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[onionowt]

I love you yellow pokemon adventures

[lilianmorganart]

[whentherewasatime-if]

TW: disturbing content below cut

[devoting-waters]

My persona, I guess

[purple-ant]

Hey hey hey! What have you got on clearance?

the padawan distribution system works in a mysterious way

There was only one extra seat in the cockpit, but Sifo-Dyas didn't reach it, collapsing against the wall in a heap of scorched robes.

"Don't you dare die now," Dooku said, jumping up from his seat. Of course, Sifo-Dyas couldn't just go; he had to wrap a simple murder in a mystical riddle and then leave Dooku to puzzle over it.

But no, the unexpected Padawan wasn't dying, the Count realized after examining him. It had simply been a fainting spell from Force exhaustion and a couple of shots too close, scorching the fabric and skin beneath, but nothing serious.

His gaze fell on the Padawan's braid. Dooku had been there when it was cut off; he'd lost his own that same day. Sifo-Dyas's braid had been much longer than this one back then, hanging from his Master's hand, weighed down by nearly a decade of training. And each year of this training could be read like rings on a tree, if you knew how.

Dooku reached out, taking the somewhat frayed braid—his Master would have to reweave it every other day at best—and glanced at the weightless "bells" scattered across it, each marking a past mission. Not many, given the frequency of Master Lene's missions. The multicolored beads marking the courses completed and exams passed were meaningless after so many years; he no longer remembered their order, only the knowledge gained from them, the vague impressions of the classes. But the rings... neat circles scattered along the entire length of the braid, each denoting a vision.

One at the base—for the ones received on Ilum, a reminder that even if a Jedi didn't receive them later in life, he was still infinitely connected to the Cosmic Force, having once spoken its language. And the two rings below, the source of which Dooku had never asked, outraged that his friend hadn't put them on right away, and deep down hurt that Sifo-Dyas hadn't told him. Now he understood that his friend had understood the need for secrets before him. And the fourth ring, through which the previous two had finally been revealed, through which Sifo-Dyas's gift and curse had finally been revealed to Dooku. And to the Jedi Council. Protobranch.

There were no more rings.

Dooku glanced again at the sixteen-year-old Padawan. Was this some kind of trick? Master Lene had dedicated her long life to studying the many sects of the Force, their secrets, their artifacts, and rituals. Of course she would know something Dooku couldn't. Of course she would share it with her Padawan.

[hergrandplan]

Hotter than my boyfriend's ass

“If you want me to finish this sign on time, you have to let me work.” Even as Wille said it, he made no actual efforts to get back to drawing. The pencil remained limp in his hand as he moved more into Simon’s space.

Simon moved his hands upwards, reveling in just the feel of Wille under him, his stomach, his chest. He knew exactly where each and every freckle was, every mole, imagining the map of Wille’s body in his mind. “I am letting you work. Your hands are still free.”

“No, you’re distracting me. That’s the opposite of letting me work.”

“I can’t help it,” Simon whispered, his breath fanning over Wille’s ear. “You’re just so hot when you’re doing something you actually care about.”

Or: Now that Wille has stepped down, Simon can finally take Wille with him to protests. The first one? A march against climate change.

It has an interesting side-effect. For @bigalockwood

Read here (T, 6k words, one-shot)

My dear , dearest Lia. Happy birthday! As you well know (or maybe you forgot), you share a birthday with the king of the Netherlands. So what better way to celebrate that than by watching an ex-king-to-be do very non-princely things, like protesting? We talked about this idea months ago, so truly, all credits to you, and even as I started writing it (now over a year ago), I knew this would at some point be a gift to you. Thank you for always inspiring me, always cheering me on, for letting me vent when I need to and being a shoulder to lean on. This past year has been one of the best of my life, filled with incredible memories, most of which are, in one way or another, because of you. Ily, and I hope you enjoy this silly little gift 💜💜 I'll always have the time of my life fighting dragons with you.

[betty-fran]

this fic is killing me!!! if you see a grief/mourning tag, you obviously have to get it, right, but no one warns how painful it will be...

[couldtheysurviveshibuya]

...Deltarune Today?

Could this human, Kris, survive the Shibuya Reaper's Game?

No, they die during Shiki's Week

No, they die during Joshua's Week

No, they die during Beat's Week

No, they die during

No, they die during

No, they die during

No, they die during

No, they die during

No, they die during

No, they die during

No, they die during

Yes, they survive!

Voting ended onApr 9, 2025