#meer writes

[meerlichts]

A Stranger On Coruscant

summary:

"I'm not going back," Fox hisses.

"Sweetheart, you don't really have much of a choice in the matter," Quinlan says. "Your mind has been messed with. You quite literally need to talk to us."

"I don't think my mind has been messed with," Fox says. After a moment he adds: "Why aren't they taking Thire?"

"Thire told us everything he knew already. You're the only one staying loyal to the old fuck."

"The Chancellor is a good man," Fox says. "You wouldn't understand."

Quinlan raises an eyebrow.

Or: Quinlan Vos discovers that the Chancellor may be affiliated with the Separatists. This doesn't make anything better for Fox.

Note: this fic IS entirely written and I’ll post one chapter a week, starting with the first real chapter March 30th, then every Saturday after that!

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Drowning Lessons

Chapter one

Summary:

Duck watches Red clean the dishes and his heart clenches.

He’s filled the sink up to the brim. Absentmindedly, he grabs another plate, pushes it down and gets to scrubbing. Water spills over. Red pretends not notice, or perhaps he really doesn’t.

Duck is afraid that this is exactly what love is going to do to him.

Or: Duck, Red guy and Yellow guy escape the loop. This makes nothing easier.

[the-horizon-lounge3041]

A Special Request

Told by Elisabet Sobeck

My life is flashing before my eyes, I can’t think straight, my heart is pounding, my body is shaking, I can’t breathe steady as I get off my goodbye to my Zero Dawn allies call. This…this was it….the world was about to end…I…I’m keeping my fingers crossed that Gaia has everything thing ready to repair the biosphere. As I wait in my childhood home I think of everything….my mother, Tilda, Ted, everyone who was on board with project Zero Dawn….and Gaia…probably one of the things I’m most proud of and thankful that she learned to feel.

I sit still thinking about her all while looking at my old family photos of me and my mom on the farm together….suddenly I hear echoes in my mind. “You often tell stories of your mother…but you are childless.” Gaias voice echoed. “I never had time…guess it was.. for the best” I replied. I don’t know what got into me but I started crying, I really wish it didn’t have to come to the apocalypse for me to get upset about never having my own offspring. I found my self repeating what I told Gaia.

“I guess I would’ve wanted…her…to be..curious. And willful…unstoppable even…but with enough compassion to…..heal the world…just a little bit.”

I shed many tears after saying that, thinking of what my little baby girl would’ve been like, what it would’ve been like to hold her…to take care of her…to be there for her when she needed me. I sat in silence for a while, then a thought hit me, I immediately called Gaia and was about to ask her something I never thought I’d ask.

“Greetings Elisabet. Are you all right? Everything is set in place for your plan..” Gaia spoke, I replied that I was fine and I have a massive favor to ask her, this might be a lot to ask but I have a special request.

“Oh! And what might that be?” Gaia hummed gently.

I took a deep breath and spoke.

“I want you…to give birth to my daughter using the Eleuthia 9 cradle that will rebirth the human race….I know it sounds crazy but…I never had time to embrace motherhood as I wanted to years ago…I…I just want to give my daughter whoever she may be in the future a life and a chance… and if she finds this message…I want to tell her: I love you…and I am your mother.”

Gaia gently smiled and agreed, she already had my DNA sampled and she told me that she was already planning and recreating her creator in some way, and I told her that I want her to be her own person not just a complete redo of me…she is her own person and will make her own choices, I know I unfortunately won’t be there to guide you little girl…but Gaia will once you find her, and when you do I hope you find this message as well….

I thanked Gaia and fell asleep…for the last time ever probably…

I love you little girl, and I can’t wait for you to see the world when you are born.

Dr. E. Sobeck’s suit: initiating cryogenic sleep….

[greybackpack]

Me, playing Horizon Forbidden West, and getting to THAT part of the main quest:

Me, glaring at the pages of my fic: no

LISTEN I HAVE FEELINGS ABOUT THE GEMINI QUEST LIKE SO MANY AND ALSO HELLO, BETA I HAVE FAMILY FOR YOU AND AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

ALSO TILDA???? HELLO??? SO MUCH POTENTIAL!!! Do I like her? No, no not really. She pretty much groomed Beta into being Lis and then abandoned her when she didn’t turn out like Lis and that’s just fifteen levels of wrong. BUT do I respect her astonishing levels of chaotic lesbian energy and her willingness to ditch the group that gave her immortality (tbh they’re not like the best group to be a part of too) etc because she wanted to spend the rest of her immortal life with clones of her dead lover? Yeah, yeah I do.

[artekai]

[wykart]

Sticks and Stones Against the Lightning

[mxnf]

My Horizon head cannon: One night Tilda stays at Lis’ place only to notice the bottle of 3-in-1 shampoo/conditioner/body wash in her bathroom. Tilda is stupefied by this discovery and simply cannot cope with the idea of it. Tilda then spends hundreds and ✨H U N D R E D S✨ of dollars buying Lis all of the expensive toiletries in which she wholeheartedly believes the woman should not be living without and has a large parcel sent to Lis’ home.

And this is the sole reason why Lis breaks up with her.

[royalbelial]

It was a long night for Jack Perry in which he spent most of the time looking down at the man beside him. He had not even a clue how it happened. They kind of stumbled into it and that was what made Jack afraid. Whatever it was that blossomed between him and Darby, it did not happen on an even playing field. What Darby wanted was not what Jack hoped for. And he hoped for so much. Perhaps too much for Darby. This was not a love story, no matter how raw and powerful it felt. Love stories where not for him.

The best thing would be if Jack left. Darby seemed to sleep just fine. So, why should he stay, hoping for something that would never happen? Would it upset Darby?

Du bist nicht wie ich Doch das ändert nicht, dass du bei mir bist Und ich zuseh' wie du schläfst Du bist noch längst nicht wach Ich war's die ganze Nacht und hab' mich still gefragt Was du tust, wenn ich jetzt geh'

(You're not like me

but that does not change, that you're with me

and I watch you sleeping

you won't be awake for a long time

while I was awake the whole night, silently asking myself

what you would do if I leave now)

Regen und Meer – Juli

[daughterofhecata]

Dinge, die ich an Fanfiction-Schreiben hasse: Ich habe in den letzten 24 Stunden so faszinierende Dinge googeln müssen wie die Zubereitung von Hummer, mögliche Farben von Honig und den Sternenhimmel über Kalifornien.

[meerlichtz]

Drowning lessons

Chapter 4

Summary:

Red guy left. Duck tries to deal with this.

[the-horizon-lounge3041]

I do miss her…A Lot.

Told by Tilda Van Der Meer

I was sitting outside my room thinking…thinking about my greatest regret, leaving Lis behind. Seeing little Beta has almost done nothing but put a hole in my heart, sure I love her and want her to have what she needs and I promised to take care of her for you Lis…but whenever I see her all I get is a reflection of my past mistakes. I promise I’ll try to do better and get a grip. For myself and for little Beta.

I sit there, lost in my thoughts until I hear a sweet little voice asking a question. “Mama?” It said, I look around the corner and I see little Beta sitting on the ground looking at a hologram of you. “Are you my mama?” Beta asked. I sighed and slowly walked into the room as to not scare the little girl, “Beta where did you find this?” I asked her in a whispering tone. “I found it in my training interface…she looks like me..is she my mother?” Beta asked again. “She…is your mother…kind of, it’s hard to explain” I told her tearing up. “Do you miss her?” Beta asked curiously, “I do miss her…a lot” I replied. Tearing up a little bit.

I decided to sit down with Beta and not long after she was in my arms she fell asleep, “it’s just like when she was a baby” I said to myself, she always fell asleep whenever she was in my arms, she wouldn’t cry unless I held her, except that one time she was hungry and wanted to be fed. But other than that, Beta was comfortable around me…it’s like she knew I was in your presence Lis, and now she thinks that you are her birth mother. I don’t know what to tell her, I guess the older she gets the more she’ll learn, I just hope she doesn’t take you being gone way to hard. As always I miss you Lis and I promise to do my best for Beta, She’s definitely your little girl.

[cybernecromancer365]

"The world is collapsing around us and you want me to go dancing?"

With a small grin emerging, Tilda left her wine behind on the small patio table and meandered to the stoic woman, her hands stuffed in the pockets of her slacks. "This world is always a mess. Let it be."

"Tilda, I can't. I'm headed back to Zero Dawn in the morning."

Tilda's arms wrapped around Elisabet's waist and Elisabet quieted as Tilda kissed her neck. "Always work."

"...for a reason."

Elisabet felt stiffer than usual, but that didn’t keep Tilda from hugging her close.

"Biophysicist turned Doomsayer. What's gotten into you?" Tilda kissed her a second time and let go, mindful to give the scientist her space. "When we met, your lecture that day was all about hope for a brighter future."

Their gazes met and Tilda smiled even if the woman didn't return it.

"You convinced me." Tilda approached taking Elisabet's face into her hands, and Elisabet looked right through her with a troubled gaze. There was something she knew but hesitated to say; a deep conflict brimming in her eyes. "What's wrong?"

"Ted Faro just destroyed that dream." Elisabet looked down. "I have less than two years to fix it, and I don't know if I can."

"What are you talking about? What happens in two years?"

Elisabet sighed but said nothing.

"Lis." Tilda pushed.

"If the Odyssey project is promising...you should go." Elisabet stepped out of Tilda's grasp and started into the house.

"...and you'll be with me, right?"

[yoursaltytears]

Been thinking about this Tilda & Elisabet prompt.

Tilda is a gifted programmer, so she probably has an internet presence where she shows off her work. She could create some cool program and present it to Elisabet. Like something that could help with her research. That could be a great way to impress her, and show off her coding. Maybe she could even code it to only unlock for her, to give her the feeling that she is special to Tilda or something.

Elisabet' s reaction to be kind of vague. Like she doesn't really show she is into her yet, but she might show some traits that show her feelings, like giving her special treatment, or going out of her way to speak with her even if its nothing important etc. And make Tilda get kind of worried if Elisabets feelings are mutual etc, just to make it even more compelling to see if she wins her over with her effort!

Tilda told Elisabet her past how tragic it was, Tilda being an orphan. Elisabet who also felt the same way losing her mother. They connected.

Elisabets feelings to be pushed to the front, as she connects with Tilda on a human emotional level. Maybe Tilda could even mention something like "we were both alone and left behind, but what if you could not be alone anymore?"

[wykart]

I've uploaded the first 2 chapters of the updated version of Against the Lightning here:

Decided to leave the old version up as it is. For an idea of how I managed to cut like 60k words out of the original 18 chapters, the first 2 chapters here cover chapters 1-5 of the old fic ://

[conscious-naivete]

girl who pronounces mirror with one syllable tries to use it as a verb

[immortalspacelesbian]

Elisabet had never seen Tilda this upset before. She wasn’t quite sure what brought it on; maybe it was small things that Tilda buried until they burst like a broken pipe, or maybe Tilda was simply in a bad mood already and Elisabet had accidentally pressed the big red button. Either way, Elisabet just wanted Tilda to calm down. She was ranting and raving and rambling in Dutch and Elisabet couldn’t calm her down if she didn’t know what the problem was. Tilda’s face was flushed and her hands were flying about, and Elisabet watched them like a hawk in case she hit something and caused herself harm.

“Tilda.”

“Je blijft van me wegtrekken, Elisabet,” Tilda said, her Dutch accent coming out and replacing the American one she’d used for so long now. She was pointing her hand towards Elisabet as she spoke and then waving it around, her other resting on her hip.

“Tilda,” Elisabet said louder. Tilda wasn’t listening. She kept speaking Dutch and waving her hands around and she was getting more and more agitated and stressed every second. And so was Elisabet. Tilda needed to start listening or whatever this was would escalate badly.

Tilda started pacing up and down the kitchen, still venting, “wat doe ik verkeerd? Waarom deel je dingen niet met mij? Ik ben moe!” She threw up her hands.

“Tilda!” Elisabet yelled and held Tilda still by the arms.

Tilda immediately stood still and looked away from Elisabet, her eyes landing on the now cold coffee cups sitting on the kitchen counter. “I’m sorry,” she said. Elisabet put her hand on Tilda’s cheek and guided her head so that Tilda was looking at her. Tilda became less stiff and relaxed as Elisabet’s other hand rubbed Tilda’s upper arm before squeezing it and holding her hand.

“Please,” Elisabet said, “I can’t understand Dutch, Tilda. I can’t help you if I don’t know what’s wrong. We can’t sort this out if we can’t understand each other.” Tilda nodded and Elisabet gave her hand one final squeeze before grabbing the two mugs and pouring the cold coffee down the sink. Tilda didn’t move. She kept one hand resting on the counter with her head tilted downwards. Elisabet put the mugs in the dishwasher and returned to Tilda, taking her hands as gently as one approaches a scared animal. She led her over to the glass dining table and next to her in one of the art deco chairs with golden geometric patterns that Tilda had brought a year ago to add some colour to the mostly white kitchen-diner.

Both women kept their knees touching and Elisabet kept a hold of Tilda’s hands, stroking her thumb over the woman’s knuckles as their hands rested on the table together. The room felt significantly cooler now that the shouting and ranting had flatlined. Tilda had calmed completely but kept a somber demeanour. Elisabet forced herself to remain calm, kept her breathing steady instead of heavy, and pushed the paranoid thoughts of ‘what if I’m the problem’ away. Aside from Tilda’s hands, she needed something else to hold on to if this situation became any more negative than it already was.

“I’ll make us some tea, and then you can tell me what’s wrong and we can fix it. Okay?” Elisabet said. She waited for Tilda’s nod before standing and kissing Tilda on the crown on her head and going to make some tea.

i don’t know any dutch, so i used google translate for it so i’m sorry if any of it’s wrong. take translate with a grain of salt

Je blijft van me wegtrekken, Elisabet = you keep pulling away from me, Elisabet

Wat doe ik verkeerd? Waarom deel je dingen niet met mij? Ik ben moe! = what am i doing wrong? why don’t you share things with me? i’m tired!

inspired by @oswinthestrange post here