A Mind-Bogling Surprise

Cal Kestis x Reader

Summary: Cal has some explaining to do.

Warnings/Tags: No warnings, nudity but SFW, fluff, no use of Y/N, no pronouns used, during/post-Jedi: Survivor, no spoilers for Jedi: Survivor.

A.N.: My second entry for Cal Kestis Week 2024! It follows the Day 2 prompt 'Bogling'. Hence, boggling spelled as bogling in the title ;P I hope you all enjoy! I definitely had fun writing this one! Gif by me!

Also on AO3!

Word Count: ~1,130

In the dim moonlight of the cozy quarters below Pyloon’s Saloon, You suddenly sat up in bed, your heart racing as You glanced around, feeling an eerie presence of someone or something lurking in the shadows. With a shiver, You reached out and gently shook your boyfriend awake.

“Cal…” You whispered, only earning a soft groan in response. It surprised You how the redhead did not sense the presence, when usually he was able to pick up even the most minute of disturbances in the environment.

When the Jedi failed to wake up, You shook him harder, your movements frantic when You saw the shadows in one corner move. “Cal!”

Cal bolted upright, immediately alert when he noticed the panic in your voice. “What is it? What’s wrong?” He whispered, his voice hoarse from sleep. He reached for his lightsaber and ignited it, bathing the two of you in its soft glow.

That deep, sleepy voice usually made your heart race in the early hours of the morning. But at that moment, fear overshadowed any sense of excitement and You pointed a trembling finger at the dark corner of the spacious quarters. “T-There’s something there… I saw something move!”

Cal’s eyes followed your pointed finger and he tightened his grip on his lightsaber. He squinted into the darkness, trying to make out any shape or movement. When unable to do so, he got out of bed and slowly began to move towards the other end of the quarters, his eyes never leaving the shadows.

With his lightsaber in one hand, he motioned to You with the other. “Stay there. I’ll go have a look.” His voice was steady and reassuring, but there was a sense of urgency and a slight edge to it.

You only nodded in response, sitting up in bed with the blanket pulled up to your chin. You watched as Cal reached the shadows and carefully inspected the area. When he did not find anything out of the ordinary, he turned back to You, a faint smile on his face. “It’s okay, there’s nothing there. It must have been your imagination, love.”

“But I swear, I saw something!” You pouted, crossing your arms.

The redhead chuckled, placing his lightsaber back onto the bedside table before climbing into bed next to You. “Hey, it’s not my fault you’re so easily spooked,” he grinned before reaching out to gently take your hand in his.

“What did you just say?” You narrowed your eyes at him, your tone icy. Despite that, You still allowed him to hold your hand.

Cal’s smile faded slightly, sensing the change in your tone. “I didn’t mean it like that, love,” he said apologetically, realising how insensitive he had come across despite it not being his intention. “I just meant that you’re more sensitive to danger than most people.” He then pulled You into a warm embrace, pressing a gentle kiss on the top of your head as an apology.

You couldn’t help but smile, your heart warmed by the redhead’s sincerity. “Yeah, yeah… Butter me up some more, why don’t you?” You murmured, snuggling closer to him before laying back down under the bundle of blankets, beckoning him with a finger.

A lazy smile spread across Cal’s face as he settled in bed next to You. He wrapped his arms around You, pulling You closer and nuzzling at your neck.

You sighed, cuddling against his warm, muscular chest. You still couldn’t shake off the sensation of unease from earlier—still feeling another unknown presence in your quarters but You chalked it off to exhaustion. And besides, with Cal by your side, You knew there was nothing to fear.

The next morning, when You stripped down to your underwear and stepped into the refresher to take a shower, You were met with a surprise. With a gasp, You stumbled back after turning on the shower as a small bogling popped out from behind the curtain, its curious eyes meeting yours.

“Caaaalllll!” You shouted, your voice muffled by the sound of running water but still loud enough to startle the redhead out of bed.

 “Are you okay? What’s wrong?!” Cal called out as he rushed inside the bathroom, his heart racing with worry. His green eyes widened in surprise when he noticed the little bogling hopping around in the shower.

“Did you bring him inside?” You glared up at him, realising this furry creature was what spooked You last night. It all made sense as boglings were known to be very elusive when they wanted to be.

The Jedi raised his hands in defense, taking a step back. “No, I swear! I thought he was still outside,” he said, trying to keep his eyes above your neck. He thought that if he gave in to his desires, the situation would only get worse, even if your half-naked body was calling out to him.

“You left him outside…” You repeated, watching as the furry creature scampered up to Cal and looked up at him with innocent eyes.

“So, that means you did bring him with you!”

Cal chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his head. “Well, when you put it like that… I guess I did.” He admitted. The bogling let out a happy little coo, clearly enjoying the warmth of the shower that was still running.

You shot your redhead yet another glare, albeit a playful one that time before watching the bogling splash bout under the spray of the shower, uncaring of the quarrelling couple right next to him.

“Well, looks like we have a guest for breakfast.”

Cal beamed, unable to help himself. “Looks like it,” he agreed before stepping closer to You and wrapping his arms around your waist. “I’m sorry for bringing him inside without asking you first.” He pressed a gentle kiss to Your forehead, his eyes softening with affection.

“Come here…” You murmured and brought him closer, pulling him under the spray of water, clothed and all.

The redhead’s eyes widened in surprise, but he didn’t resist. The water soaked through his clothes, making them cling to his body. He wrapped his arms around you tightly, holding You close as the warm water rained down upon you both.

“You’re too overdressed…” You mumbled, nuzzling your face against his neck.

Cal laughed, his cheeks flushed in response. “I guess I am,” he said, his hands already reaching for the hem of his shirt. He tugged it over his head, letting it fall to the floor with a wet splat.

Meanwhile, the little bogling watched with wide, curious eyes as Cal and You stripped off your wet clothing. It then quickly hopped over to the refresher door, its furry tail wagging.

Cal raised an eyebrow as the bogling rushed out of the refresher, making a beeline for the door of the quarters. “Looks like he knows what we’re about to do,” he chuckled, giving You a lopsided grin before leaning down to kiss You.

cal kestis week day 2: bogling

i love boglings so much. every time i see one, i have to pet it.

(watercolor/gouache)

Made a silly little tweet for Cal Kestis week day 2 for the Bogling prompt

Cal Kestis Week: Monday day 2

Prompt: Bogling

Was so happy to be able to pet these furry little guys this time!

The bogling squeaks and tries to wriggle away, and Cal just manages to keep his grip on it before it can get mud all over more than the sink. Even so, a few globs spatter the mirror and land on BD-1, who’s been watching from the floor. The droid shakes his head, complaining loudly about the mud now stuck to one of his optics.

Cal laughs. “I’ll give you a hand with that in a second, buddy, just gotta finish cleaning this little guy up before Greez realizes just how much mud is everywhere.”

“I heard that!” Greez yells. “If I see even one speck of mud in there when you’re done, I’m ending you!”

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Cal comes across a pathetic lifeform while out exploring Koboh and decides to do something about it.

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Cal Kestis Day 2: Food; "That doesn't look good"; A Rigged Game; Bogling

boglings make everything better Bloody and broken from a bad fall, all Cal can do now is wait for a rescue. Luckily, some boglings are more than happy to help ease the pain. (CKW Day 2: "That doesn't look good." / Bogling)

He comes to in pieces.

Rocks under him, a soft breeze through his hair, a relter’s cries up on high. Something wet and dripping off his face, pooling over his lips. Cal swipes out his tongue then immediately regrets it when all he tastes is blood. He squints his eyes open, barely able to see through his own lashes. Everything is…blurry, a nauseating mix of colors. With a groan that hurts, he closes them again and exhales slowly. His chest is on fire, his ribs grinding in that unfortunately familiar way. His hip is the kind of numb that would have him worried if he had the brain capacity to think right now.

But he can’t think. He can’t remember – what happened? Climbing. He’d been climbing on…Koboh. For no reason other than Pili said there was an interesting plant they wanted a seed from. No Imperials. No Raiders. Just him, and –

“BeeDee,” it scraps out of his dry throat, no more than a wheeze of dust and blood. Cal reaches with a screaming shoulder and pats the area around him, searching for his buddy. There’s nothing but rocks and scraggly grass. Choking on a sob, he cracks his eyes open again, this time forcing them to open wider. Only one of them does so, the other gummed up and feeling burning hot. What happened? “BeeDee,” he tries again desperately.

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Oh god you got to The Bit™️ in Survivor. Sending lots and lots of tissues. That part made me sob so hard I couldn’t see the screen and I had to go back to Koboh and pat lots and lots of boglings before I felt better.

Good luck with the final chunk of the story!

i finished it yesterday lolll!!! got to That Bit in the day and finished last night loll, hence making the cal is traumatised 2 electric boogaloo post

Day TWO - Monday - May 13th

Food

"That doesn't look good."

A Rigged Game

Bogling

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ao3 wrapped [writers edition] how about 10,11,29, or 30?

10. What work was the quickest to write?

It was either closure or the lack thereof, which I technically wrote 2 drafts of and posted over a weekend but I did have that idea kicking around since 2021, so from concept to post it was probably either with teeth we've come this far or I feel like I'm borrowing all my time, because I came up with the ideas for whumptober and finished them. All the others existed as idea bulletpoints or little jotted down paragraphs before Sept 1 but those two were completely contained.

11. What work took you the longest to write?

While the dark ocean duology did take me all summer after I'd initially thought it would take a couple weeks tops, the winner has to be the first chapter of omens and all kinds of signs which was at 60% done for 2 years. I honestly don't know that I would have finished it if I hadn't decided to post it serially, so yeah little plug for writing serially. It was really just to get back on the horse after having an off year last year.

29. Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

I really like this bit where Greez is like 'wtf' in 'I feel like I'm borrowing all my time':

This all feels like an overwhelming, insurmountable task. Greez wishes he hadn’t been chosen for it. He knows how important it is, wants desperately to find the kid before he can be hurt, but it really feels beyond him. He misses the Mantis, misses the rest of the crew, even the little droid and the stowaway bogling. He misses feeling like he understands his place in the universe. His mind struggles to keep up with how long it’s been. A couple of hours? Days? Five years but wound in reverse? He knows it shouldn’t feel like five years, but it kind of does. It feels like the warmth and safety of home is something he lost long ago, or perhaps never had. Now that Cal’s missing from his proper place, it all feels like none of it ever actually happened. It both exists in his memory and doesn’t, like a distant dream. Greez shivers. All of this is very, very wrong. Cere is staring at the fire again, an inscrutable look on her face. Greez decides to fill the silence with: “I guess we have to hope they didn’t take him to Nur.” Cere whirls on him abruptly. “Of course we have to hope they didn’t take him to Nur.” “I just mean that…” Greez swallows. It’s started raining harder, raising more steam and smoke from the fires. The smoke makes his eyes sting. Cere waits for an explanation, brow furrowed. “Don’t we have to avoid…I just mean…you shouldn’t meet yourself, right? That’s one of the rules of this sort of thing, isn’t it? At least, it was in the cheesy dramas my grandmother was always watching…” “Oh.” Cere turns back to the fire. “I hadn’t considered that.”

Apologies for the length of it but I like it both for the 1) 'it shouldn't feel like five years but it does' bit, just leaning into time travel being WEIRD. Also I think I slipped up a couple times responding to comments and referred to 'timelines' but as best I can come up with for fitting time travel into SW worldbuilding....there are no alternate timelines really. Because time isn't really...real. So Greez is right, once things have started changing, they change in the future as well so it all both does and doesn't exist at the same time...idk if I ever went further on the time travel concept it would be along these lines, rather than having distinct alternate timelines.

2) the very human moment of filling an awkward silence with the exact wrong thing. XD It's such a little thing but I ended up LOVING the "Greez decided to fill the silence with" dialogue tag. XD

30. Biggest surprise while writing this year?

I'm going to answer this one with a screenshot of my ideas list I found while cleaning it up this weekend:

I don't want to sound like too much of a curmudgeon (though the ship has probably said on that one)*, but I can't stress enough how surprising it was that one of my biggest 'nope, would never write' became one of my favorite fics of the year. Now I feel like I can't said I'd never write something. Growth?

(*and just to stress, like...for me writing/reading, don't take this personally. I use the exclude tags but please don't take this as like a judgement, I just have never really liked them and got a bit grumpy about just how popular they were when I came back to reading Star Wars fic a couple years ago)

[ ao3 wrapped ]

The Bogle [Scottish folktales]

The Ettrick Shepherd – the nickname of the early 19th century poet James Hogg – wrote about a Scottish creature called a Bogle. They are malicious supernatural creatures, but they are not really evil, and will only attack wicked people such as murderers and cheaters. Henderson, in 1879, disagreed with this assessment and claimed that the Bogle has a distinctly negative association in Scottish folktales.

One story tells of a man in Arkingarthdale whose house was haunted by a Bogle. He tried to exorcise the creature by placing a Bible on the table and daring the Bogle to read it. The creature transformed into a grey cat – as Bogles are shapeshifters – and ran away. For many years the monster was not seen again, until one day when it returned and greeted the man on his stairs. The man ran away, but died the same day in an accident in the mines where he worked. Another tale is about a widow from Reeth. A burglar broke into her house and stole a bunch of candles one night, not knowing that the house was inhabited by a Bogle. The creature followed him home and appeared in his garden the following night, as a shadowy figure in the dark. The thief pulled out his gun and shot the trespasser, upon which it disappeared.

The next day, however, the Bogle returned, standing firm in the doorway of the thief’s house. The creature claimed that is was neither bone, flesh, nor blood, and that the man could not harm him. He demanded the candles, and claimed that he had to take something from the thief by way of retribution. Then, the Bogle pulled out an eyelash from the man and disappeared. The widow’s candles were returned to her home.

Also, according to Scotsman.com, the word ‘Bogle’ can also be found in the term ‘tattie-bogle’ which is an old Scottish word for a scarecrow. ‘Tattie’ means ‘potatoe’ and ‘bogle’ refers to the malicious spirit. I don’t know if this is true though.

Sources: Henderson, W., 1879, Notes on the folk-lore of the northern counties of England and the borders. https://www.scotsman.com/arts-and-culture/scottish-word-week-tattie-bogle-1537006 (for that last tidbit) (image source 1: Nik Caesar) (image source 2: Andrew Denholm)

My brain is violently ping-pong-ing between half a dozen different original fiction ideas right now and getting excited about all of them at once, so I guess here's a rundown of the things that are occupying my brain right now:

The Woodsman and the Wolf

The newest idea on the list, this one is going to be a comic/graphic novel. It's a queerplatonic fable-y, fairytale-y short story about a woodsman who lives in a village under the threat of The Wolf (a monstrous creature that's been killing livestock and villagers who stray too far from the village's lights) and the injured traveller that he rescues in the forest one day. Except said traveller is secretly a werewolf and maybe there's also more to The Wolf than first appears... It's a story about who and what we call a monster and the harm that othering can cause, and it kind of sprung fully formed into my head after I watched the Nimona movie after re-reading Witches Abroad and while also thinking about all the things that made me mad about how She-Who-Must-Not-Be-Platformed treated Lupin in the HP books. It's also about anger, and werewolves as a metaphor for the parts of ourselves we're scared to acknowledge, and the healing that comes from choosing to build things rather than destroy. I thought about making it gay, but then I realised that I had an opportunity to have the happy ending be queerplatonic and now I'm really excited about writing these sad broken disasters (because the Woodsman has his own share of baggage) slowly finding understanding and a home together. Do I have any idea how to make a graphic novel? No, but I'm not going to let that stop me because I've become very fond of this story very quickly.

Untitled Science Fantasy Thing

I've been referring to the setting for this one as 'Willa's World' after one of the protagonists, and I think it's a novel? This one came about when I smashed together my two favourite general characters, Ironwood and Armstrong, and ended up with an extremely tired, angry woman who's desperately trying to protect her country from an ever-escalating invasion of monsters from the frozen north while slowly losing what remains of her shit and being pushed out of her own story by The Idealistic Teen Protagonist(TM) who has just crashed into the middle of all this and is equally determined to save the world her own way. The general is Willa Stonehold, the Teen Protagonist is Maisie Kennard, and I love them both, the whole story is built around their clash of narratives and genres and personalities and the fact that neither of them can save the world alone. Willa's side of the story is about being middle-aged and butch and aroace and disabled and angry and lonely and reckoning with the fact that she's been tearing herself apart to protect a world that at best wishes she'd stay quiet and invisible, but fuck them she's going to go down in a blaze of glory and destroy the monsters along with herself and Then They'll All See. And Maisie is also aroace and figuring out where she fits in the world but doing it with a determined bloody-minded hopefulness that, along with her Weird Magic Protagonist Powers, might just warp the story around her enough that she can drag the people she cares about into a happy ending as well. And that's not even the half of it, it's a whole thing, I've only got about 2/3rds of a plot figured out but a whole heck of a lot of Thematic Stuff that I'm rotating violently in my brain and cackling delightedly about.

Brownies and Bogles

This one has been bouncing around my brain for years, and really it's a TV series concept, but realistically I think the right format for it is going to be a series of short comics. It's otherwise known as 'that Scottish urban fantasy thing', and the basic idea is that Our Protagonists work for an organisation that deals with the weird stuff that arises when the human and magical worlds interact. These are the guys that go around the universities and do presentations telling students not to drink any beer if they end up at a fairy party, or settle disputes over beach usage between selkies and tourists, or deal with brownie infestations on the high street. There's a glamour situation at play kind of equivalent to the 'Somebody Else's Problem field' from Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy, where regular people mostly don't notice or slowly forget the magical elements of things they see, but the more exposed you are to magic the more of it you start seeing around you. Most of the employees at the organisation are people who got involved in some sort of magic nonsense and suddenly were seeing it everywhere and demanding explanations. The main characters are Kevin, a thoroughly regular bloke who is also aroace and has been platonically married to his best mate Dave ever since that was legal and got them tax benefits, and Jay, who is three hundred years old and laughs at your concepts of gender and is also deeply magically weird thanks to being left on a fairy hill as a child and adopted by the fae, who rubbed off on them. Together, they investigate weird shit and get up to wacky adventures, mostly in places in Scotland that I personally know because why the hell not. (An iconic minor character that my sister and I co-invented years ago is Nippy the Chip Kelpie, a particularly weird kelpie that lives in the River Girvan and likes nothing better than hanging out with the seagulls at the beach and sticking his giant soggy horse head through car windows in order to steal chips from people parked by the promenade to enjoy the view.) The whole 'verse is a bit more on the comedy side of things, it's fun.

Werewolf Detectives Thing

This is another pretty recent idea, because I've had werewolves on the brain. Well, some of it is older, but the current iteration that's in the early stages of development is from the last few months. The basic idea is that it's the late 1820s in Edinburgh, and assorted magical folks are living on the edges of human society, including both werewolves and wulvers. A former trainee soldier who was kicked out of the army after he was bitten by a werewolf (and doesn't have a definite name yet, but I think his surname might be Grey) has been existing in this society as a werewolf for a decade or two when he comes across another man, a teacher, who has only been recently turned. He takes it upon himself to mentor the new werewolf, to help him figure out his new life, but said teacher is a little bit distracted trying to investigate some disappearances and deaths within the magical community. (Even when he was human, he was known to magical folks because because he was one of the few willing to teach magical children to read and write.) Grey gets dragged into investigating along with him, and they eventually end up setting up a detective agency together. (In theory it's a book series and they go on to have continuing adventures, but who the fuck knows if I'll ever get that far.) It's specifically set in the 1820s because that's when Edinburgh was in the middle of a whole thing involving graverobbing to provide corpses for the medical school, which eventually led to the Burke and Hare murders, and that seemed like an interesting time to plonk some magical shenanigans and amateur detective nonsense. Oh, and the teacher? He's trans, and faked his own death before he moved to the big city under his new name. Which I haven't decided on yet, names are hard, but I love him, he's great. In this one, the werewolf stuff is a big old queer metaphor, and I'm going to have some fun with the relationship between werewolves and wulvers on that front, too.

Untitled DnD Nonsense feat. Sam and Arthur

This is what happens when you realise that the backstories of a couple of DnD characters rhyme rather nicely, and I don't know if it's a novel or a comic or really what the main bulk of the plot is, but I am rotating it in my brain. Dr Sam Harnendil is accidentally a cleric, but really he'd rather just be a doctor. He was conscripted as a battlefield surgeon, and he gained his cleric abilities when he yelled at the holy symbol of a dying paladin, telling her god that she ought to Do Her Fucking Job, and said god gave him magic in answer. He struggled to go back to a normal life after the war ended, so in the present he's a travelling doctor, helping where he can and keeping his magic upgrade on the down-low. And then there's Arthur Fenn, a sellsword that he meets on the road, who clearly has a lot of history that he is Not going to talk about. It eventually turns out that Arthur was General Ridill, the general in command of the army that conscripted Sam all those years ago, and he lost everything when his kingdom fell in the final battle of the war. Not just that, but he was mutinied against by his own troops for wanting to unleash a monstrous shadow entity on the enemy as a desperate last resort, and he's now just a little bit possessed by said shadow entity that's been giving him powers and feeding him promises of vengeance. Ideally I'd love to bounce the two of them off of each other in a DnD campaign, but since I can't do that I've been slowly coming up with a story around the two of them that's about a doctor and a general who were fucked up by the same war and the parts they played in it, and how they figure out their own paths in the face of the powerful entities that want to control them. Other potential players in the story are Arthur's ex-something (it's complicated), a man called Cor (aka Cornelius Fenn, and yes, Arthur is using his surname as a alias) who was a spy for the same kingdom, and a teenage wannabe monster slayer called Merewyn who decides she's going to tag along with these losers after they pass through her village and study them for her own entertainment and education.

Untitled (And Slightly Neglected) Sci-Fi Thing

This one is a novel that's been rattling around by brain for about five years now, and is pretty much the first original project I was serious about as an adult, although I've slightly neglected it of late. It's a sci-fi story about first contact, in which an exploration pilot called Alastair Hayashi who lives in the space-future ends up becoming the first human to meet aliens when they capture his ship in the middle of a mysterious uncharted area of Weird Space Nonsense nicknamed the Gnarly Cloud. (After how it was described by the space truckers who got the first good in-person look at it.) Alastair ends up stuck on an alien world surrounded by belligerent, xenophobic bird people, in the role of the alien in Area 51, and having to explain the concept of humans to a race that was just as unaware of their neighbours as we were of them. The fact that their Prototypical Human is a gay, autistic Japanese-Scottish amputee rather than a Straight Cis White Guy(TM) is a source of alternating amusement and exasperation to him, he is having A Time. Meanwhile, back on the space station where he lives on the edge of the Cloud, he's been declared missing-presumed-dead, which his best friend and fellow pilot who saw the abduction is Strenuously objecting to because she wants to go in and rescue him, and his space trucker husband is starting to uncover evidence that maybe the existence of aliens on the other side of the Cloud wasn't as much a surprise to certain people as it ought to have been... Alastair eventually makes it back to the station with the help of one of the alien scientists, and finds himself stuck in the middle of a first contact situation that is rapidly sliding in the direction of a war that he is determined to prevent. I still love this story and the characters, but it's not thematically grabbing me the way it used to so I think I need to play around with it some more. (And maybe rewatch Voltron, because frustrations about Shiro's storyline was what spawned Alastair in the first place.) It's got 2/3rds of a plot but I need to re-find the themes that got me excited about it in the first place, and maybe throw in some more that are more what I'm enjoying in stories now, five-ish years after I came up with this one.

Red Shift Blue Shift

Last but the opposite of least, this one is the webcomic I'm developing with @yourfriendlyneighborhoodenby! It's got a whole blog with character stuff and art over at @redshiftblueshiftcomic, but here's the short-ish version:

Dan Gibson (they/them) is the leader of a team in the space-future that investigates crimes against robots and works to protect robot rights, and they're the sort of exhausted team dad character that inevitably becomes my favourite in any media about a team. They're Hotch from Criminal Minds meets the person Harrison Wells originally seemed to be in s1 of The Flash, meets early volumes Ironwood, and they're transmasc nonbinary and aroace Because Why Not. Also on their team are Georgie (she/her), boisterous gym butch and the team's legal expert, Bob (he/him), an ancient and grumpy military tank bot who renounced his weapons and was part of the first generation of robots to be considered sapient, Peregrine (he/they), Dan's protégé and a bitchy android with custom giant claw feet, Cobi (they/them), an excitable spaceship AI who gets the team where they want to go, and Max (ey/em), an opinionated and principled trainee agent who's a human who was raised by robots. Together, they have a bunch of adventures involving, among other things, an ancient sentient generation ship that they have to rescue from unscrupulous salvagers, bots going missing on a robot retirement moon, a would-be cult leader enslaving robots with mysterious mind-control tech he claims to have brought back from the future, and a mysterious mask-wearing individual that seems to be following the team around and pursuing some sort of unknown agenda of their own.

Other characters include Hector (he/him), a fellow agent in the anti-terrorism branch of the team's organisation who is starting to have doubts about how the organisation is run, Kamari (she/her), an enigmatic and dapper butch android working for persons and causes unknown, and Patch (they/them), a spaceship repair bot who has upgraded their own programming so many times that their list of skills is as long as one of their extendable arms (and even includes brain surgery, which no one has let them try yet, much to their disappointment). And, of course, aforementioned mysterious masked individual, the truth of whose identity drags the team and the rest of the cast into something much bigger and more ominous than they ever suspected could be going on.

It's a story about robots and queer people and queer robots (most of whom are also autistic), and so much of the Big Plot Stuff is a metaphor for the times we live in and the backslide in attitudes towards trans folks in particular, but also it's about having adventures in space and robots and spaceships and the power of solidarity, and we're both so excited about the whole thing. It really is one of those stories where we're putting everything that we love into it, and it's going to be big and epic and it's terribly daunting to thinking about the work that's going to go into a ten chapter webcomic, but we love this story and these characters and it's going to be a thing that we can actually share eventually. You should absolutely check out the blog we're been throwing the character development art onto if any of this sounds like a good time to you too.

(No, this post wasn't originally intended to be a 'check out our webcomic-in-development post, but it sort of is now, I guess.)

So yeah, stories! I have so many, they're all I want to talk about, please talk to me about some of these ideas if any of them have grabbed you, you'll make my week.

Yesterday we had our pauper event fire off with a whole TEN people I'm very happy, it's the most we've been yet :) Before, we were mostly 4-6 people. These days we're more around 6-10, which is awesome

I was playing Dimir infect as you can see! The list is in the alt text.

This deck is a lot of fun, and in many ways more consistent than mono green. However, here were my match ups, went 1-2 overall.

VS Bogles, 1-2. Was on the draw, lost the 1st one cause I couldn't go quick enough. Second one, I resolve a stinger, put a 5/1 sticker on it t3, opp doesn't find an answer, scoop. Miss played g3 : I wanted to get some life back and offensively used unexpected fangs on my dude. However I had forgotten about Ram Through and my creature was removed. I was not quick enough to rebuild and I lost this way. This was very winnable however!

VS Boros synth, 1-2. Here I know opp has a lot of removals : journey to nowhere post board, but also 4 bolts, 4 galvanic and 3 foundry helix (I was lending the deck so I know the decklist very well ahah). I tried my best to protect my things, however I made several slight mistakes. Similarly I was on the draw and won one game by being able to pass through my opp unhindered. Last game I had a moment of confusion and tried to protect an attacker from a krark clan shaman with Apostle's blessing. However! I had other creatures and blessing is actually a card I should use on offense! I would've been able to win if I had done it like that. Too bad but we'll, I'm learning!

VS Boros, 2-0. My sole win of the evening! Same principle as the last match BUT I had just learnt from my mistakes so I made better plays. Opp was also unprepared for infect and had a hard time adjusting to the threat. Game 2 I just kept a kind of greedy hand : no creatures, yes! But island and 2 ponders... And you know what they say, island ponder = keep! And I was able to stack my deck in such a way that I never missed a land drop, got a creature, AND godly protection. 3 Apostle's blessing and 2 dispels, as well as 2 command performance! I had everything to shrug off my opp's removal and attack without fear, which just got him.

I had a lot of fun even tho I lost the two first matches. Now what I've got to do is get more experience with it, notably with sideboarding. I have a kind of hard time figuring out how to sideboard here because I feel like I can keep my entire deck ahah, everything is relevant! I have a lot of leeway for improvement.

Thanks for reading, I hope you too wherever you are, have enjoyed some pauper recently, or plan to!!

mr.whites daughter 13-destruction

Next day Your pov-

I walked into sauls office at 8, bavk in my usual clothing which consisted of jeans and a graphic t-shirt, the one I'm wearing may or may not be Jesses, that doesn't matter. I opened the door to his office and closed it behind me. "You know why I'm here." I stated as he spun around in his chair. "A day I've been dreading." He groaned. "I bet you have been." I giggled,"I'm working for gus, but you said-" "I'll take the money, layer it into the cash flow here, you will get all ur money, with the exception of 15% going to me." He nodded. "Fine by me." I shrugged and walked over to his desk,"With that being said, it's been great working with you Saul." "You as well (y/n)." I lent out my hand and he shook it,"now get out of here and go make a lot of fuckin cash." "That's the plan!"

I made it the lab a half an hour later, the mat is decently far from my house but that doesn't bother me. I walked towards the drying machine and the worker who was there pressed the button and it whirred foward. I walked behind it, my whole vision being enveloped in red. I walked down the stairs. seeing that the lights in both rooms were on. So I walked in, one door after the other. Till my shoes finally made contact with the red Steel wired floor. "You made it." I heard my dad say, I looked down and saw him with another chemist. "Yes I made it," I walked down the spiral stairs,"I'm sorry, who are you?" "I'm Gale." The new man stood up and walked over towards me with a mug in his hands,"I just took Walter through a interesting coffee brew." "We'll I'm (y/n)." I took the coffee from his hand and shook his hand,"this is the coffee?" "Yes." He nodded with a smile, I took a sip, and immediately I was in awe. "Gale are you single?" I laughed as I took another sip,"this coffee is amazing." "I have the notes on how it's done if you'd like to read it over." He gestured with head over to said station and my dad was sitting over there. "I'll definitely have to take a look." I nodded "Why are we making meth when we could run the best coffee shop ever?" My dad chuckled. "I know to answer to that." I smiled as I put my cup down on the steel table behind him. "(y/n) can I ask you a question?" Gale asked and I nodded,"what are your qualifications?" "I'm a pharmaceutical chemist...sort of I dropped out of college, worked at a bar, and uh...I knew a lot of people who sold and made meth." I shrugged. "Oh." He said and my dad spoke up. "She's a good chemist, she's got her fathers brain." My dad chuckled and I smiled, it felt nice to have my dad say that. He said it a lot when I was growing up. "You're-you're his daughter?" I picked up my mug. "His oldest daughter, I'm 24." I glanced over to the lab and sighed,"can we get cooking? I'm really excited to use some of these machines again." "Oh You've used them?" Gale asked, full interest seeping into his tone. "Learned how to in my second year of college, I dropped out in my third. Went on a trip to phizer, took us through a run of their lab." I nodded. "We'll then, let's get cooking then." Dad raised his brow at me.

We cooked for what only felt like an hour but was actually the whole day. I was writing on the clipboard the amount we made today when a glass of wine was placed down in front of me. I looked up at the person and it was Gale. "Thank you." I smiled,"we made 30 pounds today." I stood up grabbing the glass and walking with Gale over to my dad by the coolers. "30 pounds?" My dad asked me in surprise,"we use to only be able to make 2 or 4." "That's what happens when you move out of an RV and into a super lab." I smiled and took s sip of the wine,"holy shit this is good." "It's bogle." Gale said. "To Gale and his amazing taste in wine." I raised my glass and all three of them tinked together and we all took a sip. I glanced down at my wrist to my watch and noticed it was 8. So I quickly shot the rest of the wine in a very informal manner and looked at the two,"I have to go." "You do?" My dad asked and I nodded. "Yes cause I have someone at home waiting for Me." I nodded,"thank you Gale for the wine and the amazing coffee, I will see you both tomorrow." "Alright then, see you tomorrow (y/n)." Gale smiled and I walked away but I heard footsteps following me and I turned and saw my dad. "Thank you for doing this with me." He put his hand on my shoulder,"really." "Of course." I smiled and hugged him, his chin sat ontop of my head and then he kissed my hair,"I'll see you tomorrow." "See ya." I smiled and walked up the stairs and I left.

Jesses house- I got to jesses at 8:42, I closed my door and locked my car as I saw that same trunk that was there the other day, except this time, it's lights were on and it drove past me. I didn't see who was in it, so I shrugged it off. I walked up to the house. I grabbed my key and unlocked the door and swung it open. I closed and locked the door. "How was it?" I looked towards the two steps that lead out of the living room. "Uh amazing!" I smiled walking over to him,"we have this lab assistant, his names Gale, he's interesting to say the least." Yeah?" I nodded and gave him a kiss,"did you drink wine before you left?" "Gale brought a bottle." I nodded as we walked up the stairs,"I'm gonna take a shower." "Alright."

Jesses pov- Next morning-

I was doing more work on the list, and while I was doing it. I got a phone call, so I picked up my phone and it was Mr.white. "Yo." It was silent,"mr.white?" He hung up so I put my phone down and i went back to the list. "Hey." I heard (y/n) say as she sat down. "Hey." I smiled and gave her a kiss,"your dad just called me." "About what?" I shrugged. "Hung up, didn't say anything." My phone then rang again, so I picked it up,"yo?" "Man! That Heisenberg is taking the rv." I heard badger say. "What?" "Something about the DEA man. Bringing it to a junkyard to like destroy it." I grabbed my keys off the table and stood. "Badger get me that address!" I yelled,"(y/n) come on!" "I'm coming!" She yelled as I ran out of the house, I heard her close and lock the door. "Get me that address!"

"Yo!" I yelled as I stepped into the rv, (y/n) following behind me,"the fuck are you doin man?!" "Oh shit." He whispered and he rushed to the back window and looked out it,"you brought him to us." "What are you talking about?" I asked and (y/n) locked the RV door. I walked to the window and I saw a black truck outside, the same truck (y/n) saw the other day,"oh fuck." "It's him isn't it?" She asked,"it's hank?" "Ya." Mr.white nodded. We heard the truck door close and we locked all the windows and closed the curtains. "Motherfucker." (y/n) whispered as she leaned against the counter, we saw hanks silhouette, and heard the rattling of the locked window. We al stayed silent, as he walked and tried to open another window. "The hell do we do?" I whispered to mr.white as the doorknob rattled, we stepped back staying silent and just stared. "You lead him right to us." Mr.white looked at us both,"right to us." "Mr.pinkman! You wanna add resistance of arrest to your charge!? If you give urself up I'll let (y/n) off the hook!" Hank yelled and I stayed silent. A few seconds later, he was trying to pry the door open, so (y/n) went and sat against the door, holding it closed as Walter pushed it shut right next to her. "Mr pinkman, this is your last chance to do it the easy way!" Hank yelled and then we heard another voice. "You got a warrant?" It was some other old man. "Excuse me?" Hank asked. "I'm the owner of this yard, so you're trespassing, and that RV is obviously locked, so now you're breaking on, so I'm gonna ask again, you got a warrant?" "Don't need a warrant for an arrest." He chuckled, I looked down at (y/n) as she stood up slowly and backed away from the door. "You haven't witness anyone go into this RV. It's locked. You're just fishing, not gonna work for an arrest, you got no cause." The owner said and we saw the tape come off of the Door. "You see those?" Hank said as another hole shun light im. Walter and I backed up as (y/n) sat in the oassanger seat,"those are gun shot holes." "How could you have known they were there?" Walter whispered to me,"say it, how coukd you have known they were there before taking off the tape." "What? No!" I whispered back. "Say it."(y/n) whispered and I sighed and I did it. "How could you have known they were there before taking the tape off!" I yelled as (y/n) stepped towards us slowly. "Apparent probable cause!" Hank yelled "This is ny private domicile and I will not be harassed." (y/n) whispered. "This is my private domicile and I won't be harassed! Bitch!" I yelled and hank laughed. "You want a warrant! Fine! I'll have my boys come and bring one!" He yelled and we saw him walk away. "Can't we just...ram him? Reverse into his truck?" I asked panicking,"he's gonna Fuckin shoot me." "He's not-" I cut (y/n) off. "He's gonna Fuckin shoot me!" I whisper yelled as mr.white sat down,"mr.white what do we do?!" "I know." (y/n) said, she grabbed her phone and dial someone up,"hey Saul, I need a favor....I need you to place a call to hank Schrader...number is in my file I have his name, his wife's name, everything. Just make it an emergency..." I leaned against the counter ,"even better, make it quick." She hung up and walked over to the back of the rv. "What's he gonna do?" I asked. "Marie's getting a airlifted to the hospital." She smiled. She peaked out of the window and looked back at us quickly. "How is she?!" We heard hank say and his door close, soon we heard it skid out. "I'm Fuckin dead." She muttered as she walked to the door of the rv,"I'm Fuckin dead." "(y/n)." Walter said as he followed her out and ao did I,"(y/n) he has no idea about you." "He's knows I'm with Jesse! He's seen me at his house for the past few days!" She yelled. "He hasn't interviewed you, or even brought you in! You are fine!" I noticed the owner walking back to us and we just looked towards him.

Your pov-

The Industrial fork lift picked up the rv and put it into the smasher thing? I'm gonna be honest with you, I have no idea what the hell this thing is and I didn't really care. The three of us were watching were we started be destroyed. Completely smashed and packed together tightly. All the memories and fights and well...death, all just being packed and packed together. I felt jesses arm wrap around my shoulders and I leaned into him. The main reason why were all here is because of Jesse. The reason why I'm literally working in a super lab is because of Jesse...and we'll my fathers formula. "As much as this is sad...it's kinda like satisfying..." Jesse whispered to me. "You know what would be satisfying?" I looked up at him. "What?" He raised his brow and I leaned up to his ear. "Slapping you." I looked down at me with wide eyes and a smirk. "I mean...I wouldn't say no." He winked and I laughed. "Screw you." I rolled my eyes. "When and where? You pick." He kissed my temple. "Please stop." I heard my father say,"just...both of you shut up."

• The Holy Bible is real news, Biblical prophecies are today's news headlines!•  Keep a repentant and sincere heart. 

• Seek the Lord while He may be found. (Isaiah 55:6-7)• Salvation through Jesus Christ is for all people. Jesus Christ loves and died for ALL ethnicities. He does not esteem one ethnic group over another. The Lord looks at the heart, not the outward appearance... · "... For the Lord does not see as man sees; for man looks at the outward appearance, but the Lord looks at the heart." -1 Samuel 16:7 · "For there is no respect of persons with God." -Romans 2:11

• I believe Jesus is the way, the truth, and the life (John 14:6) 

• I do not rely on preachers and teachers to spoon-feed me Biblical scripture; I study the Holy Bible/Biblical Scripture for myself ("Study to shew thyself approved unto God, a workman that needeth not to be ashamed, rightly dividing the word of truth." -2 Timothy 2:15). What I've studied and stored in my heart is continuously with me. 

• Although I do not depend on or expect ‘preachers and teachers’ to spoon-feed me God’s Word, I am grateful for and respect Holy Ghost-filled and knowledgeable Christian leaders (e.g. pastors, ministers, teachers, etc.) Specifically: David Wilkerson, Emery Moss, George William Bogle Sr., G. Craige Lewis, George Bogle, Derek Prince, R.D. Henton, Charles Lawson, Dr. Kent Hovind, Amir Tsarfati, Jack Van Impe, Jacob Prasch, John Haller, etc. 

• You need to understand why and what you believe. (*It is ok to ask sincere questions.) 

�� Modern-day ‘Pharisees’ do exist. Pharisees are religious judgmental hypocritical individuals; They are NOT real Christians! Too many fake so-called 'Christians' pretend to love the Lord and people but their actions and the way they live their lives are contrary to what they say they believe. 

• Going to church doesn’t automatically make someone a Christian. There are many snakes and wolves that attend church services.

• Seeking Jesus Christ should always be a personal choice.

• Do NOT be lukewarm. (Revelation 3:15-16)

As long as you are alive you have a chance to repent and seek Jesus. He is the ONLY (and eternal) hope in this lost and dying world. Jesus loves us and wants us all to be right with Him.

PS.: There is an agenda bigger than being 💉ed or un💉. It is about CONTROL! No matter what political leaders, media or 'influencers' say, freedom of choice is important (those who think otherwise aren't intelligent!).

Life as we know it will never be the same. 'Normal' is never coming back (and it has nothing to do with a pandemic.) The 2020 pandemic was used as a springboard to bring forth a NWO (as described in Biblical scripture).

If you know, you know. If you don't know, I hope you wake up to what is truly occurring.

*TiffNote: This post in its entirety was originally posted circa 2021 via my Facebook page.

The Lucky Australian

Authors note: I wrote this a while ago. On a chilly April morning, I had never heard this song before and I fucking cried my eyes out when I did, this chapter obviously inspired by ANZAC day, this is a little diversion and I promise happier chapters after this. It has meaning to me, and to every Australian. I would highly recommend you listen to the song.

~~ 43 And The Band Played Waltzing Matilda ~~

And how well I remember that terrible day

How our blood stained the sand and the water

And of how in that hell that they called Suvla Bay

We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter

Johnny Turk, he was waiting, he'd primed himself well

He showered us with bullets and he rained us with shell

And in five minutes flat, he'd blown us all to hell

Nearly blew us right back to Australia

The year had marched on and entered a new one, rolling around to April. Aurora had been so excited to take Henry out more now that she had dubbed him an honorary Australian. First up was the royal easter show, it was massive and so easy to blend in that no one had noticed him, he was able to go through the whole day just enjoying show food, rides, more food, and exhibitions, before stopping at the showbag pavilion before dragging his tired and sunburnt body home.

Here, he lay though, cracking an eye open as an alarm rang out in the dark somewhere. He felt Aurora stir besides him as she rolled over to grab her phone.

“What time is it?” he asked groggily.

“It’s time to get up, this we cant be late for” Aurora made her way towards the bathroom to shower.

Staring at the ceiling he moved his tired body towards the running water, stepping into the bathroom he closed his eyes as the light assaulted his still adjusting vision.

He looked at Aurora in the shower, undressing himself before joining her.

“So, can you tell me what it is we’re doing today?”

Aurora nodded up at him as she began soaping up his body and washing his back, one of his favourite things she did for him.

“Today is a little more sombre. We’re going to a dawn service”

“For what?”

“ANZAC day”

He stood there enjoying her hands rub away the sleep still in his muscles. Aurora must’ve sensed his confusion.

“Have you not heard about it? You guys have Remembrance Day, which we do too, but ANZAC day is remembering the landing of our troops at Gallipoli”

“I know of it, but not all of it, given I’m British” Henry muttered.

“I don’t think you would be considering its more Australian History, but ill tell you…”

Aurora’s soft voice filled the shower as she finished soaping his back, turning him around to soap his chest, He smiled down at her as she finished her task, moving on to grab his shampoo and suds his hair.

“So, that’s why we are going to a dawn service at the ANZAC memorial. I thought it would be something that you would want to be a part of?”

“For sure, you know my family. If I am an honorary aussie, I should know this. What do we do after?”

“Play 2-up at the pub and drink”

Henry chuckled and nodded, stepping out of the shower as Aurora turned the water off, both getting ready for the day.

~~~~~~~~

There he stood, at the Cenotaph holding a candle, Aurora bundled to his side in the April chill. He looked around him at the hundreds of other people that came to pay their respects, the city unnervingly quiet.

“They shall grow not old,

as we that are left grow old;

Age shall not weary them,

nor the years condemn.

At the going down of the sun

and in the morning

We will remember them.”

He heard murmurs around him, Aurora one of them as the crowd responded “We will remember them. Lest we forget”

Their hushed voices fell as the Last post began. The sombre bugle call reverberating in the darkness, commemorating the ANZACs all at their final rest.

The sadness rippled through the crowd, its hard to describe the feeling of loss for someone you’ve never met, trying to imagine these young men and women who were called upon for their country. Who left their lives to go fight the war of old men. Not all war is necessary and when you look at the loss of life, of good lives, of everyday people there doesn’t seem to be much of an excuse for a few bratty people in positions of power constantly trying to assert that dominance. Lives were and are ruined, displaced, and ended. All for what? Power, land greed?

It’s unfair. Even now, soldiers don’t come back unharmed. The physical stuff is easy to see, the mental stuff far more insidious and harder to break through. No one should see war or endure it, whether its fighting or fleeing.

Henry felt the pang of utter sadness, he knew all too well the worry of having family in the armed forces, hoping to never get that phone call or telegram or letter they’ve died in battle. His heart heavy in chest at the utter despair and fear those who served would’ve felt as they landed at Gallipoli, they were lambs to a slaughter, too little prepared and still the pushed on, their comrades falling in front, beside and behind them. All for their loved ones, all for their country.

He looked towards Aurora, her head hung as she reached to wipe away a stray tear, he squeezed her a little tighter and rested his head on hers, he looked up to see the blood red of the dawn reaching out as if to bless the bronze statues standing at either end, the granite glittering with dew as the night made its leave.

The gathered crowd remained unbroken in their silence, in their respect, no one moved until the bugle sounded again, heads lifting to the sound as the service ended.

“Lest we forget” the MC finished.

Henry stayed with Aurora as they made their way to the memorial, laying down flowers among the many already at the feet of the ANZAC memorial. They both stood and stared at the space before them, lost in their own thoughts before Aurora gently tugged on his arm to move him away. They walked arm in arm in silence, Aurora leading him.

“Where to now?” His voice was small and fragile, as if almost afraid to speak. The emotion of the service still weighing on him.

“Lets find some food before the parade, we’re gonna need full bellies to drink on at the pub, then two up after 12”

“Why after 12?”

“Its illegal on any other day…” Aurora’s explanation began.

Aurora pulled him into a little café, the city slowly starting to move around them. After breakfast, she pulled them both along to the parade, both of them standing back to watch the old fella’s and the ladies march, young servicemen and women following behind them. The gold of their medals glittering in the weak morning sun contrasted against the khaki of their uniforms. Their sacrifices and continuing sacrifices not lost on those who stood aside watching them go, their silent thanks and support for all they did evident on their faces.

The parade ending, they dispersed, Henry in desperate need of a beer to lift his somber mood. Aurora smiled gently at him as she navigated the streets of Sydney. She nudged him as they walked and his arm wrapped around her, pulling her to his side. She held onto him, a silent pillar of comfort as they both processed the emotions of the day.

“Thank you for showing me that” Henry whispered. Aurora nodded

Soon enough, loud voices could be heard as they rounded a corner and they made their way to one of the many pubs that dotted the city.

“After all that, its time for a beer and to have some fun AZNAC style” Aurora said as she opened the door to the pub and stepped through, the decibels rising as he stepped in behind her. Here was the Australian spirit he had grown to love, on and off the battlefield.

I don’t know whether to laugh or cry. To win and score four goals is good. To be behind twice, at home, against the team that will probably go down with the worst record in premier league history - well that is bad!!

My particular query in this game was that I was somewhat surprised to find that the referee gave us a penalty - but the ball had crossed the line within a second or two of the offence. Why not just allow the goal to stand? It would have been the height of injustice had the penalty been missed. I asked my football correspondent about it, but he said that the referee had blown up, so that was that. Nevertheless, this is a weakness in the rules, and mark my words, it will happen one day in a vital match with a major club and there will be a stink…————-

hi - this match was originally due to be played in mid march when united still harboured hopes of finishing 4th or 5th - realistically those hopes have gone and 6th (where united have finished 3 times in the last 7 seasons) is the most optimistic placing united can hope for

united were the dominant side in the first half hour creating a few openings the best of which was spurned by garnacho - after 35 minutes united again repelled a sheffield raid and played the ball to onana to launch a fresh attack - unfortunately his pass to dalot was poorly paced and bogle dashed in and put sheffield ahead - but sheffield were only ahead for 7 minutes - a united free kick was cleared out to the left wing - garnacho chased and floated a cross to maguire who was on the edge of the 6 yard box at the near post - a glancing header found the net at the far post - half time 1 - 1

just a few minutes into the 2nd half sheffield scored again - it was a familiar goal for united to concede - the opposition get behind the united defence - the ball is pulled back for an incoming player to score - plenty of defenders around but not picking up anyone

once again sheffield couldn't consolidate - from a corner maguire managed to knock the ball goalwards as he was wrestled to the ground - quite similar to the penalty rodri 'won' for city earlier this season - the ref blew for a pen just before dalot nudged the ball over the line - if only the ref had waited 5 seconds - anyway bruno fired in the leveller

for the next 20 minutes the match was fairly even until bruno found space on the right outside the sheffield area and smashed in a rising left footed effort which beat the flailing keeper - 4 minutes later dalot lifted a ball over the sheffield defence for the tireless fernandes to pick up and set up hojlund for a 5 yard tap in

it felt all over but with recent events in mind 14 minutes felt a long time for united to see the match out  but see it out they did

united are back up to good old 6th again - next up is burnley at OT - a solid 2 - 0 win would be nice but united don't do solid do they

bye