#opens page. sees cody. closes page

[ban-joey]

do you remember when pnat wasn't about a preteen vampire. because i do

[lychgate]

i haven't posted a really poorly drawn thought piece adventure in years so here's a brief update!

hope i hit the read more thing right oh well anyway:

"Spent a lot of time applying for a home loan. I had to pay -fucked up- to have a convincing income for a decent loan. It was very confusing but cody helped me a lot."

"Cody proposed to me It felt wonderful that someone wanted to share their time and love with me. Cody proposed Anthrohio weekend, it's the con we really met at."

"We saw the listing that sunday morning before we had to go to our table to vend."

"It was a perfect house. We were the first people to view it and we immediately put in a bid. And we got the house. Many papers to sign."

"Moving was not easy. It took 2 whole months. Cody was out of town helping their grandma recover from a big surgery and we had to sell their old house/move that as well as move from my apartment. ALSO THE PETS: My cat dick wolf + Cody's 3 birds. Until we could get some doors installed and separate the house, I had to live between two places every day to feed and care for them."

"Still, life was good. I bought my first house! It has a swing in the backyard. I've never had my own backyard. I've never even lived somewhere that had trees (in said yard) It felt nice. Living together with the love of my life and 4 pets."

"Through all this i never closed my shop. How could I? It was my income, and I just bought a house. It needed to stay open. Moving that much inventory, setting up a new office, the house is a nice size but it's not huge, so, very careful organizing had to be executed if I wanted my apparel laid out right. (Which I totally managed to do)"

"but i Did get really good at baking pies. the two are connected."

"sacred_crow on instagram!"

"there's like 25 of u bastards i would absolutely die for, and about 75 more that i would go nearly dead over."

"We have an extra bedroom so I got to turn it into a toy room. There's games, crafts, stuffed animals, movies, a sick loft I painted the shit out of. It rules. It brings me a lot of Joy."

"Under the loft we have a dug out where we can watch VHS tapes. I love to sit with Cody and watch movies and play Donkey Kong."

"I am not good at Banjo Kazooie, but Cody is. Cody is so talented. I love watching them play games. (Depicted is not banjo kazooie but donkey kong country 2 as we are currently playing that. I'm good at DKC but I will still swear and make sounds like im about to throw up)"

"Half the basement is finished, so we turned it into a dual office space. It rules. Cody has a whole side for fursuit crafting, and my side is mostly my gigantic gamer computer area/shipping area. I took a whole wall to put all my non apparel merch like pins charms and notebooks also. for hte love of god someone buy the notebooks they take up more space then i wanted"

"I love to look over from my computer and see cody working. They always look so focused, yet peaceful."

"It's winter but it rains. I miss the snow. I lived by the lakes growing up. I miss piles of snow. It's just wet and cold here. Yes i'm quite aware of global warming"

"I got kicked off both my health and car insurance. I fixed the car one but health insurance still no. All my meds have gone away. The past few months have been hard. I think way too much lately. I can't get myself to do anything. -this is a whole page of downer bullshit and i cropped it!-"

"We had a leaky ceiling that took a month to fix. Cody did all the work because they are smart and kind."

"Oh yeah I had my uterus removed earlier this year. They let me keep it. It's in a jar in my living room."

"We threw a very nice halloween party. I was the green m&m. Cody was the monarch."

"We adopted 8 beautiful kiwis from a crane machine at the mall. we spent over 100 monies to get them but it was worth it."

"

It was a rough year. My health is in decline. Our country may try to end my life for being trans soon (lol?) I am in hte middle of a colossal mental breakdown of my core fundamental behavior (depression advanced) BUT ALSO: I am engaged to my favorite person. We bought a house together. I'm beginning a new chapter of my life. I have a swing in my backyard. The negatives suck but there are also many positives. The cycle of emotions is immense, but there is beauty in it. There is beauty in life, and isn't that wonderful?"

[wishyouloveme]

The way of his frustration 👀18+

song rec: Feel you- faaruka

Warnings: HEAVY ASS FUCKING SMUT. MINORS DNI. swearing, Solo Sikoa (had to write him as a warning cuz tbh he ain't my fav rn), pet names, mentions of violence.

A/N note: I'm so sorry I've gone off the radar, but I'm back now! this isn't a story for minors, so pls get off my page if you are a minor. XOXO

Pairing: Solo Sikoa (Joseph Yokozuna Fatu) x Fem! reader

tags: @harmshake ❤️ @wrestlingprincess80 💗 @whatdoeseverybodywant 🩵

You knew almost automatically when you heard Roman's entrance music, your husband was going to come home fucking pissed.

Late on Saturday night, you we're watching summer Slam on the wide screen in the basement, wanting to see your man in action, and fuck was he looking good. maybe the bleached hair was growing on you...

You weren't aware of the script, not knowing Roman was going to come back and screw Solo out of the championship.

Swearing to yourself, you quickly make your way down to the basement. Once again, you were about to be late to watch the main event of summer Slam, except this time, it was your husband.

Sitting on the reclining chairs, you turned the TV on, tuning into the first fifteen minutes of his match, and already found yourself getting hot. The way he was throwing Cody around reminded you of the way he could pick you up and throw you.

You watched the match almost to the entirety, zoning out part of the time from thinking of your husband, you snapped out of your dazed moment when you heard the familiar entrance music.

"oh fuck."

With your eyes wide, you sit forward, watching the t.v with wide eyes, certain you hadn't gotten told about the script change.

After Solo's match, you found yourself needing to do other things, to calm yourself down, sexually and non. Your man had looked so fucking good, but you were so fucking pissed about how he hadn't gotten a fair chance at the title.

Closer to Monday he was finally on his way home, and you were so fucking excited.

You were sitting on the couch when you heard the front door open, and felt your heart stutter. Not because you were nervous, but because you could literally feel the tension and anger that rolled off of him in waves.

"hey baby" He groaned out, dropping his bags, and making his way over.

You bit your lip at the sound of his voice, rubbing your thighs together as he made his way over, leaning up to kiss him, your hands going to his hair.

"mm well that's a nice welcome home" He chuckled deeply, his hand going to your chin as he kissed you back.

"you want dinner?" You ask after the heated kiss, watching him, although if he says yes, you might just jump on him anyways.

"hm that depends, are you my dinner?" He smirks to you, lifting you up by your thighs, pulling you close.

You laugh at the sudden movement and the implication of his words, before you hum quietly "well I'm making quesadilla's, but I could be your dinner if you need"

He kisses you, slowly making his way to the bedroom, moving a little slower due to the match on saturday.

He pulls away to throw you onto the bed, pulling his shirt over his head as he watches you with dark eyes.

You scurry up to the headboard, pulling off your shirt and your breath hitches as you saw his chest. "my beautiful man" you whisper softly, tugging him closer by the waistband on his pants.

"All you mama's" He groans out, kissing you again, taking his pants off quickly, needing to be inside of you as fucking quickly as he could be.

Tugging your pants off, you threw them to the side, not caring about where they landed.

You pulled away from the kiss to run your hand through the buzz cut, and your breath hitches as you look into his eyes. "my fucking tribal chief" you whisper to him. His eyes darken a considerable amount and he grabs your hips, flipping you over, ignoring the tiny squeak of surprise that had come from your throat.

"I'll buy a new pair" You were entirely confused at what he meant, until you felt your underwear get literally torn down the middle. "You rip my bra, i will kill you" You warn, your breath hitching when you felt a warm tounge press against your clit. He chuckles, the vibrations dancing off his tounge onto your clit, making you whine quietly. "Solo" you whine out, backing up more. "I'm gonna eat this fuckin' pussy like a starvin' man" was your only warning before you felt his tounge enter you, making you gasp and your eyes roll back, holding onto the pillow.

He smirks from behind you, pushing a hand up and cupping your breast, licking your clit, before plunging his tounge into you again, starting to eat you out. You moan out, throwing your head down against the pillow, moaning into it. He gently nips at your clit, making you gasp and whimper, slowly becoming a writhing mess under him.

"that's my girl, c'mon" He growls into your pussy, bringing a hand back to smack your ass, making you whimper as you close your eyes. "C'mon baby, don't you wanna make me feel better? cum for me" He growls to you, continuing to eat you out. He did this thing with his tounge where he quickly flicks it up and down, and it made you see stars. "Oh shit, fuck, solo-" You moan out, grinding your hips back against his face.

With a sudden groan, he pulled back, flipping you over again as he leans down, kissing you. You moan at the taste of him and you, wrapping your legs around his waist, feeling the material of his boxers. He chuckles, hearing your whine about him having his boxers on still "breathe, mama's" He hums, leaning down to kiss your shoulder, and down your arm, before kissing the side of your stomach, his fingers tracing circles into your bra cup "should I take this off?" He teases, pressing a kiss to the cup.

"please" You whine impatiently, thrusting your hips against his clothed hardness.

He bites his lip as he leans back, grabbing her bra and slowly moving around to the back of it, unclipping it and pulling it off, groaning at the sight of your tits. "shit baby." You blush, whining needily as he leans down, licking and nipping at your right nipple. He chuckles, and massages the other one, going up and kissing you. "you want my dick mama's?" You nod roughly, whining and tugging at the roots of his hair, before you try to use your foot to push down his boxers.

He chuckles at your eagerness, reaching down and un tangling your legs around his waist, before getting off the bed and taking off his boxers.

Your breath hitched at the sheer size of him, 8 inches fully rock hard, precum on the tip that you almost outwardly moaned out, missing him. almost drooling at the beautiful brown color of his dick.

He gets back onto the bed, leaning down to kiss you as he pushes his hand down your body, feeling at your pussy. "shit baby, your wet as fuck." He groans into your mouth, before he sits back, disconnecting the kiss as he leans back on his heels. He grabs your ankles, before slowly pulling you closer, wrapping your legs around his hips. "you ready, Angel?" You nod, watching as he slowly kisses your stomach, hissing at the stretch when he slowly pushes in, whining quietly. "shit no matter how much we do this, you're always so fuckin' tight." He hisses through his teeth at the feeling of you clenching around him, his hips stuttering before he fully pushed into you. You moan out, tightening your legs around him "shit, baby" You moan, leaning up to kiss him, trailing your nails up his back.

He kisses you back, grabbing at your hair, and slowly pushing you back down, starting to move his hips slowly, moaning at how good you felt "fuck Mama's"

You tighten around him, instantly cumming at the feeling of him "holy f-fuck" you whimper out, your nails digging into his back.

He smirks and picks up his pace, leaning down by your ear as he grunts and swears "who's your tribal chief, hm?" He groans into you ear, gasping as he keeps thrusting. "f-fuck you are!" The minute he heard that he pushes deeper into you, cumming. You moan out, your muscles starting to strain, exhaling softly when he collapsed onto you, but freezing as you smelt something burning. "whats that?" he asks quietly, not even lifting his head. "oh fuck...the quesadilla's!"

[bardan-jusik]

okay so your post abt alpha-17 and the other alpha arcs got me thinking (and im sorry for using you as sw google but in my mind you're Alpha Legends Lore mutual) who ARE the oldest clones? I feel like everything got... really confusing with a bunch of super secret REAL first clones getting shuffled into the order. is boba the oldest? in my mind it goes 1 boba 2 nulls 3 alphas 4 the rest of the initial clones that obi-wan saw in aotc but I have no bloody clue 😭

I AM HONORED TO BE YOUR LEGENDS LORE GOOGLE MUTUAL

ok so. sources probably conflict bc this is star wars, of course they do. what i care about is repcomm so we're just gonna go with that as our primary source with wookieepedia as secondary sources

first we gotta get some dates. unfortunately star wars doesnt really give months for most dates but years is still a starting place. these dates are all pulled from wookieepedia, legends page when applicable/different

also we're using geonosis as our date reference point since the timeline is honestly so hard to work with

order 66 happens 19 bby

1st battle of geonosis, 22 bby, the clone wars are 3 years long

boba fett's birth date is listed as 32 bby, meaning he was 10 at geonosis. cody, rex, ordo, fi, spar, and sull are all also listed with a birth date of 32 bby, so we're down to a difference of months here. essentially they're all the same age though- boba himself, troopers, nulls, commandos, and alphas

I REPEAT. ALPHA IS NOT SIGNIFICANTLY OLDER THAN THE CORE OF THE GAR. PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD. HE ISNT THE ONLY ALPHA EITHER.

but who's actually oldest? and is wookieepedia entirely correct? this is the part where i open repcomm and ignore everything else. i don't even know if anything else contradicts because i'm not checking

chapter 1 of triple zero, kal has just arrived on kamino. it's eight years before geonosis, and 2 years into the cloning program

(ALSO ITS SO FUCKING GREAT THAT THIS IS KAL'S INTRODUCTORY LINE LMAOOO <3)

he does see a lot of clone babies in gestation vats, just like we see in attack of the clones as well as cadets of varying ages- the kaminoans continue producing troopers through the entire ten years of the cloning program, so yes, the 'first generation' (clones deployed at geonosis) ARE older than a lot of later clones. but we dont really have a lot of those later clones as named characters as far as i know

anyways

the nulls appear to kal to be 4 or 5 (also peep jango apparently being legitimately shocked by them)

chronologically the nulls are NEARLY two, which probably means like 1 year and 11 months or something

(pause for me to cry about this entire scene, 'kal was instantly proud of all of them,' 'how would you like to be called ordo, he was a mandalorian warrior,' kal teaching them to embrace their fear as a mechanism their body uses to help protect them, but this is gonna be long enough as it is)

and then we have jango showing up with boba. no real indication of if boba or the nulls are actually older, but it's implied that they're very very close in actual age, if not the same age. we also get mention of the commandos and the alphas.

now, this is now just down to what i think and what makes sense to me. the whole point of the nulls is that they were experimental units- the kaminoans wanted to see if tinkering with the genome would be worth it, and ultimately decided it wasn't. it would actually make sense to me if the nulls were at least a year or two older than the rest of the clones- the kaminoans need time to see if their experiment panned out, don't they? but the nulls are also 10 at geonosis

while the nulls have been flash-trained and put through some trial runs at this point, it's indicated that the alphas and commandos aren't quite ready for training yet. this could be because the alphas and commandos are just a bit too young yet, it could be that the kaminoans put the nulls through training at a younger age than they're doing for non-experimental units. not totally clear

this is another point that is important to me: multiple times the nulls pass for clone troopers. i keep seeing headcanons of them being noticeably taller/bigger than other clones and while it is true that they're canonically slightly heavier, i think the difference is probably like 10-20 pounds, most people cannot easily tell the difference. ordo puts on corr's armor and just notes that it's slightly tighter than he's used to. mereel infiltrated kamino in trooper armor unnoticed, even while directly speaking to a kaminoan

here is my opinion on it: -the nulls and boba are basically the same age -the alphas were created next, but a few months after. by this point the kaminoans had decided (possibly because of the nulls' high mortality rate in gestation) that the alphas would be fully unaltered aside from the accelerated aging. the nulls' behavior 'issues' proved to the kaminoans that this was the right call -the commandos were created at the same time or shortly after the alphas. we're talking within weeks if not days. they have minor genetic changes to work better as a team but that's about it. -the troopers then begin production, now that the kaminoans have lots of practice altering jango's genome. heavy alteration for better social cooperation and obedience. -we're talking a span on like 4 months for all of this

you could say that ordo's gray hairs support the nulls being maybe 4-6 months older than everybody else, but i really think he is just that stressy, and there's also book evidence for clones actually aging at variable rates depending on how much stress they're under

quick note for omega: i think her existence is just insane and she's only here because disney was making a children's show and needed a child character (and girl so they can get inclusivity points), but i could see her being made anywhere from at the same time as boba to up to 3 years later. her wookieepedia page doesn't say, because the bad batch never bothered to give us any concrete information on... anything.

WE ARENT EVEN TOUCHING ON EMERIE. WHAT THE FUCK

[delkios]

so i saw u write heatwave & chase and rescue bots stuff

i dont know if u do anymore but if ya do and are okay with promts I would love a heatwave comforting chase maybe like after he got squeezed by the boa constritor?

Apologies for the taking a while to get to this. I wrote this in a notebook about a week back and almost immediately misplaced said notebook when I got home. It was, in fact, still in the bag I'd placed it in, who woulda thunk.

Title: The Little Things Fandom: Transformers: Rescue Bots Rating: G Word Count: 746 Characters: Heatwave, Chase Summary: Set after 1x06. Sometimes it's the little things you need help with.

The chief was certainly taking his sweet time with his impromptu second hike and, though he was good at hiding it from the other humans, Chase was starting to fret while pretending he wasn't fretting. He'd pick up a couple books only to put them down some time later without hardly reading a page. Boulder and Blades tried to take his mind off things with protocol quizes and mindless television respectively but Chase's attention kept wandering until they gave up. Heatwave eventually found him sitting at the Sigma's main database, adding pointless metatags to old reports.

"He's fine." Chase jolted at Heatwave's words, a testament to his state of mind. "Chief called in a minute ago, told the kids he'd be eating out tonight." Kade had cheerfully speculated they may not see him until morning. Dani and Graham seemed happy Charlie was open to dating again and Cody was trying to take advantage by weasel an extra hour on his curfew.

Chase hmmed quietly, running his hands over the console and turning back to the monitor in an attempt to appear normal. "Emergencies can happen at any time, Heatwave, I know you're aware of that. Griffon Rock has a fairly large amount of them given population size."

"So what are you worried about? Being called out while Chief is gone or that something might happen to him while you're not there?"

One of Chase's hands ran over the door panel on his arm. It was subtle, something Heatwave only noticed because he knew Chase's habits so well, the way his servos lingered over a dent that shouldn't have been there. Carefully, giving Chase ample time to notice and stop him if needed, Heatwave grabbed Chase's wrist, turning the arm so he could see the damage more clearly. It was a superficial flaw, a couple of shallow divots that crumpled the edge of the door. In most cases Heatwave wouldn't have brought it up but there had only been once incident that could've caused that. "Why did you let that snake damage you? You could've gotten out the its hold easy."

"Indeed I could have," Chase said coolly, allowing Heatwave to continue his inspection, "but doing so would have risked the creature's welfare. I did not want to kill it."

Heatwave wanted to say that Chase's safety was more important than an Earth animal's life but Chase would have argued the point and something that would easily be fixed by his self-repair wasn't worth the fight. Instead he let the arm go and started looking over Chase's frame more closely. "Any other damage?"

Chase may have gotten away with hiding his injuries from Blades but he knew better than to attempt the same with Heatwave when he already knew something was wrong. "There is nothing that my self-repair can't handle. But," he admitted somewhat reluctantly, "I think the snake may have damaged my light structure."

He stood, silently allowing the other mech to study his back. A finger traced along the struts connecting the lights to Chase's roof. "Yeah, I see it. Brackets are misaligned, the entire rack is crooked." He pushed on Chase's shoulder until he started toward the recharge berths. "Lay down, I'll straighten it out for you."

"That's not necessary," Chase protested though, tellingly, he made no move to struggle, "it'll likely be fixed in the next day or so."

"Yeah, probably. But I doubt that <i>and</i> all those dents will be fixed by the time you next patrol tomorrow. And if they're not I know it'll bother you. You're very particular about your appearance."

That got him an indignant sound. "It's unbecoming of an officer of the law to allow themself to fall into disrepair," came the tart reply. "Obviously physical appearance falls under that criteria."

"Exactly," Heatwave gave him a playful but insistent shove. "So shut up and let me do this for you."

Chase exvented, shoulders falling. "Heatwave," he started in a tone the larger mech knew all too well, his heavy engine revving in warning. Chase paused before an apology could leave his vocalizer and Heatwave hated that, of all the emotions Chase had become familiar with, guilt for a perceived inconveniencing of others into caring for him happened to be one of them. But, sensing the old argument looming at his next choice of words, Chase said, "I appreciate you looking out for me."

Rumbling in satisfaction at the change of tact, Heatwave patted Chase's back. "Any time, partner."

[thegreymarveljedi]

The Masterlist!

Welcome all to my page!

This is my masterlist where I will be posting my works. This page is 18+ so minors please DNI. Each story will be put into a category based on who it is about. I am still new to all of this so please, be patient with me.

As for requests, Requests are open! Please follow the link to where you may request a story from me if you like my writing! GIVE ME IDEAS! or Ask me something!

The Bad Batch Missions

The Bad Batch

Permanent Scars: 🌧️🫂 Story Requested by @genericficerblog (Hunter/Echo +Omega)

The Healer Who Got Away: Part 1, Part 2 ; Life on Pabu has been peaceful and amazing. A true change from the constant threat of death and war. When Lyana brings a new face into your clinic on the Island, you must decide whether to run or face the past. (The Bad Batch x Reader)

Familiar Yet Unfamiliar World: 🌧️ A shore leave vacation with the boys is something that you and the squad desperately needed. But what happens when you fall asleep and wake up somewhere else. (The Bad Batch x Reader)

Get Well Soon! : 🌼 The Batch take care of their sick Cyar’ika. (The Bad Batch x Reader)

Hunter

Mistress Please!: 😈 The Bad batch finally have a break and decide to spend it on Coruscant. Before (Y/N) can leave the ship however, her sergeant would like to have a word with her…or several. (Sub! Hunter x Dom! Reader)

Welcome Home Sergeant: 😈 There is only one way to welcome back your soldier when he comes home from the front. (Hunter x Reader)

Guardian Jedi: 🌧️❗️🫂🌼 Awoken by sounds of distress, you help Hunter through a very bad night. (Hunter x Reader)

Wrecker

Positive: 🌼🫂 Life on Pabu was blissful, the squad finally retiring from their soldier days. With their retirement, what happens when (Y/N) receives some pleasantly surprising news? How will Wrecker react? (Wrecker x Reader)

Surprise for You: 😈 Wrecker comes home from a long day on the boat with ingredients to make a nice dinner. His wife however, has a special surprise in store for him. (Wrecker x Reader)

Tech

My Dear Cyar’ika: 😈 It's time for lunch and you go to the barracks to try and pull Tech away from his work. Instead, he some how pulls you into helping him. Help keep him warm, that is. (Dom! Tech x Sub! Reader)

Friendly Flying Fun: 🌼 Story requested by @ewokmurderbear (Tech x Jedi! Reader)

The Lucky Twins:😈 (See Crosshair section for Description) (Tech x Reader x Crosshair)

Crosshair

The Lucky Twins: 😈 Game night shenanigans with the 212th leads the twins of the Bad batch and their medic to have an interesting evening together. (Crosshair x Reader x Tech)

Relaxing Days: 😈 Crosshair and his jetii have some private time away from everyone else. (Crosshair x Reader)

Echo

He’ll be Home Soon: 🌧️🫂A mission gone wrong takes your beloved trooper away from you. Is it a fever dream? Or reality that brings him home? (Echo x Reader)

Clone Shenanigans

Reunited At Last : 🌼😈 Navigating the world since order 66 has been hard but having an amazing crew of people and your son by your side has made the world a brighter place. Could a familiar face from your past dim that light? or make it even brighter? (Rebels! Rex x Reader)

Disobedient Girl: 😈 You disappear during a day of training and Rex find you in your room relieving stress without him. That’s a no no in the captain’s eyes. (Rex x Reader)

Sleeping Beauty: 😈 Rex and Cody wake their girl up by trying out one of her kinks. Good times follow. (Rex x Reader x Cody)

Live to Fight Another Day : 🌼🫂 Lily and Kenzo are a part of the greatest army to ever grace the galaxy. In there own respective profession, they must navigate how to get through the fighting together while keeping their relationship hidden. (OC! Jedi x OC! Clone Trooper)

Morning Dance: waiting in your room for your Arc troopers to get back, dancing around in close to nothing. They are unable to resist. 😈 (Fives x Reader x Echo)

Obi-wan Journals

A Teddy Bear Hug : 😈🌼 The war is over and the world is at peace. But there is something missing from your life with Obi-wan. He doesn't know if it is something that he can have, but you want to prove him wrong. (Obi-wan x Reader)

You’ve Got a Nice Ass : 🌼 Admiring Obi-wan from afar has always been hard, especially when you were so closely with him. A few comments from Anakin lead to an embarrassing moment with Obi-wan. (Obi-wan x Reader)

Anakin Adventures

It's Not Your Fault : 🌧️🫂 A mission gone right but sevrely wrong lands Anakin and Padme's daughter in a coma. Anakin's self-doubt causes him to spiral even when everyone has told him that it's not his fault. His daughter needs him to stay strong. (Anakin x Padme + Daughter! Reader)

Ahsoka’s Experiences

(All fics have Ahsoka at age 16+!! None of these fanfics will be smutty in the slightest. They are strictly young romance and/or platonic)

I Left my Friend to Die: 🌧️🫂🌼 a series of events lead Ahsoka to hearing the voice of a friend lost to battle. Is her search for closure she finds someone she never expected to see again; someone she let down terribly. (Ahsoka x Reader)

[leapingbadger]

The Conspiracy - Chapter 5

Summary: Disaster strikes when the squad least expects it.

Read on AO3

Hunter shifted uncomfortably. While he had been in the Jedi temple a couple of times before, he had never been in the quarters of a Jedi. He looked over at Cody, completely comfortable in the space. He wore civilian clothes and Hunter struggled to hide his smile. His older brother had been through a lot over the years; to see him so happy and content was a pleasant surprise. He didn’t’ know clones could get happy endings.

The room looked like it was overflowing with the five clones in their bulky armor, the Jedi, and his Commander. Omega wandered around the fringes of the room, her hands moving over the collection of books and artifacts on Obi Wan’s shelves.

“That is a particularly interesting read,” The Jedi said, quietly crossing to her, pulling the book off the shelf and placing it in her hand. She looked up at him and smiled, opening the book and taking in the pictures of various creatures from across the galaxy. “In my youth I was very interested in the various species of the galaxy. I collected information during my travels with my Master. You are more than welcome to borrow it.” He said sweetly, a sincere smile cast on his lips.

Omega looked to Hunter for permission. He nodded his head, and she grinned up at Obi Wan, “Thank you.” She said, sitting down in the middle of Wrecker and Echo on the couch and thumbing through the pages. She paused and showed a picture to Wrecker, who responded enthusiastically and leaned closer to see more.

“Thank you,” Hunter said before catching Cody’s raised eyebrow. “What?” he asked.

“Nothing, it’s just…interesting.” He said without elaborating, his eyes flicking to Omega before returning to Tech.

The Specialist cleared his throat, “As I was saying, we still have no data on how the commands are triggered and what would happen if they were. But given the fact that we all possess the chips, it is likely whatever the commands do, they could affect all clones if whatever command had a wide enough range.”

Hunter watched the Jedi shuffle as he looked at Cody, an invisible conversation happening before his eyes. Finally, the Jedi spoke, “I feel we have reached the point where the Council must be informed. While further research is definitely needed, we need to examine the clone army closely and make sure whatever these commands are, they don’t suddenly get triggered.”

“I do not believe that likely to happen. The only people aware of this are us.” Tech said.

Obi Wan turned to the specialist, his blue eyes fixed thoughtfully, “Sidious was deeply embedded in the workings of the Republic. For all we know, others could have been included in this scheme. It already seems likely that at least some of the Kaminoan scientists were aware to put these into place to begin with.”

“Perhaps we should establish a series of experiments to see what, if anything, these commands do.”

“That sounds way too risky. What if we can’t control the outcome.” Cody interjected.

“Provided we use a secure facility with enough contingencies in place, I do not see the issue.” Tech responded, his eyes on his datapad.

Hunter shared a look with Cody before looking over his shoulder. Omega, Echo and Wrecker were still engrossed in Obi Wan’s book. Crosshair stood silently in the corner; his eyes fixed out the window.

“Any thoughts, Cross?” Hunter asked. He always trusted Tech’s point of view but was always grateful for his more severed brother’s practical take.

The sniper crossed to Tech’s datapad and pulled it towards him. “You really think there is a secret code to get us to do whatever they want us to do?” he asked snidely.

“The evidence certainly points to that.” Tech said.

Crosshair looked down the list. “Execute Order 55.” He said.

“Kriff it, Cross.” Hunter said, his whole body tensed.

Everyone in the room was frozen for a moment. Obi Wan looked to Cody who looked to Hunter, who looked to Tech.

“That was highly inadvisable.” Tech said with a scowl, snatching the datapad back from his brother.

Wrecker guffawed from the couch, “ha-ha, Good one Cross. Execute Order 21, Execute Order 39…”

“Alright Wrecker, that’s enough.” Cody said with mild amusement.

“Can we please stop saying ‘execute’?” Tech hissed

“…order 66.” Wrecker said.

Cody and Crosshair both snapped to attention at Wrecker’s words, their faces blank. “Good soldiers follow orders.” They rasped out in unison. Their eyes falling on Obi Wan and immediately drawing their blaster and rifle. The Jedi backed up instinctively, his stance alert.

“Cody, what are you doing?” Hunter shouted as his older brother raised his blaster and took a shot. But the Jedi was ready.

Obi Wan had snatched his lightsaber into his hand and ignited it, the blue glow casting an eerie paleness on Cody’s face. He easily redirected the blaster bolt, so it singed the wall above the commander’s head.

Hunter heard the ting of a mirror puck hit the wall at the sharp snap of Crosshair’s rifle. He chanced a look back at Crosshair, the sniper’s angular face was sharp, his expression menacing, staring down the view finder.

Hunter didn’t have time to get to his little brother as Cody’s weapon was repeatedly firing, the blue saber swirling in a blur, the low hum vibrating his sensitive eardrums. He heard Wrecker’s loud battle cry and an “oof” as he collided with Crosshair, a subsequent string of obscenities flew out of the sniper’s mouth.

“Ow, he bit me.” Wrecker wailed from behind.

Hunter leapt on Cody’s back as he marched forward, blaster firing endlessly at the man he had moment ago been making moony eyes with. The Jedi’s saber swirled elegantly as the blaster bolts flew around the room while Cody stumbled, letting out a guttural noise as Hunter’s arm flew around his neck.

Cody swirled around, throwing Hunter to the floor and stepping over him to get to the Jedi once more but Hunter landed a kick to the back of his knee, making him stumble and fall to the ground.

The Commander still kept coming. Obi Wan pushed Cody back with the force. He stumbled backwards but was up again. Hunter clambered to his feet and put the commander into a headlock. He chanced a look back. Wrecker and Tech had managed to throw his lanky brother to the floor, Wrecker sat on the Sniper’s back, his rifle laying useless across the other side of the room. Once secured under Wrecker, Tech stood in front of them, his blasters pointed at his brother’s snarling face. Echo was off to the side behind the couch; blaster extended toward Crosshair.

Hunter started to panic as he realized he had lost track of Omega in the confusion. Blaster bolts had been flying around the room; she could have been hit when his back was turned.

“Omega?” Hunter called, the concern evident in his voice. He noticed her peak up from behind the couch, he brown eyes wide, and felt the tightness in his chest lessen slightly.

“I’ve got her, Hunter.” Echo said, pushing the girl down gently and guarding her.

“Stay down.” He called to them. Hunter turned back to the fight in front of him just in time to feel Cody’s fist collided with his cheek. He stumbled back and watched in horror as the Commander lunged at Obi Wan, a vibroknife clutched in his fist.

“Cody, stop.” Obi Wan said, his voice was hoarse.

The Commander continued to move, until he didn’t. Obi Wan lifted his left hand as his saber thrummed in his right. Cody rose into the air, frozen in place. Hunter used the distraction to get around him, coming to stand side by side with the Jedi. He set his blaster to stun and raised it to his older brother.

“Good Soldiers follow order.” Cody said again, struggling against the hold Obi Wan had on him. “All Jedi must die.” His pupils were pinpricks as he looked at Obi Wan.

Hunter chanced a look over at his other brothers. Crosshair was still struggling under Wrecker’s weight. He felt his heart in his throat as the words “stun him. We have to stun them.” Fell out of his mouth.

Tech instantly sent a wave of blue light over his brother, who slumped to the floor.

“No, wait,” Obi Wan said as he held Cody in place and turned off his lightsaber with a snap hiss. “Cody, this isn’t you. Please, remember.”

“You’re going to die, Jedi.” Cody spat, his mouth gnawing at the Jedi’s words.

“Kote.” Obi Wan said quietly, intimately, as he inched forward.

Cody’s face relaxed, his pupils growing wider, his face relaxing for a brief second before his pupils reverted to the tiny pinpricks and the scowling resumed.

Obi Wan gave a resigned sigh and nodded at Hunter. The blue stun bolt hit the commander in the chest. He slumped over instantly, his head lolling to the side. Obi Wan gently lowered him to the floor, a look of anguish decorating his pale face.

“Don’t.” Hunter said as Obi Wan moved towards him, but the Jedi ignored him. He knelt down next to the unconscious commander, brushing an imaginary hair off his face and cupping his cheek in his hand.

“I must contact the council immediately. We can take them to the healers. Perhaps removing the chips would stop it.”

Hunter nodded, but his feet took him over to Crosshair, his senses picking up a rapidly slowing heartbeat. Wrecker sat beside him, looking worried as Tech ran a med scanner over him.

“Will he be alright?” Hunter asked quietly.

“He will recover from the stun bolt in short order. But we do not know what we are dealing with. Something may have been activated that cannot easily be switched off.”

Hunter frowned as he looked down at his brother, wishing he could dive inside his mind and see what was going on there. He turned to his right and almost gasped at the site of Omega, who, in the dim lighting, looked like a young Crosshair, huddled amongst half destroyed books.

He moved over to her. She was still hunched behind the couch, Echo standing guard, his blaster still in his hand. Hunter gave him a nod of thanks, and he returned it silently. She had Obi Wan’s book grasped to her chest. Her large brown eyes were wide with fear. Hunter offered her his hand, and she stood.

“Are you okay, Omega?” He asked, his senses attuned to her, hearing her shallow, panicked breath, the rapid beat of her little heart clamoring in her chest.

“I’m fine.” She said with a heavy breath out, but her white knuckles clutching the book indicated otherwise. The jewel on her forehead had slipped and hung lopsided over her left eye. He reached up gently to straighten it. She smiled, until she looked around the room, her face falling.

Hunter followed her eyes to Crosshair and Cody, their limp bodies spread out on the floor.

“They’ll be okay.” He said in what he hoped was a reassuring voice.

Hunter looked back over his shoulder. Obi Wan was still sitting next to Cody, his eyes closed, palm on the side of his head.

“Master Kenobi, we have to move before they wake up.” Hunter said, standing and collecting his various weapons.

“Indeed. Take them to the healers. I will let them know you are coming. I will join you as soon as I have spoken to the council.”

Hunter nodded, “Wrecker, grab Cross.” He said as he crossed over to Obi Wan, knelt down and threw Cody over his shoulder.

He had never seen a Jedi look so dejected before. Hunter adjusted Cody’s limp body over his shoulder and placed his hand on Obi Wan’s shoulder. “He’ll be fine. We’ll get him back to you.”

The Jedi nodded resolutely and walked out of his quarters without looking back.

***

Obi Wan was in a daze as he made his way down the stone steps into the Jedi’s central command. A holotable sat in the middle of the room, footage from a battle above a small planet played. He stopped and waited for the meeting to close, but noticed all eyes turn to him. He shouldn’t be here, he knew that. But the urgency of what he had just experienced took over any sense of propriety that may exist in this space.

“Master Kenobi. Urgent news you have?” Master Yoda said, as he walked around the holotable, leaning on his stick for support.

“I apologize for the interruption, but I indeed do have some pressing news.”

“Please speak, Obi Wan.” Mace Windu said, his eyebrows knitted together with concern.

“I was recently made aware of a theory from members of Clone Force 99 that the clone army may have been implanted with chips that were meant to control behavior. The Kaminoan’s mentioned clone obedience when I first visited Kamino on my research mission, but never did I believe something so…”

“Obi Wan, calm yourself you must.” Yoda said, his green wrinkled face creased with concern.

Obi Wan closed his eyes and took a breath. He saw the flash of anger in Cody’s face, the blaster bolt sailing above his head, his snarling lips.

“We have discovered a hidden file listing a number of commands that theoretically could engage the clones in actions they are not fully aware of.”

“Where did this data come from?” Mace Windu asked.

“An encrypted Kaminoan database.”

Masters Windu and Yoda shared a grave look as they turned back to Obi Wan.

“And what was this squad doing hacking into the data of our allies?”

“A good question for another day, Master. The point remains that we do not know what these commands do or were intended for…bar one which was unfortunately enacted by mistake.”

“Mistake?” Yoda asked alarmed.

“Yes,” Obi Wan cast his eyes around the room. “One of the orders initiated a reaction in two of the clones, Cody and Crosshair.”

Obi Wan felt Mace’s eyes severe gaze fall on him and wanted to shrink away from it. He had just pledged his undying love to Cody to the Jedi Master. Offered to give up his place in the order for him.

“What was the result of this ‘activation?’” Windu asked, seemingly already knowing the answer.

“They…the order directs the clones to attack and kill the Jedi.” Obi Wan said to gasps around the room. “On the initial report, the name Sidious is listed. This was likely the Sith lord’s plan all along.”

“Build an army for us our enemy did. Known this we have.” Yoga mused.

“Obi Wan,” Mace said softly, crossing to him to close the conversation off to the rest of the room. “What was the result of the order?”

“Crosshair and Cody, both attacked me. We were able to subdue them. But short of removing their chips, I am not sure how to return them to themselves.”

“Reach out to the Kaminoans, we must.” Yoda said forcefully.

“No Master, we can’t. Some, if not all, were complicit in Sidious’ plan. We need evidence for their arrest, and it currently resides in Cody’s head.”

Obi Wan felt like he might crumble under their gaze. All of the happiness he had felt over the last few weeks had disappeared, along with the man he loved, seemingly trapped in his own mind.

“I must go and check on him…them.” Obi Wan said with a bow. “I will bring you news when I have it.”

“The council will convene shortly to discuss. We will let you know if any additional steps will be taken.”

Obi Wan bowed again and left and quickly as his feet could carry him.

“Obi Wan?” Mace’s voice called out from the top of the stairs. He reluctantly turned back.

“Yes, Master.” He said, a frantic energy running through him making his fingers itch.

“I sense great distress in you, Obi Wan.”

“To be expected, I’m sure, given the circumstances.” Obi Wan said, in what he hoped was a reassuring chuckle. The thin line of Windu’s lips indicated otherwise.

“I recall a situation a few years ago with a rogue clone and the death of one of our own.”

“Yes, sir. Tup. I do not know the ins and outs of it. Anakin became reluctant to speak of it.”

“Perhaps you should find out. I am aware Captain Rex filed a report regarding the death of ARC-5555, and Skywalker was with him during the incident. Knowing what we know now, perhaps revisiting it may give you some additional insight into how to help your…friend.”

Obi Wan tried not to bristle as the word, friend, and nodded gratefully.

“I will do just that. Thank you.” He said.

As soon as he was sure Windu’s eyes were off him, he broke into a run, slamming his hand into the button on the lift and pacing as he waited for it to take him to the top of the temple.

[msshezza]

Flowers (Clone Wars fic)

Title: Flowers

Summary: You get the idea to plant a garden for the clones after seeing Cody and Rex.

Rating: All Audiences

Characters: Cody, Rex, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Original Jedi characters

Tags: YOU (2nd person POV), friendship, set during clone wars era, fluff and a bit of humor.

This was inspired by the Seasons prompts put together for the @cloneficgiftexchange but is not a clone x reader fic. It was just a bit of fluffiness I decided to write around clones deserving something good like a garden to walk through

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Outsiders, in general, weren’t allowed inside the Jedi Temple. 

Not without special permission from the High Council. 

The Jedi Temple was, after all, where initiates were brought in order to learn the ways of the Force. 

You, yourself, came here when you were an infant and raised in the nursery until you were old enough to transition to one of the youngling clans. 

Where you’d remain until chosen by a Knight or Master as their padawan.  

Today, though, marked one of those rare occurrences where the doors were opened and outsiders allowed inside the Temple’s hallowed halls. 

Dignitaries floated in and out all morning. 

Most paid you no mind. 

A few, like the pretty Senator from Naboo, favored you with a kind smile. 

As did Senator Organa, another frequent visitor to the Temple.  

The two troopers who strode across the foyer most interested you, however. 

Clone Commanders often met with their Jedi Generals and Commanders outside the Temple.  

Few ever came inside. 

If they did enter the Temple, you and your fellow younglings were hurried back to your dormitory. 

Making this a truly wondrous moment for you.

You stopped to watch them despite knowing you could be chastised for doing so by a Knight or Master. You couldn’t help it. This was a rare opportunity to see them up close and personal. Especially since they carried their helmets under their arms so you could see their faces. 

Identical faces save for the unusually shaped scar cutting a path down the face of the darker haired clone. 

The blond hair and jaig eyes on the helmet of the second clone had excitement coursing through you.

Only one clone bore both: Captain Rex. 

Meaning the one with him was Commander Cody. 

Which made sense as Master Kenobi waited by the lifts. They stopped in front of him and snapped a salute.

“General,” they said in unison. 

“Cody, Rex.” Master Kenobi confirmed as he greeted them with a small smile. “Thank you for coming.” 

Awe crept over you. 

Unbecoming of a Jedi but you couldn’t help it. 

Master Kenobi and Skywalker spoke highly of the two. 

Applauded them for their daring and cunning. 

For their prowess in battle. 

They’re worthy of the praise given them in your opinion. 

You inched closer, wanting a better look, but they disappeared into the lift with Master Kenobi before you managed more than two steps. 

“Who were the men with Master Kenobi?” Your friend, and fellow crèche mate, Ashti questioned as she joined you. 

“Commander Cody and Captain Rex.” 

“Really?” Her eyes blinked wide. “That was them?” 

“Yep.” 

“Why do you think they are here?” 

“Probably meeting with the Council about what happened at the Senate Building yesterday.”

“I thought Master Skywalker thwarted the assassination attempt on Chancellor Palpatine?” 

“He did.” You and Ashti head for the Jedi Archives. Where you had been going when you caught sight of Cody and Rex. “Doesn’t mean another attempt won’t be made, though.” 

Especially two other attempts had already been made since the start of the war. You fall into silence as you enter the Archives. 

Not wanting to raise the ire of Master Nu. 

Who would report you to Master Vo Kai. 

An idea forms as you sit there scrolling through pages on Jedi history. 

Unlike Jedi, who called the Temple home while on Coruscant, clones lived in barracks. 

Drab, colorless, soulless buildings designed for function and practicality. 

As such they were utterly devoid of the things which made the Temple warm, inviting, and comforting. 

There were no statues or artwork on the walls depicting those clones who performed a heroic feat or partook in a battle worth immortalizing. 

No archives which told stories of their culture or preserved the memories of their dead. 

Barracks didn’t have meditation chambers for clones to sit in and reflect on events or mourn their lost members. 

They didn’t even possess a garden for the clones to walk through while on leave. 

Something you realized could be fixed.

All it would take was permission from Masters Yoda and Windu, help from the Agricultural Corp, and hands willing to plant the seeds. 

Master Kazzarin could help, you realized as you pushed back your chair. 

She could speak with Masters Yoda and Windu, get permission from them to build a garden for the clones who served the Republic so loyally. 

“Where are you going?” Ashti asked in a whisper. “Our assignments are due tomorrow!”

“I know but I need to speak with Master Kazzarin.” 

“Master Kazzarin?” One brow arched. “Why?” 

“Cause I want to build a garden for the clones.”

Surprise raced across Ashti’s face. “You want to build a garden for the clones?”

“Yep.”

“Why?” 

“Cause the barracks are void of anything that makes it a home.” 

“Why a garden, though?” 

“How do you feel when you walk through the gardens here?” 

Ashti’s brow creased. “At peace.” 

Something as Jedi they were supposed to strive for. 

There were no emotions, after all. 

Only peace. 

Which you remind Ashti of before exiting the archives. 

You decided to start your search with the Temple Garden. 

You had seen Master Kazzarin there a number of times. 

Often in the company of Master Kenobi. Who you also believed would support and endorse your cause to build a garden. 

You can’t believe your good fortune when you discover Commander Cody and Captain Rex at the entrance to the garden.

Both turn at your approach and offer a salute. 

Why, you don’t understand. 

You’re not a soldier, like them. 

You’re not even a padawan. 

Not yet, anyway. 

Younglings barely older than you have passed their Initiate Trials and been chosen as padawans. 

You, yourself, have passed two of those requisites. 

All you needed to do was construct a lightsaber to prove your readiness to ascend to the status of padawan. 

The first Gathering had been postponed because of the assassination attempt on the Chancellor. 

The next time Ilum would be in  position would be in seventeen days. 

Long as a Jedi escort was available, you anticipated journeying to the planet and facing your final trial. 

“Why do you salute me?” you questioned, curiously. “I’m not a padawan.” 

“It’s customary to salute.” Captain Rex lowered his arm to his side but remained straight as an arrow. “It signifies respect.” 

“I should salute you then.” 

“Jedi don’t salute clones,” came from Commander Cody. 

“We should, though,” Master Kazzarin said as she joined them in the entrance of the garden, hands folded demurely in front of her, and a gentle smile curving her lips. “Clones deserve far more respect than they are shown for the sacrifices they make.” 

“We’re but simple soldiers, General.” 

“No, Cody.” Master Kazzarin set a hand on the clone commander’s shoulder. “You’re good men.”

“That’s why I want to build a garden in the clone barracks.” Horror and humiliation crashed over you as the words burst from you. Inwardly, you groaned, and prayed the floor would open up and swallow you whole. “I apologize, Master, I didn’t mean…” 

“Relax, young one.” A hand settled now on your shoulder. “Your desire to build a garden in the clone barracks is a noble and generous offer. I, in fact, have debated doing such a thing, myself.” 

“You will help then?” You dart a hopeful look at her. “You will ask Masters Yoda and Windu for permission to build a garden?” 

“I will.”

Nothing, save for passing your Initiate Trials, and being chosen by a master, could’ve filled you with this much happiness. 

Unbecoming of a Jedi but, well, you weren’t one. 

Yet. 

[natalynsie]

The Noah Plan (Noco Oneshot)

“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but everything Duncan’s saying is true.”

Gwen dropped into her chair next to Cody in French. It was a typical Wednesday, and Cody and Gwen just came from their History class.

Gwen didn’t like Cody at first. At all. Cody knew that. But he persevered (he didn’t leave her alone) and eventually she grew to tolerate him. And then be kind-of friends with him. Now Cody got to listen to her complaints about… everyone.

“Courtney has a major stick up her butt.”

Yup, there it was.

“Why do you say that?” Cody asked.

“She’s just so controlling about, well, everything! I can’t stand being her history partner. It’s all ‘Gwen we have to do our project on Jacques Cartier’, ‘Gwen, you have to indent exactly 1.25 centimeters so we’re all on the same page’, ‘Gwen, you have terrible handwriting’. Ugh, everything is her way or the highway.”

Cody and Gwen had the same History class, but seats were assigned. Their teacher promised to change them every quarter, and thankfully, it was close to ending. Cody was a social guy, but Ezekiel was impossible to talk to. And impossible to work with. His denial of everything related to prejudice of the early settlers meant they couldn’t do reports on 75% of events. And also, he had an eye on a classmate of his that he was hoping to sit next to.

“Settle down students,” the teacher called to the students.

Gwen lowered her voice. “And the worst part? She complains about how stuck up Noah is.”

Cody perked up. “Yeah?”

“She apparently shares every club with him. Model UN, Debate, Student Government, National Honor Society. I think that’s too many clubs, but whatever. Anyways, she’s always saying that he’s prudish abt fucking like… I don’t know nerd stuff. And she celebrates whenever he skips out on Student Gov. for Book Club.”

“What day is Book Club?”

“Uh, Wednesdays, why?”

“Do you think they’ll let me join?”

“Why wouldn’t they?”

“I mean if they’re halfway through the book.”

“Right. Well, I’m in Book Club and we’re not. You’re welcome to join, but since when did you read?”

“I like reading,” Cody dragged his eyes from the board to Gwen. “Always have.”

“...Right. I just joined for something to put on my college applications.”

“So mind if I join?”

“I guess not.”

“Sweet!” Cody exclaimed, a little loudly.

The teacher whipped her head around to face Cody, with a stern frown on her face.

Cody grinned sheepishly. “Désolé.”

That afternoon, Cody entered an English classroom where the Book Club met. There were probably 7 people in the room, not including the teacher. Cody took his seat next to Gwen. No sign of Noah.

After he sat down, the club began to discuss the first chapter of the book they started reading. The teacher had given Cody a copy to catch him up to speed, and Cody read the first three pages before he got bored. How did people read this boring junk for fun? Once he hit the fourth page, he blankly stared at the words and counted down the minutes until he would leave. He probably wouldn’t come back. Noah didn’t even show up.

Cody took a glance at the clock- 3:29.

Then the door creaked open.

Cody turned his gaze towards the door to see Noah slipping in. He sat himself in an empty chair next to some Grade 9 kid that Cody didn’t know.

Noah didn’t say much for the last 30 minutes. But at least he was there! Next week, Cody was going to talk with him.

But that did mean he had to read the book.

~~~

Noah wasn’t there next week.

Cody had read up to chapter seven, just for Noah to not show up. He felt annoyed, betrayed even. By a boy he didn’t even know.

He had spent his entire week thinking about what he would say and his strategies on how he would talk to Noah specifically. Well he didn’t actually know much about Noah. He knew that he was friends with Owen, and that he liked books, and that he was sarcastic. Cody had been working on his humor. It was going… well, maybe it’s good that Noah didn’t show up.

Cody walked out to meet Tyler, his ride to the mall. He pulled out his phone- as expected, no texts or calls.

“Hey, Cody!”

Cody looked up to see Owen running straight at him.

“Oh, hey Owen!” Cody waved as Owen approached. “It’s been too long man.”

Owen gave Cody a fist bump. “Yeah! We should totally hang out sometime. I don’t think we’ve properly hung out since summer.”

“Sure! I’m free-”

“Move it along, Lunchbox.”

Cody shot his head up. Owen was the one, the only, Noah.

“Noah! What do you think about Cody taking a ride with us?”

Noah cupped a hand around his ear. “Huh?”

“Would you mind-”

“I actually already have a ride,” Cody told Owen. But really, he wished he didn’t. “And I’m going to the mall, I have work today.”

“Oh, Noah too! He works at that bookstore on the third floor on weekdays, except for Thursday. I was going to drop him off and then go home. You can tell whoever’s driving you that you don’t need a ride.”

“I’m going with Tyler and he’s going to the same place, so I can’t tell him no now. I’ll see you later Owen.”

“Totally! Text me when you get off work, we can make plans.”

“Sounds good. See you man!”

Owen waved Cody as he walked over to Noah and away.

He works at that bookstore on the third floor on weekdays, except for Thursday.

New plan.

~~~

Cody decided he would stay at Book Club one more time before quitting for good. He couldn’t keep up with the reading anymore. And Noah wasn’t even there most of the time. He thinks.

And maybe Noah would show up if he stayed one more time.

Lucky for Cody, he was right.

This time, Cody made sure to make a few comments on the book. He got too nervous to make any jokes, but Noah nodded in agreement to one of his opinions.

That counted as a win.

That Friday, Cody was ready. He knew Noah had work that afternoon. He was going to go straight up to him and start a conversation. About books. Because Noah liked books.

In History, Cody gazed from his seat in the middle to Noah in the front. He had nice hair. It looked soft and sleek. He took really good care of it. In STEM, he took occasional glances backwards to see Noah staring boredly at the screen, eyes blinking slowly. And in English (where he sat next to Noah) he actually got to talk to him! It was rare that anyone was allowed to say a word in English, but peer review came in handy. He got to comment on Noah’s work, but it was kind of hard to find anything to comment on. It was too good.

Noah handed Cody his essay, margins filled with edits and suggestions. “Cool topic. But you have syntax issues.”

Cody’s eyes glanced over Noah’s edits and chuckled. But he did make the essay more readable.

Oh, to be an English person.

Before he knew it, school was over, and Cody was yet again bumming a ride with Tyler to the mall. He took a quick trip to visit Trent at his job at the record store, and after a while left to the bookstore.

He first stepped in, and scanned the cash register. Noah was behind the counter. He quickly averted his vision and decided to browse the selection.

First of all, he decided that he needed a nice book. One that would impress Noah. But one that he would still enjoy.

Then he was reminded that he didn’t like to read.

He moved from the Thriller section to the Non-Fiction section, and picked up a book on the history of Physics. He wanted to get a headstart since he planned on taking Physics for his last year. Plus, it would make him seem smart. He really needed that after what happened in English.

He went to the counter and placed the book down. Noah scanned it.

“Oh, hey Noah!” Cody said, acting like he hadn’t seen him earlier. “I didn’t know you worked here.”

Noah glanced up. “Yeah, hey. That’ll be $20.99.”

“Do you take Physics this year?”

“Uh, yeah.”

“Cool, cool, I take Chemistry. I’m just trying to get a headstart for next year.”

“Good for you.”

Cody chuckled awkwardly. “Okay, I guess I’ll see you later Noah.”

“See you…” Noah snapped his finger in silence for a moment, “dude.”

Cody waved and left.

Well that was awkward.

It now hit Cody- Noah didn’t even know his name.

However, Cody was dedicated. Maybe going straight up to Noah wasn’t his greatest plan. He was going to find another way, and it was going to be through Owen.

[somethingwird]

IZZY DEATH LORE WITH ART!

(If you see this without context go to my page and just look for a goofy Izzy drawing and some writing, read the writing and that’s ur context)

Izzy wanted to go to he forest, she kept asking everyone. She was rejected and rejected over and over again. Then Eva told her she’ll meet her in the forest soon. Eva knew Izzy was tough she knew that Izzy could beat the killer up. So for now she just needed to calm Cody and Duncan down, they kept fighting because of Cody’s anger at Duncan over Noah’s death.

Izzy walked into the forest, she loved the smell of nature. Izzy walked to her spot and started climbing, she felt free from this horrible existence. It was her escape. Other than the one girl that could handle her on the island. Izzy was swinging on a vine, she heard footsteps. Izzy thought Eva must’ve came and yelled.

“EVA! COME ON LOOK AT ME!”

She didn’t even bother to see who came, she just started swinging. She heard a deep voice mumble something, so she decided to finally see who came. It wasn’t Eva. It was the killer. Izzy was surprised, not scared just surprised. She didn’t have enough time to react before an arrow came and hit her eye. She let go of the vine and fell onto a branch than the ground causing her to scrape her elbow. She fell to the ground and held her eye. She couldn’t get up in time before the killer choked her, not to death but enough to weaken the agile girl.

Izzy just needed to catch her breathe! That’s it! Just a minute!

The killer looked at Izzy as he grabbed a snake and cut it in half, then grabbed Izzy’s arm and did the same. Izzy was surprised. She screamed as he cut her arm off. A second time she was deceived. What a shame. The killer slowly sewed the snake to Izzy’s arm, leading Izzy to have a snake for a arm now. She couldn’t control her own arm. It was agonizing, the pain she felt as the snake was being attached to her. Oh but the killer wasn’t done with poor izzy, he knew the girl was loud so he decided to shut her up for good. He sewed half of the girls mouth shut, keeping the other side open so izzy will forever be in pain everytime she try’s to show emotion.

The killer left her there, but oh his plan wasn’t finished. Snakes came from all corners and attacked izzy, they thought that izzy hurt their friend. She looked horrified, but she knew that accepting death was her only option. Her face was numb, she can’t use one of her arms and she can’t even get up. She knew that this wasn’t her fairy tale, it was her horror story.

Eva quickly paced through the woods, she knew where Izzy’s spot was like it was her own home. She’s been there a lot with Izzy, Izzy almost started calling it their spot. Eva reached the spot and looked up, she wasn’t there. Surprising, Eva Glace down to see Izzy, or whatever monster was created with body. She looked down at the girl, her beautiful face ruined with stitches and her arm replaced with a snake. Eva ran to Izzy and started getting the snakes away from her, one by one Eva threw them off of Izzy. She soon finished and jumped to Izzy, her body was covered in snake bites. Eva started yelling for help as she started tearing up.

“No no no! Come on Izzy stay with me. Their coming ok? We said we’d get out together! Come on we can do this!” Eva yelled as she started crying, it hurt her to see her lover like this. It hurt her deeply.

Izzy used whatever strength she had left to lift her hand up to Eva’s face, she smiled at the girl. Izzy looked calm, relaxed.

“We both know I’m not gonna make it. If I do die, put me In our spot.” Izzy smiles at Eva, she knew she was ready to go either, she was young she had years ahead of her but now it’s all gone.

Eva nodded, she couldn’t admit that Izzy was dying. She didn’t wanna believe it.

“But Christmas! We promised-“

“I’ll be with you there, take my bracelet, that way all always be with you. I love you Eva.”

Eva started sobbing as Izzy slowly closed her eyes, her breathing stopped. Eva was just sobbing she had no words. She always wondered why Cody was so mad at Duncan over Noah’s death, she knew that Cody liked him but she didn’t know that you would care that much. But now she does. She now understands Cody’s pain. No wonder he wanted Duncan dead.

Cody heard screaming so he ran into the forest, he looked to see Eva sobbing over Izzy’s body, he could believe that izzy, the girl who had more skill then any of the campers combined died. He walked up to Eva and just hugged her, he didn’t know what else to do. Eva just sat there staring at Izzy’s body.

“Hey did she have any requests? Or like a note? I remember Noah had one so maybe she does.” Cody spoke, he still flinches saying Noah’s name.

“Yeah uh can you help me put her up there?” Eva pointed at a place in the tree.

“Sure, I’ll get her legs and you get her head”

Eva and Cody grabbed the lifeless girl and placed her up in the tree, forever in her favourite spot.

Eva and Cody walked back to camp, Eva just went straight to her bunk leaving Cody to explain and tell them about Izzy.

Now, if you come into her territory she’ll present you with a deal, your right ear for your life. If you give her your ear she’ll let you go, only with a snake bite which is a painless death. If you don’t. The snakes will get you. They’ll kill you with brutal force, then Izzy will hang you up as her new ornament. It’s her vengeance, her dreams were crushed by a killer, so she’ll crush others dreams too, whether Christmas with your lover or becoming famous. She’ll hang you up waiting for Eva to return so they can have their Christmas together.

Ty for reading!

[gdbatbitch]

Surgery happened on Tuesday! So my thyroid is now gone, along with some suspicious looking lymph nodes. The surgeon, Dr Lawrence Shirley at Baptist Health, was wonderful and has genuine concern for my progress. He told me that what was removed will be examined/tested by a pathologist to see if there may be any other issues, but hopefully this will be all I need to start healing. Hopefully. I'm not saying anything for certain.

The surgery itself was pretty easy on me. The only other time I've had major surgery like this was almost 24 years ago, when my twin daughters were born. That was a much different experience, but I have strong memories of the hospital staff at University of Kentucky hospital, and most of those memories are not positive. I'll just leave it at that. Baptist has been great so far. Everyone I've interacted with has been kind and made me feel like I was being genuinely cared for. Especially the nurse I was assigned Wednesday morning, Cody. He and I had a few conversations about the economy and comic books and movies, and that really helped me stay positive even though I was in pain.

I am still in a lot of pain. Swallowing hurts, as well as turning my head, leaning, bending over, or sitting up in bed. I tried a couple of times this morning before just rolling myself over to the side so I had more leverage to stand. I also apparently talked way too much yesterday because by the end of the day, my voice was all hoarse and that was causing pain as well. So I think today is going to be a quieter day.

I'm also going to be able to take off the bandage on my incision today and see how that goes. I'm kind of dreading that, even though I am curious to see what it looks like. I'm not afraid of having a scar, I have several as it is. It's just I have this weird fear of the incision opening up on its own. That comes from when I was recovering from the C-section and a staple that was holding the incision closed popped. It didn't really cause any problems, but I had nightmares that my guts could just fall out at any moment. Logically I know that's not going to happen, but the gremlins that control my anxiety levels are having a blast making me paranoid.

At this point, I'm at just around a third of the way toward my goal. I've already had to use what I've raised so far to keep the bills paid and pay for part of the surgery. The hospital has put me on an installment plan that will have me paying about $300 a month for 18 months. That is so far outside my budget, so I'm going to be pushing this fundraiser more, and I'd really love it if those of you that have already donated to share this page and encourage your friends to do the same. The more eyes we get on this, the better.

Right now my bank account is looking sad and since I'm missing time from work, my next paycheck is going to be just a little over half of what I usually bring home. It's only the 19th now, but I'm already nervous about being able to make November's rent. And I know things are tight for everyone, so even the smallest donations can make a big difference to me. A $5 donation is just as good as a $500 donation, and I'm grateful for all of them.

I'm grateful for all of you, for all you've done for me, whether it's a donation or words of support or a phone call, all of it. I usually feel like I'm taking on the world all by my lonesome, but I do feel very much supported and cared for thanks to all of you.

Please enjoy my post-op selfie and the grippy socks I absolutely took home with me. I'm wearing them now and I love them. I'm going to be doing nothing but resting today, since I overdid a little yesterday. Later taters.

[fionajames]

Hi Jamie! good evening ( for me in the Midwest )! Hope you had a great day! Requesting time since I like to make writers happy. May i pleeeeeeeease get prompt #5 “I’m not gonna stop poking you until you give me some attention” with Rex and Cody or Ahsoka and Anakin with like, angst? I love the emotions swirling and drama, you know?I feel like it’s such a sibling thing to do.

Sincerely, your loyal follower, Sha 🫡

the victim with blood on his hands

HELLO SHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THANK YOU SO SO SO SO SO MUCH FOR THE REQUEST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

guys srsly i kid you not i have a list of request prompts pinned on my page or you dont even have to use those but pls request!!!!!!

HAVE SOME ANGST

I listened to 'Washing Machine Heart' by Mitski whilst writing this and I highly reccomend listening to it too. The last part of the song and one shot work so well together.

Rex closed his eyes as he tried to drown out the constant sound of screams echoing in his head. It was too quiet in the barracks and the silence was eating at him, pushing him back into the moment of the recent battle. 

He could see the green and blue flashes ingrained in his mind more than anything, the massacre that followed after their activation. The bodies that would drop because of them, the hearts that would stop because of them, the deaths that would be caused because of them. The deaths of his brothers too late to save, too late to save because he was wrong.

The door to the barracks wooshed open but Rex didn’t move, didn’t sit up. He was too engulfed in his memories to be bothered to, and too engulfed in his task of pushing back his tears. “Rex?” A voice called and the boy shrank back into the rock-hard mattress, praying it would swallow him whole and take him down into a dark abyss. “Vod?”

“Go away!” He choked out, pulling his knees to his chest and pulling the thin black sheet up to cover his face, a singular tear falling from the hazel abyss. Once one tear had fallen, it was hard to stop the oncoming downpour, but Rex was using all of his strength to push against it

“No, I’m here to help,” Cody replied, sitting down at the end of Rex’s bunk. Usually, Rex would’ve appreciated the comfort, but now, he just wanted to be alone. 

“Go away!” Rex shouted back, turning over and burying his face in the mattress. Cody didn’t move, but he didn’t speak either. 

He waited.

Cody reached out one finger and gently poked Rex’s side, rolling his eyes when his brother didn’t even flinch. He prodded him again, and again, and again. “I’m not gonna stop poking you until you give me some attention, Rex,” Cody told him and Rex sniffled, turning over to let his brother see his tear-stained face. “Oh, vod, it’s okay.” He whispered softly, brushing away the tears. 

“No it’s not,” Rex croaked out, his voice harsh with tears as he stared at his brother through his blurry vision. “So many brothers died, because of me.”

“No,” Cody spat harshly and Rex recoiled at the change of tone. The Commander sighed and resumed massaging his brother’s scalp. “It was the General’s fault, not yours. He killed them, not you.” Rex shook his head.

“I don’t believe that.”

“And why not?”

“If I didn’t kill them, then why is their blood on my hands?” The blonde whispered. “Why are the deaths so ingrained in my memory with the feeling of guilt?”

“Because you were a witness, Rex, a victim.”

Rex stared at the ceiling with glossy eyes. “Is that why I wish it had been me?” 

Cody barely heard what he said, and blinked furiously several times to try and comprehend the sentence. “You what?”

“I wish it had been me, Cody.” Rex admitted softly, not meeting his brother’s eyes as his voice fell into one note, completely monotone. “I wish it had been me on the floor, dead.”

Cody felt a drop of water slip over his bottom eyelid and down his cheek, rolling down his neck and sinking into the fabric of his blacks. “Please don’t say that.” He begged, voice shattered.

“Why not?”

“Because you're my brother, Rex!” Cody cried out as tears began falling rapidly from his eyes, creating rivers down his cheeks and leaving red marks behind. “Imagine how I would feel if you were dead!”

Rex could imagine it, and he immediately felt horrible. He sat up and raised his gaze to meet Cody’s - his heartbroken gaze. “I’m sorry.”

“Rex’ika,” Cody whispered, reaching out and wrapping an arm around his brother. “Just because you're the man with their blood on your hands does not mean you murdered them, it just means you were a victim too.”

hope you enjoyed!!!!

REQUEST THINGS PEOPLE!!!!!!!!!!!!

[prairiesongserial]

20.24

Passengers streamed into the lounge, all talking loudly over one another. The layers of voices eventually accumulated a main idea: Ghislaine Labelle had been found dead–and one of the valets had been detained as the likely culprit.

Cody’s hunch had been right, then. Val was curious to know how he’d predicted Ghislaine would be the next to die.

Val closed his book. He’d finished the one about the stolen pearls, and this new one was about a wealthy hobbyist detective. It was Old World, and Val could only read five or so pages at a time before his concentration broke. The print was difficult to parse and the minutiae of Lord So-and-so’s life incomprehensible. There had been a war, and the author seemed to think it should be obvious which one–as if there were only one. It was like having an earnest conversation with someone who didn’t realize their French was unintelligible to your Louisiana Creole. That was happening a lot recently.

Val drummed his fingers against the cover of his book. The lounge had filled so that everyone stood nearly shoulder to shoulder, but the mood was less panicked than it had been last night. Wine flowed from the bar. Laughter interrupted the excited chatter.

A few minutes later, Sacha arrived. He worked through the room, friendly and casual, as he attempted several times to call the lounge to order–though Sacha was just as liable to be distracted into a side conversation as the rest of the passengers. 

Val considered re-opening his book. He could probably reach the end of the chapter in the time it took for the room to settle. Reading mysteries with a murderer loose on the ship had significantly dampened Val’s ability to react appropriately to the situation, but Val also didn’t care. People died all the time, and the deaths of a handful of socialites didn’t particularly matter. Friday would put everything together sooner or later. The mystery would resolve. The book would end. On to the next one.

Sacha clapped his hands and once again directed the crowd to circle around. Val felt a pang of annoyance. He decided to skip this part. Val cut a winding path through the room, trying not to look like he was bolting for the door. He glanced over his shoulder before he left–but he didn’t catch any curious eyes on him.

Val turned back again to cross the threshold into the hall. He jumped–Friday had stopped short in the doorway to avoid running into him. Her hair was pinned up and she wore another flowy dress. This one was constructed out of folds of red gauze draped and sewn into place. It matched her lipstick.

“Val, perfect, I need you.”

Friday’s hand closed around his wrist and goosebumps bloomed from the spot, traveling up his arm. He instinctively pulled away.

“It’s important,” she insisted. Val dimly realized that she didn’t look good. She was breathing a little quickly, and her eyes were a little too wide.

“Are you okay?” he asked, stepping further into the hallway.

She shook her head and motioned him to follow her. She started down the hall before Val could press for detail. She didn’t look injured, but Val’s imagination was active lately. She led the way toward the passenger cabins, and Val tried to blink away flashes of blood–every shift of the layered gauze turned into a dark red gash.

Friday locked the both of them in their shared cabin and finally seemed to relax.

“I need you to help me figure out some French I overheard this morning.”

Val sat on the edge of the bed while Friday paced in front of him. He kept seeing phantom injuries with every shift of fabric, and he felt vaguely sick.

“I don’t know French,” he said.

“Sure you do, you’re from New Orleans.” Friday stopped in front of him, her hands on her hips. “Never mind; it’s probably pointless. I don’t remember any of it.”

“Will you change?”

“What?”

“Your clothes are distracting.” Val winced as he said it.

“Now is not the time to be a priest.” Friday paused, staring him down. “This isn’t cut that low. And you’ve seen me in my burlesque costumes before–you’ve never had a problem averting your eyes. What’s the verse for that? There’s a verse about averting your eyes if you’re having a personal problem and not asking your female friends to change.”

“Would you accept that I’m not up to my usual standard of behavior?” Val said sharply.

“For fuck’s sake, fine,” Friday said. She started to strip, and Val looked away, aggravated that he didn’t have the fortitude at present to honor an old covenant with his eyes.

“Are you okay?” he asked again.

“If you mean, have I been murdered, no, I haven’t. I’m fine. I just have about a million things to tell you, and instead I’m doing this.” Friday spoke over the slide of hangers in her wardrobe as she chose something new to wear. “What will you find least distracting? This one okay?”

Val didn’t look–she was still in her underwear.

“I’m not changing again,” she said, shaking the hanger. “I would never do this for any other man–and I’m very fucking mad at you.”

Val glanced over. It was white with navy blue piping. Clean lines.

“That one’s fine,” he said, turning his whole body to face the opposite wall. He’d intended to give his neck a break, but found himself confronted by the vanity mirror. It pictured Friday’s back as she stepped into her skirt.

Val raised his hand physically in front of his face and rolled his eyes at God.

“Well, it doesn’t match my make-up,” Friday grouched. She signaled she had finished dressing by the sound of her landing heavily in the armchair. Val turned back around to face her.

“You had a million things to tell me?” he asked.

“Starting with…well, no. I’d better do it backwards,” she said. “Ghislaine is dead. Cody found the body, only he didn’t have any reason to be in her room, so now everyone thinks he killed her. And the rest of them, naturally.” She held up a finger to stop Val from interrupting. “John and Cody are locked in John’s cabin while we sort it out. John pitched a fit–you actually wouldn’t believe it. I don’t know what story he’s been giving people, but he came across like a Hemisphere gangster who retired young to class it up as a millionaire. You know, refined, but dangerous when he wants to be.”

“Friday.”

“I’m getting there,” she said. “Anyway, those two are safe for now. But Cody told me why he was in Ghislaine’s room. He’s been working to solve the murders on his own–I guess he had to, it’s not like he could come up to me for a chat while he’s pretending to be a valet. But anyway–he figured out that the valets are going missing too–probably murdered. So double the murders.”

Val had been following her up until then.

“Why kill the valets?” he said when Friday paused for breath. “Which valets?”

“Okay–it’s the valets employed by the murdered passengers. So If we look at all the disappearances in order, we have Ms. Ecuyer first, then Clovis’s valet, then Clovis, then the Dumonts’s valet–I forget her name–then the Dumonts–and Cody noticed that Živković went missing last night–that’s Ghislaine’s valet–and so that’s why Cody went to check on Ghislaine.” Again, Friday paused to catch her breath, but she once again held up a finger to cut off any interruptions. 

Val more or less followed what she was saying. The valets were being killed before their employers, which Cody had figured out. Živković’s absence had clued Cody in that Ghislaine would be next.

“Now, something else Cody told me–there’s this valet who doesn’t go to anybody,” Friday continued. “Apparently they’ve been telling people their employer is holed up in her cabin sick, but Cody went to check it out, and there’s nobody staying in that cabin. So they’re probably the one who’s going around killing people.

“But–” Friday waved the accusation of murder she’d just made away, as if it were besides the point. “back to Ghislaine. I had talked to her this morning–sort of. She only spoke French. She was upset about her missing valet and came storming in on me and d’Orléans–with Sacha chasing after her, trying to calm her down–”

“You and d’Orléans?” Val asked, suddenly.

Friday cut herself off. A guilty look crossed her face.

“I was interviewing them–establishing an alibi for the morning the Dumonts were murdered.”

Val blinked down an uncomfortable image. It helped that Friday was wearing white–his eyes couldn’t play tricks on him.

“You–don’t talk to d’Orléans alone. Or Casimir.”

Friday crinkled her nose. “Well–they couldn’t have killed the Dumonts. The timing doesn’t work out. But–you’re right–they’re slimy.”

Val didn’t really remember the second night on the ship. He’d been as drunk as he could get without getting sick. He remembered being uncomfortably close and warm–Val didn’t usually get close enough to people that the textures of their clothing made an impression, but he remembered rough brocade, then sharp pain. He remembered d’Orléans shrieking in laughter, then in offense.

He’d gone looking for Friday–and the next thing he had any clear memory of was sitting on a step-stool in a staff-only area, starting to sober up with Sacha Fortune pressing a rag against his neck. Sacha had looked annoyed, but he’d pitched his tone artificially, like the blood soaking Val’s shirt collar was the punchline of a joke.

“Those two play rough–it’s an acquired taste,” he’d said with a laugh. “Don’t worry, this is just a scratch. Let me see your wrist.”

Slimy. 

Friday huffed, bringing him back to the present.

“Anyway, Ghislaine said her piece–she listed off everyone that has been killed so far–and their valets.” Friday snapped her fingers a few times, getting excited. “That would explain the names I didn’t recognize. Clovis, Jean-Baptiste, the Dumonts, Elizabeth. So at that point she’d put together that if her own valet was missing, she must be next. Of course she was upset.”

“Jean-Baptiste?” Val asked.

“Yes, why?”

“That’s John the Baptist.”

“Well…that’s not right,” Friday said. “I might be remembering wrong. It was probably–”

“No, you’re not,” Val said. “Clovis Girard was beheaded, and so was John the Baptist.”

Friday stopped short–whatever she’d been about to say was forgotten.

“What was his card?” Val continued. “During the guessing game. The card on his forehead.”

“What?”

“I wrote the card ‘John the Baptist’ for the game. That was the one I put in the bowl.” Val said. “Was that Clovis Girard’s card?”

“That…I don’t remember,” Friday said, realization dawning on her. “Hold on.”

Friday jumped up from the bed, too excited to stay still. She paced the room as her mind jumped onto a new track.

“So Ghislaine hadn’t necessarily figured out that people’s valets were going missing–but she had figured out that the murders are being themed after the characters from the game. What were the Dumonts’s cards? Elizabeth something and…”

Val shook his head. He’d left immediately after guessing his own card.

“Shit, I don’t remember.” Friday chewed on her thumbnail as she paced. “I remember not knowing who either of their cards were–it was kind of boring at that point.” She sighed. “Alright. Aravind was shot through a pillow and Ernestine was in a full bath with her clothes on. She had this little stab wound, like a puncture in her neck. That was weird, because it wasn’t very noticeable, but it was definitely how she died. The bathwater was pink.” 

Val tried to listen, but he was distracted by his own heartbeat in his ears. He had the urge to lock himself in the bathroom and look under his bandage.

“Casimir is the killer,” he said. “With d’Orléans, probably.”

Friday frowned at him, stopping mid-sentence. “But they can’t have killed the Dumonts. The Dumonts were supposed to meet Conti for breakfast at nine–they would have been killed before then, and Casimir and d’Orléans had breakfast delivered to their cabin. The kitchen staff vouched that the two of them were in their cabin between seven-thirty and nine-thirty.”

That didn’t mean much to Val.

“Casimir did it,” he said firmly. He caught Friday’s eyes flick to his neck, then quickly away.

“Why are you so sure?” she asked.

Val couldn’t remember it now. He didn’t even remember what he’d done to Casimir’s eye in his hurry to get away that night. But he had looked under the bandages, and he’d decided never to find himself drunk or alone on this ship again.

“Never mind,” Friday said. “The party game being important answers a question about Ghislaine’s murder. She was almost definitely poisoned, but it didn’t kill her. The killer strangled her instead. I think that poison was probably the connection to her card. I wish I remembered who it was.” Friday sucked her teeth. “Ghislaine was one of the last to guess hers–before the Dumonts, though. I remember her being sort of agitated that it was taking so long. And when she finally got it, she was annoyed that it was somebody English.” She snapped her fingers. “Harriet. From a book.” 

“Harriet Vane?”

Friday furrowed her brow. “That was it. How do you know that?”

Val hadn’t expected to know, so it was a surprise when he did. He’d been reading nothing but mysteries for several days, and Harriet Vane had been a character in one of them. She’d been accused of poisoning someone in a different story that he hadn’t gotten to, but it had come up in the mystery he was reading now.

The coincidence abruptly lost its interest when he realized the more important revelation they’d been talking around.

“The order,” Val said.

Friday seemed to have realized it too. And since she’d actually been present for the end of the game, the look on her face told him he was right.

“Ghislaine guessed her card before the Dumonts, and the Dumonts before Clovis–he was the last,” she said slowly. “Oh my God. Val.”

She was pulling him up from the bed.

“We’re being killed in the order we lost the game.” Friday had him by the wrist–there was a little pain as she gripped the bandage hidden under his sleeve. “John was the last to guess before Ghislaine.”

Val allowed himself to be tugged toward the door.

It wasn’t a surprise that the party game was the key to the murders. It was d’Orléans’s game, after all. 

What bothered Val was that several of the other passengers had already known how to play.

20.23 || 20.25

[wmucody]

WE CAN'T BE FRIENDS, WE CAN'T BE LOVERS → CODY & FRANNIE PARA.

TITLE: We can't be friends, we can't be lovers. DATE: Monday 26th February. PEOPLE: Cody {@wmucody} & Frannie {@wmufranniefabray} SUMMARY: Frannie goes to call things off with Cody, and things turn sour.

Frannie

It was raining - typically - by the time Frannie arrived at Cody’s dorm. Brief flashes of a memory were attempting to underpin every single layer of self control that she had left - glimpses of Frannie delivering the Valentine’s present, the menu, to Cody’s door. Glimpses of her giddy smile and the feeling of nervous restlessness. It wasn’t even that long ago now. Still, Frannie was not the kind of girl to back down from a difficult conversation, and she wasn’t about to start now. Her knock on his door was sharp, firm and the sound against her ears almost made her wince. This was going to be uncomfortable - she had prepared herself already - but it was only now that she was here, still in her lab coat which was half covered by her jacket, that Frannie fully realised just what she was doing. “Hi.” She immediately spoke when the door flew open, attempting to offer an this-is-absolutely-fine kind of smile. “How’s it going?”

Cody

His pen tapped to the beat Trustfall by P!NK that was playing inside Cody's head. It wasn't his normal genre of music however with working in Scandals you get the same regulars requesting the same music, and Cody's mind was normally infiltrated with the repetitive songs, no matter how hard he would fight it off. His right leg bounced as a means of concentration, the synthetic material causing a sound of friction against his small desk leg. He had been sitting staring at his laptop screen for the past 90 minutes. A total word count of 2. His name. He was tasked by his professor to write a 15-page study on how environmental influences play a major part in developmental issues within young adults. Within the report he had to write about influences such as religion, family, and primary socialisation. His beaten notebook filled page to page with extensive research and notes he had collated, sometimes using people close to him to help gain a better understanding to human development. 

The sharp knock at the door took Cody by surprise. His startle response was easily activated so his head turned within a millisecond with caution. He wasn't expecting anyone to come round. Maybe it was one of Frida's or Ryder's friends looking for them. He dropped his pen and walked to the door curiously. Opening the door, and seeing Frannie standing there unexpectedly, his eyebrows raised in surprise as a small smile took to his face. 

"Frannie, hi," Cody greeted her. "Everything alright?"

Frannie

Upon seeing Cody's smile, Frannie tried to swallow the second - or third or forth or fifth - wave of guilt that washed throughout her body. There was always the possibility that this conversation potentially could go well, but Frannie wasn't naive. She was dreading it. Every muscle of her body wanted to make a quick, brief excuse. Lie and leave. Run away. Yet her feet firmly remained planted - or frozen - in place. Honesty was the only way of resolving this situation, this square, without anyone getting properly hurt. Ignoring Cody's question, her eyes darted behind his body, trying to discern whether Cody was alone or not. "Are you busy?" She resulted in asking, turning her attention and gaze back to the man in front of her. "I was wondering whether we could talk?"

Cody

Cody picked up that there was something not right with Frannie. Her body language was different this time around. His guess was that it was a result of the Muckracker column that had came out. He forced a laugh every time someone asked about it, shaking it off like he didn't care, but to be talked about in a university-wide column with his kinda-ex, his good friend, and a potential love interest? It did throw a spanner in the works for him. He didn't know exactly how he felt about the column and he wasn't rushing to find out. Instead his attention was directed to everything else that could distract him. 

"Yeah, come in," he replied, stepping to the side to allow Frannie enter the room. Running his fingers through his hair nervously, a mixed feeling of anxiety and curiosity flooded his gut. "What's got you all.. weird?"

Frannie

Even stepping past Cody, their bodies momentarily brushing past one another, Frannie couldn't help the sharp inhale of breath that left her lips. She was on edge. Part of her wanted to soak and relish in the brief glimmer of moments of Cody and Frannie being together like they were right now before she broke it. It was tempting to pretend that nothing outside of this room was happening, that everything between the two of them was remaining as rosy and red at the weekend had been. Colours had always been Cody's thing, something he had encouraged Frannie to consider more in depth. If the weekend had been a rosy red, then today was a darker blue. A navy. Maybe recency bias of the current pouring rain hammering in the background had influenced her colour choice, or maybe the shade reflected the melacholic feeling humming in her gut. 

This was the first time she had ever been inside Cody's dorm, but she didn't allow herself a second of looking around. No. Focus. Each thought that flashed through her mind felt drastic, cruel; so instead of listening to those thoughts, Frannie spun round to face Cody and opted for brutal honesty. It was the only way she knew how to best address this. "I'm fine." She replied shortly, rushed, the last thing she wanted  to focus on right now was her and her feelings. "How are you?"

Cody

Cody closed the door as he nibbled on his bottom lip. He had learned to determine the mood of a conversation through tone of voice, shortness of sentences, the way someone breathed. His act of picking up on non-verbal communication was pristine which also was a massive indicator in how he knew that something about Frannie showing up at his door, unexpected, wasn't going to end well. "I'm also fine."

He corrected his body language from slumping to straightening up his back, his shoulders presented in a poised position. His lips pursed at the anticipation of what talk was about to take place. He had only just recovered from the weekend so to be faced with Frannie's demanour had knocked him into a state of clueless wondering.

Frannie

Trying to differentiate between herself and her parents was something Frannie had always tried to do - after all, this was how she was raised. How she knew how to exist. And yet, as she has grown older, Frannie had learned so much about how wrong some of the way she communicated was. She was still learning. "The Mukracker Column was right." She spoke openly, but a tentative softness to the tone of her voice because my God, was the guilt eating her alive. If the pale colour currently shading her cheeks was anything to go by, it was made even clearer by how she fiddled nervously with her hands.

"I'm unsure about how Mercedes, of all people, is involved but.. the part about Sam and I was true. I really like him. A lot. The kind of feelings that I really, really don't want to ignore, even if I've been trying hard to." It felt wrong to say. Like a guilty, sinful secret. Realistically, Frannie knew there was nothing she had done particularly wrong, perhaps except fail to tell Cody beforehand, but she couldn't hide how awful this felt to do. "What I'm trying to say is that I think it would be best if we stop - this. With us. I can't carry on getting to know you when I know that there's potential with someone else. It's not fair to you or to them or to anybody." Pausing, momentarily, Frannie chewed down on her lower lip. "I'm sorry."

Cody

"Mukracker, mm,” Cody repeated, a small laugh escaping his mouth. Of course. The nod of his head suggested that his part to play in the love square was also true. He noticed Frannie fiddling with her hands. His urge to close the gap between them fought strongly against his resilience. He wanted to make sure she was okay, that this was still a safe space regardless of the context of the conversation. No. His inner voice commanded. The coldness of the voice inside his head sent electrical shocks through his body. Cody immediately positioned his hand behind his back, his hands place strategically in a way to comfortably rotate his ring as a way of keeping his thoughts on track. 

“You don’t need to be sorry,” he replied, his teeth slightly gritted. His jaw tensed as he took a second to process what Frannie had just admitted. As Cody tried to make sense of the situation, his eyes narrowed as he kept eye contact. The reactiveness clashed with the voice of reason within his head, as if his patience was a strong standing cliff with the waves of defensiveness relentlessly trying to crack the foundations of his calm front. 

“I do have one question though”. Cody stepped towards Frannie, cocking his head to examine her body language. To try figure out what she was really thinking. “What is making you want to prioritise your potential with Sam over what we have? And I’m in no way slandering Sam, he’s one of my good friends here, and he’s definitely the safest option. But why?” He questioned. “Especially when we’ve just came back after spending the weekend at your house, of all places, with your family, of all people. What was it all for?”

Frannie

Several questions fought their way into her mind as she watched Cody nod in confirmation. Confirmation of what, he hadn’t clarified, but  Frannie was not in a position right now to be asking questions or throwing any kind of accusations. The change, the shift, the drastic difference now in the heavy atmosphere between them in comparison to the weekend was palpable and Frannie fought against the urge to look away. No. 

“I do need to be sorry.” Frannie replied quietly, watching carefully as Cody stepped closer to her, releasing another shaky breath. “You deserve so much more than being put in a situation like this.” His eyes were scanning her own and it felt as though she was being examined. The sheer intensity of the now closeness between the two of them, combined with his piercing gaze on her, sent a shiver down her spine. 

The question caught Frannie off-guard. It was honest. Painfully so. A kind of honesty that Frannie hadn’t been expecting. There had been a slight assumption on her part that Cody wouldn’t care. A silence fell between the two of them. “What makes you think that’s the safer option?” She finally asked, swallowing the lump that had started to form in her throat. A question for a question. There were so many thoughts racing through her head, many of which were being promptly ignored. “Ultimately, the feelings that I have for Sam are stronger. They’re different.” She replied, removing her gaze from Cody momentarily to anywhere else in the room, her eyes landing on his laptop, still alight, on his desk. “I-I’m not saying that the two of us couldn’t have had those kind of feelings eventually. I think we could have, perhaps, if the circumstances were different.” She admitted, moving her eyes back to Cody again. “But that’s not how this worked out. I can’t give myself fully to you when my heart is elsewhere.” The ever so familiar saying right person, wrong time echoed in her head and she squeezed her eyes shut, briefly, blocking it out.

Cody

Cody couldn’t help but scoff at Frannie’s response, at how he apparently deserved so much more. His want of being understanding about the situation was overpowered now as his annoyance began to creep in. She thought he deserved so much more but she was the one that put him in this position in the first place? He wasn’t getting the logic behind her words, and the wall he felt brick around his heart wouldn’t allow him to see it even if the logic was there. 

“Safer in the sense that you don’t think you can quite put your finger on me, and that scares you. Maybe Sam is the type of guy who you can understand easily, and the lack of risk with him makes it easier. Like a cop out,” Cody stated, his voice lower and calm. The reason behind his answer came from the few times that they had spent together, where Frannie had sparked questions about the depths of him. As Frannie looked away Cody maintained his eye contact, asserting some sort of dominance within the conversation. Keep neutral. His father’s voice echoed the walls of his head. Vulnerability was taught as a weakness growing up in his house. There was no room for emotion in his childhood, and if he even showed a slight reaction it was never greeted with sympathy but rather outrage. The trauma of this carried into his adulthood days, especially in moments of conflict. 

“I think if your heart was truly elsewhere, like you say it is, your breath wouldn’t be shaky. Shaky breath is normally triggered by stress, or anxiety, and if you are so, so sure of your choice wouldn’t you be more self-assured about it and act as such?” He knew his question was rather out there, a trick, if anything, to see if there was any possibility that Frannie was at all doubtful about cutting their connection off.

Frannie

Her head snapped back to face Cody in an instant, the minute the words a cop out fell from Cody’s lips into the room between them. The words hung in the air and replayed in Frannie’s mind, over and over. “Stop it.” She answered, sharply, her eyes now locked on his. This felt like an entirely different person and it had temporarily thrown her off. While Frannie had been fighting to show vulnerability, against everything she had been taught, Cody’s eyes were calm. Cool. Chilled. It didn’t make any sense, and yet, she recognised it in an instant. No emotions. This was how she had been raised. What her parents had drilled into her. And now, for perhaps the first time, she was seeing this kind of response given to her. She was on the receiving end of it, for once.

“I’m not a psychology experiment, Cody. You don’t need to start pyscho-analysing me.” Her words were now less gentle, less soft, and filled with an impatience that hadn’t been there previously. This was a side of herself that Frannie hadn’t welcomed willingly in a long time. Her voice was now remaining cool and chilled, echoing Cody’s own, while she tilted her head to the side, eyebrows raised. “A shaky breath can indicate many things, yes. Anxiety or stress, absolutely. But have you ever had to have this kind of conversation, before? Delivering news like this isn’t fun. Or easy. Regardless of how sure I am, I’m not enjoying this in the slightest.” 

It took everything in Frannie’s body and self control to hold back. To bring back a softer tone to her voice. To reach out and make this situation better. To even take back what she had said. And yet she couldn’t. Not now.

Cody

The tension between them drew out the unlikeable side of Cody. It had shaped people's perspectives of him, and it will probably be repeated, yet again, with Frannie. His inner child pleaded for him to show some sort of sympathy towards Frannie and the undeniably tough situation that she had dealt with rightfully. No matter how loud his inner child screamed, it was ignored. Like he had been screaming within the Amazon rainforest with no civilisation around for miles. Cody, as much as he denies it, was his father's son. The taught behaviours was the first thing on the list of what he disliked about himself, however it kept him safe even if the price he had to pay was being alone. 

"Well, spare yourself the hassle of this conversation and leave," Cody retorted. He turned away from Frannie, a small moment of weakness expressed on his face as he was out of her gaze. Gathering himself together, he perched himself down on his chair. His unorganised desk filled with notes upon notes of classwork reflected his current mindset. He felt rejected, pissed off, hurt, he wanted to turn around and kiss Frannie in one last act of surrender, to plead his case that he was the right one, not someone else. 

"Don't forget to shut the door," he commented harshly, biting down on his lip for his body to focus on the nipping pain rather than the emotions building up inside him.

Frannie

As soon as Cody’s back was turned, she swallowed, her gaze finally lowering to the ground in a somewhat defeat. Her eyes lingered on Cody for a few, brief seconds before she noticed her hands were shaking. Only slightly, but enough that she tucked them in her pockets. She didn’t have anything else to say - no more words. They had been swallowed and gulped down and unspoken. Perhaps later, in hours or days or weeks to come, Frannie would think of the words and regret not ushering a thousand apologies for this whole thing, but she couldn’t. Not now. Her pride was the only thing in this whole situation she seemingly had left.

Turning, momentarily, Frannie placed a small envelope on the side of a table, labelled with Cody’s name in her swirly handwriting and glitter gel pens. His comment caused Frannie to release an irritated eye roll. “I mean, I just came here to let you know. You don’t need to bite my head off or anything, jeez.” 

On her way out, Frannie turned one last time to say something before she noticed on Cody’s desk a small word, imprinted on one of the scattered pages around him. Her name. A frown crossed her features, confusion setting in almost instantly. “What is that?” She asked, a dangerously suspicious edge to her tone now.

Cody

Cody pretended to ignore the envelope that Frannie had sat down. Automatically thinking it was a  letter of apology, as he knew she was a fan of handwritten communication, he rolled his eyes. As if she had anything different to say that would make him feel any less amazing than he already did. His eyes fixated on a small mark on the wall. He couldn't quite tell what it was, a pen mark, a dirt mark from his skateboards, whatever it was it was doing a pretty good job at keeping Cody's gaze occupied rather than succumbing to the desire of looking at Frannie. The admiration was still there, firmly, he dreaded that it would stick around for sometime, especially now that things had ended between them. 

His eyebrows raised at Frannie's question, his eyes scouring the endless pieces of paper in front of him. Some pages ripped, some white, some a darker shade from sitting out so long. Then he seen it. His A4 sheet of notes that he had jotted down upon his return of spending the weekend with her parents. During his stay he had taken mental note of the behaviours presented in front of him, many mental notes. Fuck, he thought. Although he had noted down personal things about the Fabrays, he was never going to use them, it was just a visual aid into understanding development more, it gave him more exposure to real life scenarios, but the paper was supposed to be binned as soon as Cody figured out his train of thought. 

His breath hitched. A pause created more tension. It was the right thing to explain fully, to reassure Frannie that it was a simple way of understanding who she was as a person, and it was never going to be used for his personal gain. Cody, however, was never in the habit of doing the right thing. It'd be easier for Frannie to hate him. He couldn't pass her in the hallway, knowing that there was something lingering. "Tsk, I thought if I was going to understand fucked family behaviours and their impact on children then you were my perfect start".

Frannie

Oh, so they were playing that game, now? Every single muscle in her face was prepared and ready to flinch, to crumple, to fall at Cody’s comment. The stinging sensation almost vibrated across her entire body. And yet, she somehow, remained still, calm, thanking God that her shaking hands remained far away, out of view, inside of her pockets. 

The note. The promise. The reassurance that every piece of information she had confidentially shared would never be used. All of it had been thrown out of the window and what was left, scattered around this bedroom, was the silent, invisible remnants of any of her respect that had been left for Cody. 

If he was trying to hurt her, he could tick off mission achieved, but she would be damned if she was letting Cody ever see that. No, she instead stared at him, a small smirk beginning to form. “That’s cute.” She drawled, slowly, her eyes lowering the paper yet again. “If you’re looking for those kind of fucked behaviours, Cody, perhaps start looking more internally next time. I don’t think Sammy would appreciate you thinking of me like that anymore.” And with that comment, Frannie twisted her body, turning on her heel and walking out of the room. It was quick, not a hurry but a definite march - the only indication that she left behind of just how affected she was. As soon as her body was away. Far away. Tucked into a corner and hidden. She finally allowed the tears of regret and guilt to fall from her eyes.

[nolanhollogay]

❛  i hate you!  ❜ + rickycody!

enemies era <3

+

Cody disliked pretty much everything about being an intern - except the pay. The pay was worth the constant headaches and long hours and having to deal with stuck up rich people who pretended he didn't exist. He could deal with all of that, no sweat. There was just one little thing that made him question whether it was all worth it.

Scarlet looked up from her clipboard and sent him a disinterested glance. "Cody, you and Ricky will be with me today. Twins, you'll be with Teddy in the fabric room. Kylie and Angie, you'll be sorting through the catalogues. We all good with that?"

That thing wasn't really a thing, so much as a person. The coffee driven highlighter thief, and absolute menace, known as Ricky, was a perpetual rock in his shoe that he couldn't shake out no matter how hard he tried.

"No, not good," he said, earning an eye roll from Scarlet. "Can me and Kylie work together instead?"

She laughed. "It's cute that you think you have a choice. C'mon."

+

They ended up in the back of Scarlet's car as she drove them to wherever the fuck they were going. Cody didn't really listen to the little details.

She was in the driver seat, singing along to the radio softly under her breath and ignoring their existence.

Ricky was sitting to his right, engrossed in a book that he'd had in his stupid little messenger bag.

"Psst, Hernandez," Cody said. He was ignored, but he could see the way Ricky's focus broke. A win. "Psst."

"You sound like a tire with a hole in it," Ricky grumbled. He closed his book, dog earring the page like the monster that he was. The cover read Brokeback Mountain and something odd swirled in Cody's stomach. "What do you want, Price?"

"Where are we going?" he asked.

For a moment, Ricky stared at him, blank faced and obviously unimpressed. When he realized Cody was actually waiting for an answer, he scoffed. "You don't listen to anyone besides yourself, do you?"

"I'm listening to you not answering my question right now, aren't I?"

Ricky looked to the front of the car. "Miss Scarlet, can you please unlock the car door so I can throw myself out of it? I can't be stuck back here with him any longer."

Scarlet snorted but didn't respond.

"C'mon, just tell me," Cody groaned.

Ricky opened his book, apparently deciding the conversation was over. "Nope. You gotta wrack your pea sized brain to figure it out on your own, or wait til we get there."

Cody glared at the side of his head. "I hate you."

Ricky laughed, a mocking little sound. "The feeling is more than mutual." To add insult to injury, he pulled Cody's stolen highlighter out of his bag, using it to mark a line on his page.

"Stop flirting in my car," Scarlet said. "She's not built for homoeroticism."

[hellotemporaryuniverse]

Fic Writer 20 Questions

(Open) tagged by @kcrabb88 lol but I wanted to do it :)

How many works do you have on ao3? 51! (+7 on my secret alt)

What's your ao3 word count? 258,302 + 67,544 -

What fandoms do you write for? currently, it's just star wars, but I've written for criminal minds before and have some unposted marvel wips -

What are your top five fics by kudos? 1. Oathbreaking -Qui-Gon repudiates Obi-Wan and breaks their bond during the Phantom Menace Council scene and this has repercussions 2. Underestimation -The BAU team takes a case that reminds Reid uncomfortably of his childhood. Rossi finds him when he can't take it anymore 3. See My Dreams All Die -Obi-Wan kills Anakin on Mustafar and is severely wounded doing so. Palpatine is in need of a new apprentice, and Obi-Wan is so conveniently right there 4. 'Til the Sun Goes Down -Take Revenge of the Sith, but it's Obi-Wan instead of Mace who confronts Palpatine 5. Acquainted with the Night -(Unfinished) Reid is kidnapped on a case and the team races to find him (oh god, I can't believe my fifteen year old self's fics make this list) -

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? I want to. desperately. it just takes a lot of time and social energy I don't have so I get behind and then I get overwhelmed. I've got 84 unanswered in my inbox currently, some of them months old :( -

What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? it's a toss up between Nothing Gold Can Stay (rip Cody) and The Toll of the Bell (rip the Jedi) -

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? The one I just wrote for @ashinaburrito - Happily Ever After (quinobi ftw) -

Do you get hate on fics? I've gotten one or two comments that... disagree very strongly with certain decisions I've made in my fics but no outright flaming. I just delete them -

Do you write smut? If so, what kind? yes. and the kind you'll only know about if you reach level 20 friendship -

Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written? not really anymore? I did in my criminal minds phase. I had one years ago that never really got off the ground that was criminal minds/doctor who/x-men which doesn't sound that crazy, but I would think it was a fever dream if I didn't have the document -

Have you ever had a fic stolen? not that I'm aware -

Have you ever had a fic translated? no :') -

Have you ever cowritten a fic before? I have a wip buried in the backrooms that I was writing with @charrhylis. poke, poke, I mean, if you still want to... -

What's your all time favorite ship? all time??? codywan... but winterhawk is a close second -

What's a WIP you'd like to finish, but doubt you ever will? all of them lmao. I never know when a fic's going to make it to the finish line or not, but if I had to choose one... my The Will of the Force series. it is. such an ambitious project and I have so many other wips going on so I don't think it will ever happen but I stare at it wistfully sometimes -

What are your writing strengths? I have been told I write good dialogue which is funny because dialogue is hell and if I never had to write it again I would be the happiest person ever. unfortunately, it is difficult to write a story without it (believe me, I've tried. I actually succeeded once) -

What are your writing weaknesses? commas............. jk I'm mostly okay at them. my biggest weakness is my need to make everything perfect on the first go around instead of just getting shit on the page and so I agonize over word choice for hours and wind up with stilted sentences. takes ages to get anything done. -

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? if it counts as another language, I've written dialogue in dai bendu (Jedi conlang) before. I love it, languages are awesome. and with ao3 you can do hovertext so your readers don't get lost, which is cool. -

First fandom you wrote for? star wars! a wip graveyard fic. but then I moved on to criminal minds, and the first posted was from there -

Favorite fic you've ever written? oh geez uhhhhhh. this is hard because I like my fics for different reasons but... right now, I think it's Soldier, Poet, King just because it's such a good character study and I think it's beautiful. Hits all the right notes trope-wise too.