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Sneak Peek To My New Upcoming Fic! The Boys (Soldier Boy x Female!Supe!Reader)
(Pic above is an idea what y/n’s superhero suit looks like for The Boys fan fic that is coming soon. Also this little moment is written as a script for only this sneak peek. The actual fic won’t be written this way. I just thought this would be different and a fun way to write out this moment)
[The camera stays on a disco ball as the announcer for Solid Gold begins to speak]
Solid Gold Announcer: And Soldier Boy didn’t come alone tonight. That’s right, we have another special guest. Please welcome, Mystic Shade!
[The camera lowers down to the stage where a Mystic Shade, in her superhero suit and her hair in a side braid, leans against a white pillar in the middle of the stage then brings up the microphone to her lips.]
Mystic Shade: Girls! [trumpet] Girls! [trumpet] Watch out! [trumpet] Watch out!
[The music begins to play as Mystic Shade stands up and starts to walk, slowly, across the stage as she continues to sing.]
Mystic Shade: There's a two legged animal running about. If it smokes a great big cigar [holds two fingers up and acts like she’s smoking]. And it hangs around at a bar. If it tells the biggest lies, wears the loudest ties [mimicking putting on a tie]. It's a man. If it acts just like a crossed patch. Has a face with whiskers that scratch [gestures to her face]. If it's stubborn as can be, mean and ornery [put on a mock angry face before switching to smile]. It's a man.
[As she sings, she walks across the floor then does a bit of a dance, which is her shimming her shoulders and shaking her hips.]
Mystic Shade: It if walks, if it talks. If its habits are a little bit peculiar. If it brags and tries to make you think it's wonderful [she flicks the end of her braided hair and rolls her eyes in a playful way]. Be on the lookout, don't let it fool ya [she raises a finger then wags it as if to say no]. But if it makes the moon up on high, More than just a light in the sky [she raises her right hand up in the air, a small smile on her face, like she’s speaking from experience]. If it kisses you and you find you like it too. GRAB IT! [she stops walking and holds up her right arm and balls her hand into a fist, with a stern look on her face then gives a cheeky, sexy grin]. It's a man.
[She gets behind the pillar she had leaned agains earlier then runs her fingers on the back of it as she walks around it. Then she continues to sing.]
Mystic Shade: It if walks, if it talks. If its habits are a little bit peculiar. If it brags and tries to make you think it's wonderful. Be on the lookout, don't let it fool ya!
[At this point, a handsome male back-up dancer, dressed up in a nice suit, comes up to her and she turns to him.]
Mystic Shade: But if it's kneelin' down on one knee [the man gets down on one knee and holds up a ring box, pretending to propose]. Sayin' darling please marry me. [She walks up to the man, strokes his face then lowers her hand towards his tie] Then don't hesitate, better name the date and then GRAB IT! [she grabs his tie] HOLD IT! [she pulls the man and he gets to his feet] HANG ONTO IT! [she pulls him close to her and the man looks a bit surprised but there was a bit of excitement in his eyes and Mystic Shade smiles at him]. For It's a man!
[She belts out the last note before she pulls the man towards her and plants her lips on his. The man was taken aback but getting the opportunity to kiss a Supe, and one of the most popular and beautiful Supe at that, was a wonderful surprise and he kisses her back. The music ends and they break the kiss. The man gives the biggest smile he could muster and Mystic Shade smiles back at him then winks at him.]
[But from backstage, Soldier Boy had seen this and he didn’t like it. He turns his head as Mystic Shade makes her way to the back.]
Soldier Boy: (angrily) What the fuck was that?
Mystic Shade: (feigning ignorance) What was what?
[She goes to walk pass him but he grabs her arm and she turns to look up at him]
Soldier Boy: (low growl) You damn well know what I mean.
Mystic Shade: (a smirk on her lips) Ease up, Soldier Boy. Jealousy isn’t a good look in you. Plus…it was all an act.
Soldier Boy: You sure? Because it didn’t look like an act.
Mystic Shade: (her smile grows. She’s enjoying messing with him) So what if it was? (She leans in close to him) What are you gonna do about?
[Soldier Boy’s eyes darken as he glares down at her. Most people would’ve back down from his glare but she didn’t. Mainly it was because she could see the lust and desire in his eyes and she knew that she was in for it.]
(And now for this second sneak peek it is written normally. Also if you want to know the song is It’s A Man by Betty Hutton. My friend, Slinky, introduced me to this song as she heard it from one of the Fallout games)
(Y/n) continued to stare at the poster until Bethany comes up to her and places a hand on her arm. “(Y/n)?” She said and (y/n) pulls out of her thoughts and looks over at her friend. “You ready?” She asked and (y/n) sighs. “Not really…but let’s do it.” She said and they head inside the theater as does Frenchie and Kimiko.
They get inside and take a seat and Bethany pats her friend’s shoulder. “You sure you’re gonna be okay seeing this?” She asked (y/n). “I think so.” (Y/n) said. The lights start to dim and the screen comes on as it starts to play the film.
"Soldier Boy grew up in the birthplace of American liberty. Born poor on the mean streets of South Philadelphia, he learned the values of hard work, tenacity and bravery. He used those values to prove America's exceptionalism to the world." The narrator of the film said as it shows various pictures of Soldier Boy's life. Then it shows a clip of Soldier Boy in the trenches with the American soldiers.
"Okay, boys, let's give these Krauts some hell." Soldier Boy said and he leads the men on out into the battlefield. (Y/n) bites her lips as she remembers those days. "He and his partner, Mystic Shade, defended us against the encroaching Red Menace." The narrator said as it goes to another clip and shows Soldier Boy and (y/n) in the Congress, which takes (y/n) by surprise as she sees herself sitting next to Soldier Boy. "Congress, I have a list right here of avowed Communists." He said as he holds up a file.
"He helped guide America into a brighter future, and along the way, he found the love of a good woman..." the narrator said as it shows Soldier Boy and Mystic Shade, their arms around each other and a smile on their faces. (Y/n) lets out a heavy sigh and Bethany turns to her and places an arm around her. “You okay?” She asked her and (y/n) nods.
"...which made his sacrifice all the more noble, when he gave his life saving us from a nuclear holocaust." The narrator said as it shows a melted down nuclear power plant. Then the screen goes black. "Please join us in saluting Soldier Boy." The narrator said and there were scattered applause. Then a spotlight comes on and the screen slides up to reveal Crimson Countess walk out onto the stage and begins to sing. “Fuckin’ hell.” (Y/n) grumbles, annoyed.
When the night was dark
And the dawn was cold
From sea to shining sea and mountains' majesty
He did it all For the red, white and the bold
'Cause he's America's son
As she sings, she brings her hands together and uses her power to shootout the red ball of energy she makes. It goes flying over head and the ball of energy explodes and engulfs the room in red light as Countess continues to sing.
A shining beacon of freedom
He's America's son
After the show, Countess was in her dressing room and was crushing up some pills as the door opens. "At your request, Countess." The voice of her manager said and Countess looks up at her mirror and sees the familiar face of her old partner. "Well, well, well, never thought I'd see you here, Misty." Countess said with a smile as (y/n) pulls back her hoodie.
"I mean, you're basically a recluse. Some people even think you're dead." Countess taunts as (y/n) glares at her. "What do you want, Crimson?" She asked as she folds her arms across her chest. Countess turns in her seat to look at her. "Can't I say hi to an old friend?" Countess asked. "You and I are nowhere near close enough to be considered friends." (Y/n) sneered and Countess gives a fake offended look.
"Oh, my dear, Misty...." Countess said, dramatically, and (y/n) rolled her eyes a this. She always hated it when Countess called her this name, it irritated her to no end which she figured that's why Countess does that. "Are you still mad that Ben and I dated?" Countess asked her. "I don't know...you mad that he dumped you to get back together with me?" (Y/n) asked and Countess drops the act.
"No, actually. I really don't give a fuck." Countess said as she goes back to her table then starts to inhale some of the crushed up pills she made. "But I will say one good thing about him, he was great in the sack." Countess said.
"Why the hell am I here, Countess?" (Y/n) asked and Countess turns to her. "Well, seems like that whole Girls Get It Done shit has been a big deal lately. And I figured maybe get us girls back together from the old team." Crimson said and (y/n) glares at her.
"You know, you, me and Tessa. We could show those bitches in The Seven who the real female heroes are. " Crimson said and (y/n) shakes her head. "Not just no but fuck no!" (Y/n) said and Crimson was taken aback. "Well, why not? I mean, clearly you're not doing anything! Tessa and Thomas are apparently gonna host Herogasm here in a few days and of course I've had a music career." Crimson said. "And I like it that way. I got out of Payback for a reason, Countess!" (Y/n) shouts.
"Yeah because you were becoming a washed up Supe and Ben isn't around to fuck you senseless like the dirty whore bitch you really are!" Crimson accused and (y/n) snaps as she waves her hand and Crimson goes flying back and hits the wall, hard. (Y/n) starts to breath heavily as she glares daggers at her old partner until she looks down at her hand, which was shaking.
"You can never even begin to THINK what I've been through the last forty years!" (Y/n) growls as she glares at Crimson, who gets up. "Oh boo-hoo, you're boyfriend died and now you live all alone in some farmhouse in Kansas. Get the fuck over yourself, Misty." Crimson sneers. "Fuck you!" (Y/n) spat and the two women continue to glare at each other before (y/n) turns and heads for the door.
"Go fuck a chimp, Crimson." (Y/n) spat and she slams the door behind her, puts her hood up and walks out of the room and down the hall, passing by Frenchie and Kimiko as they get ready for their visit with Crimson Countess.
After dusting herself off of the confrontation, Countess goes to sit by her dressing table and gathers up more pills and crushes them. "Next!" Countess shouts as she goes to snort up the crushed up drugs and exhales as the door opens, Kimiko and Frenchie enter her room. "You seem a little old for the Countess Tea Package." Countess said once she looks up and notices them. "We're young at heart." Frenchie said as Kimiko comes up to Countess and holds up her phone to show her what she typed.
I like your music
"Oh, sweetie. Can't you talk?" Countess asked Kimiko after she read her message. Kimiko shakes her head, shyly, and Countess smiles at her. "Would you like to hear something new?" She asked her and Kimiko nods. "Okay." Countess said and she leads Kimiko to her laptop to bring up a music video while Frenchie is looking around the room.
Chimps don't cry
No, chimps
Don't cry...
"You know that chimps are physically incapable of crying? But that doesn't mean they're not crying on the inside." Countess said, dramatically, and she goes to look at the video while Kimiko turns to Frenchie and begins to sign language to him.
She's nice.
She's nuts!
No, she's not.
Let's get it over with!
Fine.
Kimiko then turns to Countess and grabs her. "Wh-What are you..." Countess shouts when Kimiko slams her up against the wall. "Wh-What are you...Ow!" Countess screams as Kimiko hits her. "Don't let her hands touch!" Frenchie shouts and Kimiko separates Countess' hands. "Ow! Let go of me, you bitch." Countess shouts as Frenchie comes up next to her while Kimiko holds her up against the wall.
"No fireball if your hands don't touch, oui? You stay quiet and relax. She will hurt you." Frenchie tells her. "What do you want?" Countess asked him. "We want to know about Soldier Boy." Frenchie said. "What the fսck do you care about Soldier Boy?" Countess asked, confused. "We want the truth about Soldier Boy, not the merde you've been giving us in your appalling show. How did he die? Who killed him? Talk." Frenchie demands.
"The show is the truth, mοthеrfսckеr." Countess said as there was another knock and the door opens as a kid and her parents come in. "He died a hero." Countess tells them just as they hear the family coming in.
Seizing the opportunity, Countess knocks Kimiko off of her then runs out of the room. Frenchie and Kimiko then chase after her as she runs out of the building and out into the park.
Countess shoves people out of the way then turns around to see Frenchie and Kimiko still gaining up on her. She stops, brings her hands together and shoots her fireball at the duo but they duck and the fireball hits the man in the Homelander costume, making blood and guts explode everywhere.
People and children began to scream but with some of the people near the mascot were protected by a force field. Frenchie and Kimiko jumped back at this as kids and adults scream, cry and run as does Countess.
Frenchie turns around and sees the white hoodie woman again, her arms were stuck out in front of her. They share a look before the woman lowers her arms and runs the opposite direction and it suddenly clicked with him who she was. "Putain de merde! That was Mystic Shade!" Frenchie said as Kimiko looks in time to see the woman run then signs at him.
Should we go after her?
"Butcher said he was gonna deal with her." Frenchie said as he takes her arm and Kimiko looks around to see a few kids still looking frighten and distraught at the man in the Homelander mascot costume, or what was left of him, before she and Frenchie leave the park.
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STORMI BREE?! her pics with her daughter are GOALS and shes also a single mom
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MASTERLIST | PATREON
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stylesupdates Harry and Y/N seen in London last night!
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harryfan4 I LOVE THEM
harryfan6 my parents
harryfan8 the way they have been dating for years…i wanna be her 😭
harryfan2 y/n is so pretty
harryfan7 some things don’t need to be shared 💔
harryfan9 since the boys are going solo…does that mean we’re getting an album about y/n…
harryfan11 praying for more albums about her 🙏🙏
harryfan13 rolling in my grave
harryfan15 Y/N IS LIVING THE LIFE
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harryfan14 did something happen orrrr
harryfan16 I WILL MISS ALL HER POSTS WITH HARRY 😭
harryfan18 she’s probably taking a break!
harryfan20 the end of an era
harryfan17 first one direction and now y/n’s instagram????
harryfan19 the world is ending
harryfan21 and now she has me deactivating my instagram…😌
harryfan23 i hope she’s doing okay omg
harryfan25 i’m crying
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harryfan22 I AM SCREAMING
harryfan24 i hate men.
tessward i support this!
harryfan26 excuse me…
harryfan28 isn’t this the girl harry was seen with today…
harryfan30 wait what i thought he was with y/n
harryfan33 i am blocking harry
harryfan29 why did he cut it, y/n helping him grow his hair out was the best decision ever 😭
harryfan31 starting a riot
harryfan34 anyways 🙄
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harryfan36 WHAT
harryfan38 he was just seen with y/n a couple weeks ago…what happened 😭
harryfan40 trust no man, not even harry styles
harryfan37 now i understood why y/n deactivated her instagram
harryfan39 harry…
harryfan41 anyways, stan y/n 😌
harryfan43 the way y/n loved harry’s long hair and he just goes and cuts it after they break up
harryfan45 when you put it like that 😶
harryfan42 sobbing
2022 *six years later*
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harryfan50 y/n comes back to instagram with this post 😨
harryfan53 SHE HAS A DAUGHTER??? HELLO
taylorswift the best parent ever!
harryfan56 you know harry is regretting that breakup up with y/n
zendaya you have a whole kid…how didn’t i know this
harryfan57 harry liked this so quick 😭
kaiagerber i miss my favorite six year old
harryfan52 did she just say six-
harryfan55 if i did my calculations correct the child is harry’s 😀
harryfan58 they broke up in 2016 which was six years ago making y/n’s daughter six…so yeah the child is definitely harry’s
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harryfan61 I LOVE GIGI FOR THIS
harryfan63 you can tell y/n is genuinely so happy, i’m crying
yourinstagram mother’s are truly the best
gigihadid especially you, you inspire me 💞
harryfan65 the way gigi shaded harry in her caption…as she should honestly
arianagrande oh my goodness!!! so cute!!!
harryfan68 harry’s lurking is killing me 😭
harryfan64 right, he doesn’t even follow gigi but still liked this
oliviarodrigo inner me is screaming
harryfan62 the internet is in flames right now 😀
niallhoran phoebe and y/n, the best duo
harryfan69 HER NAME IS PHOEBE?? CRYING
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harryfan70 taylor and y/n’s relationship is so cute
harryfan72 ALL THE POSTS WE ARE GETTING TODAY 😭
yourinstagram i love you & the song you wrote about me
taylorswift more songs written about you are more to come
harryfan74 the man being about y/n makes so much sense
harryfan78 harry is literally stalking…like ain’t you on tour 🤭
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On the Streets of Coruscant
Padawan! Obi-Wan x Fem!reader
Part Two (posted on my new account)
Description: The reader meets the dashingly handsome Padawan Obi-Wan Kenobi at a club, deciding to take him to see the sights of Coruscant.
Word Count: 8.6k
Warnings & tags: slight swearing (i refuse to use canon swear words), drinking, kissing, lots of fluff, pre phantom menace, everyone is an adult in this! me making up star wars names (this shit is hard!), bittersweet ending, saying “chuckled” too much
Notes: This is the second fic I've ever posted, and its been YEARS. Its also the first time I've written Obi-Wan, so sorry if this is awful! I would appreciate any constructive criticism and reactions <3 Also, this was inspired by these bts pics of Ewan cause ughghghg!!
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The streets of Coruscant were always buzzing, day or night, and whatever the weather. The only refuge one could find from its constant commotion was indoors, preferably on the upper levels, where the noise could be drowned out and the shades could be drawn. While not on the lowest level, Y/N had no such luxury, having to deal with the hustle and bustle no matter what she did. However, it was a small price to pay for leaving Corellia, which was beautiful, yet boring. It wasn't her fault that some of the best schools in the galaxy were located on Coruscant, or that their clubs were so good.
It was Zhellday, which meant Y/N had once again found herself in her and her friends usual club, which one of their fathers owned. It was the best mid-level bar in the region, and they got to drink for cheap, so they rarely went anywhere else. They sat around one of the many small seating areas away from the dance floor, nursing some early drinks and gazing around at the crowd. Ya'sami, a twi'lek who had come to Coruscant for the same reason as Y/N, quickly downed their drink, smiling at the group.
"Someone dance with me," they said, looking around at the group.
Ripp shook his head. "I'm not drunk enough." They all knew you had to get Ripp good and drunk if he was going to dance.
"Alright," Y/N said in an exaggeratedly annoyed tone, "If you insist."
"Finally!" Ya'sami laughed, "Its what we come for, is it not?"
Laughing, Ya'sami took Y/N's hand and led them to the dance floor. The music was annoyingly loud, but neither noticed, forgetting their loads of schoolwork and impending due-dates in favor of the drumming boom of sound. The music was different on Coruscant than it was on Corellia. While Corellia wasn’t known for its soft melody’s or brooding lyrics, Coruscant’s made it seem so. On Coruscant, music was meant for partying, and Y/N took it up on its enticing offer.
After a while, Y/N grew parched, and yelled to Ya'sami over the noise, "I'm going to the bar!" Ya'sami kept on dancing, now in their own little groove.
Y/N pushed through the thick crowd, bumping elbows but trying her best to be polite. She muscled her way to the front, finding a small empty space along the surface of the bar. She rested her elbows against it, waiting for the bartender, who knew her well, to come over. It would take a while, since it was peak hours on a Zhellday, but she didn't mind. It was nice to cool off, as she could feel her arms growing sticky with the heat of all the bodies pressed into one room.
The bartender came up to give the man beside her his drink, throwing her an apologetic look. "Sorry Y/N, I'm swamped, I'll be there in a minute."
"No problem," she said, smiling.
Just as the space opened up next to her, another came to take his place. She felt something rough brush against her arm, and glancing over, she caught a look at the unfairly attractive man next to her. She looked away quickly, smiling sheepishly to herself. Even as an adult, Y/N always felt like a schoolgirl around attractive people. Trying to act inconspicuous, she dared another glance. His hair was a reddish brown, cropped short and spiky around his face. His nose was straight and his brow was strong. As the colored lights danced against his face, she noticed a small dimple on his chin. Stars, was he cute. Furrowing her brows, Y/N first thought it strange to wear such an outfit at a club of all places. His robes were plain and loose upon his chest, his deep brown cloak draped over his shoulders and billowing down to the floor. Then, the realization hit her as her eyes honed in on the small braid cascading down his left shoulder.
Y/N looked away quickly, head reeling. She knew little about the Jedi, only what her friend from Coruscant had told her. "Very secretive," Ripp had said, "All any normal person really knows about them is their 'force' or whatever it is, and their light sabers. And, once when I was a kid, I heard one got kicked out because he was seeing a woman on the outside."
And, Y/N had found out one way or another, before they were Jedi Masters, they wore a long braid on the side of their head.
Nothing Y/N knew about them said they couldn't go to clubs on their nights off, or did they even get a night off? Even if they technically could, Y/N had never seen one casually grabbing a drink anywhere, or even heard about it. It seemed like something people would gossip about.
The bartender came wizzing around the corner. The man, or rather Jedi, beside Y/N stuck his hand out as he passed.
"I'm looking for someone named-" he began in a strong Coruscanti accent. The bartender only glanced his way.
"Sorry kid, I'm a little busy," he said before quickly walking away, carrying far too many drinks.
The Jedi huffed, hanging his head for a moment before looking back at the sea of people. Before Y/N even knew what she was doing, she turned to the handsome stranger.
"I might know who you're looking for."
He turned to her, eyes blue and bright, and she nearly gasped. Stars, she kept saying over and over in her head, stars, stars, stars.
He raised his eye brows at her, looking around for moment before turning back to her gaze. Her eyes bounced around, fearing he may be able to tell she fancied him just by looking at her.
"You might?" he asked, clearly surprised, though Y/N didn't know what exactly for. Was he shocked that she was listening to him, or that some random club-goer dared to speak to him, a Jedi-in-training. She couldn't think about it for too long, as he was waiting for an answer.
"Y-yeah," she stuttered, "I come here a lot, and my friends father owns the place."
He nodded, giving her a small smile, making her nerves build even more than they had before. She wasn't sure if it was because he was so handsome, or the fact that she knew he had a light saber stashed under his robes and lived in the big temple on the upper level.
"I'm looking for a Mirialan named Craz. He's said to spend some time here." He looked at her sternly, yet with a clam air about him. Y/N had expected him to be arrogant, someone of such importance. However, she had the feeling he was not at all, despite the authority he could so easily command. Although he was on the job, or so she assumed, he posture was relaxed and easy like his robes.
She shook her head, feeling guilty or taking up his time when she had no answers. He only looked slightly disappointed, a crease forming between his brows.
As he went to speak, Y/N interrupted, again without thinking. The thought of him leaving, without learning even so much as his name, made her want to prolong it as long as she could. She told herself it was curiosity, rather than hopeless attraction.
"My friends might know, though! Most of them have been living here longer than I have."
His eyes turned upwards in thought before he glanced around. He shrugged, smiling once again. "Thank you," he said, letting Y/N lead the way from the bar.
She could feel him following behind her, so close yet never touching. Weaving through the crowd, she looked back once to see if he was still there or had been lost amongst the people. He was, catching her looking and staring straight into her eyes. While he was not smiling, he seemed somewhat amused at her guilty glance. She realized it was foolish to think he, a Jedi, might have lost his way.
They made their way to her friends, most of which were still sitting at the spot where she left them. While a few had gone to dance, Ripp, whos father was the owner, was thankfully still there. If anyone would know who the man was, it would be him.
"Guys," she said, the man standing beside her, "this is..." She faltered.
"Obi-Wan," he said.
Ripp's eye went wide, and Y/N could feel her face heat up already. She should have known they'd freak out at the sight of her bringing along a Jedi.
Dani, who was sitting beside Ripp, began to giggle. Y/N rolled her eyes, knowing it was he was handsome.
"What brings a gentleman such as yourself into a place like this?" Ripp joked. Dani bit her lip, making Y/N want to crawl inside of herself. Obi-Wan either didn't notice Dani's shameless display or chose not to react. Rather, he chuckled at Ripp's joke.
"I am looking for a Mirilalan, Craz. I was told you may know where he is."
"Oh, I know Craz," Ripp answered, leaning back into the couch, "My father had to throw him out of here a few months ago and told him never to come back."
Obi-Wan put a hand on his chin in thought. "Do you know where he might be these days?"
Ripp shook his head, "No clue, sorry."
Obi-Wan huffed, placing a hand on his hip. In doing so, he revealed his light saber hanging from the leather belt along his waist. Y/N had never seen one up close, only catching glimpses on the holo. It's impressiveness did not escape her, nor did its elegance. For a moment she wondered if he would let her see it closer if she asked, though she promptly pushed this thought from her mind. Not only would it be rude, but she felt as if outside eyes on such a weapon could somehow tarnish its great power.
Besides the deadly force hanging from his belt, Obi-Wan appeared the more normal he had all night. His stance was even more relaxed than it had been before, as if he was just another club-goer waiting on a drink.
After a moment of thought, Obi-Wan spoke again, "Thank you for your help, and I apologize for taking so much of your time."
Y/N nearly laughed, for he had not taken more than a minute. She wondered if all Jedi were so polite. As he turned to leave, Ripp called after him, not hiding his excitement, "Nice meeting you, Obi-Wan!"
Obi-Wan turned and smirked, offering a courteous, "Likewise." before walking away.
As he disappeared into the crowd, Dani stared dreamily into the distance. "Ya'sami's going to be so mad when she hears about this! Stars, are all Jedi that cute?"
"He can probably still hear you," Ripp joked, making Dani go pink.
For the third time that evening, Y/N acted without thinking, all due to the handsome Jedi. Without responding to her friends, she turned and followed after Obi-Wan, trying to reach him in the crowd. He was hard to spot, but she caught him skirting around the dance floor, robe flowing behind. As she neared him, she shouted his name. He turned, not looking all that surprised. Perhaps he sensed me coming.
"Yes?" he asked, accent smooth and level, even through all the noise.
She hadn't thought of what she was going to say, and her heart began racing, threatening to burst from her chest. She had never acted on so many impulses in one night before, usually allowing herself a single bad decision and refraining from the rest. The common culprits were almost always benign, such as one too many drinks or dancing too close to a handsy guy. Never had she been so forward with someone who she knew, deep down, would never fall for her advances.
"I-I," she stuttered. Maker, get yourself together. "I feel bad, for not helping you more, taking up your time."
He did not laugh, but looked at her with a soft pity. "It's quite alright. Your friend provided me with important information. I will search elsewhere."
Elsewhere, not here, not with me.
"Well, let me at least buy you a drink," she offered, smiling. Seeing his reservations, she offered another excuse, "I get them half off anyway."
He thought for a moment, tilting his head slightly before meeting her eyes. Could Jedi even drink?
“Come on,” she pleaded, growing a bit desperate. Embarrassed by her own words, she attempted to backpedal a bit, “one for the road.”
"Alright, if you insist," he answered, looking towards the bar. They found a spot to wait, Obi-Wan resting an elbow against it and peering out across the room. Y/N angled towards him slightly, though kept a polite distance.
"I'm Y/N," she said, holding out her hand.
He took it, handshake far softer than she expected. She felt a spark run up her arm.
"Pleased to make your acquaintance, Y/N".
She loved the way her name sounded on his lips. She never was one to swoon over the Coruscanti accent, as she had run across many travelers with it on Corellia. There was just something about his voice, subtle but strong, serious on the edge of jest.
"Are you allowed to tell me what this Craz has done to warrant your search?" Y/N was half joking and half curious, especially since learning that Ripps father had thrown him out not too long ago.
"He's an important member of a crime syndicate that runs out of the lower levels, but they've been making their way up the city for some time now."
"Maker, I didn't know we got those kinds of characters in here." She truly was shocked, for she had only seen a few fights break out here, and never with blasters.
"You usually don't. It's easier to keep it contained if they don't spread levels, which is why I'm here."
The bartender interrupted them, looking a bit dazed due to his consent running around.
"Y/N," he said, and then looking towards Obi-Wan, "Sorry about before, Kid. What do you need?"
Obi-Wan replied before Y/N had the chance, "It's all taken care of."
The bartender looked pleased to not have to answer any questions on such a busy night. "So, what can I get you?"
"I'll have a phattro," Y/N began, "And you'll have.." she said, looking towards Obi-Wan.
"A corellian," he said, glancing towards her with a thankful nod.
"A phattro and a corellian," the bartender repeated before walking away to make the drinks.
Y/N smiled towards Obi-Wan. "A corellian," she said slyly. Obi-Wan gave her an amused look. "Thats where I'm from."
"A planet rich with history," he offered, for the first time seemingly genuinely intrigued.
"Yes, and a stagnant present," she chuckled dryly, "have you ever been there?"
He shook his head. "I have not had the pleasure."
"I'd say it is more of a pleasure that you haven't been there. It's excitements pale in comparison to Coruscant, unless you enjoy working long hours on ships."
For the first time, he fully laughed, rather than a reserved chuckle. His eyes shined in the lights, forcing Y/N to look away before her knees gave out.
"I'm not much for flying," said Obi-Wan, still looking at her, "My strong suits lay elsewhere."
"And where may that be?" She leaned in a bit closer to him, for a moment forgetting he was not just a man she met at the bar who happened to catch her eye. He did not move away or look displeased. In fact, he appeared amused.
"Conversation," he answered simply.
The bartender came over with their drinks.
“Put it on my tab,” she said to the bartender, who nodded and walked off.
Y/N watched as Obi-Wan took a sip of his, emptying half of the small glass.
"Then I shall test your abilities," she said, smirking as she lead him away from the bar and into the crowd. They stood amongst the others for a moment, now closer than they had been to each other all night. Once again, his cloak pressed against her shoulder, though she now felt his arm beneath it. She tried to hide her childish joy at the barely-there connection, taking a sip of her drink.
It was a bit louder now that they moved farther into the thick of things. Obi-Wan was forced to lean closer to her ear as he spoke, "Did you come to Coruscant only for the excitements?"
She couldn't help but laugh, "No, I go to the university. The night life is only a bonus."
"What are your studies in?" he asked, surprising Y/N for the umptenth time. She hadn't expected him to be interested in her life.
"Intergalatic relations. I hope to work for senatorial office one day."
He smiled brightly. Stars, he had a lovely smile.
"An honorable profession."
She could feel his eyes on her as he spoke, swearing she could catch him daring a look at her outfit, which was far more flashy than she would wear in her day-to-day life. Rather than feeling embarrassed, she thanked herself for putting so much thought in her partying appearance, which Ya'sami had said was totally smokin'. At the time she had brushed it off, laughing, though now she realized Ya'sami may have been right.
"Not as honorable as yours," she chuckled nervously. It was the first time either of them had hinted at him being a Jedi, and she soon feared that it would scare him away. While he did not seem to be easily frightened, rather on the contrary, she did not know if he was bending any rules to have a drink with her.
He looked away, seeming to remember his place for a moment. To Y/N's delight, he turned back quickly.
"We all have our place," he offered, "Without the senatorial office, who knows what would have become of me."
Boldly, Y/N began to push the boundaries of whatever this was. "I'm sure you would've done great things either way. I can't imagine you back home in the shipyards."
"Without the Corellian shipyards, where would the senate procure their greatest ships?" His question came off not as defensive, or even as if he was trying to steer the conversation away from himself. Rather, Y/N had the feeling she had genuinely engaged him in an interesting topic of conversation. She tried not to let her chest swell with a strange sort of pride.
"I have to say, your respect for my home world surprises me, especially due to their exceedingly cold attitude towards the Senate."
He laughed, making Y/N wonder how she could make him do it again. She wanted to listen to him laugh all night.
"I am starting to see why you left."
"Perhaps you are coddled by the comforts of Coruscant. Though I'd think that you've traveled to your fair share of systems." She took a sip of her drink, watching him from the corner of her eye. A pink light shined against the back of his head, highlighting his spiky hair.
"It's one of the perks," he said before finishing the rest of his drink. Fuck, he'll probably leave now.
Thankfully, he kept talking, "Though you often do not get the chance to sight-see."
"What a shame." She sincerely felt sorry for Obi-Wan, realizing that he likely didn't get out much. Perhaps thats why he allowed her to buy him a drink, why he so thoughtfully indulged her wishes to entertain him, even for a few minutes.
As she thought on this more, she pondered the possibility that he had never been taken around Coruscant, shown the touristy landmarks that everyone visits when they first arrive. Likely he had been all around the city, though it was probably for work with the inability to stop and take it all in. All at once, she had the ludicrous, irresponsible idea of taking his hand and dragging him around to all the sights that enthrall the thousands of tourists that flood the streets everyday.
"I assume you've seen the sights of Coruscant?" she asked shyly, internally pleading that he would say no.
He shook his head and she forced herself to not jump for joy. "Only in passing, though I know my way around the lower levels quite well. But I do not think that is what you meant," he chuckled.
All too eagerly, she spoke in excitement, "Well, how much time do you have?"
He sighed, looking weary. She could tell he was going over the time in his head, thinking about going along with her across the city, and about whoever was waiting for him back at the temple.
"I really shouldn't..." he said, mostly to himself. A smile began to form at the corner of his mouth.
"Come on," she pried, grinning up at him, "It'll only take a little while. Just call it a much needed break." In an act of flirtatious desperation, she held out her hand for him to take. Looking down at it, then up to her, he placed his hand in hers, smiling.
She quickly began leading, or rather pulling him towards the exit of the club. As they passed a small table, they each half hazzardly placed their drink down. For a moment she remembered she was here with friends, who were likely wondering where she was, though she hadn't the mind to care. Caught up in the temptation of spending the evening with Obi-Wan, with whom she had grown more and more enthralled with, Y/N giddily pushed the heavy doors to walk out into the cool city night. Now outside, the music was muffled, yet the bass was still heavy in the air. Despite the crisp temperature, Y/N's body was still warm with the heat of the club, and with the feeling of Obi-Wan's hand clasped in hers. She turned back to look at him, who was a bit more collected than herself, but still more carefree than he had been in the club. Perhaps he wasn’t used to suck loud music, or being surrounded by drunk patrons looking to dance. Slowly and to her glee, she could tell he was forgetting the original purpose of his visit.
"So, do you have a preference to where we got first, or I shall I choose?" she asked.
Obi-Wan answered quickly, "You choose."
"To the Plaza then," she said, beginning to walk down the crowded street. Hands still in one anothers, she lead Obi-Wan down the enclosed street towards an opening to the roadway. They each looked out across the wide space filled with cruisers and neon lights on the side of the skyscrapers. Billboards flashed bright images which reflected upon the fast moving cruises, pictures clear against the long transports. Openings in the platforms above revealed the deep black of the night sky, which did not shine with stars.
"Its the one thing I miss about Corellia," she began, staring up at the sky, "The stars."
Obi-Wan looked up and then back at her, though she did not notice, too busy imagining what night looked like on Corellia.
"I remember the first time I saw them," he said with a sigh. Y/N turned towards him, gently holding his hand a bit tighter. "It was on Noe'ha'on. Before then I had only seen them in ships, or briefly on the holo."
For the second time, Y/N felt sorry for Obi-Wan. She almost made herself laugh at the thought of feeling sorry for a Jedi.
He began again, "It was if I was seeing them for the first time. I could not imagine anything in the galaxy more beautiful."
They were staring at each other now, and Y/N felt her heart begin beating faster. She wished he was talking about her and not to her. For an instant, she thought about saying no, you're the most beautiful thing in the galaxy. Then, fear struck her. Could he hear what she was thinking?
"You must see them a lot now, going place to place."
"Yes, but they deserve a moment of peace which does not often find itself on missions.” He seemed to grow lost in thought, and Y/N enjoyed simply watching him think for a moment.
"When I was a little girl,” she said, breaking the silence, “I would sit and look at them for hours. In the winter, if you were lucky, sometimes you could catch aurora borealis." She began to think about showing Obi-Wan the show of lights that would grace the Corellian skies.
He smiled at her words. "I have seen that too, though only once. That was long ago."
"Its too bad I can't show you that tonight," she said with a sad smile, "though I will keep my promise and show you what the travelers come for!" Her excitement returned, and she turned to hail a taxi. One came wizzing by and to an abrupt stop in front of them. The door slid open, and Y/N was forced to let go of Obi-Wan's hand. She mourned the loss of his touch, which she did not expect she would receive again. The excuse to take his hand was all but gone, so she settle for sitting next to him.
The droid asked them their destination, with Y/N answering in the calmest manner she could muster. She thought it wise to hide her elation at his company, attempting to present an air of coolness that would likely fail. Obi-Wan had not yet recoiled fully at her advances of friendship, which she was thankful for.
Y/N looked out the window of the taxi, watching as it climbed through the air towards the upper levels. She had been on Coruscant for a year now, but the foreign beauty of the city was not yet lost on her. Obi-Wan watched her expression of wonder at the sights, which she was meant to be showing him. He chuckled at her childlike enrapture, making her turn to him with a confused look.
"Are you making fun of me?" she asked in amusement. He seemed a bit horrified at the thought of offending her.
"Oh, no, I-"
She cut him off with laughter., “I'm only teasing."
He visibly relaxed at her words, his smiling returning.
"I still can't get over the sight of the city at night," she explained, "I lived a ways off from any city on Corellia. I'm not entirely used to it yet, though I'm not sure I want to be."
"Wonder is a great gift," his voice was tender, much softer than before, "most loose it as they grow."
Her chest warmed at his words, feeling fuzzy. She had never met anyone like Obi-Wan, and not just because he was a Jedi. His poise came off not as a cockiness, but rather comfortably dignified. She did not get the impression that he thought her below him, even though she met him as he was on some important work and she was blowing off steam at a club. They way he took her hand so easily, the way he allowed her to take him away in a taxi, and the way in which he complimented a trait of hers she often felt insecure about; her ceaseless wonder at the world around her, made her feel as though she could tell him anything. She fought the urge to tell him just that, that she felt as though she could tell him anything. Don't scare him away.
"You're very kind," she said instead, feeling as if it was somewhat comparable to her true thoughts.
He smiled softly. Y/N reasoned that he smiled at everyone that way.
"Kindness is also a virtue, though I do not lie. It would do many good if they had a bit more wonder left in them." He seemed serious, and under any other circumstance, Y/N would have expected him to reach out and touch her. Stars, did she want him to, though she knew he would not.
"They say it's a Corellian thing, we've always got an itch."
He pondered her words before speaking. Y/N noted that he always spoke carefully and with purpose.
"Can you truly assign a trait to an entire planet?" he asked with a chuckle.
She knew she wasn't meant to answer, but she shrugged anyhow, deciding to tease him. "Lets see. Where are you from?"
"Well, I'd normally say I was from Coruscant, though I was not born here. I was born on Stewjon." She sensed something stir within him. Perhaps she should not have asked where he was from. Y/N did not know how the Jedi got to the temple, if their parents were also Jedi who lived in the temple, or if they were normal people. Her understanding of the force of elementary at best, having no clue if it was hereditary or something which just occurred. All she knew was Ripp's words, I heard one got kicked out because he was seeing a woman on the outside. Did they mean they could date on the inside, or not at all? Either way, she knew she had little to no chance of catching his eye.
Before she was fully caught up in her thoughts, she folded, "Hm, you've seemed to beat me. I know almost nothing about Stewjon."
He smirked, looking quite proud of himself, though Y/N knew it was just an act.
"I thought you said you were a intergalatic relations student?" he taunted. She flashed him a glare, though a smile played on her lips.
"It's impossible to know things about every system. Though, if you'd like to test me, ask me about someplace else." An impish glimmer shined in her eyes.
Obi-Wan thought for a moment, placing a hand on his chin.
"Hm, what about Kerev Doi?"
"Kerev Doi," she repeated slowly, searching her mind, "Located along the Nanth'ri Trade Route, it is home to Bodach'i. It's economy is mainly dependent on its spice mining, though it is aided by the various crime syndicates which have their hands in a variety of different enterprises across the planet, which I am sure you must be well aware of," she answered proudly, holding her head up high, "Would you like more?"
He raised his brows, chuckling at her manner. "No, you have proven yourself a fine student."
She giggled, catching herself smirking at him in a not so friendly manner. Darting her eyes away, she cleared her throat, "Thank you."
The taxi came to a rushing stop, with the droid announcing they have arrived at their location. Y/N reached into her bag for credits, but Obi-Wan beat her to it, pulling some out of his robes.
"Allow me," he said in passing, handing over the credits and stepping out onto the platform. Butterflies erupted in her stomach at the simple gesture, even more so when Obi-Wan leaned over and offered his hand to her as she stepped out.
"Thanks," she said, trying to hide her smile. He only nodded at her, turning to look at the Plaza. It was even busier than the streets outside of the club, though the people were far more diverse. Visitors of all ages crowded around the street vendors, many others lazily strolling around the open space. A few long lines of people were gathered outside of restaurants, others coming in and out of the shops.
"I've never been here at night," Obi-Wan said, a bit breathless, "and I have never gotten the chance to look around."
It was the first time that night that Obi-Wan seemed to be the one mesmerized and not Y/N. The change gave her a hope that she knew she shouldn't have, though she let it lead her anyway. She instinctually looped her arm through his and began walking into the Plaza. Obi-Wan looked down at their linked arms but did not comment, nor pull away.
They strolled through the Plaza at a leisurely pace, each gazing around at nothing in particular. Y/N stopped them in front of a restaurant, which emitted soft music from its closed doors.
"Have you ever been to this one," she asked, pointing at the restaurant.
He shook his head.
"Me either. Ripp says its been here practically forever, but you need to make reservations a year in advance," she laughed, "I also heard it's wildly expensive."
"I've been to a few fancy banquets," he began as they started walking again, "but I personally feel they're overrated."
"Well, thats good for me," she joked, wondering where he would have found himself at a banquet.
"If I am being honest, I have found the best food is often not found in such places. You have to go to the seedy parts of town," he chuckled, gazing at her as if she was an old friend.
She laughed along with him, feeling whatever tension she was once experiencing wash away. She had all but forgotten her promise not to scare him away, giving into her desire to speak with him as if he weren't a Jedi.
They began walking down one side of the Plaza, stopping to look in the window of a shop. The display was filled with items of all sorts; jewelry, beautiful glass blown bowls and vessels, and at its center a metal sculpture.
“There’s a sculpture like that on Mandalore,” he said, pointing to it.
“You’ve been to Mandalore?” She asked excitedly. He nodded. “Tell me what it’s like.”
He paused to collect his words, each still looking at the sculpture in the window. “It is quite unique, the architecture is magnificent, unlike anything in the galaxy that I’ve had the chance to see.” He turned to her. “There’s more metal than you’ve ever seen, everywhere you turn it is there, towering above and below. Thats another system with a rich history, though I am sure you know all about it.”
“Yes, it is fascinating,” was all she could muster at the moment, imagining it. “I’d love to visit one day.”
“If you work for the Senate, I’m sure you will find yourself in many different places.”
“Yes, well, I’m still taking in Coruscant," she said with a sigh.
They strolled along, chatting as they went, with Y/N asking most of the questions. She learned of some of the places Obi-Wan has been over the years, though did not pry into why he was there. She knew it was likely on Jedi business, assuming that such things should be kept secret, or least not told out in the open. At the sight of a display of dresses, Y/N began telling him about a festival on her home world.
“It happens every spring, there’s a big band on this stage in the center of town, with ships flying overhead. The streets are decorated with banners and flowers. Stars, it’s beautiful. There’s dancers as well. One year, not too long ago, I danced. It took months of practice, and when we all walked into the streets I thought that I might faint. We wore dresses just like that,” she spoke animatedly, recalling the joy she had felt at the festival, one of the only times she did not find living on Corellia boring. Obi-Wan listened to her intently, holding on the every word as he pictured her description.
“I would have liked to see that,” he said with a wide smile.
“I’m sure you can make an excuse to see it one day,” she replied, though he shook his head with a laugh.
“No, I meant that I would have liked to see you.”
Y/N felt her face warm, and too embarrassed to look at him, cast her eyes downward. They began walking once again, this time with her leading him towards the center of the Plaza. They soon neared Umate, and at the sight of the mountain peak, Y/N pointed.
"Look!" she said, pulling him towards the protruding rock. As they came towards it, she looked over to Obi-Wan. "You must have seen the peak before."
He stared at the tip of the mountain, deep in thought. The warm glow of the street lamps showed the contours and ridges on its surface. Every time Y/N saw it, she couldn't help but picture the vast surface which lay beneath the platform, all the way down to the planets surface.
Almost whispering, he answered, "Only in passing."
They each stood gazing at the peak, Obi-Wan spoke seemingly to himself, "The only uncovered surface."
Arms still linked, Y/N slowly inched her hand up without realizing what she was doing, softly gripping his arm. She felt Obi-Wan tense, and at the realization of what she was doing, she quickly dropped her hand, though did not drop her arm from his completely. Neither said a word, and Y/N feared she had shattered their bubble. Now you've done it.
As she kicked herself, Obi-Wan looked past the peak and towards a vendor. He turned to her, and if Y/N hadn't known better, she'd think he looked nervous.
"Y/N?" he asked, breaking the silence.
"Yes?" she said, a bit surprised and wondering if he was going to say he had to leave, that she had shown him enough.
On the contrary, his eyes looked back towards the vendor. "I have to admit something."
Intrigued, her confused expression turned into a smile. "What?"
"I've never had a popsicle, and I was wondering if we could-"
Before he could finish, Y/N grinned and began pulling him in the direction of the vendor. Obi-Wan began to laugh, making her chuckle along with him.
"This is the kind of initiative I like to see!" she joked, leading them to stand in line.
"My masters going to kill me." His tone was light hearted enough, though Y/N got the sense he wasn't entirely joking. However, in the moment, he seemed receptive, so she allowed herself to ask him a question.
"You master?"
His gaze met hers before she glanced at his braid which was now thrown behind his shoulder. She longed to run her hands down it and ask him why all young Jedi had one.
"Yes, all Padawans are paired with a Master until they become Knights," he explained, eyes dancing across her face.
"Padawan, knight," she repeated, then laughed to herself, "you're making me realize there are a million things I do not know."
"I am sure you know more than me about many things," his voice was soft and tender as it was before in the taxi. She felt herself begin to melt.
She shook her head. "I don't think so," she paused, "At least not about many things."
"Seeing is not knowing," Obi-Wan commented, head turning to peer at his surroundings. "I am not yet a knight, and there are many things I have not come to learn."
"The we are the same, I am still a student myself," she retorted. Obi-Wan seemed to have been defeated, not saying anything further on the subject. In his silence, she wondered how a Jedi could never think she, a simple student at the university, could possibly know more than him about anything. In comparison, she had been almost nowhere, seen almost nothing. One of the only things she had an upper hand on was knowing how much rent cost in Coruscant, or possibly what a good deal on a ship was due to her childhood spent among the shipyards.
They had now moved to the front of the line, the vendor asking what flavors they'd like. Obi-Wan looked to her, unable to answer. Y/N ordered for them each, paying before Obi-Wan had the chance.
"My treat this time," she said to him with a small smile. He looked at her thankfully, taking his popsicle.
As they began eating, Y/N lead them to a bench. Their arms came a part as they sat, making her sigh. She hoped Obi-Wan had taken it for contentment, rather than disappointment.
"So," she said between licks, "Is this not the best night of your life?"
Obi-Wan chuckled. I did that, she thought.
"Its in the running." His smile had not ceased, much to Y/N's delight.
They ate their popsicles in mostly silence, with Y/N pointing to a few other shops, telling Obi-Wan about what was inside. A bit of Obi-Wan's began to run down his hand, making each of them laugh. For a moment it felt as though they were both normal people, both simply club-goers who happened to cross paths. After they both had finished, Y/N smiled at him, then nodded to the waste basket a ways away.
"Think you can make it in?" She asked, head cocked. Even though she didn't know squat about the force, she figured making a stick into a waist basket was likely child's play to him.
He gave her a devilish look, and smiling, placed a hand over his eyes. Then, he threw the stick, which expertly landed in the center of the basket. Removing his hand, he grinned.
"Lucky shot," she challenged, holding out her stick for him to take. He did so happily, doing the same thing again and wielding the same result.
Rolling her eyes at him, Y/N decided to be bold. "Does your master usually send you out alone?"
"It is unusual, though it depends on the mission. Searching for a criminal, especially without a set location, can be done alone."
The freeness to which he answered the question gave Y/N the hope that she may have the opportunity to ask more about him, though she did not want to overdo it.
"My life must seem boring in comparison." She retreated inwards for a moment, all too aware of how he might see her, as just some random student.
"I long for boredom," he said, not seeming to be joking. Y/N gave him an odd look, making him smile. "Tell me about the university. What is it like?"
She felt her face heat at the thought of him caring about her life, what she did. How could she make anything interesting to him? Even to her it was often dull.
"It was quite scary at first, leaving home and coming to a place like this," she paused, thinking his question over, "But it's interesting, learning about all the different star systems, the politics, how the Republic is structured. It all felt so little at home, even with all the travelers that would come in and out of the ports. Now it's as if I'm in the thick of everything all at once. I could spend hours in the University archives, reading about all these little planets and moons that I didn't even know existed."
Lost in her rambling, she did not catch the twitch in Obi-Wan's hand, nor the fascination on his face.
"You'd love the archives at the Temple," he said, turning away to look at the Plaza. Y/N kept her eyes on his profile, which she wanted to keep in her memory as long as she could.
"I can only imagine," she said with a soft breath, "You could never get me to leave."
He looked back to her. "I wish I could bring you there, in repayment for tonight."
She smirked, biting her lip before she could stop herself. Obi-Wan stayed where he was, head now angled towards hers.
"No, your company is enough," she replied sweetly, the urge to reach out her hand and touch his shoulder almost too much to resist.
“I have always appreciated the city for its beauty, for the energy which permeates its every corner. Yet, I have never seen it in this light.”
Obi-Wan sighed, eyes softening. Under the lights of the Plaza, they look dazzlingly blue, reminding her of the ocean back home. After an entire night of stopping herself from saying something foolish, Y/N gave in fully, throwing all caution and embressment to the wind.
"Your eyes," she whispered, forgetting about the people passing by and the chatter of their voices, "they're just like the oceans on Corellia. Clear, like aquamarine."
Obi-Wan breathed in sharply, staring at her with a clipped intensity, as if he was holding himself back. His robes, loose around his chest, billowed as his shoulders relaxed, revealing a sliver of his golden skin. Obi-Wan did not speak, eyes darting across her face. Slowly and with great care, Y/N lifted her hand and placed it on his shoulder as she had wanted to before. It inched towards the hood of his robe, all the while Obi-Wan allowed her to do so, making no move to stop it. Her nerves went wild, shooting bursts of warmth all through her, up her arms and down her spine. With a final press into the rough texture of his robes, she reached up towards his face, brushing his cheek with the backs of her fingers. Obi-Wan shuttered, so slightly that Y/N would have missed it if she hadn't have been fully taking him in, absorbed in his presence.
Breaking her from her trance, Obi-Wan reached for her hand, taking it in his. He brought it down to his chest, cradling it softly.
"Y/N..." he began, rubbing his thumb along the back of her hand.
"I know," she said, not waiting for him to finish.
He sighed deeply, dropping his head and looking at her hand within his, still moving his thumb back and forth. His expression was blank, though a crease formed between his brows. Just like before, she thought.
While much of Obi-Wan was still a mystery, she knew he was overthinking every step he had made that night, her hand in his, arms linked, the fast beating of their hearts. She longed to stop his train of thought, to tell him that it was all okay, that this was far from bad. Out of pure instinct and selfish desire, she leaned down to catch his eyes. Below his face, she stared up at him, who for the first time that night appeared entirely unsure of himself. While he had seemed weary before, never was he so lost, completely out of his element. His inner turmoil played out within his eyes, though as she looked into them, the more he seemed to bend. She glanced at his lips, which were slightly parted, sucking in a breath as she slowly moved forward. Giving him time to pull away, to jump back and send her off, she placed the hand that was not in his on his opposite shoulder. With Obi-Wan's head still tilted forward, their lips softly met.
Her heart fluttered even though neither of them moved. The touch of his lips against hers was impossibly delicate, as if it was the first time she had ever kissed someone. She feared that deepening the kiss or moving an inch would scare him away, but was still content with its simplicity. Obi-Wan released her hand, moving to cup her cheek. Smiling into the kiss, she took as an innovation to go further. She opened her mouth, pressing harder into him. He responded slowly, yet did not pull away. Rather, he leaned in as well, allowing her to carefully run her tongue along his lower lip. Sighing deeply, he moved away, though not far. Y/N could feel his warm breath upon her, and she smiled sheepishly.
Their eyes met, and Obi-Wan began to stroke her face with his thumb as he had done with her hand. She fisted the robes which lay across his shoulder, body moving towards his.
The guilt then came upon her, flooding her with a unique shame. She looked into his eyes and spoke softly, "I'm sorry, I-" she faltered. Obi-Wan's expression changed to that of sadness, or perhaps pity.
"It is my fault," his voice was thin, as if it were spread taut. Y/N placed both her hands on his face, letting her head fall against his chest. For a moment Obi-Wan did nothing but keep his hand where it was on her cheek, though soon brought her face back up to at his. "There is a code," he whispered, "It is my duty to keep to it. I should not have allowed myself such an indulgence."
All this time Y/N had thought he was indulging her, and his admission causing a pang within her heart. Her hands dropped from his face.
"But I should not have done that," she said with full sincerity.
He smiled sadly, studying her face which was still in his hands. He brushed the backs of his fingers across it again.
"I have never," he paused, sighing to himself, "You are lovely, Y/N, and you have given me a great gift,” he stopped, pressing his lips together tightly as if to keep himself from speaking further. With another shaky exhale, he dropped his eyes from hers.
"I have never met anyone like you," she said, hoping he knew what she meant. It was not that she had never met a Jedi. No, she had simply never met a man, or person like himself.
"Likewise," he answered, chuckling dryly, looking back into her eyes.
They both sat for a moment looking at one another, not saying a word. Y/N hoped to prolong his departure as much as she could, feeling it coming upon them far faster than she would have liked. She studied the shape of his kind eyes, his strong chin, his lips which were now stern. The desire to memorize him was given into greedily, just as she had given into their kiss. It was almost gluttonous, the way she took in the last remaining drops of his presence. Don’t forget his eyes, don’t forget his words, don’t forget our kiss.
She nearly stopped herself from speaking, though reasoned that it was no use now. She had already shown him all he could know. "I wish it were different," her voice barely cracked, though she knew he noticed.
"As do I." He dropped his gaze again, and they each sat quietly for a while, how long Y/N could not tell. It could have been ten seconds or ten hours before he spoke again, "I must go," his voice trailed off.
Y/N moved away from him as he stood, already missing their closeness. He stared out across the Plaza for a long moment before turning back to her, who was watching him, thinking about his braid. “Let me see that you return safely,” he offered. Y/N shook her head.
“I have plenty of credits for a taxi,” she replied, still feeling a bit dazed from their kiss.
“Are you sure?” He asked, seeming quite concerned. If she wasn’t so forlorn, she would have laughed.
“Yes, I’m sure. I’m used to getting home at night.”
Looking somewhat disappointed in her stubbornness, Obi-Wan leaned down and kissed her temple, holding his lips there a for a moment longer than she had expected.
Half to herself, Y/N spoke out into the night at no one in particular, “I’ll never see you again, will I?”
Again, Obi-Wan smiled down at her. “Perhaps one day.”
Then, Obi-Wan walked away into the crowd. Y/N soon lost him amongst the rest of the people, a strange feeling stirring in her stomach. She didn’t expect to ever meet anyone like him ever again, Jedi or not. Though, there was always the hope that one day, they may cross paths again.
#obi wan x reader#obi wan/reader#star wars fluff#padawan!obi wan#star wars x reader#star wars imagine#obi wan kenobi#Obi Wan Kenobi/reader#obi wan kenobi x reader#star wars prequels#star wars fanfiction#obi wan fanfiction
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canine conundrum | pjm (teaser)
part of the Paw Prints Academy collab! 🐾
The perfect conundrum consists of three variables: You, Park Jimin, and a golden retriever who does not give a flying fuck where he takes a dump.
pairing: jimin x f!reader
genre: strangers to lovers, dog trainer au, pure chaotic fluffiness, smut, minimal angst, jimin the dog trainer has a dark secret, full list of warnings in the final fic
release date: sometime in april or may!
word count: 414 (for the teaser)
note: i haven't written a proper oneshot in a hot minute! posting this rn to hold my own ass accountable to finish this fic lol. if anyone wants to volunteer to send me pics of blond jimin and golden retrievers for inspo every day then i'd be eternally grateful 🐣
For some goddamn reason, Mochi charges forward like he’s a freaking rodeo bull, ramming his fluffy little head into the back of Jimin’s knee as if there was an invisible bullseye there. Jimin’s eyes fly open the second he feels himself lose balance, and you totally would’ve laughed at the look on his face if you weren’t caught in his downward trajectory.
His hands shoot out to hold onto something, anything, but all they find is you.
Then everything plays out in slow motion, just like it did the other night. Only this time, he’s falling with you too.
“Eek!” you squeal when your back hits the couch, and you have exactly 0.1 second of relief that you landed on a soft surface instead of the floor or the coffee table, before you feel Jimin’s whole weight on you. The force knocks the fucking wind out of you - not even in a good way - but then something stills. Your breath doesn’t return to where it’s supposed to be.
You catch his gaze, and neither of you makes a move to untangle from the other.
The room goes silent, save for the light scuffing of Mochi’s paws on the floor, and the faint rhythmic drumming that you’re not entirely certain is coming from your own heart.
Jimin hovers right over you, some strands of his golden hair tickling your forehead, kissing your hairline. You unconsciously bite into your bottom lip, making his eyes dart down to stare at your mouth. His Adam's apple bobs slowly, hesitantly.
He says your name, so impossibly quiet, half a warning, half a prayer. “Don’t do that,” he mumbles, then brings a hand up to tug at your chin, making you release your lip.
“Why?” you ask.
Jimin takes a beat, just to continue staring at your mouth. “Makes me wanna kiss you.”
Oh.
It’s your turn to gulp now. As you carefully watch his face, his brown eyes turn a few shades darker, until they almost look black.
You’re emboldened by the way his gaze focuses on your lips, by the absolute want that you see in his eyes. Your hands slide up his chest, momentarily pausing over his heart to feel the beats pick up, before they wind around his neck. He lets you pull him closer, and closer, until your chests are pressed together, your lips brushing. Close enough for him to hear your words even when they come out as a whisper.
“Why don’t you?”
#jimin x reader#jimin fluff#jimin smut#jimin angst#jimin x you#jimin fanfic#jimin imagines#bts x reader#bts x you#bts fluff#bts smut#bts angst#bts scenarios#bts imagines#bangtantheatrenet#fic: canine conundrum
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Written Together In The Stars, Before We Were Even Born
Betrothal AU
A long long time ago Time and Light met on the third hour of existence as they know it, and made a deal. They each wanted something from the other, the few sparks greed that Reality had. They could have traded these wants but they both know that the other would try and take the traded things back. So they decided to meet in the middle, Time for saw a few decades when two beings of their own would be the same age and most compatible and they both decided the two would be wed. That way neither would do anything to each other without the risk of endangering their kin. So Time now has infinite knowledge of the past and Light now has infinite knowledge of all future possibilities. Supereons into the future the time had come.
Duke and Danny wake up one morning, just turned 17, to find out they apparently have a fiance who they've never met or heard of before.
Gnomon shows up at Wayne manor during breakfast with the written contract to tell Duke about the betrothal. Duke, who hasn’t seen his bio-dad for almost a year now, is understandably suspicious. But after Gnomon thoroughly explains what’s going on and shows the very old contract, Duke can’t really deny it anymore.
Danny on the other hand was woken up by the contract falling on his head via Clockwork bullshit. His first reaction was to burst into Jazz’s room and scream about it, then Jazz called Sam and Tucker. They all went over the contract multiple times before they decided that Danny at least needed to find his betrothed.
The contract came with only a first name, with a home city written as well, just to make it a little easier for everyone
Danny’s the one who goes out to find Duke
The Batfam end up searching for Danny like the stalkers they are
It gets kinda ridiculous with all the things they find, [does anyone else know about the purple back gorillas Danny saved from extinction?] what with him being Vlad Masters’ godson and apparently almost died when he was fourteen
None of Danny’s pictures look right because of the whole ghostly thing, the ones with him younger are kinda visible if a bit blurry [Jazz & Danny being mildly liminal since birth is a little headcanon of mine]
BUt because they were before puberty and before he started taking testosterone [all i can hear is past pronunciation], those old pics look wildly different from what Danny looks like now
Duke decides to take a break and just go to his favorite bookstore/cafe, he mainly goes there for peace and quiet and to write his stories and poems
The Eclipse is a bookstore/library/lounge combo, with a warm tone dark academia jazz/painter aesthetic
The Eclipse is probs gonna become recurring now that I think about it [Add On: Just finished building it in the Sims this place is staying]
The three floors above ground are the library got little reading nooks, and study areas
The basement is the lounge area with a corner where the owners keep their own things/activities and drink bar on a wall
The owners are twins, Sarah and Edward Sulaiman, Sarah plays string instruments, jazz mainly, Edward paints people, still, and landscapes
It was midday but you wouldn’t be able to tell from the water heavy clouds and smog covering the Gotham sky like a blanket on top of a pillow fort.
A teenage boy walks the streets of Gotham, there’s nothing awfully unusual about that. He’s Filipino, average height a bit on the taller side, muscle hidden under his clothes loose with a visible silhouette. His fluffy black hair bounces with each step and his eyes, they’re a… wrong shade of blue, let's say that. His eyes scan the streets looking for someone he’d never seen before, never even heard of before this morning. He’d been doing so for hours now.
A heavy drop of rain hit the boy square on the top of his head, the boy recoiled into himself like a cat, clutching his wooden staff in surprise. He looks up to the sky, eyes wide as the sky seems to dump an ocean onto the earth.
The boy runs, looking up and down the street for cover, until he sees a store front with a covered porch. Ducking underneath the roof he stares out into the street where the pouring rain curtains everything.
Sighing, the boy turned to the door of the store, looking at the sign all it said was The Eclipse. The water drops from his body like he was never drenched.
Pushing the double door open a soft jingle sounded through the building, he looked around a checkout desk was to his right another kid behind the counter. The two stared at each other before the kid behind the counter set down their book.
“Welcome to The Eclipse bookstore and lounge, the lounge is in the basement, this floor is the bookstore, the two upper floors are a library. Need anything else?”
The boy shook his head, “Nah, I’m good.”
The kid nodded and went back to their book.
The boy decided to just go to the third floor, see what they had. The soft murmurs he could hear coming from the basement gave him enough reason to avoid all the people.
There weren’t many people on the upper floors, just more books and a couple lounge chairs. On the top floor he saw a curtain over an open entrance in the back.
Danny sighed in relief, a small cubby to relax in would be nice. Gliding over feet barely touching the ground as he mimed walking.
He moved aside the yellow curtain with his staff, and came face to face with another boy who had taken over the desk on the opposite wall.
The boy looked up from his papers and turned to Danny. The ghost was taken aback by how pretty the other boy was.
“Oh hey, you can sit here if you want,” The boy said, motioning to the small couch on the far wall.
Danny nodded, and went over to the couch, plopping down, his eyes glanced over to the other boy.
“So um, my names Danny by the way,”
Duke looked over to the cute boy on the couch. He’d come to The Eclipse to escape all the talk about his betrothed, it didn't hurt to talk to someone new, who might share a name with his fiance.
“I’m Duke, are you new to The Eclipse? I’ve never seen you around before.”
Danny nodded, “Just recently got to the city, I’m looking for a- a friend.”
Duke raised an eyebrow, “You don’t sound so sure about that.”
“Well I haven’t met them yet – Danny rubbed the back of his neck – All I got is a name.”
Danny blinked then looked at Duke with eyes wide, “You two actually have the same name.”
The two starred, and Duke got a sinking feeling that they were looking for each other.
Duke groaned, leaning back in his chair, “Daniel right?”
Danny nodded, still staring wide eyed, “Daniel Fenton-Phantom.”
He stood up walking over to Danny and sitting down next to him, the other pulled in his legs staring at Duke.
“Duke Thomas-Wayne,” He offered up his hand, Danny shook it.
“So we’re betrothed,” Danny said kinda breathless.
“Yeah, it seems so,” Duke said, looking to the ceiling.
They sat there, almost shoulder to shoulder.
“Twenty questions?” Danny asked.
Duke looked at him again, “Yeah sure why not.”
They chat for a bit, just talking getting to know each other
They get along swimmingly, and Duke says Danny could come with him to Wayne Manor latter to meet his family
Danny invites Duke to come over to Amity and met his sister and friends
The small room on top of The Eclipse, Bookstore and Lounge, has a few tall bookshelves, a couch on the far wall and a desk opposite to the entrance.
Today its giant bay window, by the couch, is being hit by heavy drops or rain, the room lit by a soft yellow light from a simple chandelier on the ceiling. A couple paintings made by one of the owners.
Blankets kept under the couch that had been pulled out and draped over the sleeping boy. Books pulled off the shelves and opened on the desk presented to the boy writing in his many notebooks and papers.
It was quiet with only white noise, it was nice, familiar even.
Two being too big to be perceived by the mortal mind, watched with fond emotions as their plans fell into perfect place.
Gnomon and Bruce end up going out to look for Duke at The Eclipse
I don’t know these two relationship but I’m getting reluctant co-parents with benefits, so ya know
Anyway they end up finding Duke, who’s fallen asleep
Danny had woken up at some point and moved Duke to the couch and gave him a blanket, Danny himself is on the floor asleep leaning on the couch
The dads coo over their boy a bit cause this is adorable
When Gnomon gets closer Danny’s ghost sense goes off and is immediately on his feet and guarding Duke, who’s starting to wake up
Bruce and Gnomon blinked at the teenage boy brandishing his staff at them, standing protectively in front of their son.
Bruce takes a tentative step forward, the boy immediately turns his staff to the man.
“Stay back,” He growled.
Gnomon raised an eyebrow, and Bruce frowned at the kid. But neither moved
Duke groaned, waking up slowly taking in the scene around him, before quickly sitting up, “B, Uba? What are you doing here?”
The boy looked between the fathers and their son.
“You know them?” He asked.
Duke stood up, “Yeah they’re my dads.”
Both men would deny that they preened from the title their child had given them.
“Oh – The boy’s face fell and he immediately pulled into himself, awkwardly shuffled to Duke’s side – Sorry about that Sirs.”
“No need to worry, your worry for Duke is understandable,” Bruce said, smiling softly.
Gnomon nodded, “But we must ask, who are you child?”
Duke and the boy shared a glance.
The boy stepped forward, reaching out a hand, “Daniel Fenton-Phantom, Duke’s betrothed.”
DEADLIGHTS MASTERPOST, GENERAL NOTES, MEMES, AO3
#millywrites#dc x dp#dp x dc#dp x dc fanfic#danny x duke#duke x danny#danny fenton#duke thomas#dc#batman#signal#the signal#danny phantom#crossover#crossover ship#betrothal au#arranged marriage au#clockwork apprentice danny#godling duke
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The Winx’s main family trees with general info about genetic traits on the planets their family hails from included!
This was done at the request of @charmixpower and I did it because I love er.
Please note that the hair colors present on the grandparents of the Winx aren’t necessarily accurate to what it would be at the age I’ve drawn them as. Many would be less saturated in color, graying, white, streaks, ya know,, older age stuff. I just did it for the sake of showcasing the phenotypes and where the parents and the Winx get some of their physical traits from.
General notes and trivia of what’s written down down here below the cut because cursive is hard to read for some people and also general ID stuff! + some additional info, relationship info for couples and the extended family I just didn’t write down on the pics and some real world cultural influence updates for certain worlds and groups in my rewrite!
Stella’s Family Tree
-Luna’s given name is Margaret, and Luna is a name taken on by whomever is chosen to be the head Priest of The Temple of The Moons. She was also known as Raza while she was apart of the group of priests working for the previous Luna, titles for other lower priests being given variations for moons and light
-The name Luna is the Solarian version of the name for the Priest whose head of The Temple of The Moons. The title to Lunarians is Delia.
-Luna actually has a lot of siblings, 14 to be exact, and they’re all girls
-Darcy’s mom is named Hestria, and her Father is named Leander
-There are two groups of Lunarians in terms of phenotypic traits: A group who’s ancestors traveled outside of the inside of the moons vast inner workings of caves and caverns later on, and those who’s ancestors stayed primarily inside, only gaining access to outside light and moonbeams through holes and entryways to the surface. These spots where moon beams shine down were highly revered in the past and still hold a cultural significance to both groups of Lunarians, but hold a stronger significance for those that stick more closely to the way of life involving staying in the cave systems within the moon more. Travel and life on the surface is very common in the modern day and the general attitude towards staying underground is more neutral now, but there are still small groups with more extreme views on it and see outside travel as something more foolish and disrespectful to The Moons, and small groups who inversely see those who hold those views as “backwards” and “stuck in the past.”
-the pupils of both Lunarians and Solarians are different, with the colors matching to the variance of shades that the magic of the respective cores of the Suns and the Moons have, showcasing their connection to this magic as apart of their own Magical Core. The same goes for the variety in colors for their pupils, the color influenced by the colors of the Moons and Suns energy in general though as opposed to their cores.
-On average, Lunarian hair color is less intense and less saturated than Solarian hair color. Stella gets her blond from her mother, but the intensity of its color is bolstered by the traits from her dad’s side.
-Lunarian cultural dress and cultural aspects in general is based primarily of of Romani people, with some general Slavic influence as well and some Greco Roman stuff intermingled with it as a result of Solarian culture
-Solarian cultural dress and cultural aspects are based predominantly on Greco Roman and Aztec elements
-Radius is a title for that which is to act as the main ruling figure of Solaria, which is a term that includes both the planet of Solaria itself as well as Lunaria, which is under its dominion to an extent still as a result of an Imperialist past. They are set more as equals in the current day with Lunaria being free to follow their own traditions and cultural practices now as they wish and set their own rules of governance, but there are still issues with the planet Solaria seeing itself as being able to overrule certain things in terms of governance if they deem it right to do so. There’s still sociocultural clashes too and more reparations needed to properly make up for the Imperialism the planet of Solaria is responsible for in its past and to an extent current day, and it’s a common point of contention talked about in political courts and meetings.
-Radius’s given name is Ciro
-Radius does have a brother named Helios, and despite Helios being older, he didn’t take his studies and duties as seriously and chose to pass off his title as next in line to inherit the title of Radius to Ciro. It is important to note that while the title for next in line isn’t inherently tied to birth order, it is the most common way it is done.
Flora’s Family Tree
-Alyssa has 4 siblings, 2 sisters, 1 brother, and 1 sibling. Them, Alyssa, Rhodos, Flora, and Mielle all live in the same large tree in their settlement, which is in a more rural area of Linphea on the outskirts of a bigger city type settlement (still very nature based in its architecture and set up, just with a lot more commerce and a big population, you know,, city stuff lol)
-Rhodos has 1 sibling, a sister who didn’t get along very well with their parents (they tried to enforce a rigid “follow in our footsteps as farmers and continue the family line the same way we did” since she was the oldest, and that was just about as far as possible from what she wanted, which was to travel and research and study. They gave Rhodos much more freedom as the younger sibling, and this really upset his sister for obvious reasons. Rhodos agreed and would listen to her vent and support her wants, but wasn't able to say much to their parents because they were so stubborn. Their parents pushed too hard, and eventually instead of pushing back anymore, she just left) and now lives on the planet furthest from the Sun the Moons of Marigold revolve around where it’s coldest. He and his sister still stay in semi regular contact and despite her relationship with their parents being rocky, they still get along very well and she visits Linphea at least once a year.
Notes from the picture:
*leaves and greens for ears are typically dominant over flowers/petals and other colored things
Sclera: varying shades of green from chlorophyll like blood
Iris: tend to match part of the plants on the ears, although can match colors of other plants their parents had
Pupils: similar to sclera, but darker as like our eyes, they're connected to the brain
Tecna's Family Tree
-The people of The Binary Conduit, which Zenith is apart of, are based off of a mix of different Glacial Peoples and Far North groups, including for specific influences on the designs I've chosen here belonging to the Tadar, Teleuts, Nenets, Inuit, and Yupik people specifically.
-The Binary Conduit is a place with a wide variety of cultural groups, but a very similar shared setup for how technology is integrated into their surroundings and environment, the primary goal being for it to co exist alongside the nature of the many planets.
-Somewhat similar to Linphea, there are many smaller settlements and a few big city hub areas on each of the planets. However, while on Linphea the smaller settlements and towns are stationary, there are some groups that choose to move to different spaces throughout the year for different reasons such as climate, food, resources, etc. or as a way to continue the tradition of it regardless. This is less common now than it was in the past due to newer technology, but its still considered an important tradition of the way many of them lived in generations long past, and it isn't uncommon for it to still be done by some groups as a way to honor and appreciate that.
-Tecna has no siblings, but does have many cousins, aunts, and uncles on her dad's side.
-Magnethia has a much smaller family than Electronio, with 2 sisters. Her older sister is married and has 2 children and the other, her younger sister, is happily single with no interest in ever marrying and has a child she adopted. Both of her sisters are also in the research field, Magnethia's emphasis being Cultural Anthropology, her older sister's in Geology, and her younger sister's being Art History with an emphasis in Northern Zenethian Cultures.
-As mentioned in some previous posts, Electronio is part Melodian. A key difference to note as a result of this is his metabolism. Zenethians and those of The Binary Conduit in general tend to have a slower metabolism and also consume less food. Due to the genetics from his dad, he has a faster metabolism and does consume more food, and this is something that was passed down to Tecna as well, granted it isn’t as intense as their dad’s.
Notes from the picture:
-Their magical core color shines in the catchlight of their eyes as their magic flows closer to the surface of the skin. This is to help keep the skin warmer to deal with the cold present on the planet and is a trait shared by most within The Binary Conduit
-not included in the picture, but fun fact: this means it’s not uncommon for babies or those who have lighter skin to glow in certain parts of their body or all over from the way the magic is shown flowing under the skin in vein like patterns.
-There are 2 hair color variation sets: one that is more vibrant and saturated and one that is much darker in color.
Musa’s Family Tree
-The variation in skin tones found in Melody are not uncommonly separated by different provinces and sectors of the planetary group.
-Ho-Boe’s family comes from a more southern area of Melody and his parents are both merchants who run a stand in the market area of their town with them specializing in herbs and flowers. His mom had a beautiful singing voice and could play the magical realm’s equivalent of the Erhu and his father was able to play the magical realm’s equivalent of the Guzheng, Diza, and Pipa. They would both regularly play at different restaurants, bars,and local festivals and concerts and their music was really well loved within their community. Ho-Boe grew up with music as a result, and learned to play all the instruments his parents played (minus the Diza, he had too much trouble with his breath control and didn’t like it enough to want to get better at it) and then some.
-Matlin and her parents are from a northeastern part of Melody and was born into a family of high ranking performers who all worked or would go on to work in Opera’s seen by nobility and high ranking members of their society. Matlin liked it a lot, but after seeing Ho-Boe perform after he saw HER perform and he invited her to one of his gigs (like his parents he too enjoyed performing regularly at different random events and eateries), she gained a love for the style of performance and music he partook in, a less rigid and in her eyes compared to what she grew up around and doing, rawer version of it. She was never really allowed to see this kind of performance because of the strict rules her family adhered to as a way to maintain and uphold their status, and she really fell in love with it, and eventually Ho-Boe after sneaking out and performing together and going to different shows together in secret. She always felt a little stifled by her parents and the restrictions of the life she lived, but it never bothered her enough to say or do anything about it. After learning and seeing how Ho-Boe lived, she finally understood what she really wanted, and her parents and most of her sisters didn’t accept that. Like in the show, she chose to leave it all behind and start a new like with Ho-Boe, and they eventually had Musa.
-She eventually did reconcile with her family to an extent, her father being much more supportive in the end than her mother, but they still loved her in their own way, and she accepted and loved them in her own way too, her being much closer to her dad though. She also had 2 sisters that adamantly supported her and her wants from the start, and she stayed in regular contact with them even during her time of estrangement. Her other sisters came to accept her choices with varying degrees of said acceptance, with the 3rd oldest sister never really accepting it at all and being cold to her for the rest of her life.
-Ho-Boe’s parents adored Matlin from the start and welcomed her with open arms. She was invited to every family dinner, festival, reunion, get together, etc before she and Ho-Boe even started dating, and everyone did tease Ho-Boe about her because they knew he liked her from the start (yes they teased him in front of her some too. She thought it was very funny and endearing how hard Ho-Boe would blush and how flustered he got)
Notes from the picture:
About Matlin: has many sisters, all performers.
-bonus not written down: she has 10, with her being the 6th born. She was closest with her sister born right after her, the 1st born, and the 3rd born. The 3rd born was the one who never truly forgave her for choosing to leave them and their family for Ho-Boe and his way of life and the music he performed, and this hurt her incredibly badly. She grieved the loss of their relationship the most when she left and until the day she died there was still a sting from the way she was shunned even after reconciling with her family.
Aisha’s Family Tree
-Land Androsians are in terms of appearance based mainly off of the Zulu, Ndebele, and a few other general inland areas of Africa along with some Indian influence (this is very broad I know but it just depends on the region they’re from on Andros for specifics here)
-The Sea Androsians in regards to their appearance are based off of the areas of The Middle East with an emphasis on Morocco, Iran, the Amazigh peoples, and areas of Polynesia (similar to the Land Androsians, specifics depend on what region they’re from)
-Generally, Land Androsians have darker skin and hair with less color variety for hair when compared to the Sea Androsians
-Teredor’s mother was the Ruler for The Royal House of Androsia (the name the Land and Sea Androsians use to refer to their place of inhabitance and rule which is separate from the Merpeople and their deep sea kingdom). She took on the role as The Land Androsian for the diplomatic marriage and married someone of Sea Androsian identity who acted as their representative in the rulership. As is customary, Teredor was then assigned as a Sea Androsian for the line of rulership, and married Niobe, someone who was considered a Land Androsian. This means as is customary, Aisha is formally considered a Land Androsian in regards to her role in leadership.
Notes from the picture (and general expansion on what is in the picture):
Labeled General Trivia:
-eyes of Sea Androsians commonly have an iris color that matches their fins, with a more saturated ring of this color around the pupil, and then a darker version of this color for the pupil. This is the result of different lenses that allow for better underwater sight
-this is also why the sclera isn’t white, it’s part of an effect of eye protection for underwater use
-intermingling of Land and Sea Androsian populations and genetics is what results in typically more extreme ear fin size variation and eye color, function, and lens variability. This is whye on of Teredor’s parents (the one with pink hair) has white sclera instead of a blue or green tinted one.
-sometimes iris color varies away from fin color for Sea Androsians and can take on colors of their parents eyes. It’s more common for Androsians with both Land and Sea Androsian genetics to have this happen.
-gills on neck are common for Sea Androsians and typically match the colors of the fins on their ears, but sometimes match a color or color variation of one or both of their parents. This can sometimes happen to the ear fins too.
-land Androsians don’t have them (gills) and the intermingling of genetics from those from the Land of Androsia and those of The Sea part of Androsia result in not every Sea Androsian having them, and some of those who would be classified or identify as Land Androsians do have them
-status as Land or Sea Androsians within the “common” inhabitants (ie not rich nobility or royalty) if they are born into a family that has a combination of traits and family from spaces traditionally associated with one status or the other is fairly fluid for most now with variability on what the individual identifies with, where they live, how they’re raised, etc. Some choose to identify as both, and a term of Beach Androsian is sometimes used and becoming more common in the modern day. It’s a term from the last few hundred years as intermingling has become more common and less of a “reserved for royals” status thing within the attitudes of the general public. It’s a term that was coined by those who wanted to acknowledge both parts of their heritage, but wanted a more succinct concrete term to use for themselves.
-Bonus info: The more casual breakdown of a rigid Land Androsian and Sea Androsian dichotomy is something of an area of contention for those in the higher ranking echelons of society. Teredor cares less than most nobles about it, fairly indifferent to those outside of high ranking society doing it, but a little more reserved about it all together for those who are royalty. Niobe cares more about it and has a lot of grievances and is on par with most nobles in terms of her issues with it. Part of her and Teredor’s arc with becoming more open and accepting of Aisha’s wants and needs is unlearning this concern and being more receptive to it.
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Tumblr Cosmetic Customization Tutorial
You there! New Tumblr User with a default icon and header, no description, no custom URL, and not wanting to be mistaken for a bot--you just want to maybe figure out this weird hellsite and follow some people without being blocked, right?
Maybe you've been around for a little while, or are returning from that other hellsite, and don't know what the heck folks mean by enabling the custom URL and why are so many blogs opening on the dash instead of in a new tab?!
Let's sort this mess out below the cut with a screencap-laden tutorial, starting on mobile app (since Most new blogs start there these days, and many people use mobile more, or exclusively) and then moving to web browser for some other features that aren't available in the app (as of 1/27/23 anyway).
This is just going to be about cosmetic customization and accessing the correct blog URL and archive; Tumblr's many other settings and features for how you want to see your Dashboard and how much Privacy control you decide on are for your exploration (or another day and another tutorial, this one's long enough).
The tutorial blog itself literally took me well under 5 minutes to set up, and Tumblr guided me to customizing immediately. Taking the screenshots added a few seconds to the time; it's taken longer to write the first part of this post out. If you didn't customize the blog right away, don't fret! You can always tap the little art palette and cogwheel icons at the top of your blog to sort it out.
Now go below the link to see written instructions with image examples, including a few more with my cat:
TO BEGIN: In the mobile app, I make a new blog. For me, it's a sideblog under my main and existing sides, but otherwise this is all the same info. The following process also isn't actually all that different in web browser.
Now, you can change your URL later on if you want; a lot of folks do over time. Just be aware: changing your URL breaks any and all previous links to your blog, including any posts others have reblogged under "Read More" cuts, with the same result as if the blog was deactivated; the URL no longer exists, so Tumblr doesn't count it as "there" anymore.
Now that's out of the way, once I make a blog it immediately takes me to the Customization screen:
I can--and should!--give my blog a name and a description. Doesn't have to be long or fancy, and can always be changed later with no risk to your links.
I can tap the "Background" and "Accent" buttons to change the default colors, too. Let's go for something easy on the eyes by tapping on the colored circles to find some default options, or the wheel to grab a random custom one. I'm going to go to purple and find a nice shade there.
Next I will tap on the little default icon to choose an avatar photo. I can choose not to show it on my blog, and if I do, whether I want it to be square or circle.
I can also tap to choose a header image if I like. I'm just grabbing some images from my phone. I did have to redo the avatar as it didn't want to stay after selecting a header pic for some reason.
And then I made a quick post and pinned it, to let folks know that I am human and what the purpose of this blog is (lurking for now? A main blog for following while sideblogs get the content? In this case, a tutorial).
OK, so my cat for an icon, my copy of the fanzine I worked on as a header, a quick title and description, and a short post. Even if I post nothing else to this blog (and if it were a main blog; sideblogs can't follow others, nor send asks or replies), people will be fairly certain I am not a bot, hooray! And if I want to change anything, I can tap on the icons at the top of the blog and get back to these customization screens.
I CAN STOP HERE IF I WANT TO
...BUT WHAT IF I, or buddies, try to open my blog in a browser and it opens a dash panel? What if I (or others) want to access my Archive? Unfortunately, I cannot find the correct option in the mobile app at this point, so onto a web browser we go (on my phone or my tablet, or my computer).
I am using a generic default web browser where I don't have many extensions/plugins/addons enabled (though apparently I did set dark mode). When I tap/hover over my icon, it still shows my color option and everything I selected in app setup.
Here is where I am going to direct you to the side bar and the "Edit Appearance" button so I can point out some Very Important Things, even if you don't customize anything else ever.
When I open my blog's appearance tab, right away it's going to tell me some interesting things I have circled and pointed at on the below screenshot:
In RED I have circled my blog's URL: www.tumblr.com/lynmarstesting. This is why a blog opens in a dash panel instead of going to an actual blog. This is the new Default URL, I cannot access an Archive or other blog features like this.
The ORANGE arrow points to the feature we want, right below the "Blog name" and URL: "Custom Theme". When I swipe this feature to active, it tells me my URL is updated.
When I go to my blog, the URL in my browser shows the proper https://lynmarstesting.tumblr.com link.
And the blog looks...well, bare bones and empty, but a proper weblog page. And I (and anyone else) have access to my Archive! When, y'know, I have enough posts to make that a thing on this blog.
Now, if I or anyone else opens the blog by clicking my username or icon, it'll open a dash panel...but also show my actual @ and my proper URL link, so they can go to the blog itself that way if they want. Everyone wins!
I CAN STOP HERE IF I WANT TO;
there's no need from this point to keep messing around in a browser, we've done everything to 1) make ourselves look human and 2) make our blog properly linkable/accessible.
BUT WHAT IF...??
Once again, the little art palette icon at the top is our clicky-buddy, boxed below in orange:
This opens an "Edit Theme" sidebar panel where one can customize the blog. Each theme has different options, and Tumblr's default theme is honestly really modular; change colors, fonts, have multiple columns, add some pages (I've a whole other tutorial on that), etc.
There's also an "Advanced" pane, where you can mess with some other settings (the little ? icon on each line tells you what it does) and, if you're knowledgeable--or just bold--this is where you can add some Custom CSS.
Say the Default Tumblr Official isn't doing it, though; at the top of the Edit Theme pane it tells you your current theme, and there's a handy "Browse Themes" link.
This opens a drop down with multiple sorting options. I don't want to spend money on a premium blog theme at the moment, and the others are a mix, so let's check out the Free Themes options.
There's a lot of options here! Some new ones, some are sponsored, lots of variety. Even the "Accessible" theme I mainly use is there, in its barren glory, compared to what you can see I've made of it on browser (see that previous tutorial I linked above):
Again: Different Themes have Different Levels of Customization.
Some will let you change every color, the fonts, the frames, and so on. Some let you add links everywhere. Some barely let you touch anything. You can tap "Use" at the top to preview, and the "Advanced" pane will let you preview random pretend posts if you don't have many/any of your own to see how they'd look. If you don't like how something's turning out, just click back on "Free Themes" and look for another one.
PLEASE KEEP IN MIND READABILITY!!
When people follow links to your blog--like a Read More cut--they will see the post on your blog's theme and in your blog's colors. Even on mobile app, especially if you override the default mobile theme, your color choices will have an impact! Aesthetic is all well and good, but frames, fonts, colors, and so on, should be legible and readable to most people, especially if you mean to share a lot of text posts.
Another thing to note: Your theme will NOT appear on mobile app. It defaults to a basic setup in the app, keeping maybe only your colors. Any custom links won't show, and cosmetic site options and access are limited in a lot of ways. The site is usable on a mobile web browser, and will have those features there. I get around the app's inability to show my theme's links by adding them all to my informative Pinned Posts on each blog, but that's me.
And there you have it! How to cosmetically customize a Tumblr, in mobile app and browser, to seem like a real person and access the correct URL and features of your blog. Whether you're new or been here awhile, hopefully this helps answer some really basic questions about how and why to do some of these things.
Have a final full-sized silly Chel pic to say goodbye.
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What do you think of writing an Obey Me character cheating on MC but with the typical revenge/regret part on the cheater's part. I never actually thought that I'd be into type of writing till I read some works of the other authors though I barely see one for an Obey Me character. Hope you'll give this a shot! Thank you and I hope you continue writing more in the future!!
“ I thought we were forever”
cheater!lucifer x gn!reader
cw: cheating, mentions of sex, vulgar words (?), angst with no comfort
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he came home late, again, thinking you'd be asleep by now, but you weren't. you saw his lips, face and neck, covered in a shade of strawberry lipstick. your heart pounded, as tears of anger and sorrow blurred your vision. things hadn't been great between you two recently, he was being more distant, he was out for longer, not picking up your calls, but to see actual evidence of him cheating on you completely shattered you.
you felt yourself grow cold, and seethe with anger. you didn't plan on standing around, waiting for him to come and tell you the truth. you deserved better than him. you watched as he went to take a shower, probably so he could erase his mistakes from his skin, but they were never going to leave your mind, or your heart. you knew what you had to do, you slowly got out of bed, packed some clothes and other things you needed into a bag, and left.
Lucifer got out of the shower, his entire body radiating guilt. He can usually handle his alcohol very well but perhaps not always. he'd never met the women before, and all he remembers is kissing her lips, her body, and her hands on his waist. his head pounded as he recalled the encounter. he felt sick. you two had been going through a rough patch but he never thought he could do something like this.
he wrapped a towel around his waist and walked out to the bedroom, seeing an empty bed, he was bewildered. he could've sworn you were there in bed when he arrived prior to taking a shower. he called out your name but to no avail. he couldn't see your phone either, and that's when he saw it, a note on his side of the bed.
"Dear Lucifer,
How was it? Was she any good? Did she make you cum? Was it worth it? Throwing years of a relationship down the drain for a quick fuck? Well I sure hope so darling, considering by the time you’re reading this, I’m long gone. I hope this breaks you like you broke me. I never thought you’d sink to such a low. Did you ever even love me Lucifer?
Farewell, y/n”
tears stained the letter but he held it close to him, it was the only thing of you he had left,
because you were gone.
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a/n: anon this was such a good idea ! I hope I was able to do you justice, this the first time I’ve ever written a cheating pic before! anyways I hope you enjoyed and as a message to all my readers my asks are always open ((:
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21 27 and 25 for the end of the year writing ask game?
21. Most memorable comment/review
This is difficult, I've had so much amazing feedback from so many lovely people. I love the long comments going into detail, I love the short comments with just a little heart or giving me extra love.
But one, one I won't forget was on here actually. It was when someone figured out I wrote Unravelling, obvs with the difference in name across here and AO3 doesn't help, after I mentioned it on a reblog I wrote Sky Whump. I remember the full conversation it was very sweet.
25. Fic you've read this year that you'd recommend everyone read
Oooh, I can't pic between two fics, so you get both, Let me grab them.
Thou Shalt Not Fall - Chapter 1 - CatReginae - Linked Universe - Fandom [Archive of Our Own]
This is the Vampire War's AU written by @catreginae that you may have seen me go on about a few times. I absolutely love it. The way it is written the concept is just, yes. oh my god, I could hype about it all day. I love the way War's is characterised and it's such a different idea that I stumbled across one day and have just never looked back on. Catreginae writes it so damn well and if your looking for something a little different please go and give it a try.
And
Authenticity - Chapter 1 - Arecaceae - The Legend of Zelda & Related Fandoms [Archive of Our Own]
Now this fic has a special place in my heart. It's by @arecaceae175 and reading it is the most seen I've ever been. I love Wild in this fic. And I do see myself in him. And its just an amazing feeling to be able to read something where there's a perfectly capable hero who is kinda like me.
It's a fic I go and read over and over again, it's a fic that I read on days when I feel awful and it cheers me up. It brings a smile to my face every time and I just love it so much.
Please read it, please please, please. It's amazing.
27. Fave fanfic author of the year
Man you aren't making this easy on me, are you. There are so many talented people who I've come across this year. So many amazing stories by so many talented people and that's just in the 5 or so months I've been in the fandom!
To name a few, @illegiblehandwriting1 with Smoke & ashes, @skyloftian-nutcase with Elastic heart, @uniquevoidflowers with their Whumptober fics and @skyward-shade with Tis a curse.
But it's gotta be @arecaceae175. There are so many of your works I love so much. I've already mentioned Authencitiy, but there's In defence of honour, of blood and brotherhood and A touch of softness to name a few. That I go back and read when I need cheering up or when I just need the blorbo.
Thanks for the ask! :D
based off this post
#:D#Catreginae beloved#Ace beloved#everyone i know is so very talented#ramble corner with major#corner answers with major#theres so many talented people out there if i could id name everybody i would#you know how hard it was to narrow these down??#illeg beloved#uni beloved#lofty beloved#shady beloved#/pl#thanks so much for the ask :D
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do you want to tell us stuff about jakub gierszal's upcoming projects?
hi anon! 💗 are you THAT anon? 👀 of course i’m gonna tell you about them! (I mean at least what I know, this is gonna be a long answer, i’m not even sorry 😂💗)
so the first one that is coming out soon in February: Ultima Thule, it tells the story of young man, Bartek (Kuba’s in main role), who decides to embark on a lonely journey to the most isolated british island to fights off his internal demons. It is directed and written by Klaudiusz Chrostowski and the movie won the award at Polish Film Festival in Gdynia. Kuba even was the producer of this project and I’m so freaking proud of him even tho I haven’t seen this film yet. The whole thing was done by four people (including Kuba) and it’s actually insane and I love it.
another film of his, which sounds interesting is Biała Odwaga (dir. Maciej Koszałka), the title is not translated, I’d say it would be White Bravery???), it already seems to be controversial topic among critics because it pictures the story of a family - two Highlander brothers and their attitude towards Nazis during the war (some Highlanders were rumoured to conspire and cooperate with Nazis, and honestly it’s a really sensitive topic regarding polish history, Kuba said it’s a really interesting and well-written screenplay besides the historic background). Kuba plays there Wolfram von Kamitz (well, he has the looks for it, am I right?).
Simona Kossak (dir. Adrian Panek), another upcoming project (man’s booked and busy!) is about titled character, Simona. She is real life person from 70s, nature and animal lover, scientist and ecologist. Kuba plays her husband, Lech Wilczek, life-long partner and supporter.
The title I’m really excited about is Kolory Zła. Czerwień (Again, not translated but I’d say: Shades/Colours of The Evil. Red, and again dir. by Adrian Panek). It’s a book adaptation under the same title. It’s a crime story where, a Tri-City beach becomes a place of dramatic discovery when the sea washes up the body of a young girl. Kuba plays detective Leopold Bilski, main character. I love crime stories so it’s going to be exciting. It will be out on Netflix btw! ✨
Are you keeping up? Cause I’m not done yet! 🤭
He is working on the another project with Klaudiusz Chrostowski, hasn’t officially announced and named yet. Kuba himself said that it will be about depressive vampire who only can be cured through love 🥹💗🤫 (Here’s the pic shared by Mr Chrostowski, Kuba looks so cute with vampire teeth! 🧛♂️)
And finally, just recently there were released some stills from the project titled Podchody (Stealing Up, but still it’s translation for non-polish folks 😄) by Maciej Puczyński. Again, it hasn’t been announced yet or anything. It will be about a toxic family system where mother, three siblings and their partners confront with their lives and its unfulfillment.
Aaaaaand I think, that’s it for now, I will keep you updated if I know anything of course! 🫡💗 Thank you for this ask 🥹✨ I know Kuba did his best in each of these and I can’t wait for them! They all are said to come out this year, the man is crazy! 🤭💚 This year or following one, close enough!
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Author interview
@myulalie tagged me for this one, thank you so much! Looking forward to doing this!
1. How many works do you have on ao3:
268 fics over three fandoms - 223 for Shadowhunters, 42 for Alex Rider and 3 for Heated Rivalry with hopefully more to come, but I don't think anything will ever beat Shadowhunters number wise...
2. What's my total ao3 wc:
1,672,711 words over the span of roughly four years... let's see if I get Ito the magic two million!!
3. What are my top 5 fics by kudos:
I'm always on the fence whether to include my co-written fics here, this time I won't - but the first three spots would otherwise belong to my three fics co-written with Nadja_Lee (they're mentioned) later - and yes, I don't think that's a coincidence 😂
A Darker Shade of Love - Malace, E, 55 k
After Alec lies about the Soul Sword, Magnus breaks up with him, turning his back not only on him but the Accords and the Clave in general.
Outcast by the Shadow World after escaping Valentine, Jace joins forces with Magnus.
When Jace’s birthday is due, Magnus gifts him the one thing Jace truly desires: Alec.
A Bond To Destroy - Jalec, E, 9 K
When Jace and Alec corrupt their bond by committing eros, the true power of it enfolds. When Alec is captured and tortured by the Clave, actions are set in motion the Clave has not foreseen. But they soon will discover what it means to mess with Jace’s Parabatai.
I Can't Be Until I Feel Your Touch - Jalec, E, 11 k
When Magnus breaks up with Alec, Alec spirals downwards. Believing he is not worthy of love, he seeks outer pain to deal with his inner. Something that doesn’t escape Jace’s attention. When Jace sees Andrew flirting with Alec, he cannot keep his own feelings for Alec boxed any longer. Finally the boys admit their feelings and they get together. Now Jace only has to find a way to keep Alec’s demons at bay and make Alec truly believe that what they have is real and forever.
Love Is More Than Just A Kiss - Malace, E, 7 k
After Alec gets injured during a mission, he can’t wait to get home to his two lovers, Jace and Magnus, to let them take care of him. But it is not care that awaits him, it’s worry masked as fury and rage, and he finds himself being pinned to a wall. Instead of giving in, Alec pushes back and they fight but soon they are able to see what drives the other; the love for each other, greater than any misunderstanding or insecurity.
The Future Carries Our Names - Jalec, E, 3 K
When Jace and Alec meet, the spark is already there. But it takes a little while and a little push to set this spark on fire. But once on fire, nothing will be able to extinguish it.
Is it a coincidence that all my most successful fics are E-rated with a healty dose of kink and/or D/s elements? Could be but I don't think so 😂
4. Do you respond to comments, why or why not?
Absolutley! I love the interaction with fellow fans. I also love to know that others are reading my fics and enjoying them. It's great to know which details people liked, what worked for them. Great friendships started like that, IRL and fandom alike.
5. What fic has the angstiest ending?
That was acutally hard to remember, usually I write happy endings. But Fantasy Boy definitely is the winner. It's a short Jace & Jonathan fic with Jalec on the side:
Jace is bound to Jonathan by the devilish Twinning rune. The powerful rune overules everyting else, even the Parabatai bond. There's just a strange longing left in Jace, ignited by a boy who visits his dreams. Will Jace be able to get rid of his dark bond to Jonathan when his fantasy boy kneels in front of him in flesh and blood - or will the darkness win?
6. What fic has the happiest ending?
This is even harder to answer 😂 Most of my fics get a happy ending or a hopeful ending, but I don't do overly sweet endings.
But I pic Nocturnal Shadows, a 41K Jalec, Circle AU fic
The Uprising is successful and Valentine and his Circle take over the reins in the Shadow World. Valentine has one true son, Jonathan, in whose veins runs demon blood. Valentine has an angel-blooded godchild, Jace, whom he deems too weak. To strengthen him, he decides to force Jace to become Parabatai with the son of one of his most loyal followers, Maryse Lightwood.
Neither boy wants the bond but they have no other choice. The bond doesn’t care if the words are recited willingly or not, the Parabatai rune merges their souls together regardless. At first Alec and Jace loathe each other, but over time they learn that the true enemy is not the other but someone else entirely.
It ends in a successfull rebellion, Jalec training young Shadowhunters and being utterly in love - not so different from others, but as it starts with a forced bond both loath (and each other) it feels happier
7. Do you write crossovers?
Not really, I'm not really interested in them either. But, fuelled by a lot of wine and bad (fun) influence, I wrote a Shadowhunters/Lucifer crossover
About Devils and Cats - T, Jace & Lucifer, 3k
Lucifer escapes hell to run a nightclub and his father is not impressed. He captures Lucifer and turns him into a black cat to punish him. But Lucifer being Lucifer, he takes his fate into his own hands. When he lays eyes on a certain blond Shadowhunter, a devilish plan is forming...
8. Have you received hate on ao3?
I was a Jalec writer when the fandom was still active, do I have to say more 😂 I was called names and told to do some things, all on anon of course. I would lie to say that it didn't bother me at all, but also not as much as I would have imagined. Hasn't happen in a long time though, the perks of a dying fandom I suppose.
9. Do you write smut?
*cough* occassionally 😂though despite the perception, only 102 of my 268 fics are rated E. But I like to write smut, and I indulge in it when I do!
10. Have you had a fic get stolen?
Not that I know of
11. Have you had a fic get translated?
No, at least not to my knowledge!
12. Have you co-written a fic?
Several! The most (3) with Nadja_Lee for Shadowhunters also the longest ones! We wrote the incredible amount of 162.667 words together!! Fun times!
Clash of Hearts - Jalec, E, 63 K
Love Born In Darkness, Jalec, E, 77 K
Bound Love - Malace, E, 22 K
For Alex Rider I collaborated with @myulalie and @icebluecyanide:
Vastly Different Things, Yalex, T, 4K
What Goes Around Comes Around - Yalex, E, 7 k
13. What's your fav ship?
Currently it's Ilya Rozanov/Shane Hollander from Heated Rivalry (Game Changer Series), but Jalec and Yalex will always have a special spot in my heart.
14. What's a WIP you want to finish but never will?
The sequel to The Absence of Hate, my longest Jalec fic (81 K, M). It has a Hunger Game setting and while the boys survive and get together, it's not yet over. The Games are still on, they're mentors for the next set of kids. I started the sequel and I know where it should go, but I don't have the energy to write another at least 80 k.
15. What are my writing strengths?
I'm good at working through my characters' emotions, what drives them. I'm good with hurt/comfort and angst, but I think that comes with the first strength. I'm good with kinky smut too.
16. What are my writing weaknesses?
I'm really not good with technical details as that bores me to hell and back.
I'm also really bad at similiar looking words like thread/threat, food/foot - I of course know what each means, but when I write them I sometimes use the wrong spelling and I just don't see it no matter how often I proofread, I overlook them. In other people's writing I spot them though of course.
17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages on ao3?
It has to be done well and it rarely is. Please, for the love of god, only do it when you are really sure the other language is correct, and even then it has to make sense for the person switiching to the other language. Reading things featuring a German character is truly painful sometimes (you cannot translate the English endearment "love" literally to Germand - and Liebchen is really nothing this German character would say to a lover. Really, really not.)
18. What's the first fandom you wrote for?
Shadowhunters!
19. What fandom/ship have you not written but want to?
There's one I want to write, but I don't want to jinx it so I won't mention it ... Oh and wolfstar (@icebluecyanide) 😂
20. What's your fav fic you've written?
I'm cheating now and mention one per fandom (and probably that changes each time someone asks
The Absence of Hate for Jalec/Shadowhunters (M, 81k)
Jace is fifteen when he’s reaped and becomes a tribute for District Eight to fight for his life. To make things worse, his mentor, the one person to train him and help him survive in the arena, is the boy Jace swore to hate for the rest of his life: Alec Lightwood.
Blood & Guns for Yalex/Alex Rider (E, 41 K)
Alex’s new mission sounds suspiciously easy – go to Yassen’s favourite club, offer the man a drink and acquire information MI6 desperately needs in the process.
Of course nothing is quite as easy as it seems, the club strange, the drink unusual, and Yassen is not the man Alex thought him to be.
Winner's Curse for Hollanov/Heated Rivalry (M, 5k)
Usually Ilya doesn’t mind being chosen for the winner’s room, but after today’s loss all he wants to do is go home and lick his wounds. Montreal has other plans for him, and Ilya isn’t sure whether he can forgive Shane for that.
This was a lot of fun (and took ages 😂). I'm tagging @icebluecyanide, @ravenjames, @kelkblr, @countessrivers and whoever else wants to do this!
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Mucha Lucha! Episode 35
AH, Luchabot you crazy little varmint.
A two-parter boarded by the supreme team of Ricky Garduno and Greg Colton, this was a script-driven episode written by Peter Hastings, who was the story editor for season 2.
It was pretty much Peter's baby - even the robotic tone that the lucha-botted students say their names in was his idea. No-one really 'got' this in the script, but he was on hand at the voice recording session to do an example of the voice and show everyone what his intentions were.
Interestingly how the writers were using the other students at this point, with this one following La Pinata's star turn previously.
Luchabot itself was my design, expertly Flashed by Ms Lili Chin.
I've posted these pics before, but they never get old. Ricky storyboard title below...
4B Pencil, my weapon of choice :) You can tell by the shading.
#episode 35#luchabot 3000#luchabot#mucha lucha art#mucha lucha#greg colton#ricky garduno#mucha lucha!
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Dave "The Human"
Dave is a Female Tsin.
Approximately 146cm tall.
Dave's Tsin name is Strong-Like-Sunlight.
Their job is basically to keep the biomechanical parts of the station's life support ticking. This involves biology: algae, lichens, moss, complex plants and so on. It also involves chemistry - filtering and catalytics, cleaning agents... and engineering: keeping the machinery in line.
They spend a lot of time around natural and artificial soil, dirt, and other specialists. This naturally leaves a nice ground-in patina on her work-suit after a while, which is respectable.
Like most Tsin, they have the front pocket to tuck their mid hands. In this case it's also where she puts all the funny and fun badges she collects.
One of them says "Eat your Friends" which refers to the Tsin cultural tradition of eating deceased friends and non-related family as a sign of respect.
Many other items are the result of a bored moment with a sharpie, or are super funny and witty... and written int he most common Tsin dialect.
Tsin have stout digging claws. Their alphabet was developed by using a claw tip as a brush, and thus their letter forms are stylised brush strokes... or literal brush strokes if someone has to quickly jot down a note on a wall.
Like most tsin, Dave paints her scales. Recently human brand nail polish has been popular. In this pic, Dave's got a spray gradient of Pinking of You and a glaze of blue nano-processing paint, which is both sparkly and a super intelligent shade of blue.
She's got a traditional holiday design painted on her forehead currently, though that's specific to the date not a general decoration.
She spent most of Christmas with a holly leaf painted on - She thought it looked nice and her human friends assured her that there was no problem with it.
Several humans who work with the Tsin have been seen wearing forehead paints when it's appropriate.
Secret: Sometimes she lets her pet rat sleep in her front pocket so she can pet him.
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Chapter 1.1 - The Wolf at the Door
“Your cat is creepy.”
I glared blearily at Cass, then down at the scarred tom cat prowling the driveway of Compass House. Both had watched my trudge of shame down Crescent Street with varying degrees of interest.
“Captain Eyepatch is not my cat. He’s like a bodega cat. More coworker than pet.”
“But you named him. What kind of name is Captain Eyepatch anyway?” Cass asked and slurped her boba tea. I winced at the sound. Usually, I envied her ability to pull off blue hair, emo makeup, and piercings, but the whole combination was a little too much for my alcohol-addled brain.
“His face,” I grumbled.
I walked past Cass to unlock one of the blue North Doors at the front of Compass House. She followed, still slurping her Boba.
While I wrangled my keys she peered over at Captain Eyepatch again.
“Oh. How’d that happen?”
CC Details and Extras under the cut!
*A note about format. Waywarden & The Soulbound was written as a serial novel. As much as I would like to turn every single page into a fun comic, it’s not sustainable. So there will probably be a mix of sequential stuff and prose or maybe just an elaborately edited pic to illustrate a specific section. But there will always be prose. Hope that doesn’t scare you off. Thanks for reading!
CC Used
Dia: shades by @xldkx-cc / star earrings @pyxiidis / mesh body & gloves + trench coat @belaloallure3 / boots @madlensims / key acc by @beto-ae0
Hungover Poses: Morning after by @quiddity-jones & @joannebernice / Long Night by @cowberrytea / Super Surprise Gift Pose (keys) by @beto-ae0 / Used this Walkstyle Mod by @/abidoang (found on ModtheSims) in the gif.
Cass: Petra Hair by @okruee w/ ombre by @kamiiri / Eyeliner by @prichalnaya / Lipstick by @uxji / choker by @madlensims / hungerstrike bottoms (overalls) by @kismet-sims / cropped button-up by @trillyke / boba acc by @natalia-auditore
Poses: Ayato Boba Poses by Natalia Auditore / walking and talking pose by @simmerberlin
Captain Eyepatch: pet eyes herechromia @pralinesims
Service Cat Poses by @starrysimsie
GIF Deco Sims also by @/xldkx-cc and @starrysimsie
#story: ww&sb#oc: dia montes#oc: cassava flores#oc: captain eyepatch#Daughter Exile#captain eyepatch is kind of a bastard tbh#sims 4 story#ts4 story#story simblr#sims 4 edits#mine
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I recently read That Scandalous Evening by Christina Dodd and I was wondering if you have read books with that kind of dynamic? Like the hero/heroine wanting to paint/draw/sculp the hero/heroine
I love That Scandalous Evening! Art in HR peaked with that book imho; that nude sculpture with only a little fig leaf covering his bits was inspired, but what really put it over the top was the aftermath when Ransom is ENRAGED and HORNY and clearly into Jane's hero worship but he's also being likened to a DOG and he literally presses her hand to his dick and says "note the difference"— all of which I was completely not expecting so that made it even better. Anyway— artist/muse recs:
My Dirty Duke by Joanna Shupe: Violet is a photographer and uses the camera her dad's best friend Ravensthorpe gifted her to photograph him nude (front and back 👏🏼).
Falling Into Bed with a Duke Lorraine Heath: The hero Ashbury likes to photograph legs and when Minerva Dodger propositions him at a sex club, he jumps at the chance to get those leg pics (I also have in my notes him saying "your foot is flawless" and between this and In Want of a Viscount I'm starting to think Lorraine Heath likes to write in a tasteful foot fetish).
In Which Matilda Halifax Learns the Value of Restraint by Alexandra Vasti: Ashford is Matilda's accidental(?) muse in that her erotic cartoons of dirty profs tying gals up were subliminally inspired by Ashford, but then the publisher took some liberties to make it a more exact likeness, namely adding an ass tat, which is why Ashford hunts down Matilda to "make her pay" or something.
The Marquess Method by Kathleen Ayers: I forget if Theo actually ends up painting a miniature of Haven but she definitely wanted to, so she informs him in the middle of having sex, down to the paint shade she'd use. This is the same woman who painted a miniature of herself with one(?) tit out in order to lure a guy she liked... only to get compromised by Haven.
Sweetest Scoundrel by Elizabeth Hoyt: The funny thing about this one is that Asa is all "oh Eve is suuuuuch a shrew" but then the second she asks to paint him but clarifies it's not a nude, he's super butthurt and is like "is it because I'm a COMMON LOUT? too ugly to be painted naked??" and if that doesn't inform their dynamic idk what else will. Also, there's this whole subplot of Bridget Crumb being *enthralled* by Val's tasteful nudes in his house.
Midnight Ruin by Katee Robert: As of today I can confirm Orpheus did a series of paintings of Eurydice's vaj but kept them private, even after they broke up. There is also a body painting/edging sex scene.
Serving Pleasure by Alisha Rai: Rana kinda stalks Micah but he's aware and very into it and eventually asks her to be his muse for his paintings/fuckbuddy for the duration. It's actually SO HOT and Rana's the kind of crazy heroine I wanna see more South Asian girlies written as.
Captives of the Night by Loretta Chase: Leila is an artist and she either does paint Esmonds or wants to paint him.
#book recs#joanna shupe#alisha rai#elizabeth hoyt#katee robert#loretta chase#lorraine heath#alexandra vasti#kathleen ayers#historical romance#contemporary romance#romance novels#ask
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someday : howl’s moving castle
warnings this is NOT proofread!! word count 575
you once again woke up in the now familiar royal surroundings, the morning sun rays peeking from the curtains and fading in the big mirror hung on one of the decorated walls.
you looked to the side, your familiar figure still sleeping peacefully under the covers.
you guessed you changed again, this night.
“yn?” your voice echoed in the room, followed by a “oh” of realization by sunghoon.
“good morning,” you answered back.
(s)he sat up on the bed, gently massaging his temples.
“slept well?” he hummed in response. “good.”
you took a moment to think about last nights events, sunghoon asking you out and then you and both of your friends celebrating after the concert.
“you know, i really enjoyed myself in the past months.”
sunghoon turned to look at you. “you know, switching.” he hummed, once again.
“i think it’s time for us to put an end to that.”
he sighed. “yeah, you’re right.” he paused. “how?”
“let’s get something to eat first, m’kay?”
you placed your cup of freshly made orange juice on the table, cleaning the corners of your mouth with a napkin.
“i think i have an idea.”
“i’m listening.”
“remember when we were at the huening’s? and i showed you my ring?” a hum from sunghoon’s part encouraged you to go on. “i think it has something to do with all this weird stuff. it has to be the rings.” sunghoon stood there with a fuzzy expression, furrowing his eyebrows.
“bring yours here.” he didn’t move an inch, only furrowing furthermore his eyebrows.
“come on, hurry up, jagiya!” it probably was the pet name, but sunghoon finally decided to stand up and head to his room.
he soon came back with a small ring, adorned with a small blue stone. then he raised his hand, the same ring but with a red gem on your ring finger. sunghoon took it out, placing both of them on the table.
“what happens now.” sunghoon shifted in his chair.
“i don’t know, try touching it?”
you moved them around, yet nothing, sunghoon also giving a try himself.
“wait, remember when you kissed my hand?” sunghoon nodded, his ears slowly turning a soft shade of red. “let’s recreate that scene.”
you stood up, proceeding to walk over the other side of the table and kneeling down on your knee. you took your ring, holding sunghoon’s hand and putting it on. you gave him one last look, before bringing his hand up to the height of your chin and placing a soft kiss on top of it.
“oh, something’s happening.” you stood back up, the ring suddenly emanating a weird acute sound.
“is this some kind of sailor moon shit cause it’s not funny.”
“sunghoon, shut up.”
black flashes before your eyes, causing you to close them. when you blink again, the person in front of you isn’t you anymore, but sunghoon.
“we did it?”
you smiled cheerfully, standing up to hug sunghoon. he immediately hugged you back, lifting you up from the ground to spin you around.
he put you down upon hearing a camera clicking, so you both turned around. his mother sneakily took a picture of the two of you.
“you both are so pretty!”
heat arose to your cheeks, and you politely thanked her.
“mom! you scared me.” sunghoon pouted, going to place a peck on her cheek. “but can you send me the pic you took of us?”
42. howl’s moving castle
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NOTE the written part is very confusing but this all happens when you switched… also that’s the only pic that resembled the huh i was aiming for!! sorry if it doesn’t fit your image :(
summary yn is a famous musician who has always dreamt of having her own castle to explore, no school to attend and a simple life. prince park sunghoon, on the other hand, would rather see the world from a stage than staying inside of his family’s enormous castle, being obliged to attend important, royal meetings. eventually, yn is invited one day at the park’s castle to meet the royal family before performing at the annual Hybe beneficial concert, and that’s where she meets sunghoon, who has finally convinced his parents to let him attend the famous “HAC”. but the next thing they know is that they’re in the other’s body.
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