#ashe lark

[tits-fisto]

Kinktober 2022 Masterlist

1st - Dia Daesha

Leather/Latex - Fennec Shand / Garsa Fwip

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3rd - Skittles

Drunk Sex - Cherise Magnetta / Dara Idella

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5th - Silk Sheets

Morning Sex - Ashe Lark / Quinlan Vos / Commander Fox

@penguinkiwi prompt

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7th - Never Enough

Creampie - Commander Bly / Aayla Secura

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9th - Dangerously Overwhelmed

Double Penetration - Clone Medic Nocte / Kit Fisto / Dara Idella

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11th - Temptation And Restraint

Love Bites/Marks - Kit Fisto / Dara Idella

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13th - Top Ten Senate Fuck Cupboards

Dry Humping - Quinlan Vos / Commander Fox

@calamity-aims prompt

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15th - When The Kids Are Away

Group Sex - Kit Fisto / Dara Idella / Mace Windu / Agen Kolar

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17th - Hold Me Tighter

Pegging - Dara Idella / Raim Collins

@penguinkiwi prompt

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19th - Sovereign

Overstimulation - Plo Koon / Kit Fisto

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21st - In All Your Finery

Lingerie - Quinlan Vos / Commander Fox

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23rd - Perfect

Bondage - Commander Bly / Aayla Secura

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25th - Mercy

Mirror Sex - Boba Fett / Din Djarin

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27th - Relax

Sensory Deprivation - Cin Drallig / Tholme / T'ra Saa

@penguinkiwi prompt

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29th - For Science

Nipple Play - Cherise Magnetta / Dara Idella

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31st - Every Word

Praise Kink - Boba Fett / Din Djarin

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[koymoa]

GUYS I HAD A VISION

[kiwikipedia]

The thing about the Jedi Temple Guard is people tend to forget that their oath states that they must protect and defend the Order, by any means, no matter the cost. Perhaps next time, Anakin might think twice about marching on the Temple with the intent to kill while over a hundred Jedi with no qualms about killing in order to protect the Order are stationed there— even if it means bringing him or the clones to death with their own hands and their identities known. Even if that means, for Ashe, killing the Clones that he once saw as friends.

(AU notes and Taglist below, ID in rb)

As per usual, I’ve wanted to do another AU with the Jedi Temple Guard. I don’t have it all mapped out but the general premise is that the Jedi Temple Guard are just a defensive and protection unit during a time of peace, they are uniform, and considered a single body lead by the Head of the Guard (Be it the Head Guard (different) assuming the position at the time or the Head of Security who has been granted that position).

They don ivory and gold as a sign of peace within the Temple, and are without a face. However, the moment danger comes to the Temple, when an enemy army is at their doorstep? They change. This moment is the only time when their faces and identities are known individually without breaking their oath, because is it not honorable for your enemy to know who it is they will die to?

Nonetheless, this face of the Jedi Temple Guard is that of a necessary monster— because the Jedi do kill wantonly, but protect, and yet, when it comes down to it, who is it that protect the Jedi Order? The Temple Guard will kill in order to defend, and perhaps they are monsters because of it.

But these are things that Anakin Skywalker did not know, things that Palaptine did not know. Because when Cin Drallig felt the snap in the Force signifying that four Masters had been killed, so did the rest of the Guard. And thus they acted accordingly. Palpatine expected for the Jedi to be taken off guard, as did Anakin as he lead the 501st to the Temple.

He did not expect to see the Jedi Temple Guard without their masks of white and gold waiting for him at every turn, he did not expect the wild and vicious side of the Jedi, who used their lightsabers as much as they used mundane weapons and their own fists, unflinching and not hesitating at all when facing down the Clones that the Jedi trusted so much.

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[willow-lark]

trick or treat 🍬

HI!! happy halloween 🍫🍫🍫 love the costume :D i am Too tired to write any fic rn but have some byler halloween headcanons:

will starts decorating for halloween in mid-august. he's a year-round halloween kind of guy. he decks out the entire house

mike is the one who buys the candy to set out. will always ribs him about his choices though lol

even before they get together they always coordinate their costumes, whether that's a full-party group costume or something that's just for them

they watch a ton of horror movies together

at some point, when they're older, will proposes that they dress up as demogorgons. mike is Not amused

they dressed up as sam and frodo from lotr once as kids, and once as adults. lucas and dustin flat-out refused to be merry and pippin and went as legolas and aragorn instead

[novankenn]

Reluctant Hero?

= Eleven = (Chapter List)

Pyrrha had passed out about three-quarters of the way through the impromptu amputation. Jaune grimaced as he grabbed the infected limb and tossed it aside. Carefully he checked her pulse, it was a little weak, and hoped she would survive his extreme action, but if she didn't, he knew he had at least saved her soul.

The backwash of a bullhead's engines buffeted them, and he used his body to protect Pyrrha from the bulk of the force, he forced himself to look up. Descending slowly indeed was a bullhead, and hanging out the open side hatch was none other than Professor Goodwitch.

Pulling Pyrrha from the tree and hooking his arms under her armpits, he dragged her towards the landing aircraft.

Glynda: WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER?

Jaune: I SAVED HER LIFE! NOW IT'S YOUR TURN!

Jaune gave a little gasp ad Pyrrha's body was surrounded by a purple energy and began to float into the air. He watched while trying to shield his eyes from debris as her body vanished into the waiting bullhead.

Jaune: GET HER MEDICAL HELP!

Glynda: I'M GOING TO HAUL...

Jaune: NO! Point me in the direction...

Glynda: LOOK OUT!

Jaune spun about and dove to the side as another of those damnable corrupted Beowulf leapt for him. Rolling to his feet, he yanked on the pull cord. His saw roared to life. It leapt at him again, its slavering maw opened impossibly wide.

From her perch, Glynda Goodwitch watched in shock and horror as Jaune proceeded to duck under another attack before launching his own. Black sludge sprayed him and the forest floor as he bisected the beast at the waist before driving the tip of his saw into the back of it's head. It burst like an over-ripe fruit. Splattering Jaune with even more gore.

Glynda: I'M GOING TO...

Jaune: NO! POINT ME IN THE DIRECTION OF THE NEXT LARGEST GROUP!

Glynda: BUT...

Jaune: NOW!

Glynda pointed, and with his saw still running, Jaune took off. As soon as he vanished into the brush, Glynda signalled the pilots to move off.

/==/ 5 minutes Later /==/

Russel: Stop fighting, Cardin. Join us! Surrender your soul, and feel real strength!.

Cardin: (Struggling while using the half of his mace to keep the twisted form of Russel from his neck) We grew up together! Snap out of it, Rus!

Russel: I'm going to suck out your soul!

????: Suck on this!

Russel: Huh?

Cardin flinched as the shotgun muzzle that was shoved against the side of Russel's head went off. Black slime and brain matter shower his face.

????: Get up! We have to go!

Cardin: Who... who are you?

Jaune: The name is Jaune, now get off your ass!

Cardin: (Getting to his feet and hefting Executioner) You kill... killed him!

Jaune: No shit, and saved your ass in the process!

Cardin: You... (Cardin stopped as he found a running chainsaw pointed at his face)

Jaune: After we survive, you can try and kick my ass, until then, listen and listen good! These are not your friends, they have been corrupted, taken over.... whatever.

Cardin: What?

Jaune: Listen, and listen good! There is something in this forest, and it killed your friends and then twisted them and brought them back to kill more people!

Cardin: That is insane! You're insane!

Sky: Cardin, I'm coming... of Jauney you're here! (Lifts his hand, showing off the lifeless form of Dove hanging from his hand.) Like my puppet?

Cardin: What the fuck?

Jaune didn't reply or even fire off a quip, he just broke open the breech of his shotgun over his right forearm and with practised ease slammed two fresh shells into the chambers.

Sky: So many fresh souls out here, Jauney, so many.

[thetrailofflames]

If you want to get really dark with Ashfoot, maybe leaders of wind have a 'bloodline trait', like certain markings or a type of ears, and at a young age, she tried to make himself have that trait

Certain markings? Berry juice, stained onto their pelt.

Certain type of ears? Have her try to mimic it through adding cattail fluff to them.

Oh they do. I just had a time trying to decide what it was. I had to make sure it was something that didn’t have to do with African or indigenous culture .

They have a marking on their legs and even more rarer the circle facial marking.

Lemme show you an example with Magpietail

If you have an ounce of founder blood, ya’ll have these markings.

Ashfoot did try to make herself a true descendent when she was young, with help from her friend, Lizardpaw

It wasn’t well received to say the least. On side, they mocked her, thinking she could ever measure up to a founder blood and on the other, insulted her for thinking she’s better than them.

[littleouroboros]

So I've been playing Vigilant mod

[alonglistofbirds]

[353/10,977] Ash's Lark - Mirafra ashi

Order: Passeriformes Suborder: Passeri Superfamily: Sylvioidea Family: Alaudidae (larks)

Image credit: Birds of the World

[christinaroseandrews]

All her life, Esme has desired exactly 2 things: becoming a master perfumer and Charles Brittle. While pursuing her first dream of becoming a master perfumer at a conference in Edinburgh, she almost literally runs into Charlie. The once former bookbinder has a surprise for her, he’s a pirate. Not only that he needs her help.

What’s a master perfumer to do?

This is a fun short novel, it’s a little too long for a novella at 165 pages, The book features two working class protagonists, which let me tell you is super rare for a historical romance set in Europe. (There’s even an ask about it on gimmeromance)  The book follows the quest for Charlie to free himself from his servitude aboard the pirate ship as well as Esme’s pursuit of becoming a master perfumer. I particularly liked the sections that discussed the different perfumes and scents.

Esme was not the heroine I expected. She was delightfully practical but at the same time also a dreamer. Ever optimistic and lighthearted even when circumstances were at their lowest. Charles is an interesting mix of alpha hero and beta hero. He is a contradiction. Life aboard a pirate ship has hardened him mentally as well as physically. He’s intelligent but he also knows when to back away and let Esme shine. Frankly I liked him. I also liked that he didn’t assume that his dream was worth more than hers. And that’s quite frankly way to rare in romance.

There are some triggers that I need to warn about. There’s some mild petnapping (everything works out okay). And there’s a lot of very frank discussion about human trafficking and how pressing actually works.

But despite those things. It’s a fun light book. It’s even intrigued me enough that I picked up one of the books at my library book sale. Four Stars

If this is your jam, you can get it here.

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[kiwikipedia]

This will be put on SpYouTube for the Galaxy to Watch later on. Goodbye Hakra, you'll be missed.

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[animentality]

Gortash being an asshole to Durge’s new partner is something I want in the game so bad. You don’t even have to read it as romantic, just him being jealous his bff has a new favorite. Like “Oh you love them do you? How long have you known them, 2 months? That’s cute. I knew them for 12 years.”

“You helped them figure out the puzzle in the Illithid Colony? How quaint! We designed that puzzle together on a lark, quite frankly it was the least of the things we made together.”

“You’re trying to make them better? Well I just accepted them as they were. I never thought they needed any fixing.”

Anon.

Anon, listen to me.

Look me in the eyes...

The whole world loves you when you're a hero.

He was the only one who loved you when you were a villain.

When they waltzed back into his life, surrounded by heroes, wearing the mask of heroes, he scoffed.

He looked you in the eye and said, I know you better than they ever will. I know what you truly are. No matter what you say to him, he is convinced that you haven't changed a bit.

Because he can't accept that.

Because he can't accept his friend is gone, or else he'll be forced to accept that he let them down. He let them die.

And now, their empire is lost, and their friendship is in ashes.

He has to believe you're still his Durge, or else he'll have to succumb to the grief that is, losing someone who is still very much alive.

[novankenn]

Reluctant Hero?

= Twelve = (Chapter List)

Cardin: (Stunned) Sky? Dove? What?

Sky: (Laughing as he raised Dove's corpse into the air) Cardin, how are you? You should join me. Sky's such a great guy. I couldn't...

Dove's head burst as Jaune's shotgun went off. The blast also removing Sky's hand.

Sky: You bastard!

Jaune: Listen, Cardin was it?

Cardin just nodded.

Jaune: To stop them, you need to take off their head. To destroy them completely, you need to destroy their head! You got that?

Cardin: What?

Jaune: Aim for the head, or he's going to kill you!

Sky snarled and leapt towards between them, knocking them both off their feet. Thanks to years of training, Cardin was the first to recover, rolling to his feet. He chamber his weapon to strike, but hesitated.

Sky: Join us.

Cardin fell backwards as the blade of a running chainsaw was swung past his face. Sky contorted his body, bending perfectly in half backwards. The move was accentuated with the loud snap of bones.

Sky: Rude! I'm trying to have a private conversation here, Bonnie Jauney!

Cardin climbed to his feet as Jaune was caught in the chest and thrown backwards by a kick to his chest. Sky having raised his upper half, that now swayed in an unnerving manner.

Sky: (Stumbling forward) I'm going to kill you first, and then I'll feast on the meathead!

Cardin had his mace chambered to strike, yet he still hesitated. Sky, Russel, Dove, they had all more or less grew up together. Training and hanging out during their time in the Huntsman prep-school.

Jaune: (Trying to crawl backwards away from the closing Sky) That isn't the person you knew! It's an abomination that will KEEP killing unless it's stopped!

Sky: Ah, Jauney. Trying to instill hope, in a coward? How noble... but you're pathetic life...

Cardin twisted the bottom handle of his mace, setting off the fire dust inside the flange adorned head of Executioner. The blast showered both him and Jaune in gore. Jaune didn't even really flinch, and just clambered back to his feet. Cardin, however, stood there, his weapon falling from nerveless fingers.

CardIn: I... I... I...

Jaune: (Shoving Cardin with his only hand) Snap. Out. Of. It! You did what had to be done! Now get your shit together! We have to gather who ever else might be still alive and get out of here!

Cardin: I... I...

Jaune: I don't have fucking time for this! Have your nervous breakdown when we get back to Beacon!

Cardin: I killed him.

Jaune: He was already dead. Get that through your skull. He was already dead! Anyone who looks like he did... is dead.

Cardin: That... that... that's not possible. The dead don't...

Jaune: Fuck! (Points to his left) I'm going that way! You can follow me, or you can get your ass back to Beacon. You're choice.

Jaune took off in the direction he pointed, leaving Cardin alone. As he stood there, he could hear the shrieks and screams in the distance. Shivering, he slowly looked at his mace, then he turned his attention to the path that Jaune guy had run off on, before looking back at Beacon.

Cardin: (Meticulously replacing the fire dust in the head of his weapon.) For my friends.

[messrsbyler]

found this what element writer are you? quiz and thought it would be fun so i took it and i’m making this a tag game bc i wanna know what y’all get

i got fire writer

You burn. In the night, under the hot sun, you burn. You shine in the darkest nights, bringing to your readers an immortal fire.

No one is able to portray feelings better than you. Emotions burn your characters, making them matches in dark rooms, lighting up everything, and burning from their own hands. Your best is shown in short stories, where the flames of your character’s souls can burn brighter than ever, and become ashes.

Your stories hold the most passionate love, soft sighs whispered against a lover’s skin, and the neon lights of a night club. Pain is your second name, and you don’t mind it. Wars, betrayal, yearning, and enemy to lovers are your favorite tropes. But when you decide to comfort, the fierce fire that burns in your soul becomes the warm hug of a blanket in a cold day. Established relationships, pre-relationship fluff and medical fics are great at showing this softer side of you. Keep burning, and show everyone how hard a fire can burn, even in the coldest of the nights.

no pressure tags for: @babygirl-jonathanbyers @andiwriteordie @foodiewithdahoodie @strangeswift @wiseatom @astrobei @elekinetic @parkitaco @willow-lark and anyone else who wants do to it!!

[ariesmusingz]

૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ╱ one syllable name masterlist ( below the cut is #181 one syllable first names. they are a mixture of feminine, masculine and neutral names, but please use as you see fit. please like / reblog if you found useful. )

air

anne

art

ash

ayn

banks

bay

bear

beck

bee

bell

ben

bess

birch

bird

blair

blaise

bliss

blue

blythe

bo

bram

branch

bree

britt

brock

brooke

brooks

cal

cale

carl

cash

cat

ceil

chance

charles

chris

clare

clay

cole

cort

cove

crew

cy

dale

dan

dane

dash

dax

day

dean

dove

drew

dune

elle

eve

faith

fay

fern

finn

firth

fox

frank

frost

gael

gage

grant

gray

greer

gus

gwen

hal

hank

hayes

hope

huck

hugh

jack

jade

james

jane

jay

jett

joan

joe

john

joy

jude

june

kai

kate

kay

kent

kerr

king

kit

knox

lake

land

lane

lark

lee

leith

lou

love

lux

luz

mac

mae

max

maeve

mark

maude

max

miles

nash

nate

neil

nell

north

nyx

oak

paige

paul

pax

pearl

penn

pierce

pike

poe

price

psalm

puck

quinn

ralph

ray

reed

reese

rex

rose

roy

ruth

sage

saint

sam

sean

seth

shane

shay

sim

sloane

snow

storm

tai

tate

tay

tess

thad

tom

true

truth

ty

vale

van

vaughn

vern

wade

walt

wes

west

whit

will

win

wolf

wren

wynn

yahn

zack

zane

zeke

zen

[soulless-computerbug]

Toby:

Oak, birch, aspen trees, sunlight filtering through the leaves, the rush of the north wind. Babbling brooks and creeks, a trout jumping and splashing on the surface. Campfires, woodsmoke, ash and dust rising from a glowing plume into the starry night. Bonfires. House fires. Dumpster fires in the cold icy streets. Car exhaust and drunk drivers on empty lonely highways, flat energy drinks in the cup holders. The sound of splitting wood, cracking ice, falling stone. Granite sparkling in the dusk light. Icy cold fingertips pressed against your palm, nails gently biting your skin.

Kate:

Stale cigarette smell in old musty carpet. The clack of billiard balls against each other, quiet chatter and laughter, low blues music crackling through old speakers. Blues, classic rock, hard rock, headbanging to old punk music in the car with your friends, parked in the lot after a highschool game. Smiling so wide your cheeks ache. Pounding throbbing feet on concrete, the rough grooves of brick and mortar under your nails. The chokehold of terror in your chest, the moon through douglas firs and redwood trees. February breeze at 3am, cold air seeping under your jacket, the flannels of your pants. Cold fingers, cold toes, steaming hot water that stings like pure bliss. The taste of medicine that follows the ringing of an alarm.

Cody:

Larks and robins at 5am. The smell of black coffee and old books, the rustle of papers and shuffle of feet. Linoleum tile under leather doc marten soles. Rye grass and blue river water, stormy gray skies. The thwap of latex gloves against your wrist like a second skin. Bubbling, fizzing, foaming, colors shifting from green to gray to blue to orange. Apple slices as you scratch note after note onto old notebook paper. Losing your voice after screaming for hours, dull migraines and illusory palinopsia. Lyssavirus, crutzfeldt-jakobs disease, marburgvirus, all neatly labeled in perfect little vials. Lying in wait.