-Virus through transmission by the city's rodent population. The subsequent zombie horde included many residents from outside of Raccoon City since many people were in town to attend a football game at the time of the outbreak.

Zombie Dogs

The Cerberus is a B.O.W. created by administering the T-Virus to a large Doberman. This creature, given the code number MA-39 by researchers, is extremely violent. In response to the virus, its skin is severly decayed, although its speed, jumping range, endurance, and aggressiveness are considerably heightened. It retains the group dynamics of its species and is skilled at attacking a single target in groups.

Crows

Crows that ate T-Virus infected flesh and/or insects and became infected themselves. They rarely attack as long as their territory isn't disturbed, but when they do attack, they peck their targets with their sharp beaks fiercely and repeatedly.

Licker

An evolved zombie with greater muscular structure and increased athletic abilities. They were named "Lickers" by members of the Raccoon City Police Department for their incredibly long tongues. Lickers have lost the use of their eyes entirely and track their prey using their highly-developed hearing. Their expanded brains and newly reformed muscle structure allows them to do things normal zombies can't. Their claws allow them to easily climb walls and cling to ceilings and make a dangerous weapon against any prey in the vicinity.

Lurker

A B.O.W. born from early experiments with the T-Virus made from an amphibian frog base. Their eyes and ears have devolved greatly in this form, but their ability to sense prey has evolved to an almost supernatural level. Their tongues have become strong enough to actually impale a human target with little effort. Their degestive systems have also developed to the point where they can swallow a human whole. Although their contain formidable offensive properties, the reason the Lurkers were not able to be employed as actual B.O.W.s is because of the gaping lack of intelligence.

Alligator

A baby alligator that was kept as a pet before being let loose in the Raccoon City sewers, where it was altered by the T-Virus. The effects of the virus included highly increased aggression and an increase in size to over 10 meters long. It normally inhabits the garbage dump, where food is most easily available. This creature is a special case, born by accident instead of planning, and there have been no reports of alligator-based creatures in Umbrella before or since.

Ivy

Officially named Plant 43, this B.O.W. was developed by analyzing the data from Plant 42. It was selectively bred to move on its own. It attacks prey with the two ivy-like appendages that give it its name, and inflicts fatal wounds by spitting digestive enxymes out of its head-like flower.

Tyrant T-103

This mysterious enemy suddenly dropped from a helicopter. At first glance, it appears human, but it can withstand being dropped from great heights, or sprayed with gunfire. It also appears to act with an objective, however, its purpose is unclear, it has overwhelming combat capabilities, and with the exception of its unprotected head, its body is impervious to small arms fire.

Because of what it wore, Leon referred to it as "Trenchy."

Evolved Licker

An improved Licker found in the Raccoon City underground laboratory. It differs from normal Lickers in color, durability, and claw size, but it attacks in the same manner.

Giant Moth

Giant Moths are the product of moths that were used in experiments in the Umbrella laboratories. They escaped and grew to huge proportions due to the T-Virus. For some reason, the Giant Moths' wings haven't grown in proportion with the rest of their bodies, so they can only fly a few feet off the ground, and only short distances.

Baby Moth

The Giant Moth larvae. Their bodies are only 30 centimeters or so in length, and their attack power is rather weak. They are attracted to warm-blooded organisms.

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Giant Spiders

These Giant Spiders were born from the disaster that ravaged all of Raccoon City. They're thought to have been created when the T-Virus was carried down into the sewers where they live. Despite their large size, they use the cover of the darkness of the sewers to sneak up on their prey.

Little Spiders

The Young of Giant Spiders. The Giant Spider mother spiders carry around countless numbers of Little Spiders within their abdomens. If the mother dies, the Little Spiders will erupt out of her carcass and attack the offender. They're small enough that you can kill them with a knife but the greater their numbers, the greater their threat becomes.

Large Roach

These were normal roaches that lived in the sewers until becoming infected with the T-Virus and growing to roughly 7-8 times their natural size. Their size has increased to the point that they can eat the very mice that spread the virus. To ensnare their prey, they move and attack in groups, which may explain their population explosion.

Super Tyrant

This Tyrant lost its limiter coat after being dropped in a blast furnace by Leon, and subsequently transformed into a Super Tyrant. The tremendous destructive power of its claws, its brutality and its agility make it an ideal B.O.W. deserving of its name.

[I've decided to put all the G related enemies in their own post]

#darkside archives #resident evil the darkside chronicles #resident evil darkside chronicles #dsc #resident evil 2 #re2 #resident evil #enemies #resident evil licker #mr x resident evil #mr x #resident evil tyrant #raccoon city #q #memories of a lost city

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justinspoliticalcorner · 5 months ago

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Wajahat Ali and Yusuf Zakir at The Left Hook:

If you listen to Donald Trump, Maga Republicans and lazy comedians, DEI is the modern-day villain. It’s a wicked and terrifying Trojan horse of wokeness that is seeking to “replace” Americans and indoctrinate our children with a subversive agenda. It’s allegedly orchestrated by transgender people, immigrants of color, Muslims, Black people, Jewish people and feminists – anyone that isn’t straight, white and Christian. According to the president-elect, the rest of us are “poisoning the blood of our country” and destroying it.

DEI is an easy, direct and convenient way to package all of these fears. If you fall for this narrative, it can be terrifying and feel unfair. Events such as the collapse of the Silicon Valley Bank, the problems with Boeing aircraft and the destruction of the Francis Scott Key bridge in Maryland were blamed on DEI. This was a con.

Instead of pointing to a corrupt system and deregulation that benefits the wealthy at the expense of many, DEI was seen as the culprit. The bad-faith talking point is that had DEI not existed, these tragedies would not have occurred and real Americans – who are not “woke” – would be safe and economically prosperous. Unfortunately, the deception works as companies such as McDonald’s announced this week that they are renouncing their previous commitment to DEI. It was just revealed that anti-DEI shareholder proposals have tripled since 2020. In reality, DEI refers to three simple but important words: diversity, equity and inclusion.

Diversity is an outcome. Equity is the path to get there. Inclusion ensures we travel that path together. Diversity represents varied identities and differences, including race, ethnicity, gender, sexual orientation, socioeconomic status, disability and veteran status. That means white people, Black people, straight people, gay people, rich people, poor people and more. Equity is the allocation of resources and opportunities and the elimination of barriers to create a path towards equality. The concept of equity acknowledges that there is not a level playing field. Inclusion is creating an environment where everyone is welcome, respected, supported and valued. It is about bringing people together and creating safety and belonging. It is, by definition, the opposite of exclusion.

[...]

Several years later, we see that organizational commitment to DEI has waned. For example, in addition to McDonald’s, Harley-Davidson and Ford recently announced that they will curb some of their DEI efforts. With the continued rightwing political onslaught against DEI and Donald Trump’s election, this could be the moment when many organizations decide to pull the plug entirely. This would be a major mistake.

For organizations considering this decision, we would like to remind you that DEI impacts your talent lifecycle, your culture and your economic success in significant ways. We need to remind US workers about the benefits of DEI as we risk losing them entirely. First, companies have to find and recruit the best talent and as such they will naturally have to cast a very broad net. DEI encourages and helps this outreach. Talent is everywhere, not just among children of politicians, the privileged class or those lucky to attend Ivy League schools and live in wealthy zip codes. DEI encourages us to look beyond traditional (and often archaic) measurements of success, such as SAT scores, and consider the hidden jewels of talent that exist everywhere.

Second, because hiring is so expensive and time-consuming, DEI helps organizations try and retain their valued employees. Equity is a key component that recognizes everyone has different skill sets, talents, strengths and weaknesses. By recognizing this, addressing it and supporting it, DEI helps employees maximize their potential. Studies have repeatedly shown employees are more likely to stay when they feel like they can grow, advance and continue to break through glass ceilings. [...] Costco is an example worth following. Their board unanimously recommended that its shareholders reject a proposal that would require Costco to report on the risks of its diversity and inclusion goals. In making this recommendation, Costco noted that DEI efforts help the company attract and retain employees and improve its products and services. Those who make DEI into a bogeyman paint society as a zero-sum game: a slice for you means no slice for me. But, that is a narrow vision fueled by fear, greed and ignorance. Unlike Trump, DEI views America as generous and limitless. It’s in the best interest of corporations, organizations and US workers to adopt such a vision if we truly want to become great again as a nation.

Love this column in The Left Hook on why DEI makes businesses better, despite what right-wing polemics say otherwise (*cough* Robby Starbuck, Christopher Rufo, Elon Musk *cough*).

#DEI #Diversity #Diversity Equity and Inclusion #New Orleans Truck Attack #California Wildfires #Equity #Business #Francis Scott Key Bridge Collapse #Costco #McDonald's

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staraayla · 1 month ago

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okay this is gonna be a long one 😭😭 i got tickets to all 3 days of SWCJ, and booked my photo op with hayden on friday, and autograph on saturday.

so on friday, my photo op was the last session around 4.30pm so i got there around 9.30am with my sister. i got into the mando panel 10am - 11am so i missed my chance of seeing hayden when he came onto the live stage at 10.30am (im still upset over this until now 😭😭)

my sister got overstimulated by the crowd so she left around noon so it was just me alone wandering through the exhibition halls and booths. i got into queue for the photo op at 4pm and there were delays and finally around 7.30pm they announced that hayden had other commitments and had to leave the building (which we learned that its bcs they had that temple photoshoot and dinner thing). i was so so upset but i cheered myself up, knowing the redo photo op will be on sunday, and i still have my autograph session on saturday. my sister didnt wanna attend it anymore so i was again alone on saturday and sunday

so on saturday, i got into the ahsoka panel at noon and got to watch him and rosario together (i almost cried bcs i finally got to see him despite from a distance). the panel ended around 1pm and i wandered around the halls before i joined the queue at 2pm for the autograph session scheduled for 3.30pm. after about 30mins of queuing i learned that they ran out of autograph slots for hayden for the entire weekend. i was so confused bcs wdym they ran out of slots???

i think the official pix/leap event employee kept explaining the same thing to everyone that there was a glitch in the system causing the sold out sessions for hayden to appear as available (long story short they sold more than what they can accommodate. mind you, the glitch happened 2 weeks before the event so they had 2 weeks to cancel the glitch sales but did nothing). so eventho my slot was for saturday, i should have redeemed my qr code for a separate ticket at a booth on friday itself (which was not made known to us through any official form of communication, so its an ifykyk kind of situation). i think this mainly affected ppl with auto slots on saturday and sunday.

so after that i went back to my hotel and literally cried. i skipped dinner on both friday and saturday bcs i was so so tired and just wanted to sleep.

on sunday, the replacement photo op was scheduled for 4.30pm. that morning i sat in bed for hours trying to decide whether i should even bother going, like what if theres still delays and they end up cancelling it altogether? after weighing the pros and cons i finally convinced myself to just go and get my photo op done. i joined the queued at 2pm and i think my turn came around 5pm

OKAY HERES WHERE THE MEMORY STILL HAUNTS ME TILL TODAY

i made 2 friendship bracelets; one that says skyguy and another says happy bday hayden. the birthday one was blue and white to match toronto maple leafs' color, and i included like white maple leafs as the charms. i actually wanted to give it to him during the autograph session on saturday (which was on his birthday) but shit happened so i brought it along with me on sunday.

i walked up to him and said hi hayden and he said hi back. i looked into his eyes for 1 second and had to look away bcs it was so intense and i was nervous and slightly shaking. the cameraman asked us to look at the camera and my mind immediately went blank. i wanted to 1) give him the friendship bracelets so he can wear them in the picture, 2) wish him a happy belated birthday and 3) ask for a hug for the picture. BUT NONE OF THESE HAPPENED 😭😭😭 he just placed a hand on my back and leaned in

so after they took the shot i almost cried then and there bcs it wasnt what i wanted. i just handed him the bracelets and said something like "i made these for you" and he said "ohh thank you so much". i wanted to explain that i hope the blue and white reminds him of the leafs but words failed me at that point. i didnt even look at him in the eyes properly bcs i was a mess so i just smiled and stepped out of the booth

IM STILL CRYING TILL THIS DAY BCS NOTHING WENT AS PLANNED 😭😭😭 some part of me hope he doesnt remember this interaction bcs i think i wasnt so smooth at handing the bracelets i sort of just shoved in his hands but another part of me hope he remembers me in case i meet him for the second time

im not so happy with my picture bcs i didnt look my best but i do like how good he looks in it 😔 so now when i see pictures of him hugging people, i feel sad bcs that should have been me as well 😭😭😭😭

okay thats all im sorry for the very longgg text 🥹

Aww 😥 I’m sorry your experience wasn’t everything you wanted it to be! Tbh they overbook him and don’t really consider the fans 😭😭 I hope for the best for you and I hope you get to have another chance to meet him. My experience wasn’t everything I wanted it to be either but I’m hoping 🤞🏻 feel free to message me if you ever want to vent

#hayden christensen #haydennation #askstaraayla

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𝘨𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘰𝘶𝘴 - anakin skywalker x fem! reader (part four)

pairing: anakin skywalker x fem! reader

wordcount: 7.1k

warnings: no use of y/n, alchohol consumption, reader gets drunk/tipsy, rushed ending

rating: 18+

author's note: i literally didn't mean for this to come out so late. life got in the way (again). i was super excited to write this chapter but the more i wrote it the more i was like UGH lowkey don't like the way this turned out but i hope you enjoy anyway! when will reader and anakin finally fuck? reblogs, comments, and likes are greatly appreciated xx

side note: i read on wookiepedia that in the sw universe, they refer to alcohol as "hooch" so i used that in the story...not sure if i like it but i wanted it to be immersive lol

creds to saradika for the divider!

The party was in full swing by the time you and Anakin arrived at the party. He knew Coruscant’s rich and famous lived lavish, but he would’ve never imagined attending a party of this splendor. A live jizz band was playing in one corner of the room, their shiny instruments reflecting off the chandelier lights. People of all species flocked to the living room, where protocol droids served an abundance of hooch and fanciful hor d’ourves. The people, dressed in the latest galactic fashion trends, laughed and danced with each other like they had no care in the world. Like there wasn’t a war happening throughout the galaxy–a war that threatened the very comfortability of their lives. Where there was much pain and turmoil in the galaxy, there was none in this room. Anakin was disgusted by this.

The host, an acquaintance named Jackson Wang, lived in an expensive high-rise located in Coruscant’s entertainment district. The three-story apartment was built with the most expensive materials in the galaxy. The windows were composed of reinforced clari-crystalline, and the floor was constructed out of white Wayland marble embedded with specks of Kallistan gems. Gold, shimmery streamers decorated the grandiose columns supporting the apartment, and there was bright, colorful plasto confetti strewn across the floor. The very presence of this room went against the Jedi code–it was an attachment to wealth and materialism. Even if Anakin never joined the Jedi, he still would have found this party revolting. How could people live like this when there was still so much wrong with the galaxy? Slavery, poverty, species discrimination, etc. were all happening under the Republic. Being born a slave radicalized Anakin. It was harder for him to ignore the galaxy’s rampant class differences. It proved to him even further that politicians could not be trusted–because how could they allow such a disparity to run rampant?

Anakin’s eyebrows furrowed as he took in the sight before him. You weren’t sure what he was thinking, but the creases between his eyebrows told you it was nothing positive. You noticed Anakin looked out of place in his humble, dark Jedi attire. You knew this wasn’t his scene, and he might feel out of place, but Anakin insisted on coming. What business did a Jedi have doing at a party like this? “For your protection,” he defended.

“You okay there? You look like you’re about to shoot lightsabers out of your eyes with that glare.” It was true. Anakin’s eyes were a dark, stormy blue right now.

You thought he would have laughed at your stupid joke, but Anakin’s glare only became directed towards you. You shivered in response. His glare was intense which was exacerbated by the scar on his face. His presence exuded authority, it was raw and powerful. You would gladly give into it every time.

“I’m fine. I think this party is ridiculous,” Anakin replied. “Look at all the food just sitting there, no one is eating it, and they’re ignoring the servers. The least they can do is acknowledge the servers. Do you know how many planets are starving out there? Entire systems wiped out by the Separatists? Just for the rich to parade here and let good food spoil.” He scoffed at the end of his sentence.

You had no idea Anakin would feel so strongly about this. However, what Anakin was saying made complete sense. You felt guilty–even if he wasn’t directly speaking about you, these were still your “people.” You always tried your best to not be wasteful and treat all workers respectfully. Even so, it couldn’t be denied that rich people, more often than not, were the opposite of you.

“I agree with you. I don’t know why they order so much food, especially when they know that most people will be too busy drinking, talking, or dancing. Why don’t we make sure that the food doesn’t go to waste by having some?” you offered as a solution. That wasn’t Anakin’s point, but he conceded anyway. The both of you walked towards a table where a pretty spread of food sat like decoration.

After fixing yourselves a small plate of food, you began speaking again. “Thank you, Anakin. You and the Jedi are doing your best to ensure the safety of the Republic and all of the galaxy’s inhabitants. We shouldn’t be allowed to parade here, not while others are struggling to survive.”

“I didn’t intend to insult you. It’s just an observation that I made. You can’t help but become cynical after witnessing war crimes being performed on innocent people.” Anakin was slightly embarrassed. He didn’t mean to group you in with everyone else, especially after you and your team have graciously treated him these last few rotations. But still, he meant what he said.

“How is it being on the battlefield? It must be so hard to be in constant chaos. Anakin, you are so brave, ” you innocently wondered.

Anakin didn’t know how to describe it to a civilian, mainly because Anakin rarely found himself around civilians nowadays. The only civilians he encountered were those who needed saving, those who understood the brutality of war. Anakin knew that not everyone in the Jedi organization agreed with their current roles under the Republic. Some Jedi believed that the Republic was interfering too much with Jedi affairs and that the Jedi should relinquish their roles as generals. Others, including Anakin, believed that the Jedi were too constrained by the Jedi principles and teachings to effectively fight in this war. Though there were many wins for the Republic, almost every loss encountered could’ve been a win, if only the Jedi could see past the teachings for a moment. On top of that, the Senate’s constant feuding and bickering rendered it useless. They could barely fund the war at the moment, hence a select group of Senators decided to host a concert charity benefit to raise credits for the war effort. There was so much uncertainty. If Anakin was certain about one thing, however, it’s that he belonged on the battlefield.

“I hate war…but I love being on the battlefield.” Anakin hesitated for a moment before continuing, “I was a slave, along with my mother, before the Jedi found me. I had only heard of the Jedi. They were mythical to me, they sounded too good to be true.” Anakin never thought he would be revealing this information to another soul, especially not in the middle of a party with one of the galaxy’s biggest singers.

Your breath slightly hitched at Anakin’s confession. A part of your heart shattered, and an overwhelming feeling of empathy and sadness washed over you. Anakin felt the shift in your energy.

“Being a Jedi is an honor, and being on the battlefield allows me to be the type of Jedi that I pictured as a young boy. As a slave, I was subjected to my former owner’s rule, never allowed to act on my own. On the battlefield, I act on my own and make my own decisions. I’m using my power for the greater good, ensuring that the galaxy doesn’t tumble further into chaos and destruction. I can be myself on the battlefield. There’s a sense of independence from everything when it’s just you, your padawan, and your legion. It’s a reminder of how far I have come in life,” Anakin finished with a hard edge to his voice.

“Anakin…I’m so sorry. I didn’t know that you used to be a slave,” You said gently as if the words you spoke were made of glass. Who would have thought that one of the galaxy’s most powerful Jedi used to be a slave? Hearing those words come from Anakin’s mouth shocked you.

“Don’t apologize. You couldn’t have known.” Anakin didn’t want you to feel bad. He looked off to the side, suddenly feeling like his flustered nineteen-year-old self again. This wasn’t information he easily divulged, nonetheless to someone he met only a few rotations ago. Anakin hoped it wouldn’t change your view of him.

You grabbed Anakin’s hand and reassuringly rubbed your thumb on the top of his hand. Your thumb felt the ridges and lines of his veins. “You didn’t deserve that. Neither did your mother–no one ever deserves to be a slave. I’m picturing the young version of you, and my heart is breaking. You were just a child, too innocent and pure to be in that situation. I don’t want you to think I’m pitying you, Anakin. If anything, I think you’re even braver now after learning about your past. Thank you for sharing that with me. It couldn’t have been easy.”

What you were saying was the truth. An image of a small Anakin flashed through your brain. You imagined he had golden hair that illuminated his face like a halo and brilliant blue eyes that contrasted against the rugged, red monochromatic terrain of Tatooine. If Anakin looked like a god now, he must’ve looked like a cherub when he was little. Your awe for Anakin grew tenfold.

He had been dealt life’s shittiest stack of cards and managed to overcome it all.

It was silent for a moment. It’s not that Anakin didn’t want to respond, but he didn’t know how to respond, so he simply nodded. Anakin couldn’t verbalize any words. He felt vulnerable right now. It was as if Anakin responded to your words, it would solidify the fact that he shared one of his deepest secrets with you. He wasn’t ready to confront what that meant, so he stayed silent.

You took note of Anakin’s silence and shifted the conversation to yourself. You understood how daunting it was to reveal a part of yourself that you often kept hidden away.

“Per my contract, I’m not allowed to voice my opinion on anything polarizing. I can’t speak on politics, the economy, war. It was half a shock to the public when the media announced that I would be headlining the benefit concert. On one hand, it made sense because I’m one of the more popular artists in the galaxy right now. On the other hand, people were shocked I was taking a political stance, even if indirectly,” you explained to Anakin. You grabbed a glass of the ambrosia-colored liquid that was stationed next to you and Anakin. It was bitter but had subtle notes of sweetness. You took a few sips before continuing.

“It’s unfortunate that it has to be that way. There are so many times when I wished I could’ve spoken up and used my influence for something that matters. Sometimes I feel like a coward because I see everything happening in the galaxy and I’m voiceless. The truth is I am a coward, just like every other person in this room. We have all this wealth and influence, just to do what? Let it sit in a bank account or spend it carelessly? It’s pathetic. We should be doing more.” Just because you weren’t allowed to publicly speak about certain topics didn’t mean you had no opinions on it altogether.

You took a few more sips of your drink before finishing it. You placed the glass back on the tabletop and gave Anakin a sheepish smile, “I’m rambling now, aren’t I? Sorry about that. I ramble when I get nervous. Anyway, my point is I’m glad that I took the opportunity to headline the benefit. I think my team was slightly against it at first, but after some convincing from the chancellor, they changed their minds and allowed me to do it. People like you, those who have actually witnessed the spoils of war, remind me of why it’s so important to take a stand. I don’t want to be voiceless anymore–not at such a crucial time in politics. If I can’t do the actual fighting, then I’m glad to support those who do by lending my talents. I’ll milk those suckers for all the credits they have.”

Anakin chuckled at your last sentence. He appreciated your sentiment. “Not many can say the same as you. Thank you.”

“There’s no need to thank me, Anakin. I’m just doing what any person in my position should do. I probably pissed off some people, but oh well.”

You heard your name being called from the side. Your conversation was interrupted by your friend, Cressida, a fashion designer from a small mid-rim planet who made a name for herself through her unique and stylish designs. Her skin was dyed pink (you knew her natural skin tone was a lifeless pale), and her hair was coiffed in an elaborate bun with pastel ringlets falling over and small curls sticking to the nape of her neck, appearing messy yet sensual. She came from a planet inhabited by humanoids known for their allure caused by specially produced pheromones.

“Cressida, it’s so lovely to see you! How’s your latest line going?” you faked a smile before greeting her with two kisses on either side of her cheek. Your mother always told you to play nice since playing dirty resulted in getting burned.

“Oh you know, the critics are having a heyday with it. They say I might even win my first fashion award. And who is this? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you before at one of these parties. Our little singer here rarely brings anyone around anymore,” Cressida stated. Her bright green eyes landed on Anakin as if he was something she wanted to lay claim to.

“Friend” was an overstatement. You had known Cressida for around two years, but you wouldn’t consider her a close friend. She was someone you partied with to have fun–a member of your social circle but not your inner circle. You had yet to determine her trustworthiness. While Cressida had never crossed you directly, her catty remarks now and then signaled a radar in your brain.

“This is Anakin Skywalker, a Jedi assigned to watch over me for the upcoming benefit concert,” you explained.

Cressida’s eyes widened slightly. “The Anakin Skywalker? My, you’re even more handsome in person than in the holograms they project on the billboards. I almost didn’t recognize you with that serious look on your face. You shouldn’t glare so much, it’ll only age you faster.”

The fake smile on your face was beginning to hurt. Why did it annoy you so much that she found Anakin handsome? It was an objective fact that most people would agree with. You ignored the nagging feeling in your stomach. You were here to relax your mind and push away the racing thoughts of Anakin from your mind. If Cressida wanted to flirt with Anakin, so be it. It’s not like he could do anything about it, even if he wanted to. Anakin was a temporary occurrence in your life, something that would only last a short time, just to be forgotten as life moves on.

“Nice to meet you, ma’am. And you are?” Anakin responded with a short nod to show his thanks for her compliment. Anakin was used to people fawning over his looks. This wasn’t the first time a stranger, female or male, complimented him mere seconds after meeting him. The compliments did fuel his ego, but he never took them to heart as he only cared about what Padme thought. Now that Padme was gone, he indulged in the occasional compliment. Still, this compliment did not sound right coming from the pink lady in front of him. Cressida looked at Anakin like an object, a feeling he very much detested. It reminded him of the way Watto used to look at him.

“I’m Cressida Calpurnia. I know some people who would love to meet you Anakin,” Cressia announced. “Do you mind if I steal him for a few minutes? I promise I won’t be long. I believe I saw Chione somewhere upstairs waiting for you.” A sickly sweet smile appeared on Cressida’s face as she batted her white eyelashes at you. You knew most people at this party did not give a damn about the war, for they were all vapid and too consumed by the drama in their own lives to think about anything else. It was hypocritical to think, considering you were also one of them, but it was also different because most of the people in this room were nepotism babies born with silver spoons in their mouths. You knew the value of hard work and had some sense of reality, though altered over the last few years as you came into superstardom.

You knew you couldn’t refuse Cressida’s offer. What grounds did you have to refuse? A twinge of childish jealousy? You were afraid if you denied Cressida’s offer, she would think something was happening between you two. The last thing you needed was Cressida’s gossipy mouth spreading a rumor like that to your social circle. You didn’t care if it affected your reputation, but you didn’t know what Anakin’s consequences could be if the HoloNet tabloids captured a rumor like that.

“Well, I can’t speak for Anakin.” You turned towards Anakin and reassured him, “You can go ahead if you want. I think everyone would be excited to meet someone so famous (ironic considering most people in this room were famous or at least famous adjacent). I’ll just go find Chione upstairs.”

Anakin didn’t want to go either. He rather stay by your side the entire night. You were the only reason he went to the party in the first place. Anakin only used the excuse of protection to spend more time with you. You didn’t have much time together left, and Anakin knew that once this mission was done, the Council would send him to the farthest corners of the galaxy. Anakin didn’t know if he would ever be able to see you again, so he wanted to soak up your presence as much as possible. He was about to protest and explain to Cressida that he would prefer to stay with you, but she drew her talons in him before he could speak.

“I promise we don’t bite,” Cressida flirtatiously said before grabbing Anakin by his gloved arm and pulling him toward a couch filled with mutual friends. You mentally swore that you would bite her instead. Cressida’s flirtatious nature normally did not bother you, but she was slowly getting on your nerves now.

Anakin looked over his shoulder and made eye contact with you, an apologetic look gracing his face before he turned his attention to Cressida and walked away with her.

“That nerfherder bitch!” Chione exclaimed to you as you recalled the recent interaction between you and Cressida. You both looked in the refresher’s mirror as you retouched your makeup. You already downed a flute of some fizzy hooch, a warm feeling settling over your stomach as you spoke. Drinking always made you loose-lipped, which is why your best friend was currently cursing Cressida.

“You should just avoid him,” Chione shrugged. You could trust Chione with all your secrets, including your crush on the Jedi. You recounted the dilemma–how attracted you were to Anakin, but you couldn’t do anything about it because the Jedi code forbade any attachments. Your forced proximity to him made the situation worse. You couldn’t escape him over the past few rotations. Each day somehow brought the two of you closer together. It was agonizing. The Maker was cruel and taunting. How dare they throw your life into even more of a whirlwind by introducing Anakin Skywalker? Maybe if Anakin was a regular man, you would have pursued him. Unfortunately, that was not the case. Your whole world has shifted off its hinges since Anakin came into your life. You didn’t know what could fix it, except for Anakin being yours.

“What a load of bantha shit…I don’t know if I can avoid him. That’s what I’ve been telling myself to do! But every time I try, the galaxy pulls us closer. When Gido first told me that they were assigning a Jedi to me, I was scared because I thought it would only bring more trouble. But Anakin…he’s so sweet. We don’t fully know each other yet, but each interaction has brought us closer. I guess I could even consider him a friend. A very handsome friend who I think about more than I should…” you trailed off.

You intentionally left out your earlier conversation with Anakin. Chione didn’t need to know that sensitive information. A deeper part of you disagreed with Chione’s advice; you didn’t want to avoid Anakin, not when you were slowly unraveling the puzzle that he is. You wanted to know him, even if meant you would eventually break your own heart. You hadn’t felt this way about anyone in a few years, and even then, no one had ever made you the same level of intensity that Anakin did. It was intoxicating, and you wanted more of it.

“I love you, but it’s for the best. There’s no way you two could possibly be together. Don’t let yourself fall for him, only for you to be disappointed when he won’t leave the space monks for you. You’re better off finding someone else at this party.” Chione gave you a sad half-smile. You returned her smile with a small eye roll. “I wouldn’t say that if I didn’t mean it.”

Another part of you, a more conscious one, flashed blaring signs in your mind. “Stop! Turn around! Imminent danger ahead!” they said. Perhaps it was out of fear. As much as you wanted to fall head first into Anakin, you didn’t want to deal with his aftermath. When he inevitably leaves, there will be no one to pick up the pieces of your heart. You didn’t even think it was possible to fall for someone so fast. Yet here you were. The signs knew this, and so they warned you of the danger slowly encroaching on your heart–heed Chione’s words.

You knew your best friend was right, even if you didn’t want to admit it out loud. You bit your lip and nodded in agreeance.

Chione then grabbed your head and the two of you walked out of the refresher. You smiled at a few people on the way to the main room. Parties like these were the one of the only few places where you felt normal nowadays. Everyone here was someone, and if they weren’t someone then they were en route to becoming someone. There was a mutual understanding between everyone here–no fawning, no fangirling, and certainly no spilling gossip to the HoloNet. Of course, some people ignored that rule though.

“Wouldn’t that be rude of me to just leave him? I’m the only reason why he’s here. Plus, I don’t want to leave him with Cressida. She’ll dig her claws into him and never let go,” you questioned.

“I don’t know. Anakin appears to be having a great time with Cressida. He’s laughing and smiling,” Chione gestured toward the couch.

You whipped your head toward Anakin’s direction. Chione was right. Anakin was sitting there as he told the story of how he had to crashland on the planet of Mygeeto, only to be met with mastiff phalones. Every single person was focused on Anakin, their eyes never leaving his person. You saw a look of wonder on all of their faces. The feeling of jealousy washed over your body for the second time that night.

You turned away from the sight before it could enrage you anymore. With a nose turned up in the air and a dramatic hair flip, you grabbed Chione again and dragged her to another room in the apartment. If she wanted you to avoid Anakin, fine. You would do exactly that.

You dragged Chione until you reached the new room where lively, upbeat music was playing and a plethora of people danced together.

You quickly grabbed two extra flutes of hooch with your free hand and handed one to Chione. You chugged the flute down, slightly cringing at the taste, before placing it on the silver tray of a server passing by. Chione did the same before hollering, “Let’s dance!”

You shot her a flashy smile, and the two of you made your way into the crowd of energetic, sweaty bodies.

Anakin Skywalker was bored and wanted to get as far away from these people as possible. He thought one or two stories would satisfy their curiosity, but an hour and a half passed since he first sat down and no one was satisfied yet. They wanted to know everything about Anakin. How was life at the Temple? What was it like fighting in the war? Anakin understood their curiosity. He was once a curious boy, and he used to love hearing the tales from the deep space pilots that were stationed on Tatooine. It wasn’t every day that civilians encountered the Jedi, especially now that the Jedi were more off-world than on-world sometimes. It slightly boosted his ego to have an audience so enthralled by him.

At the same time, they all looked at Anakin like a commodity. They didn’t truly care about what Anakin had to say, or about the war at all. He was simply bragging points to them. Everyone would run to their friends and brag about how they met the famous Hero with No Fear after the party ended. Nothing he said would impact them. Whenever you asked Anakin questions about himself, it was different. You were genuine like you wanted to know more about him and not the persona the Republic created. Anakin was captivated by you, which is why he revealed his origins to you earlier. Not even Ahsoka learned the truth about Anakin’s past directly from Anakin–she learned it from Obi-Wan before their mission on Zygerria. Each moment between you two was marked by a saccharine tenderness. It was a type of tenderness that Anakin missed and craved all the time. Despite being a Jedi, Anakin thought of himself as a loverboy. He loved wholly and completely. And although you two were not in love, Anakin could picture himself harboring deep feelings for you. He was at the edge of the cliff, ready to fall into the deep descent of love.

Anakin couldn't escape his current company. His jaw was starting to hurt from fake smiling. As a representative of the Republic and the Jedi organization, he couldn’t exactly be rude towards them just because he wanted to escape and spend time with you. Several times throughout his time on the couch, Anakin saw you interacting with other people as you made your way through the party’s various rooms. Each time he tried to make eye contact with you, you adverted his gaze and turned your attention elsewhere.

You couldn’t possibly be avoiding Anakin, could you? Except for Anakin, it felt like you were avoiding him. You were talking to everyone else but him. Every time he wanted to reach you, he was whisked away into another story. He could have sworn that you purposely turned in the opposite direction every time you made eye contact. But maybe he was overthinking it? Did you see him differently now that you knew he used to be a slave? He felt insecure. No, that couldn’t be it. The way you spoke to him with such empathy signified to Anakin that it wouldn’t affect the way you saw him. He felt it.

Anakin felt paranoid, and he didn’t know why. Why did he care so much anyway? Anakin rationalized with himself. He was supposed to be your protector which is why he was so eager to return to your side. Not because he wanted to talk to you and get to know you more. And definitely not because you were affecting him way more than he would like to admit.

“...so it true that Jedi aren’t allowed to have sex?” asked a Twi’lek woman to Anakin’s left. Anakin’s eyes widened at the question, and a pretty blush rose to his cheeks. Before he could answer, another woman around the couch protested.

“You can’t just ask people that, Almathea! It’s rude…but do you have sex?” she asked with a seductive raise of her eyebrow.

Anakin took this moment as a sign to end the conversation and get back to you. He stood up from the couch in all his 6’2 glory. He was so statuesque, his statue and demeanor demanded attention from everyone he encountered. It was no wonder he was being held hostage by Cressida and her crew.

“My deepest apologies everyone, but I must return to my original duty. I appreciate your curiosity in the Jedi and hope we can cross paths again one day. May the Force be with you all.” Anakin then flashed one last fake smile to the audience before stepping over a few tangled legs and towards the next room. He closed his eyes and narrowed his focus to locate your person. You were still at the party, just in a different room located somewhere in the apartment’s east wing.

The Jedi made his way through the different rooms trying to find you. He passed through people dancing, people playing roulette, some were crying, and some were laughing. It was like a scene from one of Canto Bight’s deluxe, elite casinos. Snippets of gossip and whispers of amazement filtered through Anakin’s ears as he walked closer to your location.

Anakin finally stopped in another room filled with people socializing. The deep baritone notes of a saxophone mixed with a catchy melody danced around the room, shrouding it in a sultry aura. The lighting in this room was low, and the chandelier hanging from the roof was set to the lowest setting possible. If it weren’t for Anakin’s keen eyesight, he almost didn’t make out your figure. Years of dealing with Tatooine’s sandstorms made Anakin’s eyes adept at finding people and objects in otherwise difficult situations. As a child, Anakin always looked toward the colorful fabrics flying at the top of the slave quarters when an incoming sandstorm was happening. If he could find those colorful fabrics flowing in the wind, then Anakin knew he would be safe for another day. Additionally, Anakin had to have a good eye for whenever he worked on his pod racer or tinkered with droid parts.

You were in the far corner of the room, dancing with another male. His hands were on your lower back, resting very closely to your tailbone. Your body was pressed against his and your arms hung tightly around his neck. Anakin couldn’t spot the male’s face because his face was buried in the side of your neck as he whispered something into your ear. Anakin desperately wished he knew what the male was saying to you. You giggled in response. Chione was nowhere to be seen. She separated from you as she conversed with one of her other friends.

Jealousy was the common theme of the night. Earlier in the night, you were jealous at the site of Cressida oogling Anakin. Now, it was Anakin who was jealous. He was jealous that someone else held your attention while Anakin had been craving it all night. Who was this guy? Anakin wondered to himself. Did you have a boyfriend that Anakin didn’t know about? Did he read any signs wrong? Well, there weren’t too many signs to begin with. Anakin did catch one of your stray thoughts from your initial meeting in which you said he was “kriffing gorgeous.” And Anakin may have felt changes in your emotional state around him, but who was he to assume that was because of him? Like that time he was teaching you how to drive your air speeder and he had placed his hands on top of yours as a guide. He felt a spike in your force signature. Everything else consisted of lingering stares, subtle blushes, or conversation Anakin didn’t want to end.

Anakin wouldn’t have been wrong to assume you felt something for him, because you did. He just didn’t know it yet.

The male in front of you was another mutual friend who you met before at a different party. He, Rigel, was a famous musical producer who worked with some of your other musician friends from time to time. Much like Anakin, Rigel had stunning blue eyes. You ran into Rigel with Chione—who decided to play matchmaker by leaving you two alone. You offhandedly mentioned before how you thought Rigel was cute, but that was before Anakin waltzed into your life.

If you were sober, you would’ve never been caught nearly grinding on someone like this in a public place. It may have been a private party, but just one picture could spread rumors like wildfire. You were more media-trained than that. Plus, it wasn’t in your character to randomly become so intimate with another person so quickly. It looks like you took Chione’s advice a little bit too seriously. Well, that was the goal of coming to this party anyway, right?

Truth be told, you could barely understand what Rigel was whispering in your ear. It didn’t matter either way. Your brain was somewhere else, thinking of Anakin. How badly you wanted to grab him by his face and smash your lips together in front of Cressida. You wanted to run your hands through his silky curls. How did he manage to have perfect hair? What type of shampoo and conditioner did Anakin have access to on the field? After you kissed him, you would lead Anakin away from the party and into an empty bedroom where you would lay him on the bed and straddle him then—Wait! What were you thinking? The hooch was having the opposite effect on you. You drank to forget, not to remember. You opened your eyes and furiously blinked as to forget the thoughts. When you closed your eyes again, your brain automatically went to your previous dreamland. It’s almost like you could hear Anakin’s voice from right next to you.

“Excuse me,” interrupted a harsh voice.

You once again opened your eyes only to be met with the site of an annoyed Anakin. You quickly separated yourself from Rigel, who removed his face from your neck and stared unimpressively at the Jedi. Your heart skipped a beat—you weren’t expecting Anakin to appear.

“A-anakin! This is Rigel…” you sheepishly introduced the two. Karking hell, this was so embarrassing! You hated that you were caught in such a compromising position, especially from the person you were trying to avoid. You then pointed to Anakin and took a deep breath before finishing, “Rigel, this is General Anakin Skywalker.” Your body turned into an inferno as the embarrassment rose. You were too drunk for this right now.

The two men sized each other up through their stares before nodding to acknowledge each other.

“We were…um…we were just-“ you stumbled over your words as you tried to find the right ones. Anakin noticed your eyes looked glazed over and a little droopy.

Rigel stepped in to save your sentence. “We were just getting to know each other. Perhaps you can go back to telling your little Jedi stories? I heard they were very entertaining.”

“Perhaps not. Pop star, I believe it’s time we retreat back to your apartment,” Anakin responded with as much sass as possible. Anakin rather freeze alive on Hoth than allow himself to leave you with some seedy character. Anakin asserted dominance by calling you by the nickname he gave to you. He was saying to Rigel that he knew you enough to have a nickname, which was more claim than Rigel had. Not that you were anything to claim, but Anakin’s possessiveness jumped at the sight of you two. Had you told Anakin that you wanted to stay with Rigel, he would’ve left you alone. You were a grown woman after all. However, Anakin’s statement left no room for argument.

You bid Rigel goodbye, before turning to Anakin and hiccupping. You were annoyed. Was this the Maker’s way of telling you that you were meant to be with Anakin? If it was meant to be with Rigel, then it wouldn’t have been interrupted, right? Or was that just your drunk mind trying to rationalize what just happened? It was definitely the latter, you just didn’t recognize it yet.

“Let’s go,” you stated flatly. You began walking. You regretted your choice of wearing such an elaborate floor-length gown, seeing as you had to lift the dress so it wouldn’t drag on the floor. It was no issue earlier, but now that you were drunk, it was becoming a hassle. You couldn’t balance yourself and hold your dress at the same time, especially in the heels you were wearing.

“How much have you had to drink?” Anakin asked as you stumbled to the entrance of the party. Your lipstick was smudged from all the drinks you had, and in your drunken stupor, you failed to reapply it. You couldn’t count how many drinks you downed. Was it seven or ten? It didn’t even matter anymore because five was your usual stopping point.

“I don’t even know. Probably too much for my own good.” You weren’t watching where you were walking as you said that. A piece of your dress slipped under your heel causing you to almost tumble toward the floor. Anakin caught you by your waist before you could fall. It seemed Anakin had a knack for catching you. You straightened yourself off and continued walking.

“Come here for a second,” Anakin said from behind. He stood with his weight on one side, hips beckoning you toward him.

“Why? I thought it was time for us to go,” you rebuttal.

“It’s in your best interest to come back, not mine.”

You turned around and faced Anakin with a sassy look on your face. He only bent down and grabbed a hold of your ankle, “If you must know, I’m doing you the pleasure of taking off your footwear so that you can walk in comfortably. You’ve had too much to drink to walk in these without injuring yourself.” He was talking about a few moments ago when you almost faceplanted into the floor.

Instead of being grateful for Anakin’s chivalry, you decided to tease him instead. It was the only way you knew how to react to his kindness without instantaneously combusting. You were embarrassed still, but you tried to push those feelings aside. You hated dwelling on embarrassment—sometimes it was best to move on without acknowledgment.

“Why do you speak like that?” you asked with a tilt of your head.

Anakin was confused by your question, “Speak like what?”

“You know. You speak so…melodramatic. Like everything you’re saying is a declaration. Your cadence is so fancy. Why If I didn’t know you were a Jedi, I would mistake you for a wealthy socialite,” you giggled. “It’s quite funny actually. You belong on the Opera stage, ready to declare to the entirety of Coruscant. You would be the Hero of the play.”

Anakin looked at you with a deadpan stare. “Do I really speak like that?” It’s something he had never noticed before. Obi-Wan’s mannerisms must’ve rubbed off on Anakin more than he noticed. As you were speaking, Anakin was undoing the straps of your heels. “Well, If I’m the hero, then you must be the damsel in distress.”

You cleared your throat and began mimicking Anakin again, “I do suppose that you speak like that. Why I go by Anakin Skywalker, and I’m a Jedi Knight. I’ve been on many perilous journeys, but the most perilous of them all has been to watch you. No battle droid or distant planet could compare to the chaos of handling an intergalactic singer.” You tried replicating the huskiness and cadence of Anakin’s voice. Instead, it came out sounding like you were recovering from a nasty cough. You poked fun at yourself too.

Anakin laughed at your brazen attempt to make fun of him. He dropped your ankle and grabbed your heels. They hung by their straps as his fingers gripped them with care.

“Very funny. Are you sure you weren’t written by a playwright? You should be more comfortable now that we’ve removed these atrocious heels. You should be able to walk without any hassle now.” You didn’t get a chance to say thank you to Anakin as he started walking toward the entrance.

You lingered behind for a second, taking in the moment. Anakin was too sweet. It was an action so simple yet it had your heart bursting all the same.

Anakin turned around when he felt you weren’t next to him. “Where are you going, pop star?”

You sent Anakin a small smile before responding, “Sorry, I’m coming.” You began walking to him. The two of you exited the party and walked toward the landing bay, where your airspeeder was patiently waiting for you.

When you and Anakin got home, it was dark. The apartment lights were off. The only light that filtered through were the lights from Coruscant’s skyline. A delicate moonlight washed over the apartment, creating a serene and safe atmosphere.

You felt exhausted. The effects of the alcohol wore down on the way home, and you were mostly silent. Chinone left you a message stating she got home safely, so you had nothing to worry about.

You recalled tonight’s events as you rested your eyes. From the intimate moment with Anakin at the start of the party, your scathing feelings toward Cressida, to Chione telling you to forget Anakin, and then being caught with another male by Anakin. Your head was all over the place, and the fast pace of the airspeeder did not help. You would have a lot to think about in the morning. You just wanted to get home for now and drift into Lalaland.

The speeder came to a slow halt as Anakin lowered the vehicle onto your landing platform. He helped you out of the speeder and the two of you went inside your apartment. This night completely drained you and you wanted nothing more than to go to sleep.

Before retreating to your room, you wanted to say one more thing to Anakin.

“Anakin? I just wanted to give you my thanks—not only for coming to the party with me but for opening up and not letting me go home with Rigel. And for the heels,” you confessed

“It was no issue. That’s what my job is for—ensuring your comfort and protection for the time being.”

“Still…thank you. When you first came here, I was scared that it would bring trouble, but you’ve been nothing but helpful and kind. Your mother raised you well.”

In one final act, you leaned and placed a gentle kiss on Anakin’s cheek. You let your lips linger for a moment before separating. You would tell yourself it was the last remaining bits of alcohol in your system tomorrow, but you knew better than that. It was an intentional act you hoped could convey your feelings when you could verbally not.

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carionto · 2 years ago

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Aliens observe Humans being Humans, just more

Humans have numerous events, holidays, celebrations and other gatherings for a wide variety of occasions. As cultures across the Galaxy go, not out of the ordinary, though quite louder than most.

One peculiar event a group of Coalition delegates attended was rather hard to understand. A large indoor location with some outdoor activity, many service stations set up around in a sort of makeshift town that specialized for this particular get-together, but we could not discern the purpose for it.

Humans were walking around dressed in a rather more eclectic fashion than typical and there seemed to be no connecting element. They would wait in line at these stations to interact with the attending service providers, receive items and signatures, sometimes in exchange for currency, sometimes not, take pictures of and with them, as well as with other attendees.

Some larger stations would host speeches and audio-visual demonstrations, as well as hands-on practice with whatever they were providing, usually a digital form of media, though sometimes a physical item too.

What was rather unusual was how the Humans would interact with us. Or, moreso - how they didn't. Most behaved as though we were fellow Humans as well, giving us praise for our appearance, and asking to take pictures with us, sometimes requesting we take certain stances both alone and with them.

There was a recurring set of similarly dressed Humans who would more often interact with us in similar manners. One group who were generally dressed in simple color coded attire would be overly respectful and considerate and engage us as though they were fellow diplomats and go on to talk about matters of Galactic import, though the names and institutions they cited were unfamiliar to us.

The other distinct group were Humans, we presume at least, housed within massive and elaborate suits of armor and weaponry, though panicked scans quickly revealed they were decorative in nature. They would often address us in a more derogatory manner and talk of overly hostile actions they would personally inflict upon us, which was quite disturbing to hear, but then they would laugh and become very friendly and also ask to take pictures with us. However, once again, the faction and organization names they used when referring to us were unknown entities.

After a couple of days of this, the event sort of just ended and the Humans scattered across the Earth and Solar system, many changing their attire into the more typical less elaborate but still highly diverse and uncoordinated items. We left still unsure of what we witnessed, but it appears these kinds of random gatherings of Humans who are almost always not personally connected with each other in any way happen quite frequently in many places around the world.

In conclusion, while we do not fully know how to categorize these "conventions", we summarize their purpose is mass communication, sensory stimulation, cultural exchange, and creation of new social bonds. Beyond that, it may be impossible to properly comprehend without direct assistance from Humans themselves.

#humans are weird #aliens #just an observation #what else do i tag #i guess #warhammer #and #star trek #im not very good at this #so i'll just insert suggestions that pop up #guess thats too rare #oh well #writing is hard #but fun #thinking is hard #and less fun #carionto

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the-dye-stained-socialite · 11 months ago

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A Brief Writeup on Marigold: (cw for red honey, imprisonment, death of a loved one, and moral corruption) Body Ref Here

The Love-Sick Captive was a revolutionary who led a lonely life on the surface. They were always passed from family to family, never keeping connections, friends, or anything really. Their life was always fraught, constantly moving, full of misery and pain. A troubled upbringing and unfair hand led them to become a revolutionary, wanting to right the wrongs through which they had lived in their woeful history. There was occasionally beauty as well though, when they worked on their lace. Lace which held codes, conveyed secrets, and funded many causes. Eventually, they found love, and became engaged

They stayed on the Surface until the murder of their fiance, the final straw after strings of deaths, illnesses, and severed connections. The murdered was both ex-lover, and hired assassin. Marigold came to the Neath, originally destined to be a Nemesis player. They continued their work as a model in the Neath, becoming an important line for communication and support.

Then they attended the wrong protest at the palace, and was captured by the Palace guards, and taken to the Cage-Gardens.

Now, thoroughly broken by the torture, they live in their cage, pining away after their Captivating Princess, willing to do anything to please her, include betraying other honey-hives who attempt escape.

Occasionally, the Princess will take them elsewhere under very close guard, for the purpose of making new, exciting memories to extract.

Sometimes she'll even let her flower go on playdates with her other pets.

Despute this though, Marigold is not above being punished and hurt. Hoever, the Princess is very careful to not kill them permanently, or risk their memories.

Marigold always has a wide-eyed look, seeming mildly, but pleasantly surprised by things. They rarely frown. They have a soft and long face shape. They deal with frequent brain fog, and honey pain. They are weak, and not kept in good health. Still, they're the best cared for Flower in the Gardens.

They wear a hat with a bug-veil that has holes eaten into it, prominently over one eye. Their clothes are tattered, and they sport a pristine red neck bow, given to them by the princess. Their eyes are sunken and dark ringed, but they always seem cheery. There is no difference between their iris and pupil, both are a hazy Red Honey color. The veil hides much of the worse effects of the honey on them, such as the honey itself, and the dark rings around their eyes, which are only visible through the holes.

Hair: Strawberry blonde

Color scheme: prominently yellow and red, plus orange.

Their eyes are the color of the red honey which they cry

Themes: love, pining, tragedy, obsession, Coping methods to deal with trauma. support systems and need for connections. cycles of abuse. Haunting, and being a ghost despite being alive

symbols: hearts, spoons, honey, flowers, bees, cages, chains

Tarot: Knight of Cups reversed

#oc chatter #fallen london #fallen london ocs #red honey #the captivating princess #marigold the captive

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gav-san · 6 days ago

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The Dark Age: 6

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Chapter Six: Laundering Your Reputation: A Villain’s Guide to Faking It

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You told him not to come.

You were very clear. Even included visual aids.

“If you set foot in that courtroom,” you had warned, waving a spatula for emphasis, “I will legally disown your entire face. I don’t care if you show up as a judge, a janitor, or a very convincing ficus. Stay away.”

All Smite had nodded at the time. Listened. Even blinked slowly, like he understood boundaries.

Which is why your brain nearly explodes when you open the courtroom door and see him already seated in the front row.

Three-piece suit. Perfectly ironed. Glasses. A mustache so fake it could be charged with fraud.

He is not alone.

Beside him is a man who looks like he has never slept a day in his life. Small, wiry, and swimming in terror. Your pretty sure he defends villains in other cases. His arms are wrapped around a stack of binders so color-coded they may have their own weather system. Every file is labeled in precise block print. One of them reads “Tenko’s Digestive Irregularities: Quarterly Review.”

You stare.

He nods.

You step back out the door.

A folder is shoved into your hand before you can escape.

“Tenko’s iron levels were low in March. Fixed that,” All Smite says. “He prefers grape-flavored vitamins now. Chewable.”

You open the folder. It contains charts. Bloodwork. A comparison between chewable and gummy vitamin absorption rates. You are not qualified for this level of parental espionage.

You take a seat beside him anyway. Your entire body vibrates with rage. He doesn’t seem to notice. Or care. He is too busy reviewing a printout titled “Lunchbox Contents and Emotional Response Correlation.”

Then the courtroom doors swing open.

And the real threat walks in.

Kotaro Shimura.

The kind of man who wears his cruelty like cologne. Expensive suit. Polished shoes. A smirk that belongs on a mugshot. He walks with the casual confidence of someone who has hurt people and gotten away with it.

Behind him, his lawyer. A tall, raven-haired woman with an expression carved from stone. She looks like she files restraining orders for fun.

Your stomach turns.

Kotaro doesn’t glance your way. Doesn’t acknowledge Tenko’s existence. His eyes pass over you both like you are furniture.

All Smite’s eyes don’t.

They track Kotaro’s every step.

Carefully.

Slowly.

All Smite doesn’t answer. His jaw tightens. The lawyer beside him begins sweating harder.

This is not how either of you hoped Nana’s only son would grow up, but there’s nothing either can do now.

The hearing begins.

Kotaro’s lawyer opens strong. She uses words like infrastructure, genetic legacy, biological prerogative. You don’t like how many times she says father’s rights.

You feel sick.

Tenko shifts uncomfortably in the seat behind you, clutching your bag like a life raft.

Then All Smite opens his briefcase.

And the real war begins.

Out come the binders. Dozens of them. Academic records. Attendance logs. Doctor’s notes. Vaccination history. There is an entire file dedicated to Tenko’s sleeping habits during allergy season. A tabbed index for emotional support plushies. A page titled Stomach Aches and Parental Presence: A Behavioral Study.

You almost scream.

He brought research.

The judge looks baffled. “And who are you, exactly?”

All Smite rises.

Voice low. Calm.

“I’m a family friend,” he says, like that word has weight. And history. And scars.

Then he speaks. Not loudly. But with clarity. Five minutes of a monologue that builds like a storm.

He talks about legacy.

About what it means to grow up in the shadow of something broken. What it means to survive cruelty and still choose kindness. What it means to be fed, and seen, and believed.

He says children do not belong to blood. They belong to the people who do the work.

Who pack the lunches. Who listen to the crying. Who help clean the mess when nightmares make it to daylight.

“Children remember who showed up,” he says. “Even when they’re old. Especially then.”

The courtroom goes still.

Even Kotaro looks unsettled.

When All Smite sits back down, the judge does not speak for a long time.

You elbow him hard. “You weren’t supposed to come.”

He takes a sip of coffee and replies evenly, “I printed you a clearance badge. Yours says ‘CO-GUARDIAN.’ You’re welcome.”

You consider homicide.

Then Tenko is called to the stand.

He walks slowly, nervous. Still small in his too-big vest. His shoes scuff softly against the floor.

“I don’t want to go back,” he says.

His voice shakes. But it doesn’t stop.

“My dad… he didn’t like noise. Or toys. Or when I got dirt on my clothes. He locked me in the backyard once. I almost ran away. But my aunt found me.”

He swallows.

“She feeds me. She doesn’t yell. Toshi bought me a toothbrush that’s just mine.”

The courtroom breaks.

The stenographer cries first.

Then the judge.

Then the lawyer with the sharp heels dabs her mascara.

You do not cry.

Not yet.

Not while Tenko’s voice is still shaking.

Not while the courtroom still echoes with the soft sound of tears that aren’t yours.

But something inside you begins to fray. A thread pulled loose. A quiet snapping of a knot that’s lived too long in your chest.

It doesn’t break. Not completely. But it gives.

Just enough.

Beside you, All Smite doesn’t cry.

He doesn’t move.

He just sits, too still for someone so large, jaw locked tight as though there’s something he won’t let himself say. Something old. Something buried deep. Whatever it is, it’s not yours to name.

But it’s there. And it’s loud in the silence.

The judge clears his throat.

“I see no reason to delay the verdict,” he says, though his voice lacks its usual formality. He signs the papers with a kind of reverence, like the pen weighs more than it should.

And just like that, it’s over.

No trumpets. No fireworks. Just ink drying on a page.

Custody is yours.

You don’t remember standing. You just remember the way your knees almost give out and how, without needing to be asked, All Smite rises with you, steady as a pillar.

He puts a hand on your elbow. Doesn’t look at you.

But he steadies you all the same.

Outside, the sun is offensively bright. Too golden. Too warm for a day that’s worn your soul thin.

You stand in the parking lot, dazed and blinking, like someone dropped you into a world that hasn’t yet caught up to the moment.

Tenko hums quietly beside you. The little tune is off-key, but it’s soft and sure. He clings to your hand like it’s an anchor and he’s finally found harbor.

You stare at the sky.

It doesn’t offer answers. It rarely does.

But for a single, suspended moment, it feels wide enough to hold your grief. Maybe even your hope.

All Smite doesn’t crowd you. He stays a few paces behind, hands buried in his coat pockets, like he’s afraid to step too close. Like he’s used to people breaking once they have nothing left to fight.

He doesn’t gloat.

Doesn’t make a quip.

He just says, “He deserves better.”

The words aren’t meant to land softly.

But they do.

He follows you to the car in silence. Opens the door like it’s habit. Like he’s always opened doors for you, even when you weren’t looking.

When you finally lower yourself into the passenger seat, your hands are shaking. Not enough to panic. Just enough to remind you that your body hasn’t caught up to your heart.

All Smite doesn’t speak. He doesn’t ask if you’re okay.

He just reaches into his coat and quietly hands you a single tissue, the kind you know he carries more for other people than himself.

You take it.

You don’t thank him.

But you hold onto it anyway, clutched in your lap like a surrender you’re not ready to speak aloud.

He rounds to the driver’s side, slipping in with that same quiet force that always makes you nervous. The kind of calm you don’t trust from a man who’s punched holes through buildings.

“You owe me,” he says, undoing his tie with a grunt.

You shoot him a look, dry and sharp. “I cooked for you for two months. I washed your blood-soaked hoodie. I ironed your cape while you snored like a freight train.”

He gives a thoughtful pause, rolling the tie around his fingers. Then nods once.

“Fair.”

Then, like a man who’s unquestionably going to disregard every traffic law known to the prefecture, he snatches the car keys with a cocky little flick of his wrist. His smirk is criminal. He turns to Tenko, who is thrilled.

You stare at him.

“You’re going to let him drive, aren’t you?”

“Just in circles,” he says, already adjusting the seat like this is his car now. “Probably.”

You don’t argue.

You should.

But instead, you let him.

You don’t know why.

Maybe it’s exhaustion.

Maybe it’s insanity.

Or maybe, just maybe, it’s the way he said he deserves better, like he wasn’t just talking about Tenko.

Maybe for the first time, you believe he’s trying.

And that might just be enough.

For now.

#gav story #evil all might #all smite x reader

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