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sullustangin · 3 months

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Fluffy February Day 5: Planet

SWTOR

Rating: T

Time: Roughly, now in canon

Pairing: Theron Shan/Eva Corolastor; whole crew makes an appearance

They awoke to the sound of her name being called. “Captain!” “Eva!” “Boss!” The cries came through the ship intercom system as they finally stirred.

Initially, Eva squirmed to try to tuck herself closer to him.

Duty called. “We’ve got to get up at some point, Eva,” Theron yawned.

Eva rolled slightly to prop herself up on his chest. “We finally get away from Odessen together, for the first time in six months. Now you’re telling me I have to leave our bed without being prompted by shrieking because my crew is probably running around holding the wrong end of a servodriver.”

Theron stretched his arms out to the side. “That, or Argo is having a fit wondering where we are.”

“Theron, you’ve heard that baby cry. We’d hear him from up here.”

He guffawed. The baby was safely stowed with Bowdaar, who adored Little Girl’s even littler boy. Eva’s maternity leave had abruptly ended when her boring excursion to Port Nowhere with Rass Ordo had launched her – and the Alliance – into a rescue of Ord Mantel.

Corso Riggs, of course, helped lead the charge. Now everyone was due for some R&R, but Eva had again followed Theron’s example of …not quite stopping work.

Eva dropped her head back down onto Theron’s chest. “You want to do this again sometime?”

“Of course.”

The ship’s intercom went off again, and another chorus of hails demanded Eva’s attention. “They aren’t going to get quieter,” Theron told her as he kicked at the covers.

With a huff, Eva got to her feet and pulled on one of her robes, adding some layer of protection to the green and gold pajamas. Then she smashed a finger into the intercom. “Is something on fire?”

“No,” replied Corso.

“Bleeding to death?”

“No.”

“Why are you waking me up?”

“We made it to Distilion.”

“I can’t believe you’re seriously naming it that.” Risha’s eyeroll was nearly audible.

Theron sighed too. He really shouldn’t have inspired her with the idea it was her mission to save all the wineries, distilleries, and other liquor-producing planets in the galaxy.

Now she’d karking bought a planet, with the intended purpose of making a booze planet. All the planetary beverages that had been taxed to death by the Eternal Empire? Eva’s plan was to bring them all back, with the traditional brewers, in a haven dedicated to alcohol. Distilion.

The Voidhound’s long-lost fortune… was not that lost.

Suddenly spry, Eva was a whirlwind as she assembled her clothes and popped into the fresher. She did a record-time run of her routine and was out the door.

By the time Theron made it out to the lounge, where C2 passed him a cup of caf. “Lana Beniko has just received the manifesto and bill of sale for the planet,” he dryly informed him.

Oh boy.

“You can’t just buy a planet and add it to the Alliance without any groundwork!” Aghast, Lana nearly tossed her datapad as she wildly gestured in the Odessen conference room.

Eva flashed a near-manic smile at her as Guss passed her a datapad. “New Imperial land ordinance said I could so I did!” Theron wasn’t sure if she was happier about the purchase or rattling Lana.

“We have no established government there – it’s just being handed off to us ‘as is’ and we have no inkling as to what ‘as is’ means!”

Eva’s wrist comm let out a squawk. “Money fixes everything, Lana, as far as ex-Pub or Imp worlds go. Go look at Rishi. And good timing, Lana. The seller is on the line.” Eva added another holographic image to the Thief’s holo comm unit.

A rough and tumble-looking Rodian appeared on the screen. “Good day, Captain. So happy you’ve come through for us financially.”

“And I’d like you to come through for us regarding the infrastructure, or else some funds will remain in escrow,” Eva replied evenly, taking the cup of caf that C2 offered her.

The Rodian’s snoot shriveled up for a moment. “Fine. Didn’t expect you to take the property entirely without a problem. We have our share of separatist problems –”

“What sort of seps?” Corso asked, archly.

“Given this was an Imperial planet, probably those who wish to go to Republic. Or at least the Alliance,” Akaavi said, leaning in the doorway.

“Minor sewage –”

“80% of the planet does not have indoor plumbing,” Eva read off the datapad.

“Occasional volcanic –”

“There’s a massive line of tectonic activity at the equator.” Eva squinted at the numbers. “Less volatile than the deep mining in Makeb, so I think we can work with that.”

“Don’t forget the parts of the lowlands that need a respirator due to the toxic waste burial sites from two wars ago.” Guss jabbed at the datapad.

Eva pointedly looked up at her Rodian counterpart. “Why would you sell this treasure trove?”

The Rodian sputtered, and then –

Theron nearly burst out laughing as he saw the internal crisis play out on the Rodian’s face. He thought he was off-loading a cesspit on Eva, backed up by the data, but now he was wondering if he’d let it all go for too little – and now he’d always wonder, since the initial documents had been inked – with real ink, knowing her.

Some things were worth more than the credits.

“I… I work hard to make a better life for my Wookiee.” He mumbled as he tried collect himslf.

Guss perked up. “That your honey name for tall, shiny, and intimidating over there?” He pointed at the bounty hunter next to him (not a Mandalorian, but he certainly had the disposition down pat).

“No, my Wookiee. Kawrog,” the Rodian replied. He visibly untensed and the face was unscrunched. “More accurate to say I’m his fourth pet cat or something. He’s 152 now.”

Eva thumbed toward the general direction of the crew quarters. “Bowie’s celebrating 215 later this year. Whenever the Naboo Food Festival is.”

“Oh, he enjoys that too? Kawrog is a snob now that he’s been –”

Somehow, Wookiees and smugglers always worked things out.

@fluffyfebruary

#fluffy february #swtor fan fiction #theron shan #theron shan x smuggler #oc: eva corolastor #lana beniko #guss tuno #risha drayen #corso riggs #akaavi spar #bowdaar #c2-n2 #yes i am salty we didn't get time with corso when we saved his damn planet #oc: argento shan

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swtorpadawan · 2 years

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🌙🎁🧑‍🦰 for Corellan?

Misc. Ask Meme

🌙 - What’s their sleep schedule like? On most days? You can set his wake up time like clockwork. He rises early, briefly meditates, and then spars with a partner. Back when he was on his Defender, this meant sparring with Scourge. Later on Odessen, it usually meant sparring with Arcann. (Kira is a light-riser. He spars with her in the early evening.) Then a quick shower, and breakfast.

🎁 - How do they feel about their birthday/birthdays in general? Fun fact - Corellan has no idea what his birthday is. He was a refugee infant during the first war, and there were no records of him after he was evacuated. He doesn't know his real name.

Kira eventually figures out the date he was evacuated, and insists they celebrate. He rolls with it, because Kira.

He's totally cool celebrating other people's birthdays, though.

🧑‍🦰 - Have they ever dyed their hair? Ever cut it themself? He actually dyed his hair once because Theron had him do an undercover job. (Read about that here.) I don't think he'd do so on his own. He's not great with hair. You can set a watch by his haircut. He actually has C2-N2 cut his hair. Maybe Kira can convince him to mix it up sometime. She'd love to see him with a ponytail.

Thanks for the asks!

#swtorpadawan asks #Misc. Ask Meme #oc: corellan halcyon #ermingarden #c2-n2 #backup #arcann #lord scourge

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commandermahariel · 1 year

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Aric Jorgan vs C2-N2

#swtor #swtor sexyperson showdown #aric jorgan #c2-n2

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gothamcityneedsme · 1 year

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sorry fellas, im taken

#shitpost #c2-n2 keeps critting on my crafting for endgame shit so i guess im married to him now

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simmsstoeslover12 · 11 months

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controlofwhatido · 6 months

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fic: you crashed into my life (and here's some sugar)

Title: you crashed into my life (and here's some sugar) Pairing: Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes Rating: Explicit Word Count: 11k Tags: Captain America Bucky Barnes, Pre-Serum Steve Rogers, Bakery Shop Owner Steve Rogers, Top Bucky, Bottom Steve, Steve hates the Avengers

Summary: Slices of life when a bakery shop owner hates Captain America

Notes: Written for the Shrinkyclinks Double Bang 2023 at @buckybarnesevents! Huge thank you to @metalbvcky for all the adorable cupcake art and all the help getting this fic plotted out! Thank you to HR and Kam for running a fantastic event!

Also written for: @buckybarnesbingo Y3: My Best Suit. @stuckyversebingo B3: Strangers To Lovers, @stuckybingo B3: The Shield, N2: Scott Lang, G3: Touching Foreheads. @cabottombingo B2: Cradling someone in their arms. @steverogersbingo C2: Jarvis, E1: Competence

Read on AO3!

#shrinkyclinksdoublebang2023 #buckybarnesbingo2023 #stucky verse bingo #stucky fic #stevebucky fic #control writes fic

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cable-knit-sweater · 7 months

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one deep breath out from the sky

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes

Rating: E

Word count: 9k

Tags: Shrunkyclunks (sort of), Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes, Smut & Feels, Dom/Sub, Dom Bucky Barnes, Sub Steve Rogers, Brat Steve Rogers, Friend with Benefits, Impact Play, Anal Sex, Face Slapping (blink and you miss it) Overstimulation, Begging, Dirty Talk

Summary:

The last thing Steve wants is to be at this gala, schmoozing influential people that Steve mostly despises. He knows the Avengers need the publicity and support after recent events, but ideally, they'd get it literally any other way than through an event like this. So he's already not having the best evening. It's made even worse when his fuck buddy - who also happens to be on SHIELD's most wanted list - shows up at the event to assassinate one of their guests. Because of course he does. Even if Steve doesn't really want to, he'll use force to stop Bucky if necessary. Or he'll drop to his knees in the nearest bathroom to get his mouth on Bucky. It really could go either way.

Written for @mxaether , happy (early) birthday my love!!! 💗💗

Chapter 1: Fill for @steverogersbingo card: SB3030 | Square: C2 - Gala/Party & @stuckybingo card: 5022 | Square: N2 - "What are you waiting for?"

Chapter 2: Fill for @stuckybingo card: 5022 | Square: B4 - Kink: Hotel Room Sex & @cabottombingo card: CABB2020 | Square: A2 - Bratty

Chapter 3: Fill for @cabottombingo card: CABB2020 | Square: E2- Begging & @buckybarnesbingo card: B003 | Square: C2 - Kink: Overstimulation

Read on AO3

#maya tries to write #stucky fic #stucky bingo #bbb2023 #Steve Rogers Bingo Round 3 #cabottombingo #steve rogers bingo #steve rogers x bucky barnes #stucky #fic

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corruptlight · 3 months

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Oh, My Love - A SWTOR Story

In which the Commander gets stabbed on Nathema instead of Theron Shan.

Its me back on my bullshit instead of sleeping (help) and I've been in SWTOR brainrot for a long while now and I keep thinking and creating stories based off my silly little swtor characters.

This isn't edited by the way

"I love you Theron, please, come home." Lana shuts off the holo and Sylvi begins to leave the room. Not saying a word as Lana watches sadly, knowing it was better not to say anything.

"I'm going for a walk in the woods, clear my mind." Was all she said before leaving, and not even going towards the woods. Sylvi heads for a secret shared apartment that no one knew off except her, Theron, and C2-N2.

It was for her to stop Theron being a workaholic and sleep and for her to get away from the alliance and being its commander. She lazily opens the door, before walking towards the lounge and slumping onto it. Too lost in her mind, the only thing keeping her going had ceased to exist and she finally tumbled down into a dark abyss of depression, shame, and self-loathing.

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"I swear when I get my hands on him-" Trygve starts while Ingrid and Víðarr stand with him in the field where the former Cipher Nines ship resides.

"Trygve..." Víðarr starts but Trygve swirls to face him with a firm finger pointed at him.

"HE WILL FEEL EVERY AGONY, EVERY FORM OF TORTURE POSSIBLE FOR WHAT HE DID. I WILL SEE HIM BREAK FOR WHAT HE DID TO HER!" Trygve yells, making Ingrid flinch to hide behind Víðarr making the male twin sigh and calm himself slightly at her behavior.

"Brother, we will find him. I promise you, and we will make him pay," Víðarr assures, "But, you cannot deny something about this is off."

Ingrid moves from her position slightly behind the Sith, opening her mouth to say something before her comlink goes off.

"Ingrid here," She says while answering it.

"Its Hylo, we've found the pirate that keeps raiding the transports." Hylo Viz explains before disconnecting, making Ingrid close her eyes.

"I'll go, I sense something about this that's... familiar." Ingrid says to the brothers.

"Sense what?" Trygve quizzes, making Ingrid smile slightly.

"I sense someone that I'll love until the stars go cold." The Zabrak then turns on her heel and walks away with haste.

"Andronikos revel." Víðarr whispers with a small smirk.

"That pirate that helped her recover Tulak Hord's artifact on Tatooine?" Trygve asks.

"How do you-- another time. Lets go find Lana and figure our next move to find Theron."

"Vaylin! You have too stop her!"

"It is a tainted world."

"The Force is... wrong here."

"There are things in there even I cannot protect you from."

Sylvi shoots up in a sweat, another nightmare plaguing her sleep, however, this time it felt like a warning from the Force.

"Nathema..." She whispers before springing to her feet, half consciously, half on auto-pilot.

She needed to leave Odessen, without anyone knowing, following or finding her. Suddenly feeling like she was in a jail, she checked her armor before clipping her dualsaber to her belt. She walks to her wardrobe and finds a black cloak, heaving it over herself she pulls her hood up and leaves the apartment.

She blocks off all her bonds and shrouds her force signature, suppressing it from the force users all over the planet. She knew she had to take a ship without a tracker on it, or land then use the auto-pilot to send it adrift in the galaxy.

'That would throw them off my scent.' Sylvi realizes before maneuvering to the hanger. It was midnight and no sane person would be up unless they were on patrol.

The raven haired Jedi peeks around the corner, seeing an officer on patrol. Though she hated it, Sylvi forces them into a sleep before gently having them fall to the ground and running across to the fighters. She looks around before force leaping onto a fighter, once she does she hears voices coming towards the hanger before they notice her sleeping soldier.

"Over there!" Admiral Aygo calls out before getting onto the comms and shouting orders for flight control. Because the group couldn't identify Sylvi, they figured her to be a spy, saboteur, or assassin and that was a means for capture at any cost.

"Sithspit." Sylvi curses under her breathe before getting the ship fired up and getting ready to fly out.

In her quarters, Ingrid stirs feeling a heavy and firm arm around her waist. The Zabrak hears her comm beeping and uses the force to bring it to her.

"This better be important." Ingrid hisses.

"Ingrid! We have a situation in the hanger with an unknown assailant attempting to flee in a fighter. Their intent is unknown and they appear to be a force user!" Aygo explains making her groan, feeling the person behind her start to wake.

"I might not be able to get there in time." Ingrid replies, while attempting to move but the arm around her waist keep her flush to the persons chest.

"Understood, we will attempt to detain them." Aygo tells her before she turns off her commlink.

"Andronikos..." Ingrid starts but the pirate wasn't letting her go.

"Forget them, they've got it handled." He tells her lazily, planting kisses on her shoulders and gently taking the commlink and throwing it somewhere.

"This is important."

"So? You've skipped out on dark council meeting for less." Andronikos argues, not letting her go after getting her back. The pirate moves towards the Zabraks neck slowly, knowing it would help his argument for her to stay.

"Yes... I... I know this, but..." She keeps trailing off, finding it difficult to speak, and Andronikos smirks knowingly.

"But, Sith?"

Sylvi gets the fighter moving and knows Aygo and attempting to comm her, but she left it in the staging area so he wasn't getting an answer. She watches as he sends men to go find her in what most assumed were her private quarters.

Once she finds the opportunity she flies out of the hanger and into the atmosphere while getting the hyperdrive ready and finding the tracker at the same time.

Eventually, finds two wires she remembers her brothers telling her were for the tracker and weapons.

"Blast, which one was it." Sylvi asks herself before deciding to pull them both out.

What could go wrong?

As she pulls the wires an alarm start blaring to tell her weapons were disabled. She groans before glancing to see if she was clear to jump.

"Flying is for droids." She grumbles before entering hyperspace.

Leaving her with only her thoughts and the stars.

#swtor #swtor sith warrior #swtor spoilers #jedi consular #swtor jedi knight #swtor sith inquisitor #lana beniko #theron shan #altara legacy #my characters #swtor oc #star wars the old republic #i am tired #this is really just for me #my silly little ocs

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personalswtorheadcanons · 5 months

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(to all characters) what would make you genuinely angry and annoy you?

Oro’a: Betrayal and insubordination. I've killed for less. I suppose Khem could stop calling me "Little Sith".

Zaedesh: Vette's sassiness annoys me yet I find it endearing. I even took a few lessons from her to irritate Baras.

Leyka: Kaliyo's penchant for chaos is...unpleasant, to say the least.

Dedalera: Some of Gault's "get rich quick" schemes get on my nerves. Especially if I'm dragged into the consequences.

Nivirhy: Doc's flirting with other women is irritating but emotion leads to the dark side. I've been talking to him about it.

Sorla: Qyzen tends to miss when using the refresher on the ship. Luckily C2-N2 keeps the ship clean.

Teeubo: Honestly? I love Corso, but his chivalry act makes my eyes roll. And I'm the biggest flirt in the galaxy!

Zenahi: Jorgan, Vik, and Yunn all need to start learning how to put the seat down!

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sullustangin · 2 months

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Fluffy February Day 29 (Late BUT Done!): Fresh

SWTOR

Time: Anytime after SOR

C2-N2 was most gratified by the Captain’s latest adjustments to his boards. They were most appropriate to his current task. They would also be utilized in other similar operations during the year (leading the task force in cleaning Odessen seasonally, and yes, he was the head of that task force. It was the greatest honor a Hollis could have imagined.)

She had given him the ability to hum.

Yes, the notes were regimented and perfectly on pitch, with little variation beyond his synthesized voicebox. Yes, the songs were limited to ten (10), and she’d have to find a memory card expansion to store more without infringing on other vital operations.

That all said, C2 could now hum. He did not care for whistling; other droids could whistle, mostly as an error notification or a “look at me!” demand. Master Coros Riggs whistled, regularly, but it suited him. C2-N2 didn’t think whistling suited him; it suited astromechs or perhaps a gonk droid. Not him.

And so C2 hummed as he began the spring cleaning of Virtue’s Thief. All was quiet, and soon, the ship would be in top condition, at least in terms of the interior. He had already opened all of the viewports to permit the fresh, cool air of Odessen to filter in. The ship was empty, for now.

…unfortunately, he had not anticipated the chaos of the day to begin so early.

The pounding of feet across the catwalk was his first signal that his task would not be completed today.

The Captain knew she’d fouled up his plans the second her boots crossed the threshold, and she smelled the lemon-scented cleaner he always used. “C2! Ah, hell, I’m sorry, but the Thief’s gotta fly.”

And then everyone burst past her as the entire crew: Corso, Risha, Bowdaar, Akaavi, and Guss, plus Lord Beniko and Agent Shan, piled onto the ship for the next adventure

“Watch your step --!!”

“AIIIIEEE!”

“I need all of these viewports shut for launch!”

“He put my toolkit up out of the way – Bowdaar, get it for me!”

“…I need to change. I hit the bucket.”

“If I dragged your ass around the ship, we’d be able to mop the floor for him.”

“Have you ever considered using lavender and vanilla? Might add a calming effect to this place.”

“That would be false advertising, Master Tuno.”

“Ehhh, we’ve done worse things.”

“Can you tell him it should be a fast hop? One pick-up, minimal shooting if any, then right back home.”

“I can’t believe they demanded such a fast turnaround on the decision and the execution.”

“Welcome to Alliance, Lana, where we do things that the Republic won’t and the Empire can’t.”

“…bloody hell, I’ll make tea. It’s 1600 anyway.”

“I’m still flashing red lights on the viewports. I need them shut or this is gonna be a real fast trip into the void.”

…

C2-N2 hummed as he did his best to tidy up one small piece of the ship’s interior at a time. Today, it would be the lounge, the one vacant part of the ship at the moment. The Thief would eventually be fresh this spring… but there were always delays, every year.

And C2 did not mind.

@fluffyfebruary

#swtor fanfiction #oc: eva corolastor #c2-n2 #Day in the Life #fluffy february

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greyias · 1 year

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After spending way too long futzing with things, I have finally turned the in-game reflections back up to maximum insanity (with no FPS hit, sweet!) Now it looks like C2-N2 dunked his head into a giant bucket of metal polish. Perfection.

#grey's silly swtor tag #(tumblr helpfully suggested my game breaking tag)#(but i did NOT break the game for once)

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ask-the-six-human-souls · 1 year

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If you don't mind, here's a list of all the expressions id like you to draw! (you dont have to do them all, ofc.. dont wear yourself out <33 ) i hope you'll have a field day with these !!

Edge list! :

A1 - Lucas

B1 - Matthew

C1 - Amy

D4 - Kaden

Mix list! :

A1 - Matthew

C1, D3 - Justin

B1 , C2 - Pate

B3, B4 - Amy

D2 - Kaden

Purple list! :

B1 - Matthew

H3, A2 - Justin

F3 - Kaden

J1, I2 ,C1, F1, N2, L3, K3, A1, B1 - Lucas

Eyebrow list! :

B3, E1 - Matthew

A3, C3 - Lucas

D1 - Kaden

A1 , B1 - Justin

Pink List! :

A2 - Kaden

T3 - Matthew

H3 - Lucas

W3 - Pate

((Hoooo boy! That sure is a lot of expressions!!!

I obviously didnt do them all, but, I did most of them! Thanks for sending so many! These challenges are always really fun!!! ^^

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aro-langblr · 1 year

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What does "English (C2), Spanish (C2), Japanese (N2), German (B2), Lithuanian (A2)" mean?

It's talking about my proficiency in each of my target languages. Most languages (especially, European ones) follow the CEFR scale. A1 is the most beginner level, and C2 is the most adavnced.

[Image description: A color coded scale explaining the basic division of the CEFR levels. The levels in increasing proficiency are A1, A2, B1, B2, C1, C2 /END ID]

Essentially, I'm fluent in English and Spanish. I'm proficient in German. And I'm an upper-stage beginner in Lithuanian.

Japanese is a bit different. Not all languages follow the CEFR. Japanese uses an N5-N1 scale, with N5 being the most beginner and N1 being the most advanced. Since I'm N2 level, I'm an advanced learner.

Other languages that don't use the CEFR are Korean (TOPIK scale) and Chinese (HSK scale) among others.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

#thank you for the ask! I hope this clarified all of your questions #answered

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anchanted-one · 1 year

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Legend of Vajra Chapter 26. Downtime

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43208574/chapters/110214738

Bay 12-Aurek

“Would you fucking look at that!” Kira breathed. “You’ve made it, boss! You’re a great name in the order.”

Vajra just nodded, all ability to speak just swept away. Whether it was by design or by chance, Coruscant’s sunlight came through at just the right angle to bathe the starship before him in a halo of golden light. The head of the white-and-red ship had a hammerhead shape, giving it the look of a Thranta-class corvette flipped onto one side. On each side of the hammer were dual-blaster turrets. The twin ion-engines looked like they could propel the ship at speeds comparable to starfighters. Vajra wondered about the ship’s maneuverability. Were these ships designed for a real dogfight? Could a skilled crew use in a pitched battle?

Not that he’d be finding out anytime soon. Hopefully, never. He had full confidence in his ability to fight on the ground. But in space? Especially if he was a mere, helpless passenger? The idea itself made him nervous.

“A real, Defender-class Corvette,” he said at last. “The ‘VIP’ Jedi ship. Let’s go! I want to look over every inch of this beauty!”

“Right-ho, boss!” Kira ran almost ten steps before shouting at him, “LAST ONE IN’S GOTTA DO ALL THE CHORES—whaaa?”

Vajra ran as fast as he could. Even without the Force augmenting it, his body was strong and fast.

He caught up in seconds, and reached the door before her. “Next time you challenge me to a physical contest, do so when you’ve already crossed the finish line!”

“No-ho, ho!” she wailed.

“I expect you to keep my bunk cleaner than Master Satele’s vocabulary.”

“Yes, Master,” she said gloomily.

“Hey, I’m just kidding! I’d never force my adorable little Padawan to do my chores for me!” he gave her a sideways hug.

“I lost, fair and square.”

“Kira, please. I need to do my share. And I want to do them with you; gives us more time to talk!”

“We’re gonna have plenty of time,” she said amusedly.

“Only till we get you back to Master Kiwiiks. I’m just here to make sure you don’t conquer the world while she’s not looking.”

Kira snorted and returned his sideways hug.

T7 eventually caught up, whistling enthusiastically about the armor and cooling system. “Really? Damn, I hope I get to inspect it properly after we check in!”

Vajra climbed the ramp to see a gold-plated protocol droid bursting to meet him.

“Good Morning, Masters! It’s a pleasure to meet you at last! I am C2-N2, and I have been appointed as the steward of this vessel.”

“Nice to meet you, C2,” Vajra bowed. “This is Kira Carsen.”

Kira waved. “I’m secretly evil!”

“And this is T7-01.”

<Greeting!> T7 chirped.

“And I am Vajra Devarath.”

“A pleasure to meet you, everyone.” C2 paused a second and looked at Kira. “Secretly evil?”

<Padawan: Kira Carsen = has a sense of humor,> T7 explained. <Classification: a little wicked.>

“Ah, I see! That’s alright then. But I humbly request you to let me know ahead of time, if you have any pranks planned. Especially if it’s the messy sort.”

“Hey, don’t worry, my Master and I have a ‘no-making-trouble-for-droids’ policy!” Kira patted the droid.

“I’d like to clarify your functions aboard our ship,” Vajra requested.

“Certainly, Master! It is my task to keep this vessel stocked. If you ever need food, clothing, parts, luxuries, or replacements in need, you can put them on the list. I will restock right before takeoff. I am also programmed to be a chef. I can make cook a wide variety of dishes for the both of you.”

“YESSS!” Kira screamed, pumping her fists into the air. “I want your most sinfully cheesy lasagne today. And some cake!”

“Of course, Master! In addition, I am well-versed in over six million forms of communication! Should your implant not have a language, or a particularly isolated dialect, you can call on me to translate for you. Even if I don’t know a language, I am programmed to learn enough for a proper dialogue, in under six hours.”

“Perfect! I hope that means you can teach me some languages!” Vajra cried. “I, er. Don’t like implants.”

“How very unusual! Your profile does not say you have an aversion to technology. Quite the opposite, in fact!”

“It’s true, I am good with technology… it’s just implants and stims which I don’t like. Using them feels like cheating.”

“I see. Very well, I will attempt to teach you multiple languages at the same time. But I do recommend you keep your comm handy; organic minds cannot learn nearly as many languages, unaided.”

“Sadly, yes.”

“And, finally, I am programmed to do such things as routine maintenance and chores. At least when you are too preoccupied for it; I’m told you Jedi prefer to clean up after yourselves.”

“Most do,” Kira nodded. “Us included.”

“Would you like a tour of your new ship, Master?”

“Of course, C2.”

Vajra looked over the ship from bow to stern. Right out of the factory, its every surface gleamed in the lights. The light bluish-grey paint on the walls were yet spotless. The entire ship was brightly lit, with strip lights on the steps. He tried to give Kira the private room, but she firmly refused him. He was happy to see that the cargo hold was big enough for Lightsaber training. And someone had known to provide him with a box of training supplies.

The hold was big enough to carry supplies for a modestly-sized village. In case he was ever assigned on relief missions, he was told.

There was a meeting room with an intercom and a table big enough for fifteen. It had an attached bar and sound system, as well as a holotable.

There was a long-range holo terminal in the spacious lounge, to which the galley and crew quarters were attached. The crew had a dedicated locker room to store their effects. Kira immediately picked out a room with a shower and fresher for herself, and made requests to make it feel homey.

These included a personal holo table, a bouncier mattress, air fresheners, a mini refrigerator, and a lock for privacy.

“I wonder if I can get my rabbits here,” Vajra wondered, but shook his head. “No. A starship is no place for my little darlings.”

“Did you say your ‘little darlings’?” Kira snickered.

Vajra didn’t hear her, as he began turning around, thinking about the different areas in the ship, and the machines they housed. Everything here was a lot more sophisticated than he was used to, but he was confident that he could do things like routine maintenance by himself. Perhaps he could learn more about maintaining ships. “T7, C2, can you teach me more about ship systems too? Primarily, how to maintain them.”

“Well… of course, Sir.”

“You’re right, T7. I guess I need to speed up the tour, too…”

“All that’s left is the cockpit, sir. Your assigned pilot droids will be here shortly, after which we can begin preparing for takeoff; but since it’s empty, we have a chance to see everything up close.”

C2 took them to the front, and showed them all the different controls and consoles in the ship. “I do hope you won’t be asking for flying lessons too!”

“Eventually, Vajra said. “If only because I might not always have someone else to fly me.”

“Of course, Sir. With the tour concluded, I will begin prepping the meal Master Kira requested. Please make yourselves at home!”

“Hey, Master,” Kira whispered after both droids were gone. “I need a favor. Please.”

“Of course, Kira.”

“Well, three favors,” she amended herself. “First off, you know how much I like erotic fiction and art, right? Well… I’ve had my eye on a few pieces and books for a long time. Trouble is, Master Kiwiiks is kinda… prudish. One time she got real mad at me when she caught me touching myself. That’s why I haven’t bought this kinda stuff already. I want to now, and keep them in my room. And when I return to Master Kiwiiks, can you hold onto them for me until I’m a Knight too?”

“Of course. I’m your lackey, after all.”

“Thanks. Secondly, and a little related. I don’t much like the fashion I have to live with. I don’t wear these parsec-long skirts because I like them. I want to show off some skin, and wear some better-tailored clothes. To be… admired by men and women. I know it’s a double-edged sword, but that’s what I feel most comfortable in. I need to know if you’re okay with me wearing, like, a tank top or something. With a bit of my chest and stomach exposed. And some black and red mixed into my color scheme. A bit more makeup too.”

“I see. Go for it! Feel as sexy as you want to. And your last favor?”

“I’ve been holding myself back, but… I want to get sexually active again. I know we’re underage for brothels and bars, but there’s still plenty of places for me to hook up with a partner looking for a fun night. I want to be allowed to party. And maybe, to bring someone to my room.”

“I’m sorry, Kira, but I can’t allow just anyone to board the ship,” Vajra said apologetically. “Look at what happened with Tarnis.”

“Good point.”

“But I won’t get in the way of your fun, when we get time for it. Just… don’t turn off your comms. Or your tracker, in case a Sith pops out of the ground and you need backup.”

Kira smiled in relief. “You’re the best!” she said gratefully.

The doors opened a few moments later, and a soldier walked in with a pair of spindly-looking droids.

He saluted. “Morning, Sirs! These are your new pilot droids. Brand new PL-7A models. They’re the best in the galaxy. They can get you out of a tough spot, no problem. But don’t expect them to work as well as combat pilots!”

“Is there a difference?” Vajra asked.

“Of course, Sir! Combat pilots have to think about mission targets other than merely personal safety. In addition, flying in a hot zone requires coordination and cooperation. Something these droids can’t do as well. Finally, staying in a battle for more than ten minutes overheats their systems from all the calculations they have to do.”

“I see… yes, it’s definitely better if we learn to fly by ourselves soon.”

“Don’t sweat it! Most Jedi use pilot droids, as it frees up their time. If you’ll sign here… and, that’s it! I see the droids have gotten ready, so you can prepare for takeoff.”

Once he left, Kira whispered to him. “Sorry for breaking character for a moment, kid. But the soldier, T7 and C2 all made a fascinating point. Your time and energy are limited. Not to mention, valuable. Don’t try to do too much.”

“I—of course. Sorry. I’m just too excited.”

“No sweat. I’ve seen how much you love to learn new things.” She clapped his shoulder. “Character break over!” Withdrawing her hand, she bowed. “Shall we prepare for takeoff, Master?”

“Let’s!”

The queue was even longer than Var Suthra had told him. It had been hours since he got on board, and it would be hours more before they lifted off. In that time, both Jedi had turned in, taken a long nap, and woken up again. Kira was in the shower right now, while Vajra practiced his gymnastics in the spacious cargo hold.

He spent half an hour warming up before creating a miniature course for himself using cargo crates. For the next hour, he practiced flips, rolls, handstands, splits, cartwheels, handsprings, walkovers, and somersaults.

He started moving the crates back into their positions when he was done, wishing he could have practiced his parkour as well. He heard polite applause as he did so.

“Really nice form!” she complimented him. “You can do this competitively, if you want to! You’d be a superstar!”

“I would, wouldn’t I?” he smiled.

“I came to let you know; the food will be ready in thirty minutes. We’re having lasagna, baby!” she cheered. “Haven’t eaten one in forever!”

“Another restriction by Master Kiwiiks?”

“I love her. Heck, there are times I want to get in bed with her. But I don’t have to be an ascetic just coz she’s one too.”

“There, there!” he patted her head. Awkwardly, as he tried to keep his sweaty body away from her. “It’s just us for a few weeks, so you can take a load off. And I won’t comment if I hear you crying out Master Kiwiiks’ name.”

She chuckled. “I said ‘there are times,’ stupid! It’s not like I’m in love with her!” she jumped. “Err—that is to say, Master.”

Vajra raised an eyebrow. “I’m going to demand the Masters raise you, so that you go back to calling me ‘Vajra’. Even ‘stupid’ sounds better.”

She laughed. “I’m really sorry. But it has to be done. Others need to be reminded that you’re a Knight despite your age. And I don’t want to slip up.”

“Yeah, you’re right. But I don’t have to like it.”

They feasted on C2’s lasagne after Vajra washed up.

The first bite was pure heaven, and Vajra made a sound, which he had never heard himself make before. “Is this how tasty food can be?!” he whispered.

Kira gave him a big grin. “When you told me my spice mix was the most delicious thing you’d ever eaten, I knew you’d not had real food before. Now, dig in!”

Vajra had to fight not to just press his face into the plate. As it was, he ate with a lot more gusto than he normally did.

“Uh-oh, looks like I’m breaking my promise to Master Satele,” Kira said with her mouth full. “Fuck, this droid can cook! Anyway, I promised her I wouldn’t corrupt you, but looks like I’ve given you a taste for fine food!”

He nodded fiercely. “All… this… cheese!”

“Cheese is heaven! Cheese is truth!” Kira swallowed another mouthful, and a dreamy expression came over her face as she savoured it. Vajra forced himself to eat more slowly too… to taste it better.

In an effort to ignore the tantalizing smell, he decided to chat. “Hey, Kira? Break character this one time.”

“Sure. What is it?”

“I just realized that I don’t know all that much about you.”

She raised an eyebrow. “You don’t? Well. It’s not like my past self was anything like the Kira you know. I don’t talk about it… coz it’s not pretty.”

“You don’t have to tell me about your past. I mean the Kira I know, now. One of my best friends. But you don’t have to tell me, if you don’t want to—”

“Well, so long as we stick to my Jedi life, it’s fine. Ask me any seven questions you want.”

“Oh, goody!” Vajra smiled, and cracked all of his knuckles. Kira lowered her spoon to watch that, and laughed unexpectedly hard.

“Never seen or heard four hands’ worth of knuckles being cracked before!”

“Which of your skills is your favorite?”

“I like hotwiring speeder bikes. And riding them. It’s surprising that Master Kiwiiks allows such hobbies, but draws the line at showing a bit of skin…”

“Master Kiwiiks let you steal bikes?”

“Oh, no! I had to return them in the morning!”

“Nice! I used to go speeding on Uphrades.”

“Why’d you stop?”

“One of my friends had a bad accident. Hit a cliff wall at such speed… it was horrible. I’ve since lost my taste for racing, myself.”

“Ah. Got you. Sorry about your friend.”

“Thanks. Next question: what’s your favorite pastime?”

“I like window shopping for trinkets. I even buy some, sometimes! Here, check this out!” she pulled out a small, circular object on a chain. It was like an overlarge locket. She opened its front face to reveal a device like an old clock. “It’s a model pocket chrono! Very old-fashioned! Like, millennia ago. Went out of popularity after technology upgraded from analogue displays. This one’s just a replica, one made by a street artist.”

“Wow!” Vajra looked at it.

“I have a few more interesting things that I pick up when I can. Most of it goes into my storage locker on Tython.”

“You thinking of bring out some to spruce up your room?”

“That’s the plan!”

“Next question: have you had any lovers since joining the Jedi?”

She sighed. “No. And not for a lack of trying. I’ve fancied a few people, and been fancied by a lot more… but never found the right person for me.”

“I hope you’ll find the one.”

“Thanks. In the meantime, I’m gonna rely on hook ups and stuff. And some nice entertainment.”

“Got it.”

“I’ll share all of my stuff with you when you’re eighteen.”

“Next question: what’s your favorite food?”

“Loaded sundaes in the Coruscant dairy.”

“Next time we’re there, I’ll buy you some. For being a good Padawan.”

“Encouragement? I likes!”

“Ambitions in life.”

“Eh… I want to get into politics. Really get into politics. Run for Senate, run for Chancellor, maybe. We Jedi have a unique perspective, after all, given our insight into the Force. We could do some real good up there! Instead of just sitting in the sidelines and groaning about the corruption.”

She made an interesting point. “You have my vote!”

“Thanks!”

“What kind of books do you like to read?”

“I only read erotica right now.”

“Oh. Okay. Last question. What’s your favorite place in the galaxy?”

She closed her eyes for a second. “Strangely enough… my hospital bed on Tython. You and Jasme came in to baby me every day. I knew we were friends, but that period made it feel real. Like you cared for me, liked hanging out with me. Enough to work it into your busy schedules. I know I was bored silly at the time, but… in hindsight, it made me love you two like a family. I felt peaceful. Happy. And the window had a great view; there was a tree outside with a nest of bluebirds. And the lake beyond it gleamed in the evening sun.”

Vajra leaned right and hugged her. “I see you as family too.”

She giggled. “Good. Hey!” She jumped out of her seat and darted into her room. She emerged a few seconds later with a gift in her hand. “I got you a birthday present, but circumstances kept chasing it out of my head.” She pressed a small parcel into his hand. “So… happy birthday!”

“Awww, thanks! You really shouldn’t have!”

“Eh, you deserved it.”

He pulled out the carved onyx statuette inside and smiled. “I needed a centerpiece for my table.”

“That thing is too small to be a centerpiece. Oh, my plate is empty. I’m going for seconds.”

She turned a few steps later. “Here’s a bonus for you. A freebie.” She looked at him seriously. Even intensely. “There’s a reason why I haven’t been considered for the Trials yet. I have one, big problem. I hate Sith. I really, really hate them. It is my deepest desire to get my hands on fucking scum like Malgus and Angral, and rip them apart, limb from limb!” Her voice got heated as she spoke, and her face morphed into a mask of rage. She shook with an incandescent rage, and looked like she was ready to launch into a longer rant. Vajra wanted to move, but didn’t. He let her finish.

“Why do they even exist? How can they live with themselves? Why haven’t they phased out all the bad parts, like bloodthirst and murderhappy? If they’re all about passion and freedom, why is it they all share just the two or three passions, and crush anything else? How dare they launch this senseless war! They tried—Angral tried—to burn down Coruscant, with all its trillions! How could they do that? It’s because they don’t have any value for lives of others! But I bet you anything… if I ever beat the fear of hell into their faces, they’ll remember it, sharpish! Like how Angral felt pain watching his son die, but then decided that his death needs to be consecrated by the blood of trillions!”

She was unrecognizable now. Her voice was apoplectic and high-pitched, not to mention loud. Her mouth was twisted in a mask of pure hate. She shook with a long-bottled rage from head to toe. But it seemed like she was done.

Vajra strode on over to her and hugged her, but she pulled out and turned away.

After a few minutes, she got a grip on herself and shook her head. “And now you’ve seen my ugly face. My ugly side.” She turned to look at him, and angry tears rolled down her eye. “Are you afraid?”

“No.”

“How can you say that? I’m this close to Falling to the Dark Side!” She held her fingers an inch apart. “Whenever I say ‘I’m secretly evil,’ this is what I mean! I am one encounter with a Sith away from becoming an evil banshee.”

He closed his eyes and shook his head. “When you showed me your secret, I saw the Darkness in you, Kira. And you want to know something remarkable? I saw it try to engulf your Light. But it couldn’t. Whatever hatred you have isn’t enough to crush the good in you.”

She snorted. “Is this what your Shattersense says to you?”

“My mundane senses tell me you’re on the verge of tears. The Standard Force Sight tells me you’re in a lot of pain, enough to overwhelm most people. But my Shattersense… for once, it is clear as crystal. Your heart… your soul… has no Shatterpoints. Not strong ones, at least. Your resolve is harder than durasteel.”

Her eyes went wide. “What? No way! How can someone be as hateful as me, but not be teetering on the edge?”

“I don’t know. But if you want to know what I think… it’s because you’re not really teetering on the edge. You’ve made your choice, long ago, and you’re not harbouring thoughts of changing that. Whatever horrors your past holds, it pulls at you. And you feel the tug. But the path you follow takes you firmly in the opposite direction.” He opened his eyes again. “As Rudra would have said… you’re in no danger of forgetting your soul.”

“You don’t understand, Vajra,” she said pleadingly. “The things I’ve done… the things that were done to me… the things I can’t bring myself to discuss, even with you… I feel the pain! I feel the horror! And despite all that… despite all that…”

“Despite all that, you’re nowhere near danger of Falling. You are secretly a saint.” That made her laugh shakily.

This time, she hugged him, and he held her close.

“There is Light in you,” he said. “Just as there is Dark. And you have chosen Light. I believe you will never turn away from it. You will never act out of hate, no matter how much the Darkness screams at you to. And if you do, you will still be Kira. I accept everything about you. Even your ‘ugliness’, as you call it.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

“But… but it’s so un-Jedi like,” she whispered.

“You don’t need to be a Jedi for me to be so fond of you. They—we—are not the only ‘good’ people in the galaxy. Even many petty criminals have good hearts.”

She pulled away and wiped away the tears. “It… feels good, to be accepted. Thank you.” She made a sound halfway between a sob and a laugh. “You know what? You sounded like the perfect master just now. Compassionate, caring, wise… whoever it is that gets assigned as your real Padawan? They’re going to have the greatest Master in the Galaxy.”

“Thank you, Kira.”

“I have a few dark secrets. Uglier than ugly. And I want to share them with you someday.”

Vajra felt awed. “That… I appreciate your trust in me. I am honored.”

“You’d better be. It is the biggest honor I can bestow upon anyone. Proof of my absolute trust.”

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WIP Update - 5 April 2023

A wonderfully productive week! I touched 5 fics (4 WIPs & 1 new work) for a total of 3170 words!

On Ao3, I posted:

A Refuge for Rogues - Okoye and Ayo’s POV on the arrival of Rogers & Barnes in Wakanda.

WinterIron Bingo Round Robin - April 2023 - a group-effort fic featuring University AU Tony x Bucky

I have 15 active WIPs with my current deadlines being the Stucky and Avengers bingos.

See below cut for what I’m working on/planning to work on - arranged more or less by bingos/challenges/etc. As always, feel free to send me prompts or plot bunnies as well as asks regarding any of these projects or any other WIPs I’ve got out there. Interaction really helps feed the Muse and keep me motivated!

Seek & Destroy Collab

After reading @psychiccatpanda‘s amazing Morguna and the Green Queen, I got the itch to explore the Soldier’s POV and talked Faustie into collab’ing with me! We’re working on a new part of the series, and I’ve contributed about 700 words towards the 2100 we have so far.

Stucky Bingo Round Four [SB_R4] (Ends 31 May 2023)

Seventeen fills with one bingo (FINALLY!) and 2 WIPs with a couple of other vague ideas.

* B1 - Mutual Pining - no specific idea, but it’s so On Brand for me I’m sure I’ll come up with something! (maybe the Centerfold fic idea I’ve been toying with)

* N2 - Okoye – Posted A Refuge for Rogues on Friday. It also fills my ACB March Adoptable square Ayo as a multi- POV of Steve & Bucky’s arrival in Wakanda. It came in at 700 words.

*O1 - Identity Porn - Surrender (But Don’t Give Yourself Away) is in progress - a WinterIron –>Stuckony Steve POV fic based on the following 3 Prompts –> Summary game prompt : Praise Kink, One Night Stand, Identity Porn It’s crossing over with my WIB Praise Kink, BB_C4 Rich and ACB April adoptable Submission squares and is currently sitting at 1627 words and may come in around 2-2.5k depending on what the Smut Fairy has to say.

* O4 - AU: Supernatural - got inspired by a dream to start a Stucky fantasy AU (magician!Steve/ensorcelled!Bucky) that @bill-longbow is collaborating on with me. We’re currently sitting at 1640 words (984-ish of which are mine). Will probably continue on this sometime in April.

*Adoptable1 - Remix one of your own fics -- Finally cracked this thanks to another 3 Prompts --> Summary game: Wings, Transformation, Confession. I’m planning a Bucky POV of part of Take What Was Wrong (And Make it Right) the obvious title - Half of the Flesh and Blood That Makes Me Whole. 😁

Avengers Bingo Round Four [AvB_R4] (Ends 2 June)

This time around the card is a 3x3, so am looking at writing different pairings for my two favorite Avengers - Tony and Steve. I have 3 fills completed and two WIPs, with a couple more ideas in play.

* B3 - Mistaken Identity - I’m planning a third chapter of my Tony/Rhodey Western AU Decision at Sundown based on the ficlet I wrote to fill the “Wet Your Whistle” FFC23 prompt. The expansion will make both this square (and probably the fic itself) more explicit. 😁

* C1 - Babysitter AU - Started working on a collab with MagicaDraconia16 - tentatively titled Peremesnik (aka Three Avengers and a Baby). This will crossover with my ACB Babysitter square and will involve Steve, Bucky & Tony kidfic shenanigans. We’re up to 2205 words (my part - roughly 1400 words) and I think it’s going multi-chapter.

* C2 - Accidentally in Love - using this and BB_C4 squares for chapter 2 of Making All Things New Omega!Sex Worker!Bucky falling for Alpha!Cap!Steve (and vice versa) during an assignment. It’s up to 1214 words and probably can wrap it up in another 500 or so...?

* C3 - Dog Tags - seems like a good Steve/Sam square, especially if I combine it with my SWB Steve Rogers square.

Bucky Barnes Connect Four Alt-Juniverse Event (BB_C4)[ends 30 Jun 2023]

Signed up for this event over at @buckybarnesevents - you get a four-square card featuring ideas for AUs. The prompts can be used as stand-alones or combined with each other or other events.

* C1 - Omegaverse - see AvB - Accidentally In Love above.

* C2 - Rich – see Stucky Bingo Identity Porn above.

All Caps Bingo [ACB_R1] (Ends 30 Sep 2023)

I’ve got seven completed fics, four WIPs and will be pursuing the One Fill, One Bingo Challenge for Row 5.

* B2 - AU: Fugitive - I’m expanding on my Pirate AU Tumblr fic Flying the Flag of Freedom - Part 1 and Part 2. I added about 600 words to bring it up to 1128 words total and I may be calling it finished.

* I1 - Mutual Pining - see Stucky Bingo Mutual Pining.

* N4 - Deserted Island - combined this with a previous Flash Fiction Friday’s prompt [#FFF192 Sea and Sun] for Not Having Fun Down on the Bayou - Sam & Bucky missionfic shenanigans. It will get posted to Ao3 before the event ends.

* G1 - Isaiah Bradley - Planning to add more to The Fist, Defeated. (possibly present day)

* G3 - Established Relationship - see Stucky Bingo - Remix Own Fic

* G4 - Babysitting - see AvB Babysitting AU above.

* O3 - Pararescue Sam Wilson - may try to squish this into an expansion of A Rising Star - a previous Flash Fiction Friday fill.

Sam Wilson Bingo [SWB_R3] (Ends 15 Oct 2023)

I have two fills and one WIP - I need to work on cross fills between this and the All Caps bingo.

* B2 - Miscommunication - combined this with last week’s Flash Fiction Friday prompt [FFF195 Filled with Clarity] for Truth and Consequences - a TFatWS compliant Sam & Bucky Sam POV ficlet. It will get posted to Ao3 sometime in the next month or so.

* G3 - Joaquin Torres - see ACB Pararescue Sam Wilson above.

* O2 - Steve Rogers -- see AvB Dog Tags above.

WinterIron Bingo - [WIB_R1] (Ends 16 Dec 2023)

A brand new bingo event that I’m helping mod! Signups for custom cards began on the 10th and will run through the 10th of April. For more info visit @bingowinteriron or PM me.

I have 1 fill completed and two WIPs. Still getting my thoughts together on what to match up with other cards, but think I’m going to try to combine my B column squares for the Iron Soldier badge (complete a bingo with a single work). – Alpha Tony Stark, “That was not my intention.”, James Rhodes, Alpine loves Tony and Blind date

* I4 - Identity Porn - this will go along well with the in-progress Chapter 7 of Takin’ What They’re Givin’ (‘Cause I’m Workin’ for a Livin’) where Bucky meets Tony and they find a way to keep his identity a secret after all. It’s currently sitting at 2239 words and will probably nearly double that once all is said and done. Hoping to finally wrap this fic up in another chapter or so.

* I5 - Park - filled with the WinterIron Bingo Round Robin - April 2023 that we wrote this past weekend as part of the Discord party. it’s a cute College AU featuring a bit of pining, a first date and a shenanigan or two. I contributed 349 words.

* N2 - Praise Kink - see Stucky Bingo Identity Porn

* O4 - Steve Rogers - see Stucky Bingo - Remix Own Fic

* O5 - Gentle -- use this poem as inspiration?

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On other creative fronts: I have Sonic the Hedgehog & Tails Stuffed With Character figures in progress. I have multiple commissions from the Hall of Heroes Comic Con to work on and am prepping for a con in June so am pretty well booked up through early summer.

That said, if you’re looking for one of a kind gifts for birthdays or other celebrations later in the year, check out Stuffed With Character over on Facebook for a full list of my designs (now over 100!). These soft stuffed figures are mostly Marvel and monsters, but I have some Star Wars, Star Trek, DC and Disney figures as well. Plus I love to take custom design requests for any fandom!

#writing stuff #WIP Wednesday #WIP Update #Shameless Self Promo

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