#tal my beloved <3

[how-many-stars-can-you-count]

WOOOO BIO CHANGED HAPPY BIRTHDAYYYYY

ISBDIDBIDHD TALLLL HI BESTIEEEEEE

THANK YOUUUUUUUUU <333333

[fukoronoko]

Oh gosh this hilarious. You know what I just realized?

Based on their behavior in group up until now fucking Ashton Greymoore is probably better equipped then Orym of the Air Ashari to cope with the knowledge he's growing feelings.

How is this our lives. Seriously. (I absolutely love it.)

Yes!!

But let me just say this: Ashton Greymoore my beloved <3

I LOVE BOTH OF THEM SM THEY ARE SO-

[notebooks-and-laptops]

Background characters in dragon age 2 my beloved. Seamus the idealistic youth who longs to be part of a culture his father despises and wants to create cohesion between his world and theirs. Evelina the mage who fled the blight, rescued orphans and then when she turned herself into the templars was locked away while her family was left to starve; forcing her to do deals with demons to try and keep them safe. Feynriel, the boy who longs for a father he never had, and who cannot find a place in this world where his powers and his heritage mark him as so different, so he flees to Tevinter.  Maaras, the Tal-Vasoth who warns you about Qunari attacking travelers on the path ahead, and who becomes a mercenary in act 3 who hangs out in the hanged man and can be chatted too. It just makes the world feel so much bigger, that all these characters who have complicated inner worlds and stories exist alongside Hawke and co. Truly makes Kirkwall feel like a real city.

[linguinibilly]

xiv my beloved <3 tal my beloved <3 klip my beloved <3

[bigpapi-miguelohara]

Always (Miles morales x fem reader)

Guys this my first fanfic ever please don't judge 😭

No warnings other than heartbreak ig?

You and Miles have been best friends since you were four when you bumped into him and his mom while your parents were moving into the apartment right beside theirs. Ever since then, you guys have been stuck at the hip; where you go, there are miles beside you, and where he goes, there are you. Miles's parents loved you, especially his mom. She sees in you a loving, caring, hardworking person who also has a side of stubbornness and fierceness. So for the past 11 years, you've basically developed a second home at Miles's. You loved Miles the way you loved vanilla bean candles, baking, and music; you just couldn't get enough of him. Both of you would spend days together just doing anything, from watching movies to talking to going out to cool places. But your favourite thing was when he would help you compose music. Music was your life; it was there for you when no one was; it harmonized with your life; songs that cried the same emotions you cried. Miles is the music of your life.

Something was up. Miles wasn't spending as much time with you anymore. Miles, you call out, "Que tal?" He asks, "Wanna go to this new cafe that opened tomorrow?" He thought about it until he said, Sure, I'm excited about it!" Both of you went upstairs under the water tank, where you guys would always watch the sunset together. It was your guys' spot. It held so many memories; it was a body that leaked unimaginable amounts of sweet ichor.

Miles had something to do before you guys hung out, so there you sat alone on a bench where you and Miles always ate ice cream. Headphones on, eyes closed, you felt the music flow through you; the sun shined onto your skin, making the heat pleasurable against the cold winds of spring. Hours pass, and Miles still hasn't called or texted. At this point, he's 3 hours late, and you're still on that bench sketching the blossoming bustling busyness of the streets. A drop of water had fallen onto your sketchbook, and just like that, it had started pouring. The sky sobbed as the plants soaked up the honey that seeped from the sky.

You were soaking wet by the time you got home, so you decided to knock on the door of their apartment. "Tia Rio! Hi, have you seen the miles? We were supposed to meet up." She looked at you in shock at the sight of you dripping wet with rainwater. Mija, are you okay? You're going to get sick! Miles, this boy I thought he was with you?" She said this as she shook her head in disbelief. No, Tia, he's been gone all day; I don't know where he's at. I've got to go now or else I'll actually get sick." You said you were laughing, but deep down, you were anything but amused. Ever since that day, your friendship with Miles has been strained. Fewer hangouts and the fact he keeps disappearing without saying anything made you feel incompetent and untrustworthy. The days when you and Miles were together were gone as if the universe had ripped the two of you apart.

Both of you still hung out, but not as often anymore. Your friendship was fading slowly; his secrets were piling up, and so were the amounts of time he left you alone for a day both of you planned. It was up until Tio Jeff's promotion party that you finally got what everything was about. There stood your beloved miles with a blond girl you'd never seen or heard of before in OUR spot. The spot where we shared multiple sunsets together, the spot where we cried to each other, the spot that held the essence of your friendship It was supposed to be ours, but the sweet body I so loved that was filled with sweet, sweet blood, the memories that built a mosaic of our friendship, were suddenly invaded.

There you stood, speechless. Rio and Jeff could see the sadness in your eyes. They knew you loved him; your own parents knew. Everyone knew except for him, he couldn't see the things you did for him. His parents went up to them to talk; you could see him introduce her to them. Soon his parents went up to you and told you to go up there and talk to him, as you were always the one to hold him down. I follow what they say and go up there. Hi, I'm Y/n Miles's best friend!" a small smile formed as it was all you could muster. Y/n, this is Gwen!" Miles excitedly smiled at you. You could see it; the way he looked at her looked exactly like the way you would look at him. The look that shouted I'm IN LOVE it broke you. You made a sleazy excuse to be able to leave.

You sat there in your room, picture frames upon picture frames of you and Miles together. The reminiscence of candied memories that were no longer A reminder of what was, a reminder when it was only the two of you together. Your heart broke. It was the type of sadness where you silently cried to yourself in the middle of the night, hoping no one would hear.

Miles was worried about It's been 4 days since the party, and he hadn't seen you at all, which was rare. No texts or calls from him were answered.

"If only you loved me," you said, warm tears trailing your cheeks. The suffocating feeling of your heart closing made you nauseous. A pain that caused you nightmares. A pain that makes you sick to your stomach. A pain that makes you want to rip every single hair on your head out.

[danceswithsporks]

Warm- Part 7

Part 1 of 6 in the Complete Series!

Parts 1 2 3 4 5 6

Tech x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of Order 66

About: Cal and Ahsoka help Tech retrieve his memories where he meets someone unexpected.

Authors notes: Thank you everyone for your continued support! So sorry this took so long but I wanted it to be perfect! So much work and emotions went into this! I really hope y’all enjoy it!

Warm, the feeling of Ahsoka's hands on Tech's face as the clone laid on a pillow in her lap. His brown eyes looked up at the young Jedi as she spoke with the redhead next to her. She was going over the plan once more with the younger Jedi, a plan that Tech still didn’t fully understand, nor did Echo and Kix.

“Rex, are you sure this will work?” Echo stood with his back against one of the walls in your room. Ahsoka and Cal had been clear that your room was the best place to attempt this. The scent of you that hung in the air would work as a guide to get your memories back.

Rex nodded carefully as he moved to the side of your bed and passed Tech the thermos now filled with one of your teas. “You know as much as I do that the force does some amazing things. The Commander was able to find the chip using it. If it can find a small chip in my brain, then I trust that it can put his memories in order.” Looking at Tech carefully, Rex motioned for the spectacled clone to take a sip. “Drink, it’s the same one she made for you the first time you went to her shop.”

Ahsoka looked down at Tech and smiled softly as Cal spoke. “My Master and I did a lot of research on memory recall for those with amnesia. He’d hoped my sense echo could be used as a healing ability. We found that important memories hold the most power. So something like your first date with her could be enough to trigger the dam to finally break.”

“Recreating the Tea she first made you, her scent, anything to help stir that memory will be our starting point.” Ahsoka watched carefully as Tech sipped the tea before laying back in her lap. “I’ll be working as an amplifier for Cal. This could take more force ability than even he has.”

Tech swallowed the tea carefully and savored the familiar taste. It was delicious and cooling, a nice hint of citrus dancing on his tongue. First date? Was that what it had been? His mind wandered to the video on the datapad, you and him kissing, how you told him you were just friends. “I’ll do whatever it takes to remember everything, to remember her.”

A hum came from Ahsoka as her hands returned to the clone's face. She’d helped so many clones escape the empire with their beloveds. Watched as families were formed and saved. Cuts' family had been one of the first ones she and Rex had helped. After the Batch helped them leave their home planet they’d found their way to the Path. Seeing a clone with a wife and children renewed something within her and helped to drive her efforts. Now they’d assisted more clones than she could count. Helping Tech, the clone that had found Echo and freed him from the stasis chamber, return to the one that made his heart happy would be an honor. “She’s stunning. I hope we can help you.”

“And if it doesn’t then you just start over with her.” Echo watched as everyone’s eyes shifted to him. Letting out a breath he decided to elaborate. “ Think about it, you two were brought together for a reason. If it’s meant to be then you two will end up together again.”

“So we were together then? I asked her what we were and she told me we were friends.” Tech closed his eyes and let out a defeated sigh. “Why would she lie?” A tap on his cheek from Ahsoka made him open his eyes and look at the young Jedi.

“She probably wants you to remember on your own. From what she told me, your relationship was unique. I think remembering on your own would be a good thing and if you don’t then you make new memories with her.” You’d told her everything the moment you met her. The air of comfort she gave off was enough to get you talking.

Tech chewed his lip as she spoke. How special had your first meeting really been? “She told me she’d tell me how we met after five months if I couldn’t remember.”

Ahsoka smiled softly as she ran a hand over Tech's eyes, closing them. “Then let’s get to work.”

A nervous breath was released from the clone as he nodded. “Tell me how this works one more time.”

“Sure.” Cal rubbed his hands together before taking Techs in his hand once more. “Ahsoka will help me focus on your memories that are still blocked. The goal is to open them slowly and methodically. We do this too fast and you could go into total shock. Be down for weeks.”

“What should I expect?” The last thing Tech wanted was to be surprised and go into shock that way.

A hum came from Cal as he thought back to his studies. “I’ve only tried this one other time with a clone who had been hit on the head with a crate back when I was with my Master. The clone said it was like being in a long hallway with a lot of doors. Doors that were locked and light guided him to each important memory.” The ginger shrugged carefully. “According to the ancient texts, it could be different for each person though.” Who knew what it would be like for Tech?

Tech opened his eyes and glanced at the child from the side. He’d only done this one other time? “Did it work? Did he get his memories back?”

Cal looked away from them and towards his lap, a dark memory pulling its way to the front of his mind. “Yeah, just in time for him to try and kill me.”

Everyone in the room froze at the child’s words. A dark memory for every one of them. Rex had taken the bullet in the group and sat Tech down to explain what had happened. This wasn’t a memory the clone should remember suddenly. It was only right he understood what was truly happening in the galaxy and what had happened to so many of their brothers, and the Jedi.

Tech gave Cal's hand a gentle squeeze. A silent apology for the trauma they all lived through. Hearing what had happened, what his brothers had been forced to do, had been heartbreaking for Tech. The clones had given their lives for the Jedi and had stood on the battlefield beside them as friends, as family. Now they’d all but been wiped out, because of the clones. Very few Jedi remained now, somehow surviving the purge, Cal and Ahsoka being prime examples. It made him happy to know they’d survived and he hoped that countless more were out there.

Cal appreciated the silent apology. He’d heard so many apologies over these last few months on the run. It was odd. Like the more time passed, the more the chips began to wear off and more clones understood what had happened. He’d heard so many apologies now. The words became hollow after a while. But coming from Tech, a clone who didn’t remember the event, it meant more. “Just promise not to attack me.”

“Heh, I won’t.” The dark joke made the clone smile, glad to know the kid didn’t hold it against them and was able to joke about the event.

“Then let’s begin,” Ahsoka spoke softly as she closed her eyes and began to focus. “I am one with the force and the force is one with me.”

-*-

“Hello?” Tech looked around the calm and empty island. It was like a tropical getaway. A name flitted across his tongue carefully and a breathy “Pabu” left his lips as he turned in place. All the doors to the homes were closed tightly. Locks hanging from their doors in an almost comical way. When was the last time locks like these were even used?

“Tech.” Your voice was airy and danced across the wind to him.

Tech spun on his heels and looked at you quickly. The same gown you had worn in the video from before now on your lovely body. There was an almost glow to you as you moved down the cobbled path toward him. He watched as you smiled softly at him, happiness in your eyes that he hadn’t seen before, or maybe he had but couldn’t remember. “W-what are you doing here?”

The sound of a ceramic spoon spinning in a teacup filled the air as you laughed softly. “I’m here to guide you, of course.”

“Ah, you are my mind's representation of a guide then?” Of course, you weren’t actually there. He watched as you shook your head before stopping in front of him.

“I am not your mind, sweet Tech. Your friends, the Jedi, know me as Ashla, the force.” The force bowed its head carefully, your eyes twinkling back at him.

“I thought the force was a Jedi-only thing. Why are you appearing to me?” Tech was barely wrapping his head around Order 66 and having amnesia. Now he needed to figure this out?

A light chuckle came from Ashla as it motioned to a house at the base of the hill. “The force is within everything. Some are just attuned to me more than others. They are called Jedi.” It began its walk down the path and toward the structure. Time was of the essence. “Come, we have minimal time.”

Tech followed behind obediently, more questions than he could handle filling his mind. “There’s a time limit to this?” He honestly thought he’d have all the time he needed.

Ashla hummed softly as your fingers danced across the lock. After a moment a quiet click could be heard and the lock disintegrated into stardust. “We have until the sun rises. You must remember everything by then, or risk never remembering.”

“So if I don’t remember now, I’ll never remember?” That wasn’t exactly what he wanted to hear. His hand ran through the mess of curls on his head and he let out a long sigh. “I just want to remember you, her, you know what I mean.”

A hum came from Ashla as Tech neared. “The longer it takes for the memories to return, the more likely they will never return. Our time together is limited but important.” Its hand raised and ran across Tech's cheek. “Allow me to give you some hope.”

Your hands, its hands, this was getting confusing for Tech, felt like Karlini silk as it glided across his cheek. Tech's eyes fluttered shut and for the briefest of moments he had a memory of you flit across his mind and for once he was able to pinpoint it, feel it, and remember it.

***

“Here, I brought some water, kinda hot today.” You stood next to him with a flask of water in your hand. On the pier next to your feet was a basket with a few sandwiches inside. One of the boats had broken down and Tech had been sweet enough to offer his skills with fixing it.

“Ah, thank you.” Tech took the container from you and drank from it. After a moment he pulled the bottle away and raised an eyebrow. The water was…sweet.

“Do you like it?” You smiled brightly at him, your lip between your teeth as you waited for him to reply.

Tech looked at you carefully as he mulled the taste in his mouth. He saw the way you anticipated his response. How you bounced on the balls of your feet in excitement. “I do. It is a unique taste.” Resting his hand on the mouth of the bottle he slowly unscrewed it. “May I take a peek inside?”

You nodded excitedly. “It’s water with a mix of berries. You said you didn’t find the appeal. So I wanted to test if that was true.” Shrugging playfully you took the water from him and took your own sip, putting the feelers out to see his reaction. Another experiment of yours. But he didn’t need to know about that one.

He watched as you sipped the drink before returning the original mouthpiece. The way your plump lips wrapped around the top of the bottle made something stir in him. It wasn’t right for him to have these inappropriate thoughts about you. Not when he wasn’t sure about your feelings for him. “A-are you saying that you experimented on me?” You smiled at him slyly before nodding. A laugh left him as he shook his head. “Did you perhaps pick that idea up from me?”

With a shrug, you took a seat on the pier next to him and dangled your feet towards the water below. “Maybe I took a note from when you tested Wrecker's sense of taste last week. Or maybe I’ve been doing some of my own research.” A smile played on your lips as you looked at him. This was nice, relaxing.

Tech really liked how you were currently looking at him. How the glow of the setting sunset surrounded you in a warm hug. Sitting back he hummed softly as a breeze hit you both. “ I must say, I was surprised that he did not notice the Trandoshan spice pepper in the macaroon you prepared.”

“You’re telling me. My brother tried one and started crying they were so spicy!” You laughed brightly, your hand coming up to cover your mouth as you did so. Beside you, Tech smiled softly at you, living the way your laugh sounded. Clearing your throat, you hummed softly. “Thanks for letting me be a part of that.”

Tech nodded as he looked down at the space between you two. If he moved his fingers just a little to the right he’d be able to touch your hands. Hunter's words rang in his ears once more and carefully he adjusted himself. “Of course. You make exceptional pastries and I knew he would not suspect anything if you offered them up.” His hand moved carefully and rubbed the side of yours. When you didn’t move it, he felt wings flutter within him once more.

“Anytime you need help with another experiment, just ask.” You smiled at him and the feeling of his hand next to yours. If you weren’t so much of a chicken then perhaps you’d snake your fingers through his and get it all in the open. But that’s what you were, a chicken. So instead you reached into the basket and pulled a sandwich out for Tech. “Here, eat up before you get too focused on that engine.”

***

Tech felt something within him lighten as the memory fizzled away. That memory had happened a few days before he left. A sigh left him as he finally remembered something that you were a part of. “I never realized she had listened when I mentioned not eating when I worked on projects.” Another sigh left him as the memory of him explaining how he tended to hyper-focus hit him. Another memory was back. Already he could feel more small ones hitting his body. Behind his eyes, the pain began to form once more and he found himself worrying that he’d collapse again.

Ashla reached forward and placed a delicate finger between his eyes. “Calm yourself, as we traverse larger memories, smaller ones will fill in the missing pieces. Do not worry. You will not go into shock, I will not allow it.”

The pain that had begun to form behind Tech's eyes dissipated slowly. As it did more small memories danced their way through his mind. How you liked your tea, the way you always hummed when a breeze went by. The smell of the ocean air and the smell of your perfume. This was a start. There was still something pulling at Tech though as Ashla moved its hand away. “I still don’t understand why you are helping me, a non-force sensitive.”

“Because.” Ashla moved its hand in a circle, stars spun around its fingers for a moment before an image of you sleeping formed. “Across the Galaxy, on a warm paradise planet. A pure heart is reaching for you with more strength and love than I’ve ever felt. I am inclined to see that heart not break any more than it already has.” Ashla wasn’t one to normally step in with these matters. But the way your heart begged and pleaded was enough to move its own heart if it had one.

Tech reached his hand out and hovered over the sleeping image of you. His brown eyes took in the way your brow was furrowed, how you tossed and turned in your sleep. Were you having a nightmare? Or were you just restless? He wished he could help you, calm you, or at least wake you up from whatever was distressing you. “Is she ok?” His voice was soft as he tried to remember the feeling of your hug.

“She has many nightmares, her mind is constantly filled with worry and fear. Though she puts on a warm smile and a brave face, within her is a cold fear that binds her heart.” Ashla could see the way Tech worried for you.

“I wish I could help her. Fix everything quickly so she could be happy once more.” Seeing you like this and hearing how hurt you were was painful for him. To his surprise, Ashla took his hand and pulled it toward the image. His fingers were pushed into the cool image and he watched in surprise as you woke up.

With a gasp, you shot up in your bed with your hand over your heart. The nightmare already becoming a distant memory for you as your hand ran over your face and through your tangle of hair. You couldn’t believe you’d woken up so quickly. Usually, the nightmares plagued you all night and held onto you tightly. But this time it was like someone had forcibly pulled you from your nightmare. A sarcastic laugh came from you as you moved the blankets on your bed around as if someone could forcibly wake you up while not being there.

“What just happened?” Did he have something to do with you waking up suddenly? Tech watched as you moved blankets around before letting out a sad sigh. “How long has she been having nightmares? Why is she having nightmares?”

Releasing Tech's hand, Ashla hummed softly before ending the image and instead replacing it with an image of him on the bed in your room. The others were now gone and he laid in a peaceful sleep on your bed. “When she left you and returned to her family, she left behind an item of importance that assisted her in handling her grief.” Tech gave it a confused look and Ashla decided to continue. “I believe you call the device a datapad.” With a spin of its hand, the image moved to you with Techs datapad in your hands.

“My datapad?” Tech watched as multiple images of you with the datapad flashed in Ashlas hand. “She spent every night with it, didn’t she?”

“Indeed.” Ashla willed the image back to your room. “The device was left behind when she left. Without it, it seems that the nightmares she kept at bay have returned.”

“But why did she leave it behind?” None of this was making sense to Tech. If the datapad had been helping you, why did you leave it behind? You didn’t seem like someone to forget something so important. While Tech pondered why you’d leave it behind, Echo's voice caught his attention. Turning towards Ashla, he found another image playing out.

***

“Cyare, are you sure you have to go? I’m sure your brothers are more than capable of taking care of him.” Echo watched as you moved around your room, packing everything into a small bag as quickly as you could.

“My brothers need to focus on the shop and honestly, I need space from all of this.” You sighed as you took the datapad in your hands and sat on the edge of your bed. Echo took a seat next to you and looked at Tech's datapad. “I thought I could handle this, work through all of this slowly and rebuild what Tech and I had. But after last night, I just…I think I still need time to process him being alive.”

A sigh left your lips as you passed the datapad to Echo. “When he remembers enough, make sure he gets it. There’s…some files on there I made for him.” Your hands shook slightly as you passed the datapad over. It felt like a part of your heart was being given away.

Echo nodded and carefully took the datapad, his hand resting on yours as he did so. “Will you come back?” When you shook your head he sighed while placing his forehead against your shoulder. “What do I tell the others?” You were the heart and soul of this place. Your warmth and caring smile helped all those that came through feel safe.

“For now, tell them I went home to help my dad. Then in two weeks, tell them I’m not coming back.” Your head tilted to the side and you rested it on top of Echos. “I’m sorry, Echo. I guess I’m not as strong as you all thought I was.”

Echo squeezed your hand gently. “Don’t say that. You’re stronger than any of us.”

“Thanks, Echo.”

***

“She’s not coming back?” No, you had to come back. You being around was what he needed. The memories were coming back finally. “I need to wake up. I need to get to her.”

Ashla closed the image and placed both hands around Techs. “Remember, if you wake now. You run the risk of losing all the memories.” Tech let out a long breath. “Stay and retrieve your memories. It will be worth it. That I can guarantee.”

Tech stared at Ashla in silence for a while as he tried to make a decision. Leave and possibly lose all memories or stay and get them back. If he left now he could hopefully build new memories with you. Start fresh and make something new for you both. But his mind went back to the night with you in front of the window and how hopeful you’d seemed. Looking at the door in front of him, Tech swallowed and stepped forward. “Let’s begin.”

-*-

“It’s been two days. When do we start to worry?” Echo chewed his lip as he stared at Tech's sleeping form on your bed. One of your blankets had been pulled over hun to keep him warm.

Kix checked Tech's pulse once more, as he did every hour, and shrugged. “He’s not in distress. I think it’s safe to say things are fine…for now.” Moving across the room, Kix sat in a chair and wrote his notes down quickly. He was anything if not diligent when he came to his medical notes and research. “Have you heard from her? How is her father doing?” His eyes never left his datapad. It wasn’t like you to not check in with everyone, he was beginning to worry.

Echo swallowed at the question. “Uh yeah, she’s been a bit busy with her family's shop. She sends her love.” Nope, he couldn’t tell any of them you weren’t coming back. He couldn't destroy all of their hope like that, not now at least.

-*-

Tech was tired, oh so tired. He’d experienced so many memories, so many moments in his life that made him think about everything. He’d relived order 66, Cross turning on them and leaving. Meeting Omega, the fall of Kamino, and the discovery of the chips. He remembered Cid and all the hard work the batch had done for her and how she’d left them stranded on that damned planet. Almost everything was back now, all that was missing was his time with you.

Over the course of getting his memories back, he’d slowly made his way up the large hill of Pabu. Now the top was in sight. Behind him, the night sky was beginning to brighten as the sun began to rise. Time was running out. Above him, Ashla sat on the stonewall near the top of the island. Feet dangling over the side, it watched as Tech wiped his hand across his forehead. “Time is almost up, I still need to remember her.”

With a wave of its hand, a rope fell from the top of the mountain towards Tech. Beside him, a barrier blocked his path up. “Then climb.”

A tired hand ran over the rope carefully. It wanted him to climb a rope the rest of the way. Tech's eyes shifted to the barrier and with a defeated sigh he began to climb. “Why am I climbing?”

Ashla hummed in thought, going over all of Tech's memories in its head. What was blocking the rest of his memories from coming in? Below it, the sound of Tech slipping and gasping showed what was wrong. “Your final memories of your beloved are blocked by a memory you refuse to remember.”

Tech clung tightly to the rope as it swayed back and forth above the island below. What did Ashla mean? How could something block his memories? “What is it?” He could see something shift in Ashlas eyes as it looked down at him. After a moment of silence, a dagger appeared in its hand and before he could react or say anything, the rope was cut.

And he fell.

-*-

“No!” Tech sat up with a gasp. His hand held his chest tight as the memory of him falling finally finished. Tears threatened his eyes as he tried to handle seeing his supposed death all over again. A shaky breath left his body.

“Tech, I’m here.” Echo rushed to his brother's side and wrapped an arm around him, letting him know he was safe. “You had us worried.”

Across the room, Kix moved to grab Tech a drink and inform the others that the clone was finally awake.

“How long was I down?” It felt like simply a day. But something told him it had been far longer. The sound of the door opening drew his attention. Kix, Ahsoka, and Cal all stepped into the room. Relief on all of their faces.

Kix crossed the room and passed Tech the thermos as he began to take the clone's vitals. “A week.”

Tech began to open the thermos but stopped at Kix's words. “A week? It felt like a day.” Sighing he took a drink and hummed at the taste of your tea. It wasn’t exactly like how you made it, maybe something was missing, but it was still good enough to trigger the rest of his memories of you. It all rushed back to him like the tsunami wave that hit your village. He could remember you holding onto him tightly as the waters pushed you two around. The look on your face as he kissed you to force air into your lungs. The way you looked at him after he kissed you a second time. “Where’s my datapad?” Tech looked around the group. He needed to see what you’d left him.

Echo placed a calming hand on his brother's shoulder. “Calm down. One thing at a time.” How did Tech know about the datapad? “What do you remember?”

He didn’t have time for this. “Everything. I remember everything. Now please, my datapad”

Sighing softly, Echo stood and moved to your dresser. He carefully slid the top drawer open and pulled out Tech's shirt. “Here.” He passed the shirt to Tech who unwrapped it carefully. Inside was the datapad that Tech was so desperately in search of. “There’s something you should know Tech, that all of you should know.” He looked at the group now assembled in the room.

“She’s not coming back.” Tech tapped at the screen and watched it prong to life. Instantly he began to search through the programs for anything you may have left behind.

“What?” Kix looked at Tech and Echo quickly. “Is this true, Echo?”

Echo ran his hand over his face. “It’s true.” His eyes shifted to Tech. “How did you know that though?”

There was something here in the messages section that he hadn’t seen before. Echos question reached his ears and nonchalantly he replied. “Ashla told me.”

Ahsokas head whipped away from Cal and to Tech. “What did you say?”

Tech fought the sigh that struggled to escape. He needed to focus on the current task. Placing the datapad down he looked at the ex-Jedi. “Ashla, the force, told me. Well, she showed me actually.”

“The force talked to you?” Ahsoka struggled to believe this. But only Jedi knew the force's ancient name.

“It did.” Tech quickly explained how it had taken on your image to speak to him. How it guided him through his memories and kept him from going into shock. He explained how Ashla had only appeared because your heart begged for help.

“I need a moment.” Ahsoka sat on the edge of the bed with her fingers against the bridge of her nose.

He really wanted to look through his datapad in peace, find what you left behind and then find you. “I understand your surprise on the matter. But I must request that I have some time to catch up on things I have missed.”

A chuckle left Echo as he motioned for the others to leave. “Glad to see you’re almost back to normal.” Only once the room was cleared, to the argument of the others, did Echo close the door and look at Tech. “So you’re back to normal?”

“As normal as I can be, Echo.” Tech could now see the message log between you and him, the missed messages sent after the mission. Placing the datapad down he decided to get questions answered before delving into the datapad more. “Did you find Cross? Is everyone ok?”

Echo nodded as he sat on the edge of the bed. “Yeah, Cross is safe. He’s on Pabu with the others.” He watched as Tech visibly relaxed at the information. “Tech, things didn’t go so well after you fell.”

“I had a feeling. Where’s Cid?” He watched as Echo visibly made a face of disgust. “That must explain why Phee owns the building now.”

“After you fell, we crashed into the terminal. No one was seriously injured, but it was enough that we were down and needed a place to lay low. The tracker? It didn’t hold. Cross blames Saw Gerrera.” And so did he. “We came back here to rest up and think of a new plan.” Echo felt venemon begin to rise in his throat. “Cid turned us in. Because of her, we lost Omega.”

Tech's fists tightened as he continued to listen to Echo explain what happened. How they managed to get a tracker on Hemlocks ship as the scum left with their precious sister.

“With the help of Rex and Gregor, we were able to infiltrate the base.” Echo shuddered as he thought about Mt. Tantiss. “The things we saw there. It was like walking into hell. Clones were being experimented on in the worst ways possible. That’s where we found Omega and Cross….and Cody.” A defeated sigh came from Echo as he remembered the state Cody was in. How Omega looked when they finally found her cell. The way she’d sobbed finding out that Hemlock had killed Nala Se because the Kaminoan had refused to experiment on Omega. “We got everyone out. But Hemlock had already evacuated his more top-priority experiments. A program called the Dark Trooper. We’ve been trying to work through those files. But the encoding is trickier than I expected.” With Tech back though, maybe they’d have better luck.

“So Hemlock escaped?” That was disappointing and concerning to hear.

“Tried to. Cross took care of that problem.” Echo had wanted to be the one to do it. Hell, there had been a line of people ready to do the honors. But Cross was their sniper for a reason. One shot was all it took to bring his shuttle down and into the side of the mountain.

Tech made a face before nodding. “Good. And Cid?”

“Hemlock had her assassinated shortly after he got Omega. Didn’t want any loose ends. Honestly, she got lucky the Empire did it. Hunter was out for blood. I honestly don’t know what would have happened if Hunter had gotten to her instead.” He sighed as he fell back and laid across the bed. “That’s the long and short of it all. Omegas on Pabu with the others, she’s doing better. Hunter says she still has some nightmares here and there. But she’s getting better.”

“Wow.” That was all Tech seemed to be able to say. A lot had happened while he was…gone. “Do they know about me?”

Echo turned his head and looked at his brother carefully. “Cross and Hunter do. You know Wrecker can’t keep a secret to save his life and we didn’t want Omega finding out before you remembered everything. The last thing the poor kid needed to know was that you didn’t remember her.”

It made sense. Omega had been through so much in her young life, it was only right to keep him a secret. At least now they’d be able to let the child know. “You should probably contact them then. Let them know I’m back to myself.” Or as close as he could be. He felt different, looked at things differently, and even thought differently.

“Yeah. That will definitely brighten her day.” Echo tiredly moved his body off the bed and stretched his arm above his head. Perhaps he’d do it in the morning after he finally got some decent sleep. Over the last week, they’d each taken turns staying by Tech's side. Too many nights he’d fallen asleep in the chair. Even with his enhanced body parts, he was getting too old for this. “I’ll drop some food off for ya in a bit, Tech.” He stopped by the door and looked at his brother who was already buried in the datapad. “Tech? It’s good to have ya back.”

Tech looked up at Echo and nodded. “It’s good to finally be back.” He watched as Echo smirked before closing the door.

-*-

It took Tech time to actually read through the messages. For the time being he took in being in your room. The way your perfume hung on the pillows and blankets. He could make out the little trinkets you’d acquired scattered across your room. An old clone doll rested on the table beside the bed and Tech wondered if you cuddled with it every night. His fingers ran over the material of his old shirt and he realized it was the only thing in the room that didn’t smell like you. It had no smell at all. Did you never wash it? He recognized it as one of the shirts from his laundry pile, he knew it hadn’t been cleaned before the mission.

Taking a deep breath, Tech pulled the datapad back into his lap and opened the screen to his messages.

“I hope the mission is going well.”

“My dad is cleaning up the boat. I think he’s more excited about our date than we are.”

“You’re never gonna believe what my brother just did. He left a pack of condoms on my bed with a note saying ‘Make sure your soldier puts a helmet on his soldier.’ I’m gonna kill him.”

“It’s been a few days. Are you ok?”

“I hope your mission has been a success so far. That tea I was telling you about is finally here. I’m waiting for you to get back so we can try it together. I was thinking about trying to learn mando’a. There's a protocol droid here that knows over fifty thousand languages. I asked and he knew Mando’a.”

“I miss you, Tech. Come home soon.”

Tech wondered if you ever tried that tea. He could tell you’d learned mando’a. You spoke it wonderfully, as did the others. He thought about what Kix had said to you his first night there.

“It’s ok, my angel. I’m here.”

It hadn’t seemed like you and Kix were an item. But maybe the emotions of everything had covered that? Had he taken too long to find you? Had he lost you to one of his brothers?

“Angel, please, get some sleep. For me?” Echos words played in his mind from when he’d overheard the two of you from his room. Hopefully, the nickname was just that, a nickname they all used for you and nothing more.

Tech scrolled through the programs on the datapad as he tried to find what you’d left for him. It couldn’t have been the messages, those were old and it seemed like you had something to say to him.

-*-

It took Tech hours to find the files you’d interacted with the most. He knew about the videos you’d repeatedly listened to. Those were still cued up in a playlist you’d created. His fingers hovered over a private file and he wondered if you’d found it. Opening it he sighed at the realization that you had. There in the margins of the file where your notes.

‘I always had a feeling they didn’t survive.’

‘I can see why you spared me the truth.’

‘They didn’t deserve to die.’

‘I wish I could have thanked them one last time.’

It was a file he’d hoped you hadn’t found. A file that laid out the last mission of a unit of clones known for their pink and white armor that was completely wiped out on a rescue mission for an outer rim planet. Tech wondered about your state when you found it. Were you mad at him at first? Were you scared? Were you distraught? It was hard to tell from your notes. Pulling up the file information he saw that you looked at the file multiple times. Perhaps it helped you somehow?

It was only a few moments later that he finally found what you had left for him. A video in a private file that you’d hidden. Something he’d taught you how to do. He chewed his lip as he wondered if he should watch it. The date on it was days before he’d returned. Back when you thought he was dead. What if what you had to say didn’t matter anymore? A shaky breath left Tech's lips as pressed play and watched your face fill the screen.

“Kix said I should record a goodbye message. Help me get closure. I don’t know. It feels wrong doing this. Like if I do then that means you're actually gone.” A sigh left as you ran a hand through your hair. “Maybe that’s why I’m avoiding this. Tech…I didn’t expect to fall for you the way I did. I knew that if I ever fell for someone I wanted it to be like my parents. That seemed impossible to me. What they had was one of those one-in-a-million kinds of love. Where you felt a warmth through your fingers and toes and to the tip of your nose. My mom used to say she could almost feel my dad's emotions before he even entered the room. That they could just look at each other and know what the other was thinking. I envied them for that love but I was also jealous. I knew that the chances of me finding that would be impossible.” You chewed your lip carefully. “But then I met you. You came into my life and swept me off my feet.” A little laugh left you. “Literally. Ever since that moment, I’ve had this feeling inside me. A feeling that made me warm all over. It made my fingers and toes tingle and even my nose. I never thought I’d feel that.” A smile spread across your face as you fought back tears. “I thought about you every night and when you started coming to the shop. Stars. It made me excited every morning. But I didn’t think you actually felt the same. But then as we spent more time together I began to second guess that feeling.” Your face dropped slightly. “Then you kissed me…again and everything felt…warm. So unbelievably warm. You did that to me and I couldn’t believe it. And then you died. It felt like a bucket of ice water was dumped on me.” Tears pulled at the corners of your eyes. “I’ve been trying my best to stay strong. Put on a face and keep everyone around me happy and safe. Guess I’m not the best at hiding it though. Kix noticed pretty fast and while he’s been helping me try to work through this, I still just…miss you so much Tech. If I could go back in time I’d tell you sooner how I felt. Let you know how wonderful I found you and how you made my entire body feel warm. If you were to walk through the door tomorrow and apologize for being late it would be the happiest day of my life and I’d never let you go again.” You wiped your face of the tears that had begun to run down your cheeks. “But I know that’s impossible. So this is goodbye, cyare. Maybe we’ll meet again in a future life.”

Tech watched as you leaned forward and ended the video. Your lips pursed in a blown kiss as you did so. Warmth ran down his cheek and he quickly wiped at it. Pulling his hand back, he realized he’d been crying. Your words had confirmed the feelings he’d been struggling to understand himself. You made him warm. You made his fingers and toes tingle. When you looked at him and smiled it made his ears heat up. For so long he’d tried to figure out how to describe what you did to him and here you were, naming it perfectly.

You made him feel warm.

-*-

Cool, the feeling of the evening sea air on your skin as you moved around the tea shop. Ever since you’d come home the shop had been chaos. It felt like everyone on the island wanted to be there and to see you. The children always followed you around, asking for stories of the world outside their little island. Women asked you about the latest fashions, though you had to constantly break their hearts by informing them that you didn’t go to any of the wealthier planets. And of course, the men just wanted to see you. You’d lost count of the number of times you heard “You look good.” Or “Wow going off the planet really worked for you.” It was draining.

But because of everyone’s curiosity, the shop stayed open later into the night. You’d just returned from your break where you had run home to pull on a soft pink sweater over your cream dress when you heard the gate bell ring. Looking over your shoulder you nodded to Phee, glad to see the woman was back on Pabu. You sent her a nod before turning back to the table you were currently at. Even with your brother's help, it was hard keeping up with everyone’s orders. You were behind at least three tables. In the kitchen, your eldest brother tried his best to make the pastries your father usually made, but you always found yourself being the one to get the batters done.

“Baby sis? I think somethings burning?” Your middle brother moved by you with a bin in his hand, ready to clean up a table that had just emptied.

A sigh left you as you finished taking your current tables order and shoving your datapad into your pocket. “On it.” It was most likely the cookies you’d put in the oven. No doubt you’d spent too long at this table and now they were burnt. The sooner your dad healed up the better. As you walked towards the kitchen, a shuttle flew by overhead and towards the top of the island. Perhaps a new shipment was finally in? It was a bit late but who knew what problems they most likely faced coming in? With a shrug, you continued into the kitchen while your youngest brother went out to take more orders.

-*-

By the time you’d cleaned up the burnt mess of cookies, remade the batter, and personally watched the cookies bake until completion, the shop had cleared out a bit. No longer was every table packed and the overflow of people lined up against the wall. Now only a few people filled the tables. The air had become cooler and one of your brothers had lit the fire in the center of the patio. It was the calm nights like these that made you happy to be home. Did you miss the boys? Of course. The amazing street food and the unique vendors? No doubt. But being home had given you that clarity you had needed after the interaction with Tech.

You’d realize that even if Tech did remember you, you wouldn’t force him to be with you. A lot had changed for you both during those six months. Even with his memories back, would he still feel the same way? Would he want to be with you still? Or did he already find himself in a different place mentally?

Walking to a table that needed clearing, you found yourself lost in thought. So many different scenarios began to run through your mind. Tech never remembering you and you both moving on. Him remembering you but no longer feeling the same way. More and more scenarios like that continued to run through your mind as you stacked the plates and cups into your arms.

*ding* *ding*

The sound of the gate bell drew your attention as you placed the dirty dishes into the wash bin. “Be with ya in a minute. Go ahead and take a seat wherever.” You’d mentally taken count of how many people were currently in the shop and where each one was sitting. It wouldn’t be a problem figuring out who the new person was.

Moving quickly, you made your way to the kitchen to wash your hands and grab a tray of cookies. The least you could do for the new customer was give them some warm cookies while you made the wait. Looking around the darkened patio you noticed a new figure sitting against the wall overlooking the sea. So many times you’d sat there with Tech during your breaks and chatted. Seeing someone else there was always hard.

“So sorry about the wait.” You pulled your datapad out of your pocket while placing the cookies down, your eyes focused on the datapad that was snagging your apron. Warm calloused hands ran across yours as the person took the tray from you and placed it down carefully. You hummed thanks as you finally managed to get the device free. With a tired smile, you looked at the customer finally.

“What can I get yo…” Your words trailed off as you took in Tech sitting in front of you. He’d cleaned up a bit and it looked like his goggles had been fixed. “Tech.” His name left your lips in a breathy sigh. “It’s good to see you back on Pabu.” The way he was looking at you was making that warm feeling spread inside you once more.

“Cyar’ika, I’m so sorry I’m late. I hope I didn’t offend you.” The way your eyes widened at his words, how your bottom lip began to tremble and your hands squeezed the datapad tightly, made Tech lose his breath. You were as gorgeous as the day he’d left you behind.

Words failed you as you understood what he was referencing. Your eyes burned as tears broke through like water being freed of a damn. “L-like you could ever offend me.”

Then his lips were on yours.

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[blueseachelle]

Can you write a Vax x reader smut. Where they have beat the concave and helping rebuild Tal dori and Vax is getting stressed and the reader helps de stress him.

Another Vax request!! I’m so happy for this one. So, the keep will be rebuilt in this. We love a de stressing fic! If this was not up to standard, let me know! Rewrites can always happen! No problem! So, anyway, enjoy!

Use Me.

Critical Role Vox Machina

Vax x Fem! Reader

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

It has been extremely busy around. You and the rest of Vox Machina were trying to piece back together what was destroyed by the Concave that started this shit show. You have been helping Vox Machina ever since the first Vestige they acquired. You may be the latest to join but, it seemed like you have been there forever. During your travels with them, Vax gained feelings for you and confessed them. You returned those feelings back. You have been with him ever since.

When you first got to the keep(after it was rebuilt, or course), Vax told you that you will be sharing a room with him. You didn’t mind. As long as he didn’t mind “nerd books” lying around everywhere. You are an (High Elf) Artificer. Arcana and books are your thing. You are amazing at your work and help the team get out a lot of tight situations. You were excepted immediately among them.

You have been helping rebuild for about 3 months now. There is always a problem and situation. All of you are happy to help but, sometimes you need a break. You finally caught one. After many sleepless nights and traveling, you finally got a second. You locked yourself in you and Vax’s room and took a long rest. I know Elves don’t “Sleep” but, in this case it seemed like you were actually sleeping instead on being in a meditative state.

Vax walked down the corridor to his and your’s room. He stretched as he walked. He didn’t know how much more of this helping he could do before he would snap. He just spent all day helping a kid find his cat. Of course he isn’t a monster, helped the kid but, if you can’t even describe the color of your cat, is it really your cat? He just sighed. All he wanted to do is finally relax. It’s been weeks since he even got to relax with his beloved. He just hoped she was waiting for him on the other side of that door.

He got to the door and twisted the handle. It was locked. He groaned and grabbed his key. He swore under his breath as he unlocked it. If it was on of Scanlan pranks again, he was gonna lose his shit. He swung the door open. He breathed a sigh of relief. There were no goats or an Orc prostitute. His keen eyes picked up on the shape in his bed. It was you. He smiled and closed the door behind him. As he made his way to the bed, he mindlessly took of his armor, lazily dropping it to the floor will dull thuds and a tick every now and then because something metal hit the cold floor.

You have been asleep for a good 5 hours. Now, you were in your meditative state. The soft thuds and ticks from Vax’s armor woke you up. You felt a weight on the side of the bed. You peeked one eye open and say the raven locks of your lovely rogue. You smiled and adjusted to lay on your side, facing him. He was taking off his boots as you watched him. After he finished taking off everything, has just left in his boxers. He finally turned to you. His eyes met yours. He gave you a loving smile,

“I’m sorry, Darling, I didn’t mean to wake you.”

You returned his smile,

“It’s okay. I’m just happy that you’re here now. I’ve missed you.”

Vax chuckled and crawled into bed with you. He laid on his side facing you and gave you a hug,

“I’ve missed you too. This whole building and fixing thing has been such a fucking mess. I don’t know how much more of this I can take.”

You nodded,

“I get it. It’s stressful. Everyone relays on us so much. It’s a lot.”

Vax gave you a long kiss full of longing. After the kiss ended, he looked down and smirked,

“No bra today?”

You blushed,

“Yeah. All this working and walking around is making my boobs ache. I needed the relief.”

Vax’s hand came up and found it’s way to one of the squishy mounds,

“I think I know how to de-stress both of us. Only if you’re up for it, of course. I know you must be tired.”

You shook your head,

“I’m not tired at all. I love you, Vax. I want you to relax too.”

Vax smiled and squeezed her exposed chest,

“I love you too, Y/n. Thank you.”

With that, he leaned down and captured her lips with his. The kiss was filled with hunger and lust. He snaked his tongue into your mouth. You let out a slight moan. Your hands found there way to his hair, tugging slightly.

Vax readjusted your positions to where he was on top of you now. The new position made the kiss even deeper as he trailed his hands down your body. After the kiss finally split, he moved to his lips down to your jawline. He nipped and kiss his way down your neck, of course, he abused that one spot that always made you let out a slight squeak. He smirked into your neck as he continued his way down. He slowly kissed down your body, abusing the areas that he knew that would make you quiver in pleasure.

He finally made his way to your thighs. He kissed and nipped on your quivering thighs. You let out whimpers as he took his time teasing you.

“V-Vax. P-Please.”

He let out a deep chuckle.

“I know, My Love.”

Vax relented his sweet torture. He moved his curious lips to your clothed entrance. He could taste your wetness through your black panties. He lapped at you through the cloth. You arched your back off the bed below you. Your hands descended immediately down to his dark locks.

After a couple more seconds, Vax removed the cloth finally. His lips made contact with the warm, wet flesh. His tongue prodded at the entrance. You let out a moan. His hand moved from your thigh and joined it with his tongue. A single digit entered. You gasped,

“V-Vax!”

He smirked and continued. He slowly moved the finger in and out. Soon, adding a second finger into the mix. He twisted and turned his fingers expertly. He knew exactly how to make you unravel. You felt the familiar coil in your abdomen. You arched your back even more and gripped onto your beloved’s hair for dear life. He felt how you started to tighten around his fingers. You didn’t have to say one word.

Vax started to curve his fingers more and started to suck more. The coil in you abdomen began to get larger and larger. Your hands gripped onto his hair and thighs tightened around his head,

“Vax’ildan!”

With a shout of his name, you came into his awaiting mouth. He removed his fingers and licked up the wonderful nectar that seeped from your quivering hole. You slowly came down from your high as he cleaned you up. You released your thighs and hands finally after relaxing. You heard a chuckle from between your thighs. You locked down to see Vax wiping your slick from his chin.

“Babe, you really thought I would be done with you?”

He crawled towards you before continuing,

“I have a lot of pent up stress and I think you do too, My Love, and,”

He brushed her hair from her forehead and pushed his hard on against her thigh,

“We have all night to get rid of it.”

With that, Vax brought you into a deep kiss and his tongue sneaked into your mouth. You wrapped you arms around him. After the kiss parted finally, you pushed your thigh against is clothed cock. You made eye contacted with him as you caught your breath,

“Use me.”

Vax immediately lost self control. He would live up to your request. He loved you and you loved him. He would always leave you satisfied (after every time you make love) yet wanting more, as he should.

I hope you enjoyed this! I will see you in the next one!

[no-shxme]

so i read Mercy and HOLY FUCK where do i even start so first off talon is CLEARLY a trained bottom that man was so thoroughly a bottom from the first time sett had his hand around his throat in the storage room that is so very clear i love sett just being no-nonsense and animalistic god damn he's fun and then also we have the fact that not only do i ship this now, it is in my top 3 ships because i cant decide if i like rhaayn, twisted graves, or settalon more do you put crack in your writing or something? because holy shit, i am addicted, this was wonderful honestly im going to have to look up so much sett/talon content now jesus christ this was amazing and since it's part of a series im sure there'll be more in this storyline for me to enjoy-

AOHHHHHHHHH SETT/TAL MY BELOVED. OHH IM SO HAPPY YOU READ IT AND FCKED WITH IT. OHHHHHHHh (immense relief)

talon is so bottom he'll bite and fight but in the end he likes it ;w; though he wouldn't admit it. AND SETT is SO FUN. not only to write by himself but how he interacts with talon specifically. (i have and could continue to go on and on about why their dynamic is so interesting).

AHHHHHH sett/talon is like, the most sickeningly rare pair that i never stop thinking about ever. i forget that i have a lot of stuff for them that i havent posted yet. (though there are i think 8 or 9 fics on my ao3 featuring them.) i do recommend the rest of the series (mostly just grit, as it establishes them pretty good i think) and then if you want other flavors i suggest tarnish (cowboy bias) or one of the other one shots ive written of them. or if you want something way more serious and also longer then i'm currently writing Teeth, which contains about 2 metric tons of angst and more serious topics.

[queer-enderdragon]

¿Pero tienen que significar eso?

Originally written by Habeascorpseus. Translated to spanish by Zacharie Zenith.

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Jimmy le dice a Tango sus alas son esas de un canario una noche, mientras Tango se sienta detrás de él y lo ayuda a acicalarse las plumas. Su voz inusualmente nerviosa, como si espera del otro hombre que se enoje con el por revelar eso, alas tensas bajo las manos de Tango. En cambio, este pausa en su cuidado de plumas, mirando sobre el hombro de Jimmy.

— ¿Cual es la importancia?

— Ah… algunos dicen es mal presagio. Tiene que ver con prever muerte y todo eso, — Jimmy dice, ojos tristes y boca torcida en una pequeña mueca.

Tango traza dedos ágiles por el plumón esponjoso en la base de sus alas, su otra mano pasando por la cresta, a la punta de sus plumas más largas, gustándole la manera en que el amarillo brillante perfectamente queda con el amarillo del corazón en su muñeca.

— ¿Pero tienen que significar eso?

— ¿Eh? — Jimmy exclama, medio volteado para mirarlo. Se ve sorprendido, y un poco perdido, ojos casi caricaturescamente abiertos. Tango sonríe.

— Bueno, si la manera en la que tus alas son definidas te hace así de triste, tal vez encuentra tu propia definición.

— … No sabría donde empezar. No soy el más creativo, eso creo, — Jimmy dice, dientes rozando su labio inferior, inquieto. Tango continua pasando sus dedos por sus plumas, viendo como su expresión cambia a algo pensante, ojos relajándose cuando su mirada encuentra la de Tango. — ¿Tu que dirías? 

Tango mira a las plumas doradas sostenidas entre sus dedos, viendo como la luz de antorcha filtran entre estas. Se ven translúcidas así, espectrales, incluso. — Creo que se ven como alas de angel.

— Oh, — Jimmy responde, y Tango no pierde ese tono de incredulidad en su voz. Entonces continua:

— Puede que seas un canario, pero yo soy quien te mató. Y aquí estas, manteniéndome a salvo a pesar de tener toda razón para enojarte conmigo. — Este estira su mano, y toma una de las de Jimmy. — Así que eres un angel, creo. Mi angel guardián.

El rostro de Jimmy pasa por varias emociones en rápida sucesión al tiempo que sus mejillas se tornan rojas, volteándose para ocultar su cara de Tango. — Nadie me había llamado un angel antes, — dice en voz baja. Tango ríe, con el pecho entero y fuerte, apretando su mano.

— No te preocupes, ¡te llamare angel lo suficiente como para hartarte!

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so, because i recently been in the fic translating sauce (regrettably starting with bigger fics which are taking,, a while) i wanted to do a quick translation with the little bit of experience i'm already accumulating with this, with a drabble done by my beloved @habeascorpseus <3 (his og drabble linked above)

and honestly, while i finish the longer fics i got, might translate some more drabbles i like here n there :3 (if,, i can find them, that is,,)

[finnitesimal]

if you're suffering from the heat(especially dry heat) soak a bandanna or two- ring it out- put it on your head or neck(or both if you have two)- if you have long (to bottom of your shoulder blades or longer) hair take a shower before going anywhere (or in morning) make sure your hair is like SOAKING wet, braid it and/or put it in a bun(mine is long enough like to/past my butt that a simple ponytail -> knot like bun is less time consuming and more possible for me) and then undo the second you need the cooling!(typically by the 6th/8th hour afterwards it starts drying to a point it's not helpful for me) be careful about paper you're around but for the most part this works well!

recommend getting big "tal" bottles too- several are nearly the massive gallon milk jug sized that should last you NEARLY the entire day, we have two that are like?? 2/3 the large milk jugs' sizes- carrying two of those usually lasts me an 8 hour shift at work (especially with some of those flavor/hydration packets at sprouts for at least one of the bottles, helps actually RETAIN the water but doing more than one a day is BAD and can make you consume FAR TOO MUCH LEAD depending on what flavor/hydration packets you get and where they're from- G-fuel has enough that in Cali it warrants a note on the box of it being enough to cause cancer in that state on every box in order to be sold there.)

- @honeycombed-beloved (the dumbass who lives in dry heat that last summer worked in a weld shop in like 119f degree heat- again note DRY heat, not super humid here)

Thank u m8

[rotisseries]

for the ask game!!! 44, 26 and 24 go crazy bestie 🫵🏼

44-you get a free pass to kill anyone, who is it?

oooh ok so I feel like picking a politician instead of someone from my personal life is boring a little bit like ohh of course I'd take away a public threat I'm so perfect and I think about the good of the people but genuinely I would kill governer of florida ron desantis bc he is genuinely unironically evil and every time I talk to juno and jayme and tals and it's like "oh you should come visit me one day and hang out at my house" it's undercut by. ron desantis. like oh do we really want you guys coming to florida while that man is here and in charge. awful. he's making a state incredibly unsafe for my online friends. second option for murder though I'd pick one of the weird anons you got

26-a scenario that you’ve replayed multiple times?

this is corny as hell maybe but sometimes I daydream about all my beloved tumblr mutuals coming to visit me either in florida or especially at my family's little vacation shack in north carolina like you guys would all have so much fun up here we'd go tubing down the river we'd get fudge which of course can be done anywhere but like it has to be MY fudge shop THAT I PICK yeah it would be fun<3 I like you guys too much don't hold this against me

24-if we were together on a rooftop, what would we be doing?

LMAOOO I SENT YOU THE SAME ONE. anyway I think I'd act like I was gonna push you off

[raycatz]

🎮👑⛩️ for ask game!

🎮 Favorite Zelda game? This one's so difficult! I don't really know 'xD I like Majora's Mask for the story and atmosphere of the game. I adore young Link and like that we get a continuation of his story from OoT. Termina and Link's role in it is tragic. Big fan of the time loop as well. However, I don't enjoy the dungeons all that much,, I've had the gamecube port crash on me too many times. and wanting to find all the fairies tires the completionist in me out. Still love the game though. My favorite to play is Breath of the Wild. I've played it through probably 4 times. I have normal and hard mode playthroughs where I've played without teleporting. I love traversal and exploration in botw. I'll go everywhere with my horses. I've completed all of the shrines/quests/side-quests in multiple saves as well. The only thing I haven't done is 100% the koroks and complete the sword trials.

👑 Favorite version of Zelda? Wind Waker Tetra! I like that she's got her own stuff going on. Seeing her ship show up at Windfall or her and the pirates at the Forsaken Fortress breathes life into the game imo. She's got her own goals and adventures alongside Link. Also I like her attitude!

⛩️ Favorite Zelda Dungeon/Location? I have a recency bias towards Skyward Sword HD so for favorite dungeon I'll say Skyview Temple. It's a good introductory dungeon! I enjoy the overgrown mushroomspore-y aesthetic and watercolor green-blue color palette. I do like the motion controls and exploring with the beetle (sksw beetle beloved <3) and cutting down skulltulas and deku-babas is a lot of fun. Also the Ghirahim fights are all 👍 Honorable mention to the OoS dungeons as a whole. Favorite Location: Another difficult one! There's a lot of good spots in botw like the entirety of the Great Plateau, the Temple of Time ruins, Korok Forest, the Forgotten Temple, the forested path along Batrea Lake. I like Hateno Beach as well. There's so many places to go from there, either walking along the shoreline, going up the road to Hateno, hopping on a raft and going to Eventide or Lurelin. I took a raft from Hateno Beach all along the east side of the map up to the Lomei Labyrinth once and have just a straight line on my Hero's Path Mode. Skyloft is good. The Skyview Spring in both sksw and botw. I don't mind getting lost in the Tal Tal Heights in the Link's Awakening remake and listening to the music.

[pricemarshfield]

THINGS THAT I WOULD LIKE TO KNOW ABOUT MY FELLOW WRITERS & PEOPLE I’D LIKE TO KNOW BETTER

thank you @atrueneutral and @wretcheddthing for the tags!! under the cut because i can’t stop yapping to save my life :) edit: OOPS forgot to say i tag anyone who wants to do it!!

Last book I read: if we mean book-book, Culture and Resistance: Conversations with Edward W. Said, but if we’re accepting comics, Hellblazer: The Devil You Know!!

Greatest literary inspiration: hmmmm. shirley jackson, suzanne collins, and silvia moreno-garcia!!

Things in my current fandom I want to read but I don't want to write: i do feel like there’s something so compelling about raphael/another fiend’s warlock but unfortunately. i have no ideas or inspiration for it. it would be very cool though!!

Things in my current fandoms I want to write but I think nobody would be interested in them but me: this dragon age au wyll fic is for a target audience of me myself and i. blood mage wyll and elf in the qunari lae’zel and tal-vashoth karlach and Totally Normal Not At All Culty priestess of andraste shadowheart…idc if no one would read it i’m writing it for ME. it may be shadowyll and karzel but i don’t Know. it’s these 4 in some capacity

You can recognize my writing by: so many parentheticals, and also so much introspection

My most controversial take (current fandom): i think even if you give raphael the crown he is not taking the hells. he is MAYBE taking avernus at best. the controversial part is that i love this about him and it’s SOOOO fun to me

Top three favourite tropes: fakeout makeout (it’s hard to make work but when it does ohhhh my god love it. i have a raphtav fic with this in the works actually ft them wanting each other so bad it makes them stupid), enemies to lovers, and identity porn my beloveds

What’s your current writing mood (10 – super motivated and churning out words like crazy, 0 – in a complete rut): 7.5 but like…in the way where i’ve been writing a Lot but across so many wips that nothing is getting done. i’ve written almost 30k this month but have i posted almost anything?? no

Share a random frustration: the last bit of this knife’s edge chapter has been fighting me for like. two months. i may just rewrite the entire chapter aughhh

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Last Song I Listened to: industry baby by lil nas x!

Currently Watching: fantasy high junior year. they just entered the vulture dimension ???

Sweet/Savoury/Spicy?: sweet!!

Relationship Status: single. who want me

Current Obsession: baldur’s gate 3 has been going strong for half a year with no signs of stopping, especially tav khoury and raphtav! i’ve also been really into hellblazer and i read like 80 issues of an old swamp thing run this week :)

[garland-on-thy-brow]

@soldatrose also, Fulvio's first aria got cut from the stage version, but it is in the album. I do like that 2/3 of Fulvio's arias sound like crying, it suits him (and then the third one is the bravado La fronda che circonda, which in this production is Very Haunted because of what is going on with the Wreath Foreshadowing; turns out sex with Cornelia Metella in the Theatre of Pompey has this side effect, who knew; this guy missed the class on sexually transmitted haunting).

Fulvio.

The beautiful dawn,

harbinger of sun,

is often

reborn crying,

and yet she brings

the serene day.

So, becoming serene

amidst the tears,

the beloved light

that allures my soul

can dispel

the sorrow from it.

Fulvio.

Piangendo ancora

rinascer suole

la bella aurora

nunzia del sole,

e pur conduce

sereno il dì.

Tal fra le lagrime

fatta serena,

può da quest'anima

fugar la pena

la cara luce

che m'invaghì.

[diamondsheep]

Buenas Ram!! Para lo del blorbo bingo que tal sobre Frye (de Splatoon), de Suika (Dr Stone) y Luffy (OP) >:3 (si quieres, claro)

HOLAAA DRAGOOON 🐲✨muchas gracias por el ask 💙💙💙

Frye :

la verdad amo a Frye, pero la puse en la categoria de soggy pathetic piece of toilet paper por que ella al igual que todos los miembros de Deep Cut son kindaaaa .. Pathetic asddskfljsdlfkj 💛💙❤

Suika

SUIKAAA MY BELOVED WATERMELON DAUGHTER <3

para Suika solo marque dos por que todas las opciones son muy agresivas para ella 😭💚✨

Luffy

Usualmente no hablo tanto de el pero quiero demasiado a Luffy ❤❤❤ Beloved Captain <3 btw no voy a decir las razones de por que elegí algunas opciones por que no quiero spoilear ajhsdajshdja

[wwhatev3r]

Hey there. I was wondering if I can have a BoB ship, please? :)

I have pale skin, short brown hair and green eyes. Average height, I'm a bit of skinny rn but I lift cuz I want to be stroncc and protecc. I was raised in a town in mountains, so I can stand any cold but i'm dying when it's even a little hot. I collect knives and adore military stuff (probably it's the reason I'm in love with this show lol). I really love to comfort and take care of people. If someone wants to cry on my shoulder, I see this as the top of the trust I've earned. I know a couple of languages and fond of learning them. I'm a writer and a smoker(this things are connected..). I'm humble of my achievements and always think that it's not enough and I should be better. I'm open to people, not minding to tell about myself if someone asks. But I tend to be cold and disappear from time to time, cuz I need a lot of time to be alone with my thoughts. I really love to see how people become awkward from compliments, praise and stuff, so I give 'em regulary :D. Tho, I do it wisely and study a person for a while to shoot words that will 100% reach their hearts. I'm trying to be stoic and confident, but sometimes this image cracks(mood swings my beloved), and when it does, I isolate myself for a time being, because I don't want to show my drama queen side. I'm all quiet and uncomfortable with new people, but if they have patience with me, I warm up to them quickly. I had a lonely childhood and teenage years, so I might be kinda cringy cuz I've no idea how normal ppl talk. Despite all of this, I receive a lot of comments that I can be a great leader and I sense that it's true. I don't really like kids, but I adore animals, felines especially. I like thoughtful people with whom you could just sit in silence and admire stars/nature/etc or talk for hours about universe, human nature or interesting things we have recently learned.

yea. I hope this sheet of text isn't too long, heh. Oh and thank you for everything! You're doing lord's work for this fandom. I appreciate all the stuff you've written and like to reread it, because it makes me a little happier. The way you write about each character is immaculate. May your inspiration never end!

I Ship You With...

Joe Toye!

Notes: Thank you so much for the kind words! <3 I felt safe just by reading your request 😂💕 Btw, I chose the person who has the personality closest to yours but honestly I think it would be cute to see you with someone who has a opposite personality, but anyway…

I think it's time for you to let be taken care of by a tough boy, you can't be the only though one in town, alright?!?

Do I have to say that you’re a badass? I think you know it but, yes you fucking are! 

He obviously fell in love for how resilient, strong, caring and confident you are. 

This man could take a grenade for you but he knows he wouldn't need to because you can take 3. 

Both of you are very stoic, and both don’t like to show your soft side. 

But I think you could bring his by praising him; he gets all flustered and awkward and he hates it but you have a lot of fun. 

The moment he saw your knives he was just: “Holy shit…”; his jaw just dropped and his admiration for you just got higher. 

You were the first person Toye finally felt comfortable sharing his feelings with, because he knew you would understand and of course because you would take care of him.

He is a big and tough boy but he likes snuggles, he just doesn't want to admit it.

You know, Joe finds it amazing that you are a writer and admires you deeply for that; he came from a big and poor family, he never knew how to speak formally, write beautifully and all that stuff and he just finds your skills something that he wishes he could have. 

You’re his favorite writer and you are always more than enough and more, he just wishes he could see yourself the way he does. 

When you need to be alone he understands, he is not the type of guy who annoys the shit out of you just for attention or to be talking to you 24/7. No. When you need to disappear to have your alone time, he lets you have your time, because before being your boyfriend he was also your friend. 

He loves your drama queen side, he really does. He loves when you get to show your sensitive side. He wants to take care of you too, that’s all.

Okay, Toye doesn't hate kids but he still loves animals more than kids for sure. 

He’s a dog person but if guys get a cat he instantly becomes a cat dad. 

I can totally see him holding a small kitten like It’s his baby.

He doesn't admit it but he loves the cat. 

Making a picnic or camping is definitely one of Toye's favorite dates.

He gets to have more intimate time with you, sometimes just likes to lay down by your side watching the stars in silence.

I hope you like it <3