For All Intents and Purposes - Ch. 2: A dangerous flick
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This is a bit late, but count it as a WIP Wednesday! This is the second art done for FAIAP, chapter 2 which you can read here! Thanks to Demi @hushed-chorus for all the patience and work cocreating this story! :)
This chapter is a bit angsty, but in a good way, I think! Is a preamble for amazing things :D please check it out!
Also, I'm working on chapter 3 art, and guess who are our protagonists?
I hope you enjoy it! Next chapter is coming very soon!
Thank you for your tags @hushed-chorus @artsyunderstudy @aristocratic-otter @ic3-que3n @ileadacharmedlife @j-nipper-95 @blackberrysummerblog
So, I'm working on chapter 3 of my Beetlejuice fanfic and realizing I am seriously out of my depth writing his character. I think part of why he appeals to me is because he's nothing like me. He does not give a flying fuck about how his actions impact others. For better or worse, he does what he wants without worrying about how others will feel. While, taking it to the extent he does for an actual person would obviously not be a good thing, for someone like me, who is on the other end is the spectrum and who is CONSTANTLY worrying about how my actions affect others, that mentality is super appealing.
Any who, all that to see if there is anyone who might be interested in and willing to either check my writing and give me suggestions or even be a coauthor and write the Beetlejuice parts, I would be super appreciative. I'm going to keep working on my own, but figured it couldn't hurt to check.
This is what I got so far of that AU idea I posted about. PM me if you're interested in helping me write it otherwise id like to hear opinions in the comments, please and thank you!
Scorched:
A ‘what if’ scenario of LMK on what would happen if Sun Wukong managed to take the last ring from Mei and become the host to the Eternal Flames that are capable of burning to whole world to ashes.
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‘Just a little bit longer... Everything is ready... Just have to get that last ring out of Mei.’ a male in a bright yellow and black hoodie thought sunglasses covering his eyes while looking out the window of the train car, a dark gold nearly ginger tail swaying behind him in contemplation his shaded golden eyes looking at each of his companions. Two teens, a boy and a girl, a male pig demon chef, a male river demon that was also a therapist, and the last of their group a male human food critic and their resident historian. ‘This is for the best Wukong... Once we get to the mountain it will mark the beginning of the end for Lady Bone Demon and her so called game.’ The immortal being thought while the trail ride continued in silence. Something Wukong was rather thank full for than being interrogated by Pigsy aka the pig demon that did not like him.
The human, Tang, cleared his throat after prying his eyes from the window in worry. “So uh Mr. King Sir. I didn't want to rush you or anything-” Tang began before being cut off by the teenage boy holding three large rings in his arms.
“I don't mind rushing him! We have all three of the rings how do we use them to make LBD go boom?!” the kid asked getting straight to the point before falling over as the train car rocked after hitting a bump.
‘The cub sure knows how to get straight to the point with me... By the gods I've really become attached to this kid if I'm already thinking of him as my cub... Guess that goes for Mei too...’ Wukong thought glancing at the girl before looking away before they could lock eyes. “The only way to reforge the fire is at the summit of the mountain we are currently heading for. Before that, Mei can I speak with you in the next car?” Wukong asked the young girl.
The dragon heiress blinked at this odd request. “Sure thing Monkey King!” Mei chirped trying to keep a positive attitude.
The dark golden Simion gave a thankful smile to the girl. “We’ll be back in a few minutes. I think Mei might have gotten hit with a spell of some sort. Has some energy in her that needs to be taken out.” Wukong explained to the group.
Pigsy gave him a scowl while the kid-Mk- jumped to his feet. “Mei are you feeling alright!?!” Mk asked zipping around the green-clad girl.
“I’m fine Mk... Actually, I have been having some weird discomfort in my chest after our last encounter with Macaque.” Mei admitted with a shrug.
“Let's get whatever is causing you pain out while we have the time,” Wukong advised making his way to the end of the train car to cross over into the next car that was empty of people. Something Wukong was internally happy about.
During this lovely Boba Fett-Fest I mean October the amazing @ceapa-mica and I have been plotting a new Boba story…we both bonded over our love of Boba and have now joined forces! Since I’ve been neck-deep writing the final chapter of Consequences, OG Trilogy Boba is fresh on my mind, and there are a sad shortage of fics focusing on that era of his life. Sooo…we decided to share our own story!
So join us, if you dare, for an epic tale of revenge, loss, love, and rebirth in Second Chances!
Pairing: Boba Fett x OC f!Reader
Rating: Explicit 18+
Trigger warnings: assassination attempt, death threats, cannon violence, injuries, side character deaths, angst, eventual smut
Series synopsis: Boba Fett gets tasked to assassinate an Imperial quarry for a fine amount of credits. But as it turns out, his target has a secret, one that drastically changes his plans. Little does Boba know this job will change his entire life - drawing him closer to his father than ever before.
Chapter One
Grand Moff Tarkin looked more like a skeleton than a person - at least Boba Fett had always thought so.
Even now, standing on a star destroyer that more accurately resembled a tomb, he felt nothing but cold emptiness exuding from the chambers within. But he wasn’t here to feel - he was here to get paid.
And Tarkin had yet to deliver.
Instead, he’d demanded to meet in a private room away from prying eyes and ears. Boba remained silent - bored. To think, this is what these high ruling types found to be clandestine. They grossly limited themselves, and that’s what made them so predictable. At least they were smart enough to pay well.
“I appreciate your time. This…subject is of a more…delicate matter.”
Tarkin turned to face him, stiff and rigid in his pristine uniform - one thin brow raised.
If he was waiting for a verbal response, he’d die standing here. Boba merely shifted his weight from one foot to the other, keeping his blaster tucked securely against his arm. For such a patient hunter, he had a surprisingly short amount of patience for stupid, arrogant people. Even if they happened to be a client.
“This is a matter of security, though I’m certain you’re already aware.” Tarkin folded his arms behind his back, and Boba idly thought that the man more resembled a toothpick than a human.
Oh, the things he did for money and a reputation.
“What’s the job?” He finally spoke, knowing the man would spend another ten minutes peacocking unless the conversation was steered in the right direction.
Tarkin blinked, and Boba smiled beneath his helmet. No matter how frequent the client, few people didn’t fear him. Even if they pretended they didn’t.
The man had the audacity to look around the small, whitewashed room, despite the fact that they were completely alone. The nerve of some people - to think they were oh so important. When he looked back at Boba, a new weariness had settled in his icy blue eyes.
“My granddaughter has always been…weak. The sympathetic sort, if you take my meaning.” Tarkin picked a piece of lint off his sleeve with a sigh as if he was only discussing afternoon tea. “She ran away a few months ago, and she knows valuable intel. I have sources indicating that she’s defected, and so far she has killed all the men I sent after her.”
“You want me to bring her back?“ Boba wanted to roll his eyes. He wasn’t an errand boy for anyone, especially not an Imperial fool.
“On the contrary. I want you to silence her.”
Boba’s brow lifted behind his helmet, but he said nothing. Tarkin regarded him evenly before turning and walking to the window, staring out at the space beyond.
“She is family, and I grieve for this loss. But it must be done for the good of the Empire.” He glanced at Boba over his shoulder, as if to gauge his thoughts. “I trust this won’t be too difficult a task? I will pay handsomely.”
“Pay me what you owe from the last job, then we’ll negotiate.” Boba didn’t move, he merely lowered his voice just enough to get his point across.
“Of course,” Tarkin dipped his head in acknowledgement, gesturing to a table at the side of the room with the flourish of a gloved hand. “All of your credits are there, of course. Additionally…a bonus, as a thank you for taking this job.”
“I don’t need your thanks. I need details.” Boba holstered his blaster, tilting his head slightly to the side. “Tell me everything about her. If I’m to hunt her down, tell me how she thinks.”
“I’ll tell you what I know, but this must remain between you and I. No one else will hear of this.” Tarkin’s expression turned harsh, but Boba merely watched him, unfazed. “Do I make myself clear?”
And so Boba Fett simply nodded.
“As you wish.”
Silence hovered between them, heavy and ominous. Boba made to move to break that silence, simply waiting. Tarkin cleared his throat before directing his gaze at Boba’s visor.
“She’s always been a very headstrong girl - quite opinionated, always causing a stir in the family. Before she left there was an…incident. Our fleet was attacked by rebels that led to an insignificant amount of casualties. But Kaia…she was inconsolable, yelled at me that it was my fault. I don’t even know what exactly she was referring to. I sent her to her quarters, and she deserted the same night. We found a TIE fighter missing the next morning, with several troopers down.” Tarkin shook his head, his facial expression remaining stoic. “I sent my best men after her, several hunters as well. They were all found dead.”
Ahh, so more family politics. Boba rolled his eyes but didn’t relay any of this to Tarkin. If it paid well, he’d get it done. In this line of work, one could only be so picky.
“Where was she last?” Boba slowly crossed his arms with a soft sigh.
Tracking an inexperienced Imperial woman who was most likely emotional and naïve? He’d be back within three days, at the most. Tarkin would have this little familial squabble fixed, and Boba would be able to move on to more…interesting work. But still…he’d give this his full attention. He’d make it quick, and then he’d be gone. Simple.
Tarkin lifted his datapad into his thin hands and turned on a holomap of the Galaxy, pointing at a region on the Outer Rim.
“We were able to track the TIE fighter to Nar Shaddaa, from there my people hunted her down for several weeks. From Nar Shaddaa to Teth, then to Tatooine and Savareen. Her trail disappeared until a week ago, when we got the intel that she has been seen fighting a bounty hunter on Wrea.” His brows furrowed, thin lips twisting into a distasteful frown. He placed a hand on his chin, peering at the map with a sigh. “With the proper amount of credits she could have traveled across the Galaxy by now…but these records indicate that she probably has just enough money for short travels, and there are only so many planets near Wrea she could have gone to. It shouldn’t be too difficult to track her down.”
“I’ll get it done.” Boba took the tracking fob Tarkin gave him, then turned on his heels and left without as much as a goodbye.
He didn’t owe anyone formalities, especially not an Imperial fool. He had a job to do.
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Shimia was an insignificant planet - mainly covered by green plains and thick forests. The native species, the Pacithhip, lived in their tribes across the land, but it was otherwise uninhabited.
And that made it the perfect place for a bounty to hide.
Boba had to admit that the woman at least knew how to cover her trail. He’d found telltale signs of her route, of course, but the trace elements had been faint - things a lesser hunter would have overlooked. But he wasn’t a lesser hunter.
He tracked her much further into the forest then he’d expected an Imperial woman to traverse. He’d encountered his fair share, and wasn’t impressed. They’d all been so stiff, rigid…boring. At least this one was making things interesting. He hadn’t expected one of Tarkin’s lineage to know how to survive in this rugged terrain.
But people would often push their limits when desperate. Sometimes it made them careless. And sometimes it meant Boba actually had a worthy hunt.
A sharp, cutting wind whipped through the trees, and he looked up to the darkening sky with a small frown. A storm was building…he could feel it. His quarry would likely try to hide, and if not, she’d at least be slowed down by the weather. Easier to catch up to. He made his way up an incline, keeping an eye out for further signs of movement, knowing he couldn’t be too far behind her now.
The trees rocked in the gale, branches creaking, and Boba pressed on unfazed. He had plenty of experience tracking his quarry in terrible conditions, as if they thought that would save them. He crested a steep hill and looked down at the swath of land below, running a thermal scan. Nothing…yet. He dropped his rangefinder and scanned ahead, brow lifting when he noticed some small buildings in the distance.
He raised the rangefinder and made his way down the hill toward the clearing, keeping his thermal scanner on. He was close. He could feel it.
The moment he entered the clearing, he picked up a heat signature, and smiled wryly, more out of relief that this was almost over then any true source of humor.
Gotcha.
The huts were small, thatched things…barely big enough to hold a person. Whether they were abandoned homes or storage units of some kind, he didn’t know, and didn’t care. He wouldn’t be here long.
Rain began to fall, pattering on his helmet and beading on his beskar. He continued onward, even as the pattering shifted to a downpour, and noted that the heat signature was coming from the last hut to the left.
He knew at this point to not underestimate anyone. No matter who they were. He had no idea what this woman would do, backed into a corner - and if she really had killed every Imperial dog sent to kill her, he would approach with caution.
But when he stepped toward the hut, he heard a pained scream break the silence - the sound coming from within. He frowned, scanning for additional life sources, but still only saw one. Was she already hurt? Dying? Kriff, he had to hurry. He had to be the one to end her, because he wanted to be true to his word, regardless of the job.
And so he cleared the distance to the hut in three long strides, gloved hand pressing against the door and shoving it open, light flooding into the dark space within, reflecting in two wide, terrified, blue eyes.
Looking for a Beta/Co author for an AO3 Fanfic. See Details.
Looking for a Beta or Co-Author from the trans community to help with a fic I plan to write for AO3.
The fic is a oneshot for the Merlin BBC fandom, the ship is Merthur but in this story Merlin is a trans man who ran away from his own royal family because they wouldn't accept him, and is about to be found out cause his birth fam showed up in Camelot for reasons I won't divulge here.
it is heavily inspired by this fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26950681
However while I am not cisgender, I am not trans either. Nor have I had to deal with the struggles people from the trans community deal with.
As such I am looking for either a beta or coauthor from the transgender community to help me make sure that I accurately portray the struggles that Merlin has to deal with. Must have gmail as I use google drive to write my fics and one-shots and will need to share the document with you.
As I am writing this there is no draft or work text for the fic. Only a detailed plot outline.
If you are interested send me a DM on insta. Username styxhuntress. Please include the following in your message.
Whether you want to co author or simply beta the one-shot.
If you want to co author the fic please provide a link to where ever it is that you post your own fics, assuming you do post your own fics. If you do not post fanfics I would appreciate a small writing sample (100-200 words) as I want to find someone who's writing style goes well with my own.
How much experience you have as a beta (if you plan to purely beta read the fic.)
Summary: When dinner goes bad, count on the after show.
Or Carlos repays the favor, this really makes more sense if you read Insatiable first. Also short, also very sexy.
BINGO square "Masturbation"
Teaser:
“Let’s forget it…the parents, the dinner,” TK encircles Carlos’ waist, “the margarita’s,” Carlos groans into TK's shoulder, and TK puts a finger to his lips, “ah, ah, and turn all our attention to that little promise you made me the other night, huh?” He whispers the last directly into Carlos' ear, licking at his earlobe, and nudging them back a step toward the couch.
“Amazing huh?” Carlos let’s himself be guided backwards, skirting the coffee table. “You think we’re an amazing couple?”
“That’s right, better than that, we’re enviable,” TK breathes, getting excited and tugging at Carlos shirt, “my margarita man.”
