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lchufflepuffcorn · 4 months

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I hope I asked correctly. This is my first time on your blog [My request is a imagine for a female reader and Jasper Hale] Requested and fluff

Well, my request is that the reciter is a new student and he is very sociable, but he is also an accomplished singer and one day the reciter goes into the woods for privacy and sings in a high note and a voice that attracts even animals and he does not know that someone is watching

Warnings : Borderline creepy Jasper, wannabe tense moment.

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Author's note: Nice nice nice (I don't know how long this has been sitting in my askes, but there it is.) Also, listen to First Day of My Life by Bright Eyes, if you want context for the song. I'm very glad you liked my blood enough to request something, I'm so sorry for the time it took me to answer back to you. Since you didn't specify the vibe you wanted, I played around with something new, hope you like it !!

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Jasper Hale x Fem!Reader

(If Forks was a bore and grey, then (Y/N) was the small ray of sunshine that managed to pierce through. If (Y/N) was sunshine incarnated, her warmth was contagious, arriving in mid-December was not a problem, and she'd even managed to enter the school choir before Christmas break. Now early February, you had yet to find a group to attach herself to, people demanded her attention during any free time the school gave them, and having eyes follow your every move was not unusual here.)

Leaving English class was always a relief. The choking feeling you drowned in was lifted when the bell rang, and teenagers flooded the halls toward their next goal. You, following in their protective waves.

Humming, as per usual, you walked from English to your locker, books under your arms as Jake and Laurianne talked loudly beside you. Echoes of the other students' conversations fly over you, and warmth surrounds you as you walk with them.

Something about the book for the homework. You'd already studied it in your last school.

"I don't see the problem with Maus... It's an important read about the holocaust with depictions of meese for the Jews and cats for the Germans..." You say, adding to their conversation, opening your locker.

Jake adds something that gets lost in the current of sounds, and you follow Laurianne in her laughter. Your eyes catch Melissa's, and you wave in her direction, smiling at her and Gabrielle from afar. Then, you bury your nose in your locker again.

Then, you feel it again, the eyes on your back, snarly, cold air hitting the skin of your neck. You have shivers and cold sweat running down your skin at the feeling. You're used to that, the glances. The voices around you dim as your heart starts beating in your throat. A quick check around and the same golden eyes you're used to seeing etched on you shine.

You smile at him, a force of habit.

Jasper Hale, Jasper Cullen? You're not too sure. Melissa tried to explain their family relationship to you when you first arrived at Forks, but that gave you a migraine. He never talks. Wrong. He talks sometimes in class. You share English, and he's sat behind you. Jasper is a bit creepy, though his sister (twin?) Rosalie has a colder appearance yet is more friendly, conversing when needed.

Jasper never speaks first, always looking. His other sister, Alice, with whom you have art class says it's because he's shy. You didn't ask.

Jasper smiles back at you a little. A twitch of his lips only. Under the fluorescent lights, it makes him seem ominously pale. Parchemin skin and shadows creak the skin around his mouth and make his mouth look full of sharp, fang-like teeth. One of his brothers, the one with the sad eyes, says something to him that makes him frown. You don't remember which one he is... E-something. Jasper looks back at you, his eyes now locked with yours and for the brief second you stay like this, you can swear that Jasper's eyes were darker.

You look back into your locker. Art class is next, and relief washes over you. The end of the day is near, and liberty soon will follow.

Walking home was usually your favourite time because you could cut through the woods and sing your heart out. One thing Forks lacked (except maybe everything) was a competent and interesting choir group. This was one thing Denver had more than Forks, for certain. For a while, the woods were the safest and calmest places to sing your heart out.

Enunciating the words with the correct rhythm, something easy, something soft. Song you know by heart. You know lots of them by heart, but this is your favourite. You start by humming the words, and the deeper she walks into the forest, the words leaving from your lips, clear as day. A twig snaps in the background, bringing a shocked silence as you turn around, scanning the woods around you.

Nothing.

Well, it's nothing out of the ordinary. The woods crack and break, it's natural, and you start singing again.

"Besides, maybe this time is different. I mean, I think you like me..." You sing softly as a bird flies low and rests on a branch near you. You smile, the weird sensation of eyes watching over you (at you?) slowly falling toward the back of your mind as more animals slowly creep toward you.

"This is the first day of my life. Swear I was born right in the doorway." You start again, looking at the squirrels and the solo rabbit creep your way. You sit on cold, dead leaves and forest moss, not the most comfortable.

It's rare, a sight like this, that animals get close to humans like this. Other birds land on branches as you sing, your voice slowly getting louder. You relish in your Snow White moment.

Alice saw it happen. That meeting with her and the animals. Alice says she has something. A talent. Like his, like Edward's, like hers.

Jasper creeps closer again. He'd recoiled when he stepped on that branch earlier. He got distracted.

He'll talk to her soon, Alice told him she saw it. He knows she didn't tell him about the visions she got of her death either, nor the ones where she flees, scared for her life.

Hunt hunt hunt. Prey prey prey. Words that run inside his head all the time. She smells like heaven.

He'll ask Rosalie to get in a team with her, in the next class. A group project is the perfect opportunity to meet new people. Not to get too close... just close enough.

Yes, just close enough.

#x reader #x reader imagine #imagines #jasper hale imagine #jasper x reader #creepy jasper #creepy #jasper hale twilight #twilight #twilight imagine #jasper cullen #jasper hale x reader

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sparkles-rule-4eva · 1 year

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(no I'm not waiting for the real morning-)

HAPPY WHOLESOME SONIC AND TAILS WEDNESDAY!!!!!

@skimmingmilk got me curious about AoStH so I started watching it, and yes Sonic & Tails in it are ADORABLE 🥹

I also loved the little "Sonic Sez/Says" at the end of every episode, and seeing Sonic correct Tails' faulty 4-year-old spelling gave me an idea so I drew it and then wrote a fic to go with it.

Enjoy!!

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"Tails, that's not how you spell 'telephone.' It's 'p-h-o-n-e,' not 'f-o-n-e.'"

5-year-old Tails stared at his older brother in bewilderment as Sonic took the pencil from him and wrote out the proper spelling beside Tails' attempt. "What? That doesn't make sense."

"Nothing in English makes sense," Sonic replied without missing a beat, his eyes still fixed on the paper as he set the pencil down. "But it somehow works. I figure it's better not to question it."

Tails frowned at the words on the paper. Sonic's handwriting wasn't neat, but it was more legible than Tails' big, spaced-out letters.

"Sonic?"

"Yep?"

"Did you ever go to school?"

Sonic shifted his gaze to meet his little brother's. "For a little bit, yeah," he answered, turning to wander back over to the tree stump he'd been sitting on before Tails had asked him to read the list of words he'd written out.

"Is that where you learned to read and write?"

"That was the start." Sonic flashed him a little smirk. "I figured the rest out myself."

Tails blinked. "How?"

"I dunno how to explain it," his brother protested, waving his arms a little. "I said words. I saw words. I put two and two together. And now I can do it."

The fox glanced back at the paper, comparing his writing to Sonic's. "So how come 'p' sounds one way, and 'h' sounds another way, but when you put them together they sound like 'f'? Why don't people just use the letter that already does that sound?"

Sonic groaned and leaned backwards over the tree stump, sounding frustrated. "I dunno what to tell ya, kid. I didn't invent these stupid spelling rules."

Tails sighed. With all the amazing things he'd seen Sonic do, between destroying robots and beating a middle-aged mad genius over and over again, he kept having to remind himself that his older brother didn't know everything. Sonic was . . . 13. That seemed so much older to him, but . . . he supposed that wasn't that old, compared to how long Mobians normally lived.

Still lying backwards over the tree stump, Sonic stretched his arm up and held out his hand against the sky, like he was trying to touch the clouds. "'Kay, kiddo, pop quiz. Let's see how stupid English really is. What's the plural of goose?"

"That's easy. Geese."

Sonic turned his head away a little, but failed to hide a mischievous smile. "Good. What's the plural of moose?"

Tails hesitated. He hadn't actually thought of that before, and this felt like a trap.

". . . Meese?"

Sonic snickered. "Nope. It's just 'moose.'"

There was a moment of silence, then an exclaimed "What?!" from Tails. Sonic immediately rolled over and started laughing.

"I told you English is stupid!"

The little fox started grumbling quietly to himself, something about wishing he'd been alive when English had been invented, then buried his face into one of his tails and let out a muffled scream of frustration.

"Hey, hey, take a chill pill, lil bro." Sonic sat up and faced him, still grinning. "It's not a big deal. You'll figure this out."

"I can see it all perfect in my head," Tails complained, lifting his head a little. "Why can't I just make what's in my head be on paper and be real?"

Sonic gave him finger guns. "That'd be an awesome invention. Do it."

Tails shot him a look, but his brother continued to smile back unwaveringly.

He took a deep breath, risking another critical glance at the words on the paper. "You know what, you're right. I'll figure it out. Can I just take a break?"

"Sounds good to me!" Sonic flipped to his feet (because why would he get up the normal way?) and strolled over to him. "I coulda sworn I saw a chili dog stand in the last town we ran through. Let's go grab a few."

"I'm sure I would've noticed that. You were probably hallucinating." Tails jumped up and hovered in the air, ready for Sonic to take off at his trademark speed. "Do we even have enough rings for that?"

"Of course we do." Sonic blasted off running back down the highway, and Tails followed close behind.

"I thought you spent almost half of them on a picture frame at the other place."

"Please, that was just a hundred."

"Why do we even need a frame? It's not like we have a camera."

"Maybe I'll buy one of those next. Sentiments, Tails, sentiments."

"Since when were you a sentimental guy?"

"Shut up, Tails."

BONUS: the drawing I made of this (before writing it and remembering they were homeless and outside 🤣)

Also, both this and last week's fic are now posted on Wattpad! I'll leave the link to it here :) more fics and art to come!

#happy wholesome sonic and tails wednesday #wholesome sonic and tails wednesday #sonic #sonic the hedgehog #art #miles tails prower #sonic and tails #theyre brothers your honor #sonic and tails fic #fic #sonic and tails are brothers #unbreakable bond #aosth #adventures of sonic the hedgehog #sonic teaches tails to spell #btw the Sonic Says lessons are actually super good #i missed slapstick honestly lol #but no tails and sonic are precious 🥹🥹#it's 1 am #I've waited five days for this I'm not waiting till the real morning to post this #sonic and tails Wednesday #wholesome fluff #brothers fluff #the rings part was inspired by my own playing of Sonic Unleashed and spending 50 rings on a picture frame #idk maybe I'm just new to using rings as currency but it seemed weirdly expensive #anyway i think this is my favorite holiday #sibling things #sibling banter

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ray-of-midnight-storm · 8 months

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🪿 goose

🪿🪿 geese

🫎 moose

🫎🫎 meese

That is all, thank you- /j

Mate, first of hai <3

I just see questions marks, but I don’t think meese is a word

(Also on the side note, I am slow my apologies but what does /j and /gen mean?, I for real can’t never seem to catch up with the slang, especially with my native language, I’m slow and dumb)

Here’s my dog :0

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dark--eclipse · 10 months

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Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT.

Send “#” for a RANDOM text.

Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text.

(three)

Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT.

dark--eclipse: I get scared, sometimes. You know? dark--eclipse: I'm scared of....of you finding out about the full extent of my powers. I don't think you fully understand just how destructive they are. Or are capable of being. dark--eclipse: When you find out, will you turn away like everyone else? dark--eclipse: I mean. I wouldn't blame you if you did. I haven't exactly been very accommodating to you. dark--eclipse: But see, I say I want to be alone. That I'm better off that way. But I don't think I ever actually mean it. dark--eclipse: Being alone is miserable. dark--eclipse: You're right. I'm a selfish coward. And a terrible brother.

Send “#” for a RANDOM text.

dark--eclipse: Here is the thing, Three. dark--eclipse: Arcane language has rules that make sense. Conjugations for spells that make sense. dark--eclipse: English as a language does not, the deeper down you go. dark--eclipse: Similar words don't have similar plurals and it's infuriating to me. dark--eclipse: If the plural of goose is geese, for example, doesn't it stand to reason that the plural of moose should be MEESE? dark--eclipse: WHAT IS THE TRUTH.

Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text.

dark--eclipse: Please. I would sell you on the black market for one corn chip. dark--eclipse: ....That was meant to go to Sheldon.

#rottmnt rp #shadow!donnie #roleplay blog #closed rp

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bllsbailey · 7 days

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BAM! Clarence Thomas Questions Jack Smith's Appointment As Trump Prosecutor

This hasn't gotten the coverage it deserves — and it may turn out to mean nothing — but on April 25, Supreme Court Justice Clarence Thomas asked Trump lawyer John Sauer a question people seem to be ignoring.

“Did you, in this litigation, challenge the appointment of special counsel," Justice Thomas queried, referring to Jack Smith being appointed by Merrick Garland.

Sauer responded that his team did not "directly" question the appointment, adding that "it points to a very important issue here, because one of [the prosecution’s] arguments is, of course, that we should have this presumption of regularity.”

There are no "regularities" in any of the bogus Trump cases across the nation.

Judges are randomly assigned cases, yet in New York City, both of Trump's cases "somehow" fell into the courtrooms of two die-hard pinkos who exude Trump Derangement Syndrome.

FACT-O-RAMA! Is it just me, or do you think it "odd" that New York Attorney General Letitia James and Manhattan District Attorney Alvin Bragg both ran on a campaign promise to "Get Trump" and both managed to win?

Two former Attorneys General, Edwin Meese and Michael Mukasey, filed an amicus brief that questions whether or not Jack Smith has the right to prosecute Trump. From the brief:

Although this case raises a weighty issue of presidential immunity, it also necessarily raises a preliminary question, i.e., whether Jack Smith actually has authority to prosecute this case all. He does not. Those actions can be taken only by persons properly appointed as federal officers to properly created federal offices. But neither Smith nor the position of Special Counsel under which he purportedly acts meets those criteria. He wields tremendous power, effectively answerable to no one, by design. And that is a serious problem for the rule of law—whatever one may think of former President Trump or the conduct on January 6, 2021, that Smith challenges in the underlying case.

The brief isn't just a stalling tactic; it has legal merit. It continues:

And even if one overlooks the absence of statutory authority for the position, there is no statute specifically authorizing the Attorney General, rather than the President with the advice and consent of the Senate, to appoint such a Special Counsel. And in any event, the Special Counsel, if a valid officer, is a principal rather than inferior officer, and thus cannot be appointed without senatorial confirmation regardless of what any statutes say. In short, Smith’s appointment was unlawful, as are all the legal actions that have flowed from it, including Smith’s prosecution of former President Trump.

In other words, prosecutor Jack Smith, whose duty is to send Trump to prison, shouldn't have the job at all.

Related: Five Dirty, Career-Ending, Prison-Warranting Secrets Biden Wants You to Forget Before Election Day

Biden and his yobbish myrmidons had to know this, leading us to wonder if it has all been yet another clown-like smokescreen to make Trump look bad.

If lefty Trump-hating galoots can be led to believe that "Orange Man Bad" told people to drink bleach and swallow horse pills, surely the same stooges will jump on the notion that the "Cheeto in charge" is a traitor caught with nuclear secrets which he planned to sell to Saudi Arabia.

No, seriously. Newsweek ran an article about just that back in 2022. Naturally, the accusation relies on "anonymous sources" with the Washington Post, which is another way to say "The CIA told us."

FACT-O-RAMA! Operation Mockingbird, the CIA's takeover of news outlets, is still happening. You can read the Church Committee Report on Foreign and Military Intelligence of 1976, (page 455) and see that the CIA is still in charge of news outlets worldwide.

Jack Smith has other problems to deal with as well. Rep. Elise Stefanik (R-N.Y.) recently hit Smith with an ethics violation, accusing him of election interference.

And that, I believe, was always the goal. Throw enough anti-Trump codswallop against the wall and see what sticks, and even if it doesn't stick, perhaps it will at least leave a stain, as long as it drives voters away from Trump.

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textribe · 3 months

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Plural of Moose

The word "moose" holds a special place in the English language, intriguing language learners and enthusiasts alike. Known for its unique characteristics and significant presence in North American and Eurasian wildlife, the term 'moose' is often used in both casual and academic contexts. Understanding the correct plural of moose, not only enhances linguistic accuracy but also reflects a deeper appreciation of its cultural and biological significance. The Singular and Plural of Moose - Singular: Moose - Plural: Moose Unlike many English nouns, "moose" remains the same in both its singular and plural forms. This consistency is an exception in the rules of English pluralization, where words often change form to denote plurality. Understanding Moose Definition of Moose A moose (Alces alces) is a large mammal, part of the deer family, known for its impressive antlers (in males), long legs, and distinctive muzzle. It inhabits forest regions in the Northern Hemisphere, particularly in North America and Northern Europe. Explaining the Usage of Moose The word "moose" comes from Algonquian languages and was adopted into English in the early 17th century. Its plural form does not follow the typical English pattern of adding an 's' or 'es' due to its Native American origin, where pluralization often works differently than in English. Use of Moose in Sentences - Singular Context: "A moose was spotted wandering near the campsite last evening." - Plural Context: "Several moose were seen grazing in the valley." - Comparative Context: "Unlike the solitary moose, deer often move in herds." - Habitat Description: "The natural habitat of a moose includes dense boreal forests and marshy areas." - Behavioral Observation: "Moose are known for their calm demeanor, but they can become aggressive during mating season." Common Mistakes and Confusions - Misuse of 'Meese' or 'Mooses': Some mistakenly believe that 'moose' should follow the regular pluralization rule, leading to incorrect forms like 'meese' (by analogy with 'goose' and 'geese') or 'mooses. - Confusing with Other Animals: Often, people confuse moose with similar-looking animals like elk, especially in regions where both are present. - Generalization of Plural Rules: Applying standard pluralization rules to all nouns can lead to errors, particularly with words of Native American origin. Commonly Asked Questions - Why isn't the plural of moose 'meese'? - The plural form isn't 'meese' due to its Algonquian origin, which follows a different pluralization convention from Old English, where the 'goose/geese' transformation occurs. - Is it ever correct to say 'mooses'? - No, 'mooses' is not a correct form. Regardless of the number, the correct term is always 'moose.' - How can one distinguish between singular and plural moose in a sentence? - Contextual clues, such as verbs and adjectives, indicate whether 'moose' refers to one animal or multiple. For example, "The moose is drinking" (singular) versus "The moose are migrating" (plural). Conclusion The plural form of 'moose' stands as a fascinating example of how language evolves and incorporates elements from diverse linguistic backgrounds. Its uniqueness reminds us of the richness of English and the importance of understanding and respecting linguistic diversity. Remembering that both the singular and plural forms of 'moose' remain unchanged not only enhances grammatical accuracy but also enriches our linguistic knowledge. FAQ What is the plural of moose? The plural of moose is moose. It does not change when referring to multiple animals. Why is the plural of moose "moose"? The plural of moose is "moose" because it follows the historical pattern of loanwords that retain their original plural forms. What is the confusion with goose and moose? Goose and moose sound similar but have different origins. Goose follows the standard English pluralization process, resulting in "geese." Moose, being a loanword, does not follow the same rules and retains its singular form even in plural. Are there other irregular English plurals? Yes, there are other irregular English plurals like "fish" and "mice." These words have unique forms that do not follow the standard rule of adding an "s" at the end. Read the full article

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koutaroulogy · 3 years

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growing up . kuroo t.

genre: angst, unrequited love

warnings: paen <3 also includes details about the movie 'roman holiday'. i recommend you watch it if you're up for a romcom flick.

details: pining and growing, the realization that you can fall out of love just as easily as you can fall in love too hits you when you're all grown up.

note: for best experience, listen to grow as we go by ben platt.

word count: edited, 300 or so- i meesed up the word count fck-

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kuroo often remembers your last conversation like it was a phonograph droning through his head.

"how long does this usually take?"

"seven minutes- more or less."

he watched your fingers slip through the pre-made loopholes of hair, watching it twirl around intertwined strands that were rooted to the scalp of your head.

"you're damn fast at braiding too. you're quick at everything except submitting your assignments and tests."

"a habit i got since kindergarten," you shrugged, continuing to twist your hair like a weaver moving the strands of a loom, "and i'm not slow. you're just naturally faster at shit like that. "

"you miss homeroom a lot. i had to cover for your sorry ass all the time," he snickered when you gave him a dirty look and threw the hairbrush at him with your free hand. you looked at him with the same familiar pout he had seen on you ever since you were small children.

"do you really not mind waiting for me, tetsu?"

"nope. but you still gotta hurry up, slowpoke," i wouldn't mind, even if you had me wait for a hundred years.

"i hate you," you grumbled. he laughed and gazed at you with soft, tender eyes similar to what joe bradley and princess ann would give each other when they were together.

but he was not gregory peck, and you weren't audrey hepburn. you were just young people fresh out of college; immediately thrown into the crazy wild, wild world. you weren't lovers like the crown princess and the reporter who zipped through traffic on their vespa scooter. you were both childhood friends on the cusp of adulthood and turnabouts in making big decisions.

"you know- i've already decided where i would go in the next spring."

"where are you going?"

tetsuroo ultimately decided that decisions were troublesome.

"i'm going to america."

and who was he kidding?

"oh. that's far."

"no shit, sherlock," you guffawed and picked at the rubber bands littering your white tee printed with tacky statements like 'MOOSE ARE NOT MEESE' or 'NO LITTERING ALLOWED'.

"so when are you moving?"

"the day after tomorrow."

he offers you a playfully hurt look although his nails dug itself into his palms.

"how could you tell me this late?" the raven-haired male complained, throwing one of the pillows in your face.

"got busy. you know how college is. i'm not as nerdy as you are, mister-i-graduated-earlier-than-you," your voice came out muffled and became clearer as you took the pillow off your face only to throw it at him again.

you faced your ceiling and tetsuroo followed your gaze towards the plastic stars stuck above you.

"it's time for me to move on with life. so should you,"

"you mean just you. i'll be stuck here in tokyo so i can keep chasing all the good ones for the volleyball teams playing next season."

you grinned at him and he stared back.

if this little world; this barren soil in which you took up kingdom; this lithe space you made in the crevices of his chest would stay- then he'd have no other reason for wanting to stay behind you and watch while you're off to soar to new heights.

your expression turned sentimental.

"it's time to grow up now, testu."

birds were meant to be let out so they can be free to spread their wings and fly. whenever they felt like they needed sanctuary and homes, they'd approach the trees providing shade and branches to rest on.

but birds flew and they had wings. trees don't. they stay true to their roots and ever so slightly wave their branches. this cycle, it all connects.

just like a bird, you were meant to spread your wings to america. just like a tree tetsuroo stays rooted to the ground waiting for you.

trees may have not have the ability to reach the clouds like birds can, but they can grow.

but kuroo was a stubborn root. a provocative young man who loathed decisions and loved his childhood friend so much that he waited, and he kept waiting.

'wasn't he perfect for someone else?' he thinks oftentimes, and his heart wavers.

and suddenly he remembered your crazy widespread grin that made you look like someone plotting to commit arson and those tacky little I ♡ NATURE tees you'd wear to sleep because you'd claim them to be of upmost comfort.

no, kuroo lets a small sigh slip through his lips.

he wouldn't exchange them for anything else.

as the lanky young man watched you board the airplane, you turn back, see him through the windows and waved. he waves back.

he figures he has to let go of you now.

feelings can only linger; they hover over your heart like a big slow blimp in the sky disappearing from your point of view- but this friendship, this relationship made of childhood moments, teenage dreams and young adult romances will always stay.

'i hope you'll look back and smile at me like you always do because everytime, everyday, i love you.'

but the love that was made of you and him were not forever.

kuroo guessed it was time for him to grow up too.

#haikyuu!!#haikyū!!#haikyu x reader #kuroo x y/n #kuroo tetsuro x you #kuroo tetsurō #kuroo tetsurou #kuroo x gender neutral reader #angst #kuroo angst #koutaroulogy #♡ mayday parade #♡ thea's birthday event

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reelobscuremovieclub · 4 years

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Happy Indigenous Peoples Day*

*I just realized that I messed up my queue and ended up moving this back a day accidentally, I hope you guys enjoy this list regardless!

Here are some great movies featuring Native American leads to watch on Indigenous Peoples Day, or if you live in America, everyday. Because we’re on stolen land and you should recognize the history behind that. Also, I’m going to make a separate list for Pacific Islander Representation in film!

Dope Movies...

Smoke Signals (1998) This movie is actually based off a short story called “This is what it means to say Phoenix, Arizona”, also it’s absolutely hilarious.

Crooked Arrows (2012) Sports Teamwork 110% sorry I’ve never been good at describing sports movies, but lacrosse is originally an indigenous sport so every white Chad in private school that plays lacrosse is obligated to watch this!

Powwow Highway (1989) This is also based on a book called Powwow Highway by David Seals lots of good reads in this list. Does anyone remember reading Ceremony by Leslie Marmon Silko or was that something they only did in Texas?

Dance Me Outside (1994) Moving up to Canada, this movie is set on a Canadian Reservation, growing up in the American education system I didn’t know that other countries had reservations until late in high school when I started watching Letter Kenny (a Canadian tv show which you should def check out!) but all around its just your normal coming of age story... or is it?

Dreamkeeper (2003) I love it when grandpas tell stories packed with history and life lessons!

The Cherokee Word for Water (2013) Based on a true story about the first female chief of the Cherokee Nation as well as some history behind the efforts to create the Bell Waterline Project. Water problems that we obviously still deal with today !

Songs My Brothers Taught Me (2015) Had to add a sad one in for balance, but also the shots are legendary.

On the Ice (2011) There’s sadly not a lot of movies about the Iñupiaq Peoples so I added one to the list for you! and this one is a thriller... for spooky season.

Reel Injun: On the Trial of the Hollywood Indian (2009) This is an amazing documentary by Neil Diamond! It’s pretty self explanatory, representation of Native Americans is few and far between and hasn’t been done justice by a great many of directors. Here is where the receipts are pulled and the tea is spilled!

Cartoons

Brother Bear (2003) A classic, this movie has such amazing one liners, oh god and the mooses (meese?) and the colors alone are to die for. Wildly successful and yet I feel like I don’t hear about this movie anymore.

Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron (2002) If I didn’t have a younger sister I would have had no idea that they made this into a tv show, is it good ? no idea. But god did I love this movie as a kid! Really sad that the horse is voiced by Matt Damon though.

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meesefr · 2 years

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For the Weirdly Specific Artist Ask Game; 4, 9, 14, 30!

Ohoo, let's see! Thanks for the ask anon!

4. Fav character/subject that's a bitch to draw

Comics stuff. It's my art career end-goal and I'm currently working on a pitch issue with a writer, but holy shit it requires so much brainpower. It shows each and every one of your weaknesses. Panel flow, perspective, anatomy, gesture, camera angles, conversation readability, colour, light and you have to set mood, while also thinking of what makes most narrative sense. My brain is dying.

9. What are your file name conventions

Pro work that clients see: CharacterNameReferenceSheet2.png :]

Personal: "smellyidiot5", dhbjhbd.png", "untitled_1" [would you like to replace Untitled_1 in this folder]

14. Any favorite motifs

Weird creatures, blending organic and inorganic materials

30. What piece of yours do you think is underrated

(Edited for a more recent example)

This one got about 150 notes I think? It was an absolute bitch to paint fire as a single lightsource and trynna figure out how it’d look on different colours and textures of fur while still maintaining a colour palette that is recognisable. (Fire makes everything VERY orange in nighttime lighting setups). I like some of my textures on this one too! It has its issues but I’ve had much less ambitious pieces do way better. Alas!

#anon ask #meese does words

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gdcee · 3 years

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So I'm writing a fanfic and I'm trying how to make little brother in Mando'a plural. Do you know what that would be?

oy vey oh dear

okay little brother singular would be vod’ika and if you follow the general ‘rule’ that nouns ending with vowels add -se to make plurals you get vod’ikase

but THEN

then the dictionary has this word ad’ika which is supposed have plural ad’ike and not adi’kase!!

what is the reason for this irregularity? i don’t know!

does it make sense? not really!

does it turn up anywhere else to my knowledge? NO

tl;dr it’s either vod’ikase or vod’ike. i’d probably go with the latter due to visual similarity but that can be a false friend (see goose/geese and not moose/meese)

#gdc asks #mando'a #Anonymous

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kelkat9 · 3 years

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snippet because I think it’s funny.

“Look Rose!”

She flinched as the jeep yet again drifted across the center line of the two lane highway meandering its way through the wilderness of Southern Norway. Lucky there was barely any traffic.

“That last sign warned about moose crossing! Moose, Rose. Here in Southern Norway. You know, in our universe the Norwegian Moose is enormous. And you do not want one of them barreling toward you. Two point three meters tall, antler spread of one point three meters, and at up to four hundred fifty kilos, it’s the largest extant species of deer on Earth. Well, our Earth. And I might have had a teeny part in their evolution.”

“Are you telling me you invented Moose err Mooses, Meese?” she questioned, twisting a piece of hair in her fingers pondering where he was going with this.

“Moose. It’s an Algonquian word. or elk as they’re known here. Either way, you have a series of misfortunate events to thank for this glorious creature who inhabited many more geographic areas than it does today. By the look on your face, you’ve never seen one so that means you are moose deprived. The car slowed at a sign for a small town, Sira.

“Uh no never seen one.” And then it hit her. Hard, like one of those giant moose he seemed to be bouncing in his seat to see. “Are the moose alien?” She really tried not laugh but the slight giggle caught in her throat.

“Rose Tyler, not every wonder on his planet is alien. These creatures emerged during the PIiocene era on Earth. And if they had a little help well, it only added ambiance to a developing world. Did I mention Moose are revered by many Earth cultures. Even when their hunted for consumption, it’s with the greatest respect and honor. Some even deify them. Which makes sense given they can submerge themselves and lakes and rise up like the proverbial water goddess. Not unlike your Kraken.”

“Doctor.” Rose should be accustomed to his drop a few hints and then skip off into the random facts while he dragged her into an adventure. “Are we about to check up on some great Time Lord moose experiment you started in the other Universe before this one split off? I mean do I need to file a report--”

“Noooo. Bleh. No reports. They give me a rash. Or some other adverse reaction I have as yet to properly study. And we don’t need any outside help. Except for the guide. The advert on the road a little ways back said Moose Safari.”

#TenII x Rose #moose

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thedistantstorm · 4 years

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Project Compass 31

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This time: Eli is pissed.

Next time: Ar'alani and Vah'nya conduct an interrogation.

Note: this chapter through the end of the story will contain violent scenes. I don't feel that they're out of line with what's been seen in SW content on screen (or in this fic previously), but it doesn't hurt to mention it since tumblr doesn’t do fic warnings/ratings like AO3.

For a long while, the hum of the small ship's engines had been the only accompaniment to either Chiss's thoughts. Un'hee, head bowed, allowed herself to sink into the trance-like state required of her to safely navigate them toward the Compass. She could feel Thrawn beside her all the while, like a greyish presence at the edges of her vision despite her eyes remaining closed as she deftly made the micro-adjustments necessary to keep them from sinking too far into any gravity wells created by planets they streaked by at lightspeed.

She could sense his disquiet. He wasn’t nervous - if he was anyone else, she’d say it was nerves, but she felt like he was more irritated than anything. A nudge of the controls had them avoiding an asteroid cluster in the dark depths of their current system. Thrawn hadn’t noticed. It was impossible for anyone who wasn’t actively in the Navigator’s trance to notice the tiny adjustments necessary to pilot a ship through the Unknown Regions.

Except, that wasn’t quite right. Lately Un’hee had noticed herself more aware of the subtle adjustments when she wasn’t at the helm, like her mind had unfurled like a flower, extending out toward her surroundings. Ever since she’d healed Thrawn, she’d been different somehow. The same - it wasn’t like she was a different person, but using her Sight felt second nature. She felt like she was capable of steering the ship without needing the deep pool she’d been trained to wade in when steering the ships of the Ascendancy.

Her skin prickled a little, charged and alert. She remained calm both inside and out, despite her fear. She knew what was coming. Thrawn’s frustration, afterall, was because she’d forced herself on his plans. She was a variable he hadn’t planned for. Thus, she could feel the swirling pressure of his thoughts, their cool, silky texture as he tried to determine the best course of action to secure her safety while still achieving his goals.

It was why she volunteered. They would both be taken captive. Volunteering, foisting herself upon him absolved him of blame within the Ascendancy. Or, at least, it would, once she explained herself. Ultimately, she knew that didn’t change his perspective. He would bear any harm that befell her as a badge of his own failure. And unfortunately, there was little chance of either of them escaping unscathed. She did not doubt they would be rescued. She was too valuable to the Ascendancy - she and her rare abilities. She would exploit herself in this way, if only to make sure she was able to keep both Thrawn and their remaining allies safe.

When he inevitably toggled the comms sometime later - time seemed to lose meaning in the depths of hyperspace travel, though a quick reach with her Sight told her they were a little more than two hours away - Un’hee allowed herself to devote some of her energy to listening even as she continued to guide the ship.

It was a Chiss that answered Thrawn’s hail. A Chiss that Un’hee didn’t recognize by voice. If they were a member of the Compass’s crew, they were new. She nudged the controls to the right, careful to avoid a planet’s field of gravity, then back to the left, feeling an obstruction in her path that needed to be shaken loose. Thrawn spoke slowly, confidently but without pride or arrogance.

He offered himself as a prize. His surrender in exchange for the Navigators, alive and unharmed. It was not much of a trade, but it was all he was willing to offer.

“Your surrender will be unconditional,” The Chiss said. Un’hee dared to open her eyes even as she continued to divert her mind’s eye to her task of piloting the ship. Looking up through her lashes, she saw the pale blue holo of the Chiss speaking with Mitth’raw’nuruodo. The holo was not colorized, so she wasn’t able to tell for sure, but the uniform he wore looked strange. Pale. Not the deep space gray-black color of the CDF. “Or we will execute those aboard the ship, beginning with the Navigators.”

“You are easily manipulated by your overseers that you would commit the highest crime against your people?” Thrawn’s voice almost seemed small, but no, she realized, it was rage. Violent and turbulent and sealed away so firmly as not to be allowed to escape, Thrawn’s rage made the hair on the back of her neck prickle.

This wasn’t the way to negotiate with them, she thought, and refused to think about it too hard, trusting her intuition as she made arrangements to intervene.

“Prepare for real-space reversion,” She murmured, lifting her head entirely and allowing him just enough time to look at her from the pilot’s chair in a cross between concern and fury before the stars stuttered to a stop. The ship’s drop out of hyperspace was rather calm, all things considered.

She regarded the Chiss projected above the center console with an unimpressed look. “I wish to speak to your superior,” She said, ignoring Thrawn’s twitch of disapproval. She knew he did not like

“You will speak to me,” The Chiss replied stoically.

Un’hee pursed her lips, closed her eyes and clenched her fists tight enough to draw blood. When she opened them again, Thrawn was watching her with a guarded expression, no doubt aware of her discomfort. She looked at their enemy and spoke once more. The sounds that came out were not Cheunh or Meese Calf.

Thrawn didn’t know what it meant. She could see that on his face.

Then, suddenly, an armored arm threw the Chiss on the other end of the comms device out of range of the projector with a violent swing. “To whom do I speak?” The Grysk asked in Meese Calf, voice low and dangerous. He did not respond in kind.

Un’hee bowed her head in servitude. “I am called Un’hee,” She responded in Meese Calf this time. “I served your Hegemony before being retrieved by the Chiss Ascendancy.” The Navigator chose her words carefully.

“I will not negotiate with your Defense Fleet,” The Grysk said. “You will surrender.”

“Admiral Ar’alani of the Defense Fleet has not authorized our actions,” She said. “She does not know of our plans. The Ascendancy was unwilling to part with Mitth’raw’nuruodo,” She added, “Thus we were forced to act.”

To Thrawn, the Grysk tittered scathingly, “Is this true?”

Thrawn nodded once, sharply enough to indicate that it was in fact the truth.

“I do not trust you,” They responded.

“You have the means to communicate with them,” Un’hee pressed. “Ask them.”

Thrawn reached out, pushing down on her shoulder to stop her from speaking. “You wish to send me to the Galactic Empire in exchange for the Emperor’s favor in the future,” He said. “I am proof that Emperor Palpatine does not value his allies.”

The Grysk growled, “You know nothing of Palpatine.” It stroked its armored face with long, skeletal fingers. “And you underestimate your value,” He said. “You are a gift,” He sneered, “Nothing more.” They studied Thrawn through the projection. “Though I appreciate your selection of Navigator. The young one will reprise her role as a hireling with less effort than it would require to train a new one.”

“Our people will not stand for this,” Un’hee declared, shaking Thrawn’s hand from her shoulder. “They will not be enslaved by your will.”

“They already have been. You will remember your place soon enough.” The Grysk gestured to someone outside of the scope of the projection, when suddenly the projection itself changed to show the expanse of the room. “Since you seem so unconvinced,” The Grysks’s voice held something like amusement. Glee.

Thrawn hissed and swore. “Do not look,” He murmured to her, feeling Un’hee’s entire being freeze with the knowledge of what would happen thanks to her Sight.

Shaking her head even as tears leaked from her eyes, she kept her gaze level with the display of the scene before her. Even as a Chiss - a different one, still wearing that strange, too-pale uniform - dragged a Navigator to stand before the Grysk. “I have to,” She said, even as her lower lip wobbled and the young Navigator on the display was murdered brutally, screaming and crying until life fled her entirely. Her execution was committed by a Chiss.

“It is a high crime for a Chiss to kill a Navigator.” The Grysk cast the murdered Navigator’s body to the side without concern. “And yet you are tools to your Ascendancy, the same as you once were to our Hegemony.”

“We are not tools,” She snarled. “We are warriors.” There was a bright spark in Un’hee’s eyes. To Thrawn’s surprise, her anger far outweighed her fear. “If you continue to kill my sisters, the CDF forces will annihilate the warship Compass,” She said vehemently. “Whether we are aboard or not.”

“We shall see,” The Grysk said. “Consider this your incentive to arrive promptly,” They barked. “Perhaps it persuade me to be merciful towards the rest of your… ‘sisters.’” The last word was said with such contempt that it made the shuttle craft’s speakers crackle.

“They were not the commander,” Thrawn said slowly, once the communications device ceased transmitting and the connection was severed on their enemy’s end.

Un’hee swallowed hard and nodded. “There is more than one aboard,” She said shakily. “They must not have the number of allies required aboard the Compass to hold the ship.”

Thrawn considered that for a moment. “Do you believe they will execute those who refuse to surrender?”

“Not all of them,” She supposed. “But many of them will die. They will use those deaths to inspire hopelessness. And those who are already their clients-”

“Which?” Turning to her, Thrawn eyed her warily. “Explain.”

“Their uniforms were different. More like coveralls. It is hard to tell the difference over the holo but I remember the type. They aren’t the same between client species, but they are duller than the color of cour uniforms. I think those were what the Chiss we spoke to was wearing.”

“It will not be universal,” He speculated cautiously. “But it is worth our consideration.” Then, he returned his hand to her shoulder, patting it gently. “You must continue our course,” He urged her. “I do not wish to ask it of you,” He said, his words infused with honesty, “But there are lives at stake.”

Un’hee nodded. “I understand the gravity of our situation now, Captain Mitth’raw’nuruodo,” She whispered, steeling herself. “I will not serve another Grysk, nor any of their clients,” She uttered vehemently, clenching her fists. “They will have to kill me, and I will not give in without a fight.”

Karyn Faro was mostly trained in Imperial protocol and procedure, but some skills were more or less universal - like this one, she thought, locked in with the bridge crew, openly interviewing the officers presently in command of the Steadfast. Ar’alani was an impressive - and arguably frightening - commanding officer when furious, assuming she allowed it to show. She was far more terrifying when she did not.

The sensor officer was not impressed with her pointed personal questions or the level of disbelief she let drip into her tone. No matter. She was hardly an interrogator, the Empire had had ISB for that, but she could hold her own, and she’d gone toe-to-toe with Thrawn. He was far more frightening than any of the officers aboard Aralani’s bridge.

There was, of course, a method to the madness. She’d retained the information after only a cursory glance on her datapad, deleting the message she’d received moments before the Admiral had been called to the Hangar.

She wasn’t particularly keen on asking officers whom they spent their spare time with, or what familial obligations - off the records, of course - each officer upheld, be it due to some social obligation or simply political beliefs. And, worse of all, that it was a lowly human questioning them, well - Faro spoke more than enough Cheunh to know just what they thought of her. Frankly, she just didn’t care.

It was the younger officers that gave her the hardest time. The sensor officer she’d just finished up with, the petty officer overseeing two weapons terminals that were running diagnostics just in case they’d be needed later. The older officers - the first officers and mid-commanders were far calmer, understanding of the questioning.

Faro went lighter on them, per Ar’alani’s instructions. Of course, they had far more to say, speculations and fingers to point. Such was their way. Pride, arrogance, a flair for the dramatic… she laughed at herself, remembering the days when she assumed Thrawn was a representative of his people. He was just as much of an outsider as she was.

She’d made it a point to give away little, though she worded her commentary to the senior staff with specific phrasing, allowing keen ears to monitor who spoke to whom, and which stories would get back to her. None of the staff made it a point to speak to her, or actively sought her out.

Except one.

“Commander Faro,” Mid-Commander Tanik, who oversaw the bridge with Eli and Thrawn both away from the command walk, greeted her as she paused to key a few notes on her datapad.

“Mid-Commander Tanik,” She returned, stiffening ever-so-slightly to indicate that she respected him as the senior officer. She doubted he had more experience than she did, but she’d been instructed to get along with the crew in all things, whenever possible. Ar’alani might find her perspective… amusing, but right now she was gathering intel.

From her experience, Faro had a feeling she was onto something. She also had a feeling that Ar’alani had positioned her to spring the trap. Tanik did not have an excellent facade, but he did have a wide, disarming smile. She nodded curtly in response to it.

“Have your interviews borne any suspicions?” He asked her.

“Some,” She admitted thoughtfully. “Unfortunately, I cannot speak to them. The admiral was very specific about not speaking to anyone regarding the results of the questioning, despite the need for them to occur in such an open space.”

Tanik hummed thoughtfully. “Well, the Admiral would not lead us astray,” He said, and looked around the bridge, gaze sweeping over his subordinates with a sternness she was almost surprised to see. He shrugged, reverting to his usual passive demeanor, lips tilted upwards ever-so-slightly in what was nearly a smile. “If there is anything I can do, or any other questions you need to ask, just let me know, yes?”

“I appreciate it, Mid-Commander,” While blunt and businesslike, Faro spared a glance around, checking to make sure no one was obviously listening to her, then added, “I don’t believe I’ll have any more questions for you.” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “The Admiral believes it is one of the sensor or weapons officers. She knows her senior staff would never betray her.”

Tanik tutted, sounding almost like a disappointed parent. His voice held an edge of placation, as if trying to soothe some invisible hurt he believed the human to have. “I shall keep my eyes and ears open to what is happening around me. Just let me know when you go to give your report.

“Yes, Sir,” Faro said, then waved with one hand in the direction of the helm. “I appreciate your assistance.”

She felt bad for the weapons officer she was about to pressure - and likely embarrass. However, it was better that she do this than allow the Mid-Commander to gain any sort of insight about just how much Ar’alani and Faro were onto him.

After all, he was a good actor when he knew he was being watched. What he did not know was that Ar’alani had caught a flash of unmistakable glee during their enemy’s missive earlier, reflected opaquely in the mirrored transparisteel of the ship’s windows. Faro was content to look like an idiot for now.

Both Ar’alani and Faro would enjoy watching his downfall.

Upon awakening, Eli was granted exactly ninety-six seconds of carrying on in his native tongue, a language Admiral Ar’alani understood very little of. Not that translation was necessary, some things transcended language. The set of his jaw, the way his lips twisted over his teeth in a snarl, how his chest heaved for breath because his rage seemed to punch it all from his lungs, these were all universal indicators of his mood, of the heat behind his words.

Beside the cot Eli'van'to was now sitting up on and standing to Ar’alani’s right was Vah'nya. She kept her mouth in a straight line, but her eyes danced, finding some of this amusing. To Ar'alani's left was the young Jedi, and his face and ears glowed like a beacon. Perhaps her Senior Navigator was correct, no doubt Ivant had some colorful words to describe his feelings about things. Ar'alani certainly didn't regret her lack of fluency, but she couldn't help but wonder about the specifics.

When she held up a hand, Ivant cut himself off. He went entirely silent, closed his eyes and forced himself to take a deep breath. Centered when he opened them again, he spoke in Cheunh. "Apologies, Admiral," He began, and she heard the anger coiled just beneath the surface barely contained,"It's just," He exhaled, and exclaimed, more than a little surprised and definitely furious, "That - he - he shot me."

"It was a stun bolt," Vah'nya said dubiously, as if he were being overly dramatic. Perhaps his rambling had been, but Ar'alani was content to give him the benefit of the doubt this time. "It's not like you have been harmed. I don't think he has it in him to actually hurt you, at least, not physically."

Eli opened his mouth, no doubt to press something else just as emotional, but Ar'alani interrupted. "Mitth'raw'nuruodo was not the one to stun you. I reviewed the security holos of the incident. It was Navigator Un'hee."

“Un’hee?” The startled yelp from Eli would have been comical in other circumstances, but the lack of denial was the only confirmation Eli was given. The human smoothed a hand down his face and sighed. "They've gone off on their own, haven't they?"

"Yes." Ar'alani was frowning. "I have questioned Navigator Mi'yaric about the events leading up to this. She believes that Un'hee pressured Mitth'raw'nuruodo. He did not coerce her." Something sharpened in the elder Chiss's expression. "He is very lucky I am inclined to believe that, given her actions towards you, lest he inspire my ire in addition to yours.” She retained eye-contact for another two seconds, just enough to let him know that she’d seen what had happened in the hangar. She knew all that happened aboard her ship. He didn’t flinch away, even though his anger had receded beneath his impassive command facade. Good, the admiral thought. There would be time for his arguably well-deserved fury later. For now, they had work to do.

At that, the Jedi turned his head, looking up to her as Eli swung his legs over the cot, satisfied that he did not feel any of the residual tingling or vertigo associated with being stunned. "Admiral?" The young man asked, wincing at her reproach for her first officer gone rogue.

"I am accustomed to Mitth'raw'nuruodo making a mess of our plans," She said, her heavy gaze sliding to the left to regard him. "Make no mistake," She added, "He is a fool and he will be dealt with." She nodded to Eli. "But we have other matters to attend to. Things have changed."

Before the admiral could ask if he was fit to leave, Ivant was on his feet, steady. He turned to Vah'nya. "Do you have their trajectory?"

"Trackers were disabled on the shuttle."

"And on Thrawn?"

Vah'nya smirked. "I cannot believe you got away with that, but yes. The micro-tracker will work so long as he's in the shuttle. If they meet up with another ship, it will not communicate wirelessly with its interface unless it's the Compass.

Ezra looked horrified. “You think she’d actually take him there? She’s terrified of the Grysks and she wouldn’t want Thrawn to just give himself up to them,” He pressed.

Eli frowned, then looked to Vah’nya. “What do you think?”

The Senior Navigator shrugged, almost imperceptibly as she replied. “I was surprised she volunteered herself.”

Eli shook his head. “I’m not. She’s far braver than she lets on. She just doesn’t realize it.”

“Even so, Navigator Mi’yaric’s recount of their conversation was concerning. When we spoke to Ezra,” Vah’nya added, nodding in the Jedi’s direction. “He indicated that Un’hee was not acting strangely, but in hindsight he was able to recognize her words as suggesting she was preparing to do something incredibly dangerous that she felt ‘only she could do.’ I would hope she does not deviate from the plan, but,” She exhaled softly. “I think it may be a possibility.”

A grim smile coveted Ivant’s features. “If there is one Grysk aboard the Compass, they’ll have a warship nearby. Deviation probably won’t be possible, but...”

Ar’alani regarded Eli with sharp skepticism. “You have a plan?”

He exhaled slowly, the motion of his diaphragm controlled. Ar’alani could see him organizing his thoughts, fitting them together into something more cohesive. “I might.”

A smirk crossed her features, like a predator scenting prey. “That makes two of us,” She mused. “Come. Let us see what opportunity we can make from our comrades’ poor decisions.”

Ezra stood one step behind Admiral Ar’alani and to her right. Commander Faro waited for them at the blast doors that opened up to the bridge. They both seemed strangely calm. He had been instructed to go with the admiral following their impromptu strategy meeting and that he’d know what he’d be needed for. It didn’t take an idiot to know that meant that Ezra would be expected to use the Force in some capacity.

Which was fine, he didn’t mind, but nobody was telling him what was going on. If there was someone who was a danger to the crew, a little warning - or even a direction in which to focus his attention - would be nice. The Force usually gave him a nudge in the right direction, but he was far from all-knowing.

The Chiss were like that. They spoke in these riddles that only made Ezra have more questions, until the very last second when he realized what had been so infuriatingly obvious to them the whole time. Usually Thrawn took a teaching approach, guiding Ezra to make the connections necessary. He noticed that Captain Ivant had done the same for him at least once, as well.

But Ezra didn't dare question Admiral Ar'alani at this point. Her shoulders were tight. He considered Faro. She stood in parade rest, a gentle, moderately disinterested look upon her face that reminded him that she had most definitely been an imperial.

"Which officer," Ar'alani began, not needing to complete her question before Faro was indicating an officer over by one of the weapons consoles. Said officer was tense, well aware of the eyes on him, but Ezra sensed only a flicker of nervousness. He didn't think the officer was guilty of anything besides the lack of enjoyment of all the negative attention he was receiving.

Ar'alani didn't even pause in her sedate walk onto the bridge, continuing down into the crew pit and approaching the officer's station. By the looks of it, Ezra realized he was a lieutenant, and probably a newly promoted one if the way he trembled under the admiral’s gaze was any indication.

The weapons officer straightened to attention, rising hastily from his seat in front of his console. Ar’alani’s eyebrow went up, an action Ezra could only see via her reflection in the gleaming viewport to their left, looking out amongst the stars. She did not say anything, only looked at the officer for a long, inscrutable moment.

“Treason is unbecoming of you,” Ar’alani said, almost gently. There was an undercurrent to her voice, indicative of looming danger. Whatever happened now would ultimately change the tone of this entire encounter. Ezra tensed, waiting in anticipation for when he would be needed. He had no doubt it would be soon.

The entire bridge seemed to be holding its breath, just waiting, waiting for the lieutenant paralyzed under the weight of his admiral's gaze to buckle under the strain, for the admiral to put him in his place, to finish her accusation and have Faro usher him away.

None of that happened, though. Instead, Ar'alani's eyes shifted up toward the command walk, disregarding the terrified officer entirely.

"Mid Commander Tanik," Ar'alani said, sounding almost disinterested.

Tanik was not a large man, of average build for a Chiss. Tall and lean, but not wiry. He swallowed hard, no doubt feeling the strange tension, before his eyes focused and he stood at attention, ready to serve. "Yes, Admiral?"

"I said," She annunciated, turning now to face him directly, "'Treason is unbecoming of you.'"

Ezra saw what was happening in his mind's eye with stark clarity, the Force whispering in his ear, alerting him to the imminent danger about to present itself with seconds to spare. Seconds that allowed him the intervention necessary to reclaim the vial in Tanik's hands, the one he had been about to throw at his admiral hard enough to break and that Ezra caught with an invisible hand. He did not need to see the vial to know what it was.

Still with that unimpressed air to her, Ar’alani retrieved the vial where it hovered in front of her by Ezra’s intervention. No one moved, but Ezra felt the shock of fear, the electricity of it as it coursed through the rest of the bridge crew. They all knew what it was, too.

“Do you know why our enemies carry poison like this, why they kill themselves before they can be detained and questioned?” The crooning tone to her voice gave Ezra gooseflesh, made his hair stand on end a sort of sympathetic terror. Tanik made an abrupt about-face and headed toward the door.

Faro stood in front of him, her face slack and stoic, but her eyes alight with fury akin to her admiral’s. Tanik made to shove past her but she dropped quickly, tripping the Chiss with her lower center of gravity and sending him sprawling onto the durasteel walkway. Her show of strength as she hoisted him back up to his feet, his arms twisted painfully behind his back was impressive.

And yet, Faro whirled him around to face Admiral Ar’alani, forcing him to look up into her ruthless eyes. “Our enemies do not wish for their secrets to escape them,” She said, her voice as cold as the vacuum of space. “Your selfishness will be their undoing.”

“I will not tell you anything,” Tanik said.

“No?” She supposed, and a grim smile curved her lips. “I disagree.”

#thranto #mitth'raw'nuruodo #eli vanto #vah'nya #un'hee #ar'alani #my writing #sw fanfiction #ezra bridger

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