#dont really need to know star wars that much

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Drabble: Sith Terry and Jedi Padawan Daniel - Part 2

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A week after meeting Master Silver, Daniel and his master were sent to Sullust on a mission to defend the planet from an insurgency of pirates and to establish a provisional anti-piracy committee.

Most of the mission went smoothly and swiftly. They originally expected to spend several weeks hunting down the pirates, but Master Miyagi suggested they set a trap to lure them back. In only a few days, the criminals returned to steal the valuables and were caught by Daniel and his master. After transporting them to the Sullust prison, they spend the rest of the week assisting the planet leaders with setting up procedures and processes to handle future piracy.

While Sullust was a beautiful planet, Daniel was excited to return home. Thanks to the planet’s toxic atmosphere, he barely got to step outside during their stay, and there’s nothing he enjoyed more than being in nature these days. But en route to Coruscant, their starship was attacked by vengeful pirates in response to their mission on Sullust.

Though they were able to take down the pirates, Master Miyagi’s ship was damaged in the fight, and their landing was rough. Daniel’s master was injured in the crash and required several days of rest. As a Padwan, he couldn’t go on any missions until Master Miyagi recovered and was told to practice training in the meantime.

Daniel’s spent the last three days alone, unable to see his master while he recovered. Through their training bond, he knew his master was safe, but he was anxious to check on him. He was also eager to leave the temple, which he couldn’t do without Master Miyagi until he became a Jedi Knight.

Standing in the training grounds of the temple, he stares at the Great Tree in the center of the courtyard and wonders how long he should spend here today. The younglings will be by in a few hours, and though Daniel loves seeing them, he doesn’t want to disrupt their class. Ali, another Padawan, would be returning from a mission later tonight. Maybe he could convince her to come spar with him so he wouldn’t have to practice alone. He’s battling the remote currently and growing bored after a few rounds.

When another shot beams out of the device, he swings the blue lightsaber across his body to easily deflect the laser. For the next attack, Daniel decides to get creative and flips his body while striking the ray of light. He ends up with his back facing the device, which pauses with a beep, when he hears a voice behind him.

“You training for another tournament?”

He whirls around to come face-to-face with Master Silver and can’t restrain a smile. Since they came back from Sullust, with no mission to distract him, the mysterious Jedi has been on Daniel’s mind. But he knows Master Miyagi would disapprove, labeling his interest as an attachment. Though Daniel’s not sure what he’d call it either.

“Master Silver,” Daniel greets, disarming his saber. “So nice to see you again. But no—not training for another tournament. Just training for…the trials…I guess…If I ever get a chance”

Master Silver steps closer to him. “You gotta have more confidence,” he declares, placing a hand on Daniel’s shoulder. “You’re the champion, remember?” Daniel chuckles and tries not to focus on the warmth coming off the Jedi. “I’m sure Master Miyagi will send you on a mission soon..”

He shrugs his shoulders. “I don’t know. I’m already nineteen and won two of those tournaments so far,” Daniel answers bitterly. “I mean—I know I’m not supposed to have ‘attachments’ but I haven’t seen my ma’ since I was four. My master said I could see her after I became a knight, at least once.”

The hand on his shoulder squeezes gently before releasing. “I know how you feel, Danny,” Master Silver sighs, and Daniel doesn’t correct him on his name. Even though he shouldn’t give in to the feelings, his heart flutters at Master Silver speaking to him so casually. “My master didn’t deem me worthy until I was twenty.”

Daniel gasps. “What? You? How could that be?” he asks then sees the smirk on the Jedi’s lips. “Uh—it’s not like I know ya’ that well. Just—you seem really...worthy of Knighthood.”

“Well, so do you. I may not…know you that well either,” Master Silver begins, his tone almost teasing. “But I saw you fighting just now. You’re fit to be a Jedi Knight in my eyes.”

His face warms under the praise. “That’s not what Master Miyagi says. He claims I gotta’ a lot of training left to do,” Daniel mutters, trying not to sound so ungrateful for his master.

“That’s too bad,” Master Silver says, then steps back and reaches down to retrieve the lightsaber from his belt. He spins the weapon in his hand once before igniting the yellow shining end. “But there’s only so much you can learn from one teacher. Why don’t I show you something new?”

He wants to say yes, his heart pounding at the idea of seeing Master Silver fight. But he shakes his head and stammers, “I don’t know if my master would approve.” “He doesn’t think you’re ready for the trials either,” Master Silver points out.

The Jedi’s words are convincing. Daniel ignites his lightsaber and firmly grips the hilt. “Teach me, Master Silver,” Daniel tells him. “I’m ready to learn.”

Master Silver’s smile sharpens. “Okay, come at me like you would an enemy,” he orders, waving him over with his free hand.

Daniel doesn’t hesitate. He runs forward with a cry and slashes at the Jedi with his weapon. But Master Silver simply stretches out his hand, and before Daniel knows what’s happening, he’s thrown to the ground several feet away, his lightsaber falling from his hand. Stunned by the Jedi’s use of the force, he doesn’t even get up right away, watching Master Silver stride over.

“Are you all right, Padawan?” he asks with a frown, holding out his hand.

“Uh-” He stammers. His heart skips at the title, and that’s why Daniel doesn’t take his hand, getting up by himself. “I’m fine. I’m just—were you using the force?” When he asks this question, his voice is in a whisper, knowing they’re out in the open.

“Of course,” Master Silver answers, and his eyes follow Daniel fetching his lightsaber from the floor.

He brings his weapon over to the Jedi and whispers, “Aren’t we…not allowed to use the force in combat?”

The Jedi chuckles. “That’s what they say. ‘Use the force as a last resort.’ But my master used the force in battle all the time,” he explains. “Haven’t you seen Master Miyagi do the same?”

His memories of their last mission come back to him, and Daniel nods. “Yeah. But only when he had to, you know?”

Master Silver frowns and turns off his saber, placing the weapon back in the holster. “I understand your concern,” he begins.”But as a Jedi, the force is our most powerful weapon, and you should always be ready to fight. Why limit yourself in battle?”

That’s what Daniel thought when Master Miyagi told him. “Yeah, I get it. But Master Miyagi is my master. I gotta listen to him if I wanna become a Jedi Knight,” he says and bows to Master Silver. “But thanks for trying to help.”

There’s a pause where Master Silver says nothing. Then he smiles and steps closer, sending heat back to Daniel’s cheeks. “It’s my pleasure, Danny,” he purrs, grabbing his shoulder again. “And if you’re ever missing a master again, I’ll be more than happy to fill that position.”

Daniel’s heart thunders in his chest, and he refuses to speak, watching Master Silver leave the training rounds.

The Jedi Code forbids attachments. They are not allowed to marry, have kids, or loved ones. All their relationships must remain platonic, and even then, the friendship can only be so strong. But Daniel knows his feelings for Master Silver are growing, and he doesn’t want to push them away. It’s not simple lust like he was taught as a youngling, a feeling he can act on and forget. Daniel wants to be with Master Silver in any way he can.

But instead of chasing after Master Silver, he forces himself in the opposite direction, heading for the meditation garden.

[gladiatorcunt]

han solo wants what atton rand has

[p4nishers]

"the council should've granted anakin the rank of a master–" i have a gun.

[skrunksthatwunk]

world's thinnest walls versus parents' stupidest argument

[cowvboyenema]

yeah ive made a living making movies

yeah i didnt watch most any of them in the formative years of my life

we exist

[jakesangel]

unrequited love w jake - 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒘𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔 event request

preview : he is always putting you first, why can't he be his girlfriend. allas, you're only his childhood best friend

word count + genre : angst ( i tried to ) . 3.1k ( word vomit so it's not proofread

warning : dorm roommate, childhood best friends, confession, rejection, happy ending, reader gets in her head easily but never cries, jake is a sweetheart

having jake as a bestfriend is the best thing possible in the world. the sweet australian boy who always help you for your physic exams or who's being his dog layla when you're on your period. but it's also the worst thing because of random girls asking you for his number or being hugged by him because you're his cute little sister. it's even worse because no boys are hitting on you, being too scared of to hit on the leader soccer team's favorite girl. so you're jsut left to watch your love story inexist, daydreams of kissing jake the only thing you can do.

baby y/nie ? are you listening to me ? he said with a pout when he realized you werent listening to his usual lego rants while doing lego. sorry jaeyunie, i just keep thinking about our last exam, but i'm here now, you say as you try to convince him tho the pet name made you sadder than what your thoughts did. y/n ? youre okay ? his worry overtaking his body, dropping the lego piece comming closer to you, you know im here for you hm ? his round eyes searching yours. yes, i promise yunie ! im sorry for worrying you, please tell me about that star wars lego set ? to pretedn to the fullest youre acrually okay, you finish your sentence with your hand on his cheek, smiling softly at him but it wssbt needed as hearinf the wors star wards and lego set together pearked his imaginary puppy ears. he goes back on the set, talking about how excited he is for the pieces to arrive tomorrow, indirectly asking you to do them with him tomorrow . i'm studying tomorrow yunie, i’m not done yet with the last chapter, you reply with some sadness filling your voice, not believing of what you gonna say next, but you could do it with emma ? he gives you a confused expression that can only warms your heart, emma ? why would i do lego with her ? its our thing baby y/nie, he answers nonchalently, as he places the last piece on his now finishes thor hammer. finally ! its looks so good isnt it ! he shows you the piece finally done, come on we need to put it up, it's the best one we've ever done ! he excitedly said, jumping on his feet to go to his bedroom. you followed smiling to his puppiness but also from his unasked reasurance. wouldn't it be better in the living room ? i want to see it too, you say w round eyes too, genuinely wanting to see you guys work everyday. which he is more than happy to comply, his love for your happiness alwaya taking over when it fomes to you. omg yes ! always having good ideas, y/nie !, kissing your cheek as he goes to tje round tbale in the center of the kivinf room.

it comes to a shock, coming back from classes to see the said emma on the sofa, checking the lego pieces done just a day before. oh hi y/n, i didn't hear you coming, she said staying on the sofa, just turning around, not even greeting you properly. she has that arrogant smile of hers, paired w her high knee boots and mini skirt. you smile back, going straight to your room, studies waiting or you, you know i should thank you for talking about me to jake but it would be hypeocite of me to do so. we all really really hate you, so please, once jake is mine, stop bothering me hm ? she warned me before turning around to reapply your lipgloss. you can't even defend yourself as jake comes back from his room, smiling at you. baby y/nie ? how was your day ? he asked as he comes for a hug. just classes, you know how it is. you ? you hug him tighter to piss emma even more. as much as he will never date you, he is still your jake and everyone knows it, that she likes it or not. dont wait for me tonight, im having dinner with emma. but i made you your usually study snack and ive made a study plan waiting for you on ur desk. please use it well hm ? he softly says, detaching from you, see you later baby y/nie, domt stuyd too late! he says, coming closer to her, not even looking at her but taking the girls hands, making her proudly smile at you, winning the mental battle you both had. he doesnt even see it as he waits for you to bid him goodbye, which you gladly do, not forgetting to add the baby innfromt of his name, makimg him giggle and getting a frown from her. finally gone, you enter your bedroom, plopping on your bed, softly sighing, taking in everything that had happened. why would she hate me ? ive never ever talked to her, but when she asked me his phone number. and who is we ? are the girls threatened by you ? do they think i have a chance with jake ? or even the boys ? that would explain why none of thek ask me out ? but what about him ? is emma even his type ? she is pretty and seems smart but she is also so arrogant and entitle ? cant he see it ? or is it actually what he likes ?

trying to study is useless, your thoughts belonging to jake, you can only take a shower and pray for the best tomorrow. but even as you shampoo your hair, you can't help but think about emma's reaction. was she really scared of you or is it just her usual self ? so you've been standing there, the water hitting your scalp, for 30 minutes, trying to figure out what you should do. if she was really scared of you that means you can actually have a future with jake as your boyfriend. all the baby y/nie or little gesture will come out as romantic and not as his little sister anymore. as you realized you have a chance, you finish your day in peace, eating the snack jake made you, his infamous ramen, heating it up before going the watch a movie on the sofa. it's only mid movie in, you hear the keys in the door, announcing jake's arrival. i'm in living room ! you whisper yell, letting him know of your presence. y/nie ? why are you still awake at this time bby, he say wrapping his arms around your neck, are you done studying, he finally whisper in your ear, making you all fuzzy. not really, but i saw your study plan, i'll read it before sleeping. join me ? the movie is almost done. you offer, your head titling so you can look at him, i also want to cuddle with you and you can tell me about your date ? you ask cutely, knowing jake wouldn't never say no to cuddles with you. anything you want bby, he says with a kiss before detaching himself from your back. he would smile as he lay on your belly, indirectly asking you to play with his hair, which isn't even needed to be asked. he rubs his face on you, almost cat like, and hums finally getting comfortable. did you have a bad day yunie ? you seemed okay earlier. you softly ask, still brushing hair hair. yeah, it's just emma. she isn't how i thought she was and she talked bad about you so im just disappointed. i could never date someone who doesn't like you bye y/nie, you mean to much for me he says, his head finally lift up, looking right at you. besides she is too much of a diva, i prefer someone like you. someone who wouldnt judge me for playing legos or playing with my hair without needing to be asked to, he smiles at you. i'm really lucky to know you y/nie, he finishes, his head finally going back on the rubbing, acting as if those words were normal to be told, but you know jake is someone really vocal, specially to you, but you can't help but hear something else. like he wants you. and more than just friends. me too yunie, im really really happy to have you by my side. besides who wouldn't want to play with your soft hair, i love them so much. you say making the both of you giggle. and it's like that, the day ends, jake laying on you and you playing with his hair, comfort filling the living room.

omg jake wake up ! we're gonna be late for the exam ! is how up you started your day. but you're now, here, almost tearing where you were soothing jake yesterday who is now the one comforting you, which is something you hate the most. i'm okay jake, we don't have to talk about it, let's just order pizza please. jake knows you aren't the type to talk about your feelings, specially when you feel like crying but for some reason today he can't stop pressuring you, come on y/nie baby, we can talk about it. im sure u didn't do that bad, you'll do better next time, he tried to reassure you, his hand coming to your hair, stroking it. jake, you said, going back, leaving a inch between the two of you, i do not want to talk about it. are you gonna order them or should i do it, you reply almost too coldly. y/n please, i know you, you don't have to keep it in. i'm sorry you feel disappoint- if you know me you'd know i don't want to talk about it nor do i enjoy being in this position right now, jake, you cut him off leaving the living room to go in your bed room, leaving a sad puppy by himself. you feel awful for snapping at him, but you couldn't help it as your nerves are already hanging w a thin thread because of that exam. and having jake all over you, interrogate you with question over your feelings is too much.

you didn't realized you zoned out, right here, sitting up on the edge of your bed, until you hear jake's knock on your door, y/n ? can you open the door please ? you hear a scared jake on the other side of the door, yeah come in, making him enter your bedroom. he never looked this sad, your best friend never wanted to make you sad or be the cause of your distress. ive ordered the pizzas do you want some ? he softly ask, slowly coming towards you, scared to do the wrong thing. it's in the kitchen if you do want it. he is finally in front of you, kneeling up to see your face. i'm sorry if i pressured you, y/nie, i know you don't like being vulnerable. i don't know why i pressured you. he softly tells, his finger lifting your chin to look at him. my apologize baby. he finishes with his eyes asking for forgiveness. i'm so sorry too, i shouldn't have lashed out on you, you say as you throw your arms around you. you're always so so nice to me, i shouldn't have snapped at you. i'm sorry jake, you really dont deserve it, as your arms thigthens around his neck. hearing you, only made his heart sadden, he picks you up by your thighs, to make you more comfy in the bed w a come on baby,let's get you comfy. you can only giggle to that making his heart and mind happy again. once settled, your head on his chest, his on your pillow, a comfortable silence falls upon the both of you. his arms encircling you and his thumbs softly stroking your skin, his soft scent filling up your nose, made you feel such at peace. cuddling with jake is always so calming and comforting and it's somehow making you fearless to tell him your true feelings. jaeyunie ? you say looking up to him, asking for his attention. hm ? he just replies , already looking at you. always looking at you. i feel really good with you. i love being in your arms or playing with your hair. you're confident jake likes you back, he wouldn't be here if he didn't right ? me too y/nie baby, me too, he softly chuckled, happy that you arent mad at him anymore. no jake i mean it, i love it all. youre so nice, and smart and i just can't help but want to be more than your best friend. you expected to see a jake smiling at you, but you're faced with a jake with a confused furrowed brows. what ? as he detach himself from you, to actually look at you, looking for any joke in your face. i hate it when you go on dates with others girl or when you call me baby because im a year younger than you, i want to be the one holding your arm on friday nights or being called baby because you like me as your gf, you explain yourself, the end of the your phrase said in a whisper. and the once comfortable silence became anxious to you, jake processing your tirade. do you not feel the same way ? you asked scared of his verdict, but that only made him leave the room, shock overtaking him.

since then jake been avoiding you. the once nights fulled of braiding jake's hair and legos are now replaced with the living room empty, the light always turned off. jake spent his time either at practice or in his room, even avoided you in the kitchen, going in when you leave or leaving you when you go in. you on the other hand, is busying yourself with studies trying to do your best for the next final but it's mostly to stay in denial of your current situation. you've lost your best friend, and every time you come out of your room, the thor hammer keeps reminding you of it. he even stopped offering his help for any studies, or prepared you any study snacks. he stopped looking at you or mentioning you. the girls also stopped coming to you for his number, sensing the shift of your dynamic with him, but going straight to him. it even more painful now to see so many dolled up girls all over him, all of them knowing you aren't in the picture anymore. so here you are, spending a friday night by yourself after the long week full of studying n repressing your feelings. you know jake isn't going to be here tonight, surely in one of many dates he has, so you snuggle yourself on the couch along with snack you bought yourself earlier. but it came to a surprise, to see jake arriving at 7pm. he stops when he sees the tv light on, not knowing if he should greet you or not. he simply stay frozen, the both of you staring at each other, but like a week ago, he leaves you alone, going into his bedroom. and you thought all of this didnt affected you that much, but as you have nothing to focus on anymore, you can only cry, right there, in front of the movie you picked earlier, for the first time in a long time.

the tears keep failling down as the movie goes by, the tv light the only thing linking your mind and reality together, you can't even hear how loud you are. your sobs doesn't go unnoticed by jake, coming out of his room. you don't even hear his first y/n ? your back the only thing he can see. he never saw you nor hear you crying, and the scene in front of you is way too funny to make you cry. so he calls again, louder, with no answers but the slightest from the movie. he tries one last time, with a hand touching your shoulder, making you leave that weird trance you were in. jake ? you say as you wipe your tears. wha- what do you want ? you ask, failing to pretend that you are okay. he doesn't reply right away, coming to sit next to you. he opens his arm, a sign of an invitation not sure if you're okay with it or not, but still wanting to offer. you on the other hand were craving his touch, so you juts crawl on his lap, hand clenching on his hoodie, tears automatically coming back.

he lets you cry for a while, still trying to soothe you with hair strocks and shhh, even rocking you side to side but as he seems your tears don't fade away, his hands leaves your hair to hold gently the both side of your face, y/nie look at me please, he whisper. but as you can't even dare to look at him, a mix of shame and sadness filling your body, he'd just start kissing your tears. come on y/nie,as he keeps on pecking your face, i want to tell you something but i need you to look at me first, the long time per names finally coming back. you slowly turn your eyes to his, only to see adoration on his, speaking silently to you. i am so sorry of how i reacted this entire week. i was so shock when you told me you liked me, i genuinely saw you like my little sister, my long time bestfriend i've always had. i couldn't possibly imagine myself dating you. but i should have told you that instead of being a dumb ass. and then i felt so so ashame, i couldn't even face you in the kitchen. how i could i make the most important person in my life,so sad and, he stops, a hand coming to his hair, trying to find his words, i just couldn't bear it anymore. that time away from you made me realize that i in fact like you too y/nie. i cant live without you baby. who will i do my legos with ? or go home to, to have my hair played with ? or eat my not so good ramen whne i make them, he says between chuckles, making you laugh too. what i wanna say is that, i dont want any of those activites to be done with anyone else. i just want you y/n.

notes : hai anon, i've never written any fic before, n im not even gonna talk about the angst, i hope it feeds you well tho > < i actually didn't want to write it as i don't write anything fictional but i somehow liked ur request so here it is <3

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[txttletale]

You've helped expose me to a lot of theory that I hadn't read before, and I'm realizing i need to read more theory for real, like. Actually. That being said; The more I start to lean into communist thoughts and not just anti capitalist, I find myself becoming warped and joyless. How does it not take a tole on you? The constant reminder of the endless suffering of the oppressed? How do I enjoy art when I am forced to see all of it as a coerced product, suffering for my entertainment? The constant guilt of life is something I dont think I can stomach at all times. Am i supposed too? (BTW; I mean this more so as an ask of how you do it, not to argue that because suffering is hard to look at we should actually just go back to the status quo and ignore it. I'm just like. Not sure how to deal with it, I guess.)

i don't really feel guilty about anything so i don't know how much i can help. i guess i just think that using communism as like a lense to judge your own individual morality as many people like to do is bound to make you miserable to no real avail. that's not the purpose of communist theory, the point of communist theory is to analyze society and history and guide mass-scale poltical action, not tell you if you're evil for watching the new star wars or whatevsies.

i guess i also personally find that reading socialist history and the more practical, grounded-in-praxis types of theory is liberatory and fills me with optimisim--reading about, e.g., social systems in cuba or people's democracy in the early soviet union is helpful in dispelling the 'oh, everything's going to be horrible forever, socialism is just a utopian pipe dream' insinct that i think liberal hegemony instills in most people, by showing how people took actual sensible pragmatic steps to introduce things like workplace democracy, universal healthcare, women's equality, mass literacy, etc. post-revolution. it helps you understand that communism is not a magic wizard who will come and save us all but yknow something that is doable and achievable by human beings.

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

saw some western aus and wanted to throw my proverbial hat in the ring. well. toss it gently. place it down on the edge-

actually no fuck that, slamming down the hat i have Thoughts:

first off, if anything this au should be the silliest looney toons bullshit.

~ of all the revolvers are unloaded. so gunfights are just people saying "bang" at each other and then throwing the nearest thing at their opponent in place of a bullet

~ Wally is the town sheriff, and he's hilariously incompetent. he also has a habit of shoplifting apples from Howdy's saloon / general store fusion. his cowboy hat has a card with an apple on it tucked in the band, but he doesn't wear it, so at nearly all times one of his hands is occupied with holding the hat. also he doesn't wear his badge ever

~ Barnaby is the town deputy, and he's marginally more competent than Wally. however, he doesn't take his job seriously and is usually napping in his chair on the sheriff office porch. sometimes he wears Wally's badge along with his own for funsies

~ also when Howdy catches Wally stealing, he'll call Barnaby over. Barnaby will proceed to arrest and lock up Wally in his own jail until Barnaby feels too bad for leaving him in there and lets him out

~ there is only one horse in town, and its Eddie's so that he can do his delivery runs and get mail from the town over - he has a lil wagon too. Sally has a running gag where she tries to steal the horse, but it completely ignores her and won't budge an inch.

~ on that note, Wally has one of those stick horses. when he needs to chase someone down, he hops on it and Barnaby lifts him by the scruff and runs, gently shaking him up and down to simulate natural horse riding movements. somehow it always works. no one can escape this tactical move

~ the only role i can see for Sally is overly-theatrical outlaw, just as incompetent as Wally. she never succeeds in stealing anything but also never gets caught because, again, Wally is terrible at his job. everyone usually comes outside to watch their wacky "fights" and do nothing about it, including Barnaby. also Julie helps her sometimes

~ Julie i think would be the town banker. she's unusually strict about it and can get kind of scary about technicalities. however the town doesn't really use currency, so they have a point system that they keep careful track of. it would be stickers, but those dont exist. actually fuck that these are puppets, stickers exist and the board is like the gold stars in that one spongebob episode

~ Frank is an entomologist that decided to brave the untamed west to see what new bugs he might discover. what he discovered was dust, scorpions, and an inability to leave the town due to no monies anywhere. he finds entertainment in keeping track of the local ant colonies' wars & affairs, and also complaining at Howdy at the bar

~ everyone complains to Howdy. he has someone at his bar at any given time and he's taken to being incredibly passive aggressive about it. they still have to pay with jokes or favors or whatever they can think of that he'll accept

~ Poppy runs the hotel, where pretty much everyone lives. Julie lives there, Frank lives there, Sally lives there, Wally lives there. Barnaby prefers to sleep in the sheriffs office, as he doesn't want to make the "across the street" commute. Howdy also stays in his saloon/store, and Eddie sleeps in his post office - as canon intended.

~ Home is the mayor. don't ask me if he's a person, an object head, or just a building - i do not know. he's probably still a building. no one can understand what he says

~ oh also Frank is incredibly pressed over the fact that the town's lawfolk suck at their job. he swears he has an aneurysm every time Wally chases Sally down the street on a stick horse, or when blatant crime is happening right in front of a very asleep Barnaby. he is tempted to take over as sheriff, but alas, there are scorpions to be stung by

~ and finally: apple chaps. thats all thanks good day

[astral-veil]

my takes on star wars right now:

I really hate the marvelization of star wars, somehow everyone knows everyone, doesn't feels much of a big galaxy, you need to watch x show to understand the reference of the character they introduce, because they wont explain to you who they are, their story,their weight in the story, motivation etc (i had to explain multiple times bit and pieces of lore to my father, since he mainly knows the old star wars)

I felt mandalorian suffered a lot from it, becoming the catalyst to introduce others shows or placing bits and pieces of projects that got canceled (rangers of the new republic), i know the show is called the mandalorian, but we’ve been following Din since season 1, only to be sidelined in season 3, where all the weight of his decisions in season 2 (removing his helmet) is easily brushed off, we dont get to see how the character feels in all of this, there’s no spiritual journey for him to understand that he can walk 2 ways, also grogu is just there because he’s the $ sign, we barely have father and son moments which is what hooked me to the series, i felt they shouldn't have reunited in book of boba fett, but instead explore Din being alone again, reflecting and let boba lead his own show.

What im afraid in general now is they will do the same mistake as marvel, quantity over quality. Questionable direction and writing, cramming as much as possible characters without taking the time to conclude their story.

[vodika-vibes]

Hi! You posted about maybe writing a scorch fic and wanting an idea, so what about something like retired medic reader who finds scorch after he got shot a bunch of times and fell of a cliff, and they are kind of like “well i not really doing anything” so they take him home where they get to know each other better and then join the clone rebellion as like a way to make amends for all the stuff he did (whether he had a choice or not) when working with hemlock?

Obviously you dont even have to consider this idea, I’m sure whatever you write will be awesome!

Have a great day!

I'm Retired

Summary: You’re a retired military medic. Formerly the medic of the 101st Battalion under Pong Krell, you were forced into early retirement when the Jedi mutilated your leg after you threatened to report him to the Jedi Council for his actions during the war. So you did. You left the Republic and settled on a planet far from the core, bought a dog, a cabin in the woods, and a droid to help you manage everything. The last thing you ever expected was to see a clone again. Still, Fate can be funny in some ways.

Pairing: Pre Clone Commando Scorch x F! Reader

Word Count: 1778

Warnings: None

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A/N: You sent me this idea and it had me in a death grip, so I had to write it! Thank you~

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Life is change. 

Babies change into toddlers, who change into children, who then change into teenagers, and then adults. 

It’s just a fact of life.

Life is change.

And no matter how much you might hate it, you have no choice but to accept it.

Still, your life has been pretty steady since you were forced out of the GAR several years ago.

Not stagnant, because that suggests that you haven’t been improving your home, or yourself, in the last couple of years. But stable. Your cabin is now, wholly, self-sufficient. You don’t need to rely on anyone for food, water, or seeds to grow more food.

Your greenhouse is thriving, as are your animals. And you really only need to visit the local village when you need clothes or other specialty goods that you can’t be assed to make yourself.

This morning, however, you don’t have to go to the village, or to the larger city that is several hours away. 

No, this morning you’re taking the dogs (Burrito, Taquito, and Chorizo) on a nice long walk. It’s a nice day, after all, and the dogs have been cramped in the yard for the last couple of days since the massive storm rolled through several days ago.

You drop your whistle around your neck, so you can call the dogs back to you, and then you open the gate to allow the dogs to tear out of your yard. You trail after them at a much slower pace, sure that they’ll come back to you if you call for them.

Besides, you can’t run anymore anyway.

You trail after the sound of barking dogs, taking your time, though you soon realize that the dogs are leading you toward the lake. You can’t help the sigh that falls from you, at least one of the dogs is going to need a bath if they decide to go swimming.

You start walking a little faster, hoping to stop them before they get into the water, but by the time you arrive at the shore of the lake, all three dogs are in the water.

Unusual.

Taquito hates water.

It’s about that moment that you notice that Chorizo, the largest of the three dogs, is dragging a person. And your heart drops into your stomach. Even from a distance, you can recognize Kartan-class armor.

You lift your comm to your lips, “Peabody, I need you to bring the emergency gurney and the speeder to the lake. Quickly.” You drop the comm back into your pocket after your droid gives his confirmation and your hands curl into fists.

You’re retired. You should bring him to the village doctor to take care of.

Chorizo drags the clone to the shore and the three dogs pull him onto dry land. You see the blaster burns on his armor and you painfully drop to your knees next to him, swiftly removing his helmet to check for a pulse.

His pulse is weak, but it’s there.

Swiftly you remove the rest of his armor, dropping the pieces on the sand next to you as you remove each piece, and then you cut off the top of his blacks. 

Judging by the damage to his armor, he was shot and then fell from a high distance…the mountain most likely, if you had to guess.

But even so, he’s incredibly lucky.

If he had been wearing standard clone armor he’d be dead.

Kartan-class armor is a step above what normal clones wore, after all. More expensive, too.

You hear the speeder pull up, and the sound of Peabody setting up the emergency gurney, and then he’s at your side, helping you back to your feet, before easing the clone onto the gurney and loading him back into the speeder.

You pick up his armor and set it in the backseat, with the dogs, and then climb into the passenger’s seat with a heavy sigh. So much for your retirement.

Oh well. It’s not like you were doing anything anyway.

Scorch wakes up from, what feels like, a very long nightmare.

He doesn’t open his eyes as he wakes, though. For the first time in, what feels like, years he’s not in any pain. His head isn’t aching, and he feels like he’s in control of his body, rather than a passenger.

He’s warm, and lying on a soft bed, and the room he’s in smells like fresh bread…and if this is a dream, he’s not ready to wake up.

And then something cold presses against his hand, and his eyes snap open.

Scorch turns his head to the side and blinks at the black and white dog peering up at him. It whines and bumps Scorch’s hand with his nose again, and without really thinking about it, he lifts his hand and pets the dog on the head.

There’s the sound of heavy footsteps, and slowly Scorch sits up as the door slides the rest of the way open and a woman appears in the doorway. She blinks at him, seemingly unsurprised to see him awake, and then she enters the room properly.

There’s a tray of food floating next to her.

“That’s Taquito,” She says, “He’s a herding dog, and knows he’s not supposed to be in here.”

“He’s a good boy,” Scorch notes, awkwardly.

She smiles at him, it’s a nice smile, “He is. He’s trained as a service dog, I guess that he popped in here because you needed him.” Slowly she sinks into a chair, a pained grimace on her face. That’s about the time he notices the leg brace wrapped around her leg.

“I didn’t mean to take your service dog from you,” Scorch says immediately.

She looks surprised and then shakes her head. “Chorizo is my mobility support dog, but he’s outside right now. I rarely need him in the house.” Lightly, she pushes the tray towards him, “Here, food.”

“Thank you,” Scorch accepts the tray and eagerly picks up a piece of toast, “I’m Scorch, by the way.” He adds, before taking a bite.

She introduces herself and then settles back to watch him eat. “I am, was, a medic for the GAR.” She adds absently. “For the 101st.”

Scorch pauses, “That battalion was wiped out, Doc”

Doc’s smile is slightly bitter, “That doesn’t surprise me in the slightest.” She then waves her hand, “Anyway, you’re in pretty good shape, all things considered.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. You’re lucky that you have Kartan armor though.” She points out, “If you had any other type of armor, we wouldn’t be having this conversation. Or any conversation, for that matter.”

Scorch grimaces, “That close?”

“Yeah, that close.”

“Alright, so how am I?”

“You have scars,” Doc motions to his chest, which now has a lot more starburst scars on it, “Though the majority of the damage came from the fall, you were little more than a bruise for well over two weeks.”

“Well, at least nothing broke?”

“You got lucky.” She repeats, “It’s a miracle that nothing broke. My guess is that you were unconscious when you fell so you didn’t tense up to cause more injuries.”

“...what?”

“Like, when a drunk driver gets into an accident and walks away unharmed.” Doc explains.

“Oh, right.”

She pauses and lightly taps her lower lip, “You weren’t awake to consent to it, but you needed brain surgery.”

“I did?”

She motions to a small jar sitting on the side table, a jar that he didn’t notice until that moment, “I pulled that from your brain. Resting on your brain, rather than in it. I thought, maybe, it was shrapnel at first, but shrapnel doesn’t generally stop and settle on the brain.”

Scorch picks up the small jar and lifts it so he’s able to look at the small piece of metal, “It looks like a computer chip.”

“It does.”

“I had a chip on my brain?!”

Doc gazes at him, consideringly, “It does answer a lot of questions.”

“It does?”

“Questions like, why would the clones turn on their Jedi, en masse, when they’ve been so loyal to them for three years?”

Scorch doesn’t say anything for a moment and then he drops the jar back on the table, “I spent the last year or so feeling like I was a passenger in my own body. No matter how much I tried, I had no control over my actions. Do you think…do all of my brothers have one of these?”

“Probably.” She crosses her arms, “I have to admit, the Emperor did come up with an excellent way to remove the Jedi from the galaxy.”

“How can you say that?”

“Because I’m not blind or dumb.” She counters, “Honestly, the Jedi played right into his hands. As soon as they agreed to fight in his war, they lost. It’s so…dumb.”

Scorch falls silent, and his hands curl into fists as he pushes the hover tray away from him, “I killed kids.”

Doc is quiet for a moment, “It’s not your fault.” She finally says.

“It doesn’t matter, I still did it. I pulled the trigger. I killed them.”

“You weren’t in control of your own body.”

“You think that’s going to be any comfort to the families of the kids I killed?” Scorch asks.

She averts her gaze for a moment, and then meets his gaze steadily, “Okay, so what do you want to do?”

“...there has to be some way for me to make amends.”

“Are you looking to make amends, or are you looking to punish yourself?” Doc asks.

“Isn’t it the same thing?”

“No. Not at all.”

“I guess…both. I want to do both.”

Doc rests her chin on the palm of her hand, “I suppose I can make a couple of calls, reach out to some old friends. See if there’s a place for you in the rebellion.”

“...just me?”

“I’m retired.”

Scorch picks up the jar holding the chip and shakes it in front of her, “I can tell.”

She scowls at him, “I took an oath, I wasn’t about to let you die.”

Scorch just shakes the jar a little more.

“Fine! Fine.” She stands with a wince, “I’ll find out if there’s a place for us and the dogs in the rebellion, but I wouldn’t hold your breath. No one wants a half-crippled medic.”

“I do!”

“Eat your damned breakfast, you jackass!”

“Thank you, Doc!”

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever.”

Scorch watches her limp from the room and then focuses on his meal again, a small grin on his face. Maybe, with her help, he’ll be able to find his pod brothers. Even if she’s going to complain the whole time.

[neon-junkie]

hi. a life update

im being oldschool and using this blog website for its intended purpose - blogging.

so, heres the goss. to start off with a banger, i am in a relationship!! ive not had a healthy relationship since i was 17/18 with my high school boyfriend, so to finally have one, at 26, is pretty kewl. my ex was abusive, and when i finally managed to get away from him, i remained single for almost 5 years. relationships/intimacy has been really hard since him, but ive finally found someone who is so calm and patient with me. he really understands the extent of what i've been through, and hes quite clearly sticking around, and not giving up on me.

and oh my dayyyyyssssss, hes so my type!! ive always set 3 firm criterias for dating: nerdy, alternative, and childfree. he ticks them all!! hes heavily tattooed, skates, has a mullet, stretched ears, piercings, loves metal. oh my starrssssss. if 16 year old me could meet him, i think she'd just melt on the spot. he'd be like my ideal teen dreamboat, and im so glad that that has continued into my adult years. honestly, he's a gem.

minus dating, i'm moving cities! ive been wanting to move to this specific city for a few years, and im finally doing it. bonus points that my partner lives there, which is more motivation to move yanno? like our second date happened after i did some flat viewings. oh, did i mentioned that we first met up at download festival? and our first date was watching limp bizkit together? siiiiiccckkkkk. he also asked me to be his girlfriend in a sick way too!! he purchased a cameo of mark anthony austin (dude who plays boba fett in a new hope,) to ask me out in the boba gear. it was so cute oh my stars!! this guy really knows what i like, plus hes a massive star wars nerd too yayaayayayyay!!!!!

anyway. moving cities hopefully early next year!! tbf i was going to move last year, but then i got promoted at work, but work has been.... omg. like i am so on the fence of rage quitting. work hasnt upped my wage, despite me asking multiple times. they havent helped with any training. in fact, i havent been trained on anything. they just expect me to do this job role with fuck all support. i just need to stick at this job until i move, but i think i'll quit before christmas, move, and then find a new job.

anyway uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. yeah i havent been writing much, its really sad. i love writing, but i just... dont get the urge or craving for it much anymore. i dont know whats killed my spark, or how to gain that spark back. i really thought bad batch s3 would help me out, but here i am... one post every few months... idk guys. like i get comments/praise every so often, but definitely not as much as people might assume? like it genuinely sparks joy whenever i get a little comment on my work, but sadly, thats quite rare. idk, im sure i'll find a new interest to ignite that spark once again. we'll see.

i guess thats it lol. update posted. neon out x

[padfootagain]

Running

Yet another character I’m writing for, I guess…

Answering an anonymous request even if I was planning on writing something like this anyway: ‘aaahhh i saw that you were opening request for the darkling but i dont have any original ideas for him i just want to comfort him and have a softer aleksander idk i JUST NEED COMFORT like having the darkling breaking down over something and the reader comforting him and just loads of fluff i need him so baaad’

Thank you so much for your request, anon! Changed it a little bit, but I hope you’ll like it anyway!

Going to use Ben as the physical description for him although I’m going to use some character traits that are a mix of book and show, because… you know me by now, do I really need to give you a reason for this artistic choice? I don’t think so.

I loved the idea in the book (that was not used enough in the show in my opinion) that Aleksander’s amplifying abilities were a threat for his life, because he was a target for Grisha too. So… I used it a bit here, I love that detail. Adds to the whole tragic of his character, I reckon.

Anyways! I hope you all like this fic! Tell me what you think about it!

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Pairing: The Darkling x reader

Warnings: Blood, mentions of war and violence, angst, hurt/comfort, pretty sad…

Summary: After a particularly violent battle, only a handful of soldiers remain. The aftermath is difficult for everyone, while you travel across the country in search of a safe place. Even the most stoic ones can show weakness sometimes…

Word count: 3472

Masterlist

It was cold.

It was dark, but that was a good thing, it meant that you were hidden.

It was cold, strong wind coming from the Fjerdan border up North, blowing and howling through the tall pine trees.

It was night time, stars lighting up the sky, a shy moon only in its first quarter. So far up North, there could have been Northern Lights. But not tonight.

Tonight was for grieving, not admiring.

You were exhausted. You were in shock. You were still bleeding.

And yet, there was a man before you, a friend, Andrei was his name. Lying in the young snow, tainting the white ice with crimson blood. The liquid fumed, warmth against the cold. The irony sent of blood against the resin of the pine trees.

There was a friend lying before you, bleeding, on the verge of dying, and you were the only one who could save him. The wound that crossed his abdomen was deep though, and you were no Healer.

Heartrender. You were trained to fight, not to mend. This was only a secondary use of your power to you. But then again, you had no choice, there was no Healer left alive in your army.

An army? What a joke. There was but a handful left of you. Most of them wounded, just like you were. You were part of the lucky ones though, you had but a only a flesh wound. It was painful, and made you weaker than your usual self, but your life was not endangered by the cut across your thigh. You limped though, for travelling, it wasn’t the best…

Andrei seemed to choke on his own blood, the barrier you had created to keep the rushing blood out of his lungs breaking for a mere second, but it was enough. You focused, sweat glistening across your dirty forehead under the silvery starlight. You took a deep breath, trying to focus, but you were too tired, too unexperienced to treat such a serious wound…

He was the tenth man you were healing tonight. Your whole body was shaking from the strain of it all by now.

The gurgling noise drew worried glances and blank ones your way, and you tried to ignore them all, these soldiers of the Second Army, who had fought and survived out of pure luck, just like you had.

This idiot of a King had sent you right into a trap. You stood no chance…

You blinked your tears away as images of the battle flashed before your eyes. Bodies falling, hands moving in the air for summoning, the loud pangs of gunpowder detonating, the grunts, the shouts and the scent of blood and sweat and urine heavy in the air, and blank stares turned to the sky that would never see again…

You felt your power wavering, but you forced yourself to focus on Andrei again. Because he was not dead. And despite your exhaustion, you could still save him… maybe it was a fool’s hope, but no one could survive without hope…

“Will he make it?”

The deep voice behind you made you jump, and you turned to look up at the Darkling.

Tall figure standing before the moon. The silvery light coming through the branches made some kind of hallo around him.

He was covered with mud, blood and ashes too. Just like everyone else. He was dishevelled, his black kefta partially torn apart, with dark circles under his even-darker eyes. He looked exhausted. And yet, there was still something so powerful about him…

You struggled to swallow the lump in your throat. Somehow, speaking to someone else made it all more real…

“I’m doing my best, sir,” you answered, your voice shaking.

“Are you hurt?” he asked, narrowing his eyes to look more closely at your shape sitting in the snow.

“It’s only a flesh wound. I’m okay.”

You saw him clenching his jaw and fists. Always a bad sign. But his gaze was still stern and calm when it met yours again.

You couldn’t say that you knew him well, but then, you reckoned that no one truly did. He kept people at bay, it was safer that way.

Still, you thought that you knew him enough to recognize the anger in his set jaw, the frustration in his tight fists…

You were surprised, though, when he kneeled in the snow by your side.

“You are no Healer,” he said, it was more of a statement than a question, as if he was reminding you.

“No, I’m a Heartrender, sir. I’m trying my best, but the wound is very deep.”

You felt a little stupid for reminding him of your Corporalnik status. He knew who you were. Better than anyone, in a way. There had been long nights in his War Room spent talking about your childhood, about his longing for a safe haven for Grisha, about dreams unreachable even through the dark…

But then again, nothing more than that. Just talking, for long hours. And he hadn’t shown you any sign that anything more would happen, and neither had you. To you, it was ridiculous to think so, anyway. He was the Darkling, after all.

You didn’t know he enjoyed these moments as much as you did though; that despite his better judgement, he longed for them.

How could you know? He was good at keeping a mask on. He had had centuries to master this talent to perfection.

“Allow me,” he spoke, voice soft, barely audible above the howling of the wind in the branches and the cracking frost of snow. Still, it was delicate, velvety almost…

You nodded, although you weren’t sure what you were agreeing to. He was the Darkling, after all. You trusted him blindly.

You started when he gently pulled on your dirty red sleeve, pushing it up your forearm to reveal your wrist.

“Keep working,” he instructed, and you obeyed.

He found your pulse easily, without looking for it at all, as if it called for his fingertips. He simply rested the pads of his fingers against your wrist, and they naturally landed on the pulsing blood. As if his fingers were meant to rest there…

You felt a surge of power cursing your entire body; and if you were still shaking, this time it was because of power instead of fatigue.

You stared at him, gaze intense and unwavering, for several seconds, and he held your gaze too. There were no feelings to be read in the two inky orbs that stared back at your soul, but you couldn’t escape from them anyway.

You had heard many rumours about the Darkling’s amplifying abilities, you guessed they were all true.

“Will you be able to save him now?” he asked, voice calm and emotionless, asking a mere question, as if there wasn’t a life depending on it.

You nodded and focused on Andrei without another word, the Darkling following the movements of your hands to keep the contact between your skins. Your heart was beating faster than ever, and you weren’t certain if it came from the sudden surge of power running through you now, or by the Darkling’s nearness…

It took you a while before Andrei was stable enough for him to be transported safely in the morning. Or maybe you would start moving again before dawn, you weren’t sure, you didn’t even know where you were going…

You lowered your hands at long last, feeling exhaustion rush over you once more despite the Darkling’s amplification, but you were surprised when he didn’t let go. You expected the lack of contact to happen as soon as you would be done, for his fingers to run away, to flee your skin and leave in their trail only a cold gush of wind. Instead, his fingers remained there, pressed to your pulse, and when you looked up at him, he looked like he was the one holding an amplifier in his hand, instead of the other way around.

You got caught in his eyes again, trapped in two dark orbs that captured everyone who dared to look at them, and you knew it. He had something dangerous, magnetic about him. You had seen him at court enough to know that he played with his charisma to manipulate people to do his bidding as much as possible. But what could he manipulate you to do now? You had almost died today. You had killed under his command, you had watched your friends die, you had run away wrapped in his protective shadows…

What else could he get from you? There was nothing more to extract anyway. Maybe that was why you didn’t doubt his sincerity when he spoke again.

“Please, follow me, Y/N. I need your help.”

You didn’t question where you were heading, how you could help. Instead, you stood up despite your exhaustion, and followed him through the trees. You didn’t walk far, it was too dangerous to venture away from the group, but he guided you where you wouldn’t be disturbed, where you couldn’t be seen by the remnants of the Second Army.

And his fingers were still there, burning against the skin of your wrist… unwavering, unfaltering, eternal…

When he stopped, turned towards you again, the Darkling was shaking slightly. You wondered if it was because of you, because of how he had helped you. After all, he was a living amplifier. Did he tire out if he helped someone else use their powers?

He gave you a smile that you found shier than his usual ones. You were used to see them filled with nothing but confidence, or threat sometimes. Now, the gesture was almost tender.

“I know you are tired,” he breathed, eyes capturing your gaze once more. “But my shoulder is very painful.”

“I can help,” you assured him, moving your hands into position, and his smile widened.

“Always so brave…” he muttered, but there was fondness in his deep voice. “Still, we should sit, for your leg.”

You nodded, and the two of you sat down side by side, not caring about the cold of the snow under you. He had a pretty nasty cut running across his shoulder, but it wasn’t very deep. It was much easier to heal than Andrei’s wounds.

“If you are too tired, it can wait till morning,” he offered, but you shook your head, and gave him a reassuring smile.

“If you help me, I can heal you now.”

He nodded, a silent order for you to get to work. Or rather… it looked perhaps more like a question, like he asked for a favour. You were happy to comply either way.

He felt better now, his shoulder almost completely healed in a matter of minutes, the throbbing pain fading away a little more with each movement of your fingers over his shoulder, despite the itchy sensation that came with the mending of his flesh. And the reassuring warmth of your skin against his…

Earlier that day, he looked for you through the battlefield. He shouldn’t have. You were but a passing thing, like one of his shadows. You wouldn’t linger the way he would. Like his darkness, you would be gone with the first signs of dawn.

Still, at the most violent part of the battle, his eyes looked for you, without him noticing. Like they were meant to search for your frame through the chaos.

He shouldn’t have. You were but a passing thing, like one of his shadows…

“How is your leg?” he asked once the pain across his arm and back had almost vanished, knowing you were almost done.

“It’s just a flesh wound. It’s nothing. And to be honest, I’m too tired to think about it.”

“I’ll bandage it for you.”

He wasn’t asking for permission this time, he was stating a fact, almost giving an order. You nodded in a silent agreement.

You wondered how he did it. Once you were done, there was still a long, reddened line crossing his shoulder blade. It must have been extremely painful, and yet, he had remained stern for hours, not a single wince forming on his features throughout your crazy run through the battlefield, through the forest…

Was he so used to being hurt after so many battles that he had mastered hiding his pain to perfection?

You could never have guessed how true that was…

“I’m done,” you spoke at last. “It might remain painful for a few days, I’m sorry.”

But he smiled at you, his head tilted a little to the side, something amused on his features now.

“There is no need to be sorry, you’ve done a good job.”

He moved his shoulder a little, as if to prove a point.

His fingers didn’t move away from your pulse though… burning…. Burning through your skin…

“Do you need anything else, sir?” you asked, thinking that was the reason behind his lingering touch.

It wasn’t. It simply… it simply felt good. To touch somebody, no matter how innocent that touch might be. Skin against skin. Feeling your pulse, the rhythm of your heartbeat, directly under his fingertips…

It was a luxury to him. Had always been. When you were to be a prey, you needed to choose the moments to reveal your weaknesses carefully, or you would be devoured.

He was more of a predator himself now. He had grown into one, had taken a hold of these shadows that scared him as a child, had become ruthless with time. For the most part, at least.

Still, he craved for it. The simple contact of another human’s skin against his, even if it were to last for a mere moment, for just a second…

And you had been allowing him to touch you for what felt like hours now. He could barely breathe at the thought.

He trusted you enough to let you feel it. The power that ran through his bones. The curse that made him undying. That made him linger even after all was gone. That made him run away again, and again, without any place to fall down to…

He let you feel it, running through your veins, and he trusted you enough to believe that you would not crave for more after he would pull away. He hoped that if you touched him again, it would be to touch him, not his power.

He moved his fingers to hold your wrist more firmly, and his thumb grazed the inside of your wrist, brushing your pulse, making your heart stumble. You were used to it now, to the power of the amplifier. You weren’t used to his touch, though. You weren’t sure you would ever be…

You weren’t certain why you started crying. Why now. You had not shed a tear during the battle, afterwards, as you fled, as you healed your friends, as you saw their dead bodies… You hadn’t cried at all despite everything that had happened. And yet… yet now you were letting a tear roll down your cheek, looking down at the snow to flee the Darkling’s gaze, to run from everything…

You shuddered, leaned into his touch, when he brushed your tear away from your cheek, touch gentle, delicate, barely there at all… almost like a dream… like a passing thing, one of his shadows…

“I’m sorry for today,” he whispered, and you looked up at the sound of his voice, frowning a little.

It was shaking, fragile. Deep still, laced with something that came from darkness but he looked so human now…

“None of this was your fault,” you replied, letting him brush another of your tears away.

“It was though. I was the one in charge. It was my fault.”

“It was the King’s fault. Even you have to obey sometimes.”

He clenched his jaw for a second, because you were right. Even he had to obey. Had to let Grisha die over nothing but a piece of land.

One day though, he wouldn’t have to. He would be the one to take decisions, and then the Grisha would be safe, at long last. It was an old promise he had made to himself, he intended to keep it…

But the worry quickly disappeared from his gaze, he relaxed again, the ghost of a smile tugging at his lips now.

“Only sometimes, though.”

You exchanged a smile, and you felt safer now. Safer than you had felt ever since you had left the protection of the Little Palace. But was it surprising? He was the reason why the Little Palace was safe to begin with…

You didn’t know why, but you were certain nothing would happen to you under his watch. Maybe it was a fool’s hope, some heavy denial after being so close to Death all day… you weren’t sure. But then again, no one could survive without hope…

And he should never have touched you like this. He shouldn’t have let you feel the power you could earn from him. He shouldn’t have let himself grow fond of you in the first place, because maybe now it was something a little more than that… He was too old, he had lived too many lives to fall into this kind of traps.

Or was he?

It was better not to tread on this. You were but a passing thing, like one of his shadows. You would disappear with the first signs of dawn, and he would linger on. The curse of this power running through his bones…

Slowly, he pulled his fingers away from your face, released your wrist, left your pulse, ran from the steady beat of it. And all that was left against his skin was a cold, howling gush of wind.

There was nothing he could hold onto anyway. He would outlast them all. He would outlast you, by a hundred years, maybe even more, maybe even a thousand.

He would remember those eyes though, he knew he would. And it would hurt to remember them, in the deepest darkness he summoned. Two eyes staring right into his souls. Two eyes he could have fallen for, in another life, one that could end with yours…

He saw your lower lip trembling a little as you looked up at him, the way your eyes dropped to look at your wrist, where his fingers had been. And then he was afraid of his own shadows all over again, the same he was as a child.

Were you rubbing that spot on your wrist because of his touch, or because of the power it had given you for a moment?

You didn’t look up at him as you reached for his arm, hand clinging to his torn, dirty, stained kefta. You were pretty sure you weren’t allowed to do this, to lean against him, to hold onto his arm, to rest your forehead against his shoulder. It didn’t matter. You missed the effect he had on you too much for that.

Calm. Safe. Beating heart pounding with life despite the sorrow.

He was grateful that you weren’t looking at him. He could let tears form in his dark eyes then, although he couldn’t let them run down his cheeks, couldn’t let them free. Appearing, that was already a lot…

You couldn’t feel his amplifying powers through his kefta. It required skin-on-skin contact. And yet, you were still there, pressing yourself against him, holding tight, as if to a lifeline.

When he wrapped his arm around your frame, pulling you closer, holding you tight, he was shaking a little. It was okay, he didn’t mind, and neither did you. It felt too good to mind.

Calm. Safe. Beating heart pounding with life despite the sorrow.

When he reached for your hand, when he pressed his lips to your head, he didn’t mind that you would feel what he was. The power hidden in his bones, that promised him an eternity, but only spent alone.

And you didn’t mind it either. You weren’t scared of it. You didn’t crave for it. It felt more like a burden than anything else.

You were right about that.

And he shouldn’t have done any of this, shouldn’t have let himself slip so far. He should have run, the way he always did, the way his mother had taught him to, the way he had learnt by himself. You were but a passing thing, like one of his shadows. You would be gone with the first signs of dawn…

Still, he remained, for once.

Just for the night, while the world still lingered in darkness, maybe he could have that. Maybe he could have you, for just a few hours, before letting you run away, like he always did.

Maybe, for just a few dark hours, it could be enough.

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The Crimson Star

the person who made this art is Ardenzia777 on both twitter and instagram so go check them out. the art and prompt/idea is here: https://x.com/Ardent_art1/status/1803866356640542929

WARNING: Non detailed blood and death. Polites is OOC!

Odysseus had just finished laying out his plan to the rest of the soldiers. The trojan horse would be a gamble but at this point in the war everyone was willing to take some risks if it meant finally winning. Everybody is tired and only wish to go home.

Someone  doesn't agree though and follows Odysseus and his second in command, Eurylochus. It doesn't take long for the talk to turn into yelling. Polites notices and walks over to them.

“My friends, what is wrong?” The crew member angrily points at Odysseus.

“Our so-called Captain is going to get us all killed with this absurd plan of his! Not to mention how cowardly it is! How can I be expected to follow a plan like this, a Captain like this?!” Eurylochus flinches slightly side-eying Polites as he sees a flash of anger in his friends eyes that disappears as quickly as it came unseen by everyone except those who know what to look for.

“ You may not like it but Odysseus is still the Captain so please watch what you say.” The guy scoffs at Polite's statement before turning and walking off. Odysseus gives a heavy frustrated sigh

“I will give him some time to cool down. Maybe he will be more receptive to reason tomorrow.”

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Later into the night Eurylochus stands watch on the outskirts of the camp watching for any possible danger to the troops. His mind can't help but wonder to Polites.

Polites is a dear friend, practically a brother. He has known both Polites and Odysseus since they were children, it had always been the three of them for as long as he could remember. He respects both Odysseus for his cunning and Polites for his kindness.

Odysseus always had plans and ideas helping them get out of trouble time and time again while Polites was always there to help others in need. Polites had given no reason for anyone to believe he could be anything but kind and patient, every insult and injury is shrugged off with a smile.

Eurylochus himself had not seen anything but the bright star that is Polites. He could never forget that day, the day he found just how wrong everyone was…

The day the star turned crimson.

They were teenagers at the time running around the town laughing brightly without a care in the world. A Beggar shuffles up to Odysseus covered in rags.

“ Please kind prince, do you have anything to spare for a poor beggar such as myself?” Odysseus paused and frowned.

“ I'm sorry but I dont happen to have anything on me at the moment.” Instead of leaving, the beggar seems a little frustrated.

“You must be lying, you are the prince, surely you must have something you can give.” Odysseus shakes his head

“No i'm afraid i really don't have anything i could give you” At this the beggar becomes angry

“Is this how the prince of this kingdom treats those less fortunate? You have so much wealth and power and you still won't share it with a poor beggar? You are greedy and do not deserve to be royalty! “ The beggar then storms off leaving Odysseus stunned.They end up trying to forget about what had happened but Eurylochus senses something is wrong with Polites.

Polites leaves early mentioning he had something he needed to do while Odysseus also leaves to go home saying his goodbye. Eurylochus is about to go home as well when he remembers how Polites had seemed off somehow ever since the incident with the beggar. He finally decided to follow Polites home to make sure he is okay.

As he comes by an alley way he hears a struggle and he goes to check it out. He finds someone holding a knife dripping with blood and- is that a body?! Eurylochus quickly hides as the killer turns around and suddenly he can't breathe.

This can't be right, that isn't Polites. Eurylochus is not able to understand what he is seeing. It may look like Polites but those eyes were ice cold and uncaring nothing like the warm brown eyes he has always had.

Eurylochus feels like he is in the presence of a predator and turns around running as fast as he can. He never told anyone what he had seen.

He shakes himself out of the terrifying memory. He never wants to see that look on Polite's face ever again.He sees Nekros walking into the woods with Polites and despite knowing what will happen he can't bring himself to try and stop it.

Those eyes already haunt him and it wasn't even aimed at him; he would prefer not to get on his bad side.Besides Polites only does this to help Odysseus so it's not like he is in the wrong, right?

Despite trying to convince himself of that fact his heart feels heavy and inaction leaves him aching.

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Polites leads Nekros deep into the woods, filtering out anything the man has to say. When they were far enough away he abruptly stops.

“Hey Polites, what did you need to talk about with me that requires us to be so far from camp?” Polites doesn't turn around and Nekros feels a shiver go up his spine but he shrugs it off. It's just Polites, he would never be dangerous at least not to the crew.

“You know it's not very often that I get mad. I prefer solving problems without fighting. Everyone knows this but you have crossed a line.” Polite's hand rests on his sword

“Huh? What are you talking about? Oh you mean the trojan horse plan? I was just voicing my concerns” with shocking speed Polites has the man pinned to a tree. At last he sees Polite's eyes and Nekros can't help but tremble, staring with wide eyes into Polite's own ice cold and uncaring.

“Of course you're allowed to have concerns. I wouldn't have minded if that was all but you went too far. Odysseus is the reason so many have stayed alive, the reason you yourself have survived and yet you call him a coward? He has done so much more for this war than you have. Your arguing in front of the crew will cause problems for Odysseus and I can't let that happen.” Polite's gaze has a flash of fire in the icy depths and a sneer on his face.

“Nobody is allowed to disrespect Odysseus. Any last words?”

The man struggles to free himself from Polite's grip to no avail, his desperation only causing the hold to tighten.

“What would Odysseus think of you?! He would not agree to this!” Polites smirks before whispering in his ear

“What Odysseus doesn't know won't hurt him.” Polites raises the sword to the throat and with one slice it is over, Life blood draining onto the forest floor.

He lets the body fall to the ground making sure to wipe his blade on the man's clothes. He looks down at his own blood soaked clothes and proceeds to drag the corpse to a hollow tree, placing it inside hiding it from view.

He washes himself off in a nearby stream before replacing his clothes with blood free ones he had placed beforehand.

One last check seeing nothing out of place Polites heads back to camp satisfied with the fact Nekros would never be able to disrespect Odysseus again.

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Odysseus walks through the camp looking for Nekros when he runs into Polites and he immediately lights up.

“Hello Polites! Do you happen to know where Nekros is? I need to talk with him about yesterday.” Polites gives one of his sunshine smiles

“Don't worry i already talked with him about it. He won't cause anymore problems for you.” Odysseus relaxes

“Thank you Polites. What would I ever do without you?” Polites slings his arm on Odysseus’s shoulders

“Anytime my brother I will always have your back!” Odysseus laughs before walking off to make sure everything is still in order.

Nobody sees the quick flash of darkness in Polite's eyes. That's right as his star Polites will do anything to keep Odysseus happy and safe. If the star has to shine crimson sometimes then so be it.

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This week’s bad batch episode reactions

Poor babies

It’s giving obi wan’s zygerria arc from tcw

Pretty clouds

I love rampart being shut down

MOM IS HERE !!!!

Why is rampart so funny this season

Wrecker and crosshair in unison is not something I thought I needed but here we are

Like really why am I starting to like rampart he’s a proud little whiny bitch and it makes me laugh too much for this abomination of a man

You’re gonna hate THEM even more, you dont know what you’re in for

Why are they taking blood from the back of their hands ?! Couldn’t it be somewhere with a bit more skin it has to hurt

Omega you little smart pickpocketing queen

Well here’s another bitch to replace emerie since she’s starting to be « nice »

Older sister omega vibes

Smart girl I love her so much but she’s getting cocky and with 2 episodes left, I don’t think it’s a good thing

WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH YOUR BEAUTY, YOUR IDENTITY *cue bmo cries when finn cuts his hair*

Stop making me simp for rugged imperials Star Wars animation team !

I don’t trust this twink

He’s totally gonna betray you

How is no one recognizing rampart?? He was arrested in front of the whole senate !

Of course you missed being a bitch and ordering people about

Tell him echo

Imperials are so dumb omg but at least it works out in our faves’ favor

Ffs wrecker, crosshair was right lying is really not your strength

Wrecker is soooo the zeb of the bad batch

MY BB ECHO ?! IS THAT HOW YOU DIE

You’re probably right rampart and I’m not looking forward to it except maybe for you

Omg he’s just a baby it’s so sad and I feel like he’s the one who will slow them down in their escape attempt

Omg Omega !!!

But even if you have found your way out, there’s people watching you 24/7 and you’re locked in your individual rooms at night how tf are you gonna help those kids escape omega ?!?!

You better not snitch you translucent r2 wannabe

I understand echo is mostly droid but there’s still flesh on him why will he not be detected ?

Well he got moves that’s why

There’s no way it will end well I don’t trust Star Wars

Shut up and stay strapped in, you whiny man child

IM STRESSIN !

Hunter being hot part idek anymore

Omg it worked ?!

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finished tales of the empire. ill say the fight between Morgan and that assassin is the best that ive seen in star wars animation. i dont care for morgan though and I dont feel like i really learned who she was in this. i know she was in the mandalorian and ahsoka, but that's it.

i much preferred barriss's tales. setting aside her having bombed the temple, and the subsequent characterization needed to justify/fall in line with that, I found her story the most compelling. I wish they could have developed her relationship with Lynn a bit more, especially since I liked where it seemed to be going/doing at the end.

i dont like that they seem to have gotten rid of Barriss' muslim coding. She has her hair out/stops covering and eventually cuts her hair short. It's possible they did that in order to retroactively try and remove the racism and islamophobia surrounding her bombing the temple, but that's a generous read.

animation wise, it's gorgeous. blood, sweat, tears, shiny bits and bobs, the most realistic fish in some water ive seen in animation in ages, amazing fight choreography, stunning environments, everything. I found the body language and general movements in Bariss's arc more natural-looking than the ones in Morgan's. This actually highlights a problem I have with the direction sw animation is going in. The environments are basically realistic, but the character models still have a weightless feel to them, or still have little quirks here and there (does a character's upper body/shoulders need to lean forward when they walk?). In addition, Morgan's face was quite...textureless? Compared to other characters standing right beside her, and then characters like Lynn, etc, she was so smooth. Bland, almost.

I've said it for years now, but I wish they'd have found a way to boost or maintain the brush strokes that were so prevalent in early tcw animation. If they'd moved in that direction as the animation improved, I think we'd still be at this gorgeous spot now.

The voice acting was very good as well, especially for Thrawn. But most of all, what I enjoyed beyond anything else was the score. The Kiners absolutely knocked it out of the park with this one, and every single song (especially in Barriss's arc) was RIGHT up my alley and hit on all the things that I love to hear in music. It was so complex and mournful, so heavy and beautiful. I loved it.

Overall, I don't think I have a star rating for TotE because the first character I didn't know anything about, and I might have more annoyances than pluses with Barriss's story and where it ended up. But in general I enjoyed it, you know? I don't think it was bad.

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Hiya, have some episode 8 (What Are Little Girls Made Of) of Star Trek TOS thoughts:

- I dunno this sounds like… A TRAP! (I never thought I’d actually quote Star Wars and I’m quite frankly ashamed of myself)

- The most terrifying thing of all.. A DRAMA STUDENT (I am referring to Brown)

- wait- who? Who was that? No no go back why’d he sneak away like that? stop sneaking around you creepy ass fu- oh he killed a redshirt

- okay but Browns fit is kinda slaying (I’m a drama student)

- why does Brown kinda sound like the bad guy from cloudy with a chance of meatballs 2

- Kirk is so fucking dramatic.. bbygirl you did not need to roll out of danger

- HE GOT YOINKED!

- damned outpost scientists

- what in the German expressionism is this creature

- please don’t tell me Andrea is an android t- oh she admitted to it

- “do you think I could love a machine?” “Did you?” CHRISTINE IS NOT HAPPY

- sooo Korby is an android, ain’t he?

- Spain without the a

- why don’t they bring this machine back into the new series? It spins and it’s funny (put it in lower decks or smt)

- Kirk clone count: 2

- what in the blocky play mobile kind of food is that

- okay I love chapel “I’d rather you push me off the same precipice that the crewman fell from”

- why do I always like the science officers (my best friend is a biomed student so that may explain it…)

- Kirk is holding a dick rock… thank you for coming to my ted talk

- goddamn those boots are slutty

- DONT YELL AT SPOCK (he knows his boyfriend would never)

- I have a feeling Kirk just really hated Ruk

- I like that both the main medical officers have to go through the “my loved one died and now has been cloned” trauma

- I’d like to see something where the person grieving their loved one makes a robot of them and is originally just happy with the pieces that they’ve gathered of this person… but then it goes horribly wrong

- POOR NURSE CHAPEL HOLY SHIT

- like imagine seeing the person you love again only for it to be a pale imitation that could only want to be as passionate or loving or caring as the person you knew and then for the last image of them you see is them kissing another woman

- SPOCK SMILING AT KIRK! I REPEAT SPOCK IS SMILING AT KIRK

Okie dokie that’s pretty much it. Really love Christine Chapel now so…

I don’t think I remember episode 7 (Mudd’s Women) enough to have anything to say about it. I disliked the episode, if I ever have reason to watch it again I’ll maybe write something but for now I’m skipping it. Thanks :)

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