Padmé selected the system for its closeness to Republic borders and her familiarity with the people. Cody - the man from the future - had not provided much information about Mandalore, but Padmé doubted they’d had a good experience under the Empire.
The culture was already so severely fractured, cracks spreading ever faster and further after the death of Duchess Satine.
They took a roundabout path - caution was their greatest protection against the Empire, the four of them stood little chance if a cruiser took notice of them - and arrived on the borders of Mandalorian space after a week.
The handwriting is not quite what I hoped it would be (tbh I wasn't trying very hard b/c readability and not wanting to start over) and the love letter might not be the best (idk I'm aro and haven't read much romance; no idea what's appropriate), but here's what I did for Anonymous gifts/letters!
(I started drawing something for Elections and will tag that when I post, but this is the only prompt I'll properly do.)
Oh, I almost forgot: I'm planning a whole fic with c!wilbur and c!quackity courting AU where nothing goes wrong, so context for the letter is that Quackity is in Wilbur's cabinet.
transcription under the cut:
Dear Quackity,
I find myself paying more and more excess attention to you daily. I didn’t mean to become enthralled by you, but here I am, in a rather embarrassing spat of infatuation with you, fascinated with your every aspect. — But please do not think the embarrassment stems from you being the subject of said affection — no, I simply am in possession of a weak and feeble heart that takes all feelings on too harsh and was not expecting to care so much such suddenly. I hope you’ll forgive my cowardice in writing this letter anonymously. I make no request for you to not seek me out; I’m merely afraid to tell you up front.
But I lose myself: this letter is to describe my affection to you, as I think if I go another day without making you aware that your laugh is the prettiest thing in all the world and I would launch a thousand ships for your face, I will simply perish. Your wit is the light of my life; I spend my meetings eagerly awaiting your next quippish insight. You remind me who I am and why I do this… thank you.
I don’t care how long I live: you will always be the most stunning thing I’ve ever seen. Surely you’ve noticed by now, how I can’t keep my eyes off of you. Surely you’ve noticed how my brain turns off when you speak to me, or maybe you just always have thought I’m a fool — I can assure you that I normally am quite eloquent — it’s in your presence that I fall apart. Your eyes seem to know the secrets of the sun, and your skin too, to glow like that. Or perhaps your eyes are like oceans of endless depths. I have always wanted to die by drowning. You hide your hair behind a beanie, and what I would give for the privilege of its sight. If only you’d notice me the way I take note of you. I wish I could take you out to an empty field at night. I would stare at the stars reflected in your eyes, but despite all their brilliance, none would parallel you. And were I to be granted the privilege of touching you, I would likely burn through to bone. You are a painting winking at me from across a gallery banister, begging to be stolen & studied. Oh, that sounded a bit wrong; please allow me to apologize. And while I’m at it, apologize for this entire unsolicited letter. You may burn it if it displeases you. I have spent far too long thinking of what I’d like to say to you, & here I’ve gone & filled this page with nonsense.
I’m sure the world will one day run out of ways to describe love, but it won’t be on my account. You inspire me — I have been dedicating song fragments to you, carefully crafting one that would please you. Oh, the differences between us are too vast for a relationship to work out, but I simply must tell you how beautiful you are.
Kaleidoscope of Death by Xi Zixu
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Extra: Tan Zaozao
Tan Zaozao had filmed many movies, had played countless characters. She'd been the bewitching dancer, the heroic swordswoman, the loving mother, the young woman who just could not extricate herself from the throes of love.
Every character was different, just as every person led a different life.
When Tan Zaozao first got into the entertainment circle, she had had an accident: while she was shooting a scene on horseback, she had been careless, and fallen off the horse. Her injuries had been terrible, and she'd almost lost her life. A close friend of hers came to visit her in the hospital and completely chewed her out, asking if she wanted to die, why didn't she use a stunt double for such a dangerous occasion.
Tan Zaozao had answered with a smile: "My life's not worth that much."
Tan Zaozao had been young back then, and completely without fear of death. She’d thought she would always be that way, until one day, she went on a talk show. When Tan Zaozao walked out of her dressing room, she discovered that the corridor that ought to have led to the soundstage had turned into twelve metal doors. Every single door looked exactly the same, emanating an icy chill.
Seeing such a thing, the smile on Tan Zaozao's face went stiff. Her first reaction was to wonder if this was a prank organized by production, and so she forced down the unsettled feeling in her chest. She kept it up until…she pulled open one of the doors.
When the door opened, she appeared in an unfamiliar location. All around her was a desolate graveyard, and before her loomed a dark and enormous castle.
Tan Zaozao followed the path slowly forward. In the clearing in front of the ancient castle, she spotted several people standing together, discussing something in whispers. All their faces were strange to her, and when they saw her, they just tossed over momentary gazes before looking away again.
"Excuse me, where are we?" Tan Zaozao asked.
Nobody answered her question.
"Is this for a show?" An onslaught of bad feeling was crashing over Tan Zaozao's chest, and she asked this question with great caution. Only, somebody in the crowd took on a mocking expression.
"For a show? You've seen such a realistic show before?"
Tan Zaozao went silent.
Though she held onto a thread of hope, wishing this were a hyperrealistic prank show, that hope was ruthlessly dashed when she saw the first person die. That person's death was miserable—they were covered from wounds from head to toe, and all of their blood had been sucked out. They could not have been more dead.
Tan Zaozao stared at that corpse, frozen where she stood. That was the first time she became truly conscious of the fact that this wasn't a prank, nor was it some sort of realistic game. Here, death was a very real possibility.
Tan Zaozao's first door wasn't too difficult, relatively speaking. She was pretty lucky, and came out alive. When she returned to the real world, she almost immediately had an emotional breakdown, terrifying the assistant beside her.
"Zaozao, are you alright?" the assistant asked in worry.
"Where were you?!" Tan Zaozao said angrily. "Why didn't you help me?"
The assistant looked back at her blankly.
"What do you mean…where? Haven't you been sitting here the whole time?"
Tan Zaozao startled, saying, "I've been sitting here the whole time?"
"Yeah," the assistant answered. "You've been just sitting here, spacing out…"
Tan Zaozao went silent, and faintly came to understand something. But before she could figure it all out, the assistant was rushing her onto the stage. The interview was starting.
Onstage, Tan Zaozao was inattentive, answering the host's questions on and off and absently. The host saw that something was off, and just as he was rearing to ask, there came a terrified yell from offstage. Before the host even had time to react, there was the sound of shattering glass above his head. He looked up, and saw a black shadow plummeting toward him.
Tan Zaozao had been sitting right next to the host. She got a close-up view of that giant hanging light plunging heavily from above and smashing to the ground before her very eyes.
The host, who had just been laughing and chatting with her, became a dismembered corpse in the matter of a moment. Tan Zaozao stood there blankly, looking as if in a trance.
For Tan Zaozao to have survived this accident was practically a miracle. Lord knows she'd been sitting right next to the talk show host. The heavy lighting equipment had practically grazed her as it fell, but didn't leave a single scratch on her.
This incident that gave Tan Zaozao severe shock, and she was forced to take a break for a while.
And during this break, she finally figured out what that door was.
It was torment, and also rebirth.
Without the doors, she would already be dead. But with the doors, she still might not survive.
Through a friend, Tan Zaozao met Ruan Nanzhu, and also learned there was a whole group of people selected by the doors.
"Do you want to simply cross the doors or train in the doors?" Ruan Nanzhu asked Tan Zaozao.
Tan Zaozao, "is there a difference…"
Ruan Nanzhu, "the difference is, the first one, you don't have to think about anything, you only have to follow me. The other, you have to rely on yourself."
Tan Zaozao's answer was decisive: "I choose the first one."
"But Obsidian doesn't take doors after the fifth," Ruan Nanzhu said. "If you choose the first option, maybe you'll have an easier time surviving in the beginning, but there's no guarantee for later."
Tan Zaozao's smile was forced.
"But I really am scared."
Ruan Nanzhu went quiet. It was his agreement to Tan Zaozao's request.
Tan Zaozao really was just a normal girl. She was scared of the dark and scared of ghosts. Out of the people in Obsidian, the one she was most like was Cheng Qianli. But this likeness also meant that neither of them were suited to the doors.
Tan Zaozao made her decision. She knew her own ending, and had her doubts in the middle. But in the end, she never changed her mind.
After the fifth door, Obsidian didn't take on gigs anymore. And Tan Zaozao's journey had come to an end.
"Zaozao, how about I take you in." Lin Qiushi was a good guy. There was worry for Tan Zaozao in his eyes, but Tan Zaozao turned him down with a smile.
Deep inside her heart, she'd once worked up a bit of jealousy toward Lin Qiushi—she'd been jealous of Ruan Nanzhu's preferential treatment toward him. But after the jealousy faded, Tan Zaozao discovered that she actually understood Ruan Nanzhu very well. Lin Qiushi was so utterly lovely—he was clever, and brave, and kind, just like a glittering gemstone. Anybody would be attracted to those qualities of his. Not only Ruan Nanzhu, herself included.
If she were Ruan Nanzhu, she would probably make the same decision.
Tan Zaozao thought, melancholic: who wouldn't want a strong and brave companion?
In the end she chose another organization. That org promised her that they would bring her out of her sixth door, but they failed.
This was also within Tan Zaozao's expectations. The only thing that wasn't part of the plan was dying on her most beloved stage.
It was honestly a kindness she'd asked for. She'd wanted to die quietly, but found that she couldn't do it. In the terrifying world of the doors, a pair of hands dragged her into an endless black. And when she came out from the door, the extravagant stage was before her eyes. Beneath the stage were blinding lights, and in her ears were the shutter clicks of cameras. The audience was seeing everything, and all of it was being recorded.
When she knew death was descending, Tan Zaozao couldn't help a scream of misery—she regretted it now. She didn't want to die yet. There was still so much she wanted to do.
This wasn't fair…
But it was all too late.
Her final path had already been determined by her decision way back at the beginning.
Above her head came once more that familiar sound of shattering glass. Tan Zaozao looked up and saw the bright lights, as well as the countless shards of glass plummeting toward her. That chandelier was like a crown, crashing heavily atop her body. It broke her to pieces.
Before the darkness fell, Tan Zaozao heard panicked shouts from the people offstage. She even saw some frantic faces. As Tan Zaozao lied on the floor, a faint smile came to her lips. She felt the darkness encroach on her vision, and the eternal silence tasted, to her surprise, a bit sweet.
She sank into a long sleep from which she would never be disturbed.
