#fluerallinmylis

[glaamdring]

Hi, I don’t know if you accept prompts, but I was reading your fic and had an idea?

What if The Fire Kids were all having a sleepover at the Grant-Nash place (and most of the adults are finishing up gossip & wine) when Chris starts having a nightmare and screaming for Buck? Maybe it’s close to the Tsunami anniversary, maybe they watched a movie or the news played a segment, but Chris is sobbing and hysterical.

Maybe May is there (& has this routine down from previous babysitting), maybe Hen calls Eddie, or maybe Eddie is already there and dialing, but he tells them to put the phone on speaker and Buck is immediately there to talk Chris down. (Maybe there is talking about the ladder truck and Buck saving people and the water sweeping Chris away but he just kept swimming, just like Dory.....)

It takes a bit but Chris starts calming down and asks when Buck will get there & he promises he’s pulling into the neighborhood right now. A few minutes later and Buck has Chris pulled tight in a hug, reassuring him and maybe swaying back and forth like all parents/older sons/caregivers do for upset babies. And the whole time, the adults are watching this kid they all live being a father right in front of them, consoling Christopher and maybe checking up on the other boys, thanking them for being such good friends.

Just the FireFam seeing and realizing that Buck has been a Papa to Chris since forever and Eddie is heart eyes 😍 every time he sees it.....

(Sorry, I know that is specific but I was reading your gorgeous writing and just had this thought provoked from it.)

Hi there. I appreciate that you enjoy my writing enough to want me to fulfill your prompt, but I'm afraid I don't really think this is my kind of thing. I'll put it out into the world in case somebody else would like to take a crack at it though.

[jediknobi]

So because I am an Angst Queen, if Obi-Wan plots the downfall of the Jedi after a week without Ani & Soka in the Disaster Sith AU, what would happen if Anakin got seriously hurt?

Like not even the Jedi caused the accident, the Zygerrian Queen or space pirates or the Hutts capture him and Ashoka and Maybe there are Force Collars or maybe Anakin just gets really hurt in a freak accident.... how terrifying does The Favorite Sith of the Jedi become when someone threatens his family?

I feel like if Anakin (or Ahsoka) came back hurt, Obi-Wan wouldn’t lose his cool. Because he came back, he’s here and alive, so it’s not the worst scenario possible, and he knows he’ll have to be the one to keep it together because Anakin and/or Ahsoka will be furious and immediately call for revenge.

Anakin will definitely need someone to shush him gently while putting a comforting hand on his shoulder, and whisper to him, “Don’t worry, dear. You will get some rest, we will heal your wounds, and you will be strong again. And then, we will kill them all.”

[primeemeraldheiress]

So I am re-reading If I Told You, as one does to stay sane in the Pandemic, and I have a small question.

During the part where Duck is giving Jay updated tech and things, he gives him a pendant on a plum colored cord. Apologies if I am completely missing this, but what is the significance of that pendant? Is it a Romani courting custom or an Omega custom or even a Legaue custom that I completely skipped over? *sits down to wait patiently in her Dunce hat*

Hey! I actually answered this ages and ages ago so I’m just going to link that post here. I had originally planned to do more with that and to showcase more of Jason’s personal growth in the fic. However, it didn’t want to be written that way so it kinda fell by the wayside. 

There’s absolutely nothing to feel silly about. Looking back now, I should have either removed that or elaborated in that moment within the fic itself when it became clear that the story was going to focus on different things than I originally thought. There’s nothing in the fic that explains. 

It is something that, if I ever get around to it, I would like to elaborate on in the companion fic. 

💖🌹

[primeemeraldheiress]

For the WIP ask, I am going to be greedy: Eternally, MindWipe AU, Drugged Fic, Untitled fic (because it is YOUR FAULT I am back on my SW bullsh*t). For the Bats: do any of your WIP have Jay & Dami being close? Either sibling/parental vibes, just Damian being Jay’s family/Pack and vice versa? (P.S. I still adore you, even if you did drag me back to Angstikin and Woobi-Wan. Do you know how many fics are listed as ‘Hurt Anakin Skywalker’? 78. *Morticia Addams voice*: “We need more of them”)

Eternally

The tone of his mate’s voice changed and hands were suddenly on his shoulders instead, holding him down. Urgency tainted the scents in the air. A snarl echoed through the room. Low and vicious. A primal sound bleeding urgency and protection. It took him a moment to realize it was coming from him.

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MindWipe AU

The subtle jolt of the hyperdrive kicking into gear was nearly unnoticeable the further from the engines you were. Those that were used to long tours on the Empire's fleet did little more than note the change. Those new to the ship — shinies, some were called, with the quirk of a sad grin — eagerly pressed their faces to the transparisteel of the viewports. 

One’s maiden voyage on their first tour of duty was a milestone.

But to the sixteen year old curled up in the vent, buried underneath the engines and the piping and the wires, it meant a chance.

A chance at freedom.

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drugged fic

Thoughts spinning slowly. 

The backs of his eyes prickled. Jedi. Not Tatooine. But he’d thought — he’d thought...

Master Qui-Gon had promised!

Master Qui-Gon is dead, a voice whispered at the back of his mind. And his new master had made no such promise. 

Anakin’s breath caught in his throat. 

He didn’t know what he had done. He had tried to be good, to do everything asked of him. He had been trying so hard! What had he done to cause his master to send him to him here? 

He’d seen this room before, on Tatooine. Inside one of Gardulla’s bordellos. A row of beds lined one wall, a curtain in between. A nod to false privacy. He knew what happened in those beds. 

Heart beating in his ears, chest tight with fear — with memory —  Anakin ran.

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Untitled Fic has a different working title now but this is fine

Head bent low in supplication, body folded in a pose learned in childhood, Anakin silently begged absent gods that he would be ignored. That the Jedi’s innate discomfort with slavery would force Ahsoka’s eyes to skate over him, dismissing him as just another poor creature. That the clones wouldn’t think to look beyond the collar locked around his neck, the golden chain held in the Hutt’s hand.

That Jabba would forget who he had once been. Forget the Force-suppression cuff locked tight around his ankle.

He didn’t want to be found here. He didn’t want to be found like this. Two years ago he would have welcomed rescue.  Two years ago, he still had hope. And fire and and fight. But it was too late for him now. 

Anakin had traded himself for her. 

Bats: do any of your WIP have Jay & Dami being close? Either sibling/parental vibes, just Damian being Jay’s family/Pack and vice versa?

Boy, I do. But that is not the exercise. 😏🤭

because it is YOUR FAULT I am back on my SW bullsh*t)

Do you know how many fics are listed as ‘Hurt Anakin Skywalker’? 78.

Is that all? That can’t be right. I’ve added some... Have I not been tagging that?

[primeemeraldheiress]

If you are still doing it, 🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹 Because the last multi-asks came out like mini stories. (P.S. Also, 🥀 break my heart a little) (P.P.S. I love you, deeply, adoringly, and unequivocally - your writing brings such joy to our lives, the fact you will never know HOW MUCH causes me great sadness)

If it became necessary, if his master tried to keep her, Anakin would give his life to make sure she left this place.

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She, the only one left that calls him by his name.

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She had cried when she had seen his golden eyes.

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How he fought and bled and finally was broken.

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Because they made her scream.

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His Master says that his pain is his power but he doesn't want to be powerful.

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He eyed the variety of sentients decked out in shimmer paint and paste jewelry.

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They were hunting him.

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To be caught would mean death.

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A time to run.

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From there, he could disappear.

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A day without pain or the yellow eyes of his master grinning in sadistic delight as he failed, again and again, to achieve some new skill.

That was interesting. I pulled randomly and then did some rearranging. 

Ask from HERE,

[weirdlet]

fluerallinmylis replied to your post: fluerallinmylis replied to your photo: ...

Apparently while most of the uterus-possessing persuasions crave rom-com and chocolates and ice cream at certain times, I crave angst and Hurt/Comfort and make my BB’s suffer. And my BB Boys make it so …. satisfying to my angst-whore heart

Agreeeeeeed. That’s kind of the fundamental Thing for Brock in my Fools ‘verse- he’s all ‘I don’t understand how you could forgive me and I know I don’t deserve this- so how do I handle you giving it to me anyway?’

[weirdlet]

fluerallinmylis replied to your photo: mocatarosu: please don’t

And it hurts all the more because it looks like there are tears in Brock’s eyes and you can just *SEE* the thought “You deserve so much better than me” across his face - someone write me self-sacrificing Brock who is soulmates with Winter and damn near kills himself so that Steve and Bucky can be together because it NEVER CROSSES HIS MIND THEY MIGHT BE ABLE TO FEEL THINGS FOR HIM TO!!!

yes good

[copperbadge]

Mr. Badge, Great Interwebs Dad to us all, I have some questions regarding your adorable fur babies. My mini-clone has long wanted a cat and I am on the verge of caving. Do you have any tips/suggestions for a novice about becoming one of the Claimed Worshipers of the Feline Gods?

(Hope it’s ok if I post this publicly!)

There’s tons of advice out there (take it all with a grain of salt) but I think for me the most important thing was to always remember that cats and humans don’t speak the same language even when they think they are, and that I can’t get mad at them for not understanding mine -- I have to respect what they want when I can tell what that is, and not always demand they respect what I want, because I’m bigger and control the food. 

There was lots of stuff I did with the Cryptids in the early days -- handled their legs and paws when they were in my lap, to make sure that they got used to it, trained them to scratch posts rather than furniture (middling success), left out their carrier so that they would play in it and not solely associate it with being hauled around in the dark. But one of the most important things I did was leave them alone when they wanted to be alone and didn’t try to force them to do anything I wanted them to do (unless absolutely necessary, like eardrops). I made sure they always had a place to go where they knew I wouldn’t bother them -- I never, ever touch them when they’re in the sulk gourds or remove them from them, so they know the sulk gourds are a safe, quiet, dark place to rest.  

So I think with a kid and a cat it’s really important to teach the kid ahead of time that kitty is a friend, not a toy: sometimes your friends don’t want to do what you want to do, you have to invite them to play and not force them, and you have to give them time to be quiet without you. (Also, if you’re not adopting kittens who will acclimate, I would talk to the shelter about a cat with a proven track record of being friendly with kids.) 

Depending on how old your kid is, you might try watching a few episodes of Helpful Vancouver Vet, who talks about how cats think and feel and how to use that when interacting with them. He’s kind of talky, so for younger kids maybe not so much, but he has a lot of good advice on cat ownership. 

And I would recommend adopting a bonded pair -- they’re harder to adopt out so you’re doing the shelter a favor, but also it means they have each other to play with and communicate with, which lowers the risk of a cat becoming bored/neurotic/isolated and thus destructive. Two cats aren’t really much more work than one, especially when they’re bonded, and it’s worth it for the cat to have a companion who speaks their language.