#wip bit

[lizardperson]

out of context line tag

got tagged by @aalinaaaaaa [here] thank you :D

tagging everyone who sees this ✌️

"Now, as a grand finale - how about we remove that beautiful brain of yours?" Helena suggests with a smile.

[contentment-of-cats]

WIP bit 9

Once, long ago, he’d been a man of power. A warrior. A peacekeeper. A Jedi Master. But out here, in the place that the Sith could not reach, he was a man with one eye, terrible burns, using a stick to walk and a bowl to beg. No destiny beyond the next meal, the next bottom of the barrel job moving from one place to the next. That’s over now.

The one with the grenade launcher takes out the one who would take him out. A child of the Empire is fighting for his life and those of the two little Chiss girls. She goes about her business with a frightening efficiency and accuracy, her face a mask.

“Agral, get ready! Kinnard and this squad coming your way with the teeny-tinies.” Load. Aim. Fire. Launch. The girls already on the way to their new rescuers - to Thrawn. Mace is tired of destiny. He doesn’t want one. “Come on, Pops. We have to move.”

Pops? Pops?!

Before Mace can protest, the galaxy shakes, tilts on its side, throws him, goes black.

He comes to as the child of the Empire heaves herself up the ladder, airing an impressive vocabulary while she does so. He is over her shoulder, lashed in place, looking down. Her holstered blaster swings at her hip, and those who would take their lives are coming. If she drops him, she saves herself, but she will not.

Tell me, child of the Empire, what do you see?

Smell: The stink of a cargo hauler, machine oil and fuel, too many unwashed bodies in too small a space. 

Touch: Smashed up against durasteel and transparisteel, people all around her and packed so close that one needs to breathe out as the other breathes in.

Taste: Ashes. Sickness. Blood.

Hearing: The wails of frightened children and mourning adults, the scream of engines firing. Voices over a comm talking about the evacuation, how this is the last transport. The miasma closing on their position. They’re going up. 

Sight: A girl’s fists slam into the transparisteel, the loudest screaming is her own. Begging. Begging to stay. Begging the man who could have been Mace’s brother to go with them. 

“Open the hatch! Elder, please!” 

It’s to no avail. The ship lifts, and the colorful fog rolls in. The man stumbles back to a small circle, coughing, bending in pain as blood splashes from mouth and nose. Faces turn purple, and this child can’t look away from the death of her home, her kin. 

A face in her mind’s eye. Gerrera. A vow made with her entire being. “My hand eternally raised against you, my blade made for your blood, my enmity unending, your death a celebration. May your end come at my feet.”

The roof under her running boots. The ramp of a Gozanti and lifting so suddenly that there’s only air under her heels for a moment before they both tumble to the deck.

“He saved their lives. He saved mine. Take care of him.”

An armored stormtrooper lifts him from her shoulders and she charges away across the hold. They lay him down gently in a medbed, the trooper setting aside his helmet to show a gruff veteran who gives him a smile and starts cutting Mace’s robes off. 

“That’s a good burn, Pops. Don’t worry, bacta’s gonna fix it right up." An injector hisses against his neck. “You’re getting a nap, then you’ll wake up as good as new.”

Pops? Pops?! 

When he wakes up-

Wakes-

Up-

“Thrawn-” 

[lizardperson]

wip wednesday

tagging uhhhhh @couriers-mile @ark-inkweaving @aalinaaaaaa @phoenix-is-still-here @crownedinmarigolds and whoever else sees this

someone's being a little brat. yes, next Practice makes perfect chapter already incoming soon, and what of it.... you know how it is with those quick little oneshots lmao

The next one, I aim a little higher, and it bounces off his forehead. "Oops." I give him an innocent grin. Amir chuckles and raises an eyebrow, throwing me a look from behind his magazine. Without commenting on it, he picks the gummy off his chest where it landed, and continues reading. Another one hits his head. "Will you stop that," he demands, turning the page. "Or what? You'll complain to your wife?" I counter, sticking out my tongue. "Or I'll kick your ass," he replies. "I'm serious," he adds when I snort, and I'm not particularly impressed by his threat. The smart thing would be to stop. I had my fun bothering him a little, and now we can go back to relaxing. Unfortunately, my self-control is seriously lacking. A few moments later, I throw another gummy at him with a big grin. "Bring it, old man."

[lizardperson]

wip wednesday

is it still wednesday? i think it might be. tagging uhhhhhh @couriers-mile @datura-tea @ark-inkweaving @aalinaaaaaa and whoever else sees this ✌️

working on the first practice makes perfect vacation chapter lol. because of course it won't be just one...

"Did she just call me your daughter?" I whisper to Addie once we're seated. "She did." "And you didn't correct her?" "Why bother?" I make a face. "Do I have to call you Mommy now?" I underline my opinion on that with an exaggerated gagging noise. "That would be cute, wouldn't it?" Addie grins, wiggling her eyebrows at me. "No, not cute at all?! In fact, that would be really gross?!" I laugh, assuming she's just messing with me. I nod toward Amir. "What, and he's Daddy?" Another gagging noise, because that thought is even worse than calling her Mommy. "If you're into that," he shrugs nonchalantly. "No, I'm not!" I snort, trying to keep my voice down to not be the loud obnoxious American here, because I already feel stared at. "That is so gross! You both are gross. Ew." I shudder and shake my head, laughing. Unbelievable, these two.

[lizardperson]

wip wednesday

i wanna be the first one today!! no-pressure-tagging uhhhhh @couriers-mile @datura-tea @ark-inkweaving @phoenix-is-still-here @crownedinmarigolds @aalinaaaaaa @zorilleerrant and whoever else sees this!

still working on in brightest black here and there. this is still a few chapters away but oh well. Amir trying to warn Fia in every timeline i guess? 😂

"You know why I agreed to leave the Empire, back then? Because, believe me, I would have loved to stay. But I figured, at least this way, I'll never have to see Helena again, and these damn games between them finally have an end." Amir sighs, running a hand through his hair. "These two… They only see each other as equals. Everyone else? Just pawns for their little schemes." I cross my arms in front of my chest, a little hurt. "Oh, so I'm just a pawn." I didn't realize he thinks that little of me. He looks at me for a long moment, and I'm trying to read his expression. Loathing? Pity? Defeat? "We both are," he then adds.

also i'm working on a new problematic smut chapter because apparently i can't stop bullying poor little Lexi... putting it under the cut, cw for suggestive language, teasing, and making fun of the concept of gold star lesbians

"Oh, I have something for you!" Addie suddenly announces and digs through her nightstand. When she finds what she was looking for, she puts a little sticker on my naked chest. A little amused, I look at it. "Okay… Thanks, I guess?" "Gold star for my little lesbian," she explains with a grin. "Because you took that big cock so well again today." Flabbergasted, I blink at her for a few moments. Amir next to me stifles a chortle while Addie smiles at me all innocently, then I burst out laughing. Sometimes I forget she can be legitimately funny. Wiping a tear from my eye, I chuckle, "Asshole." Of course I mean that most affectionately - by now, I have gotten used to being teased like that, more or less. "Lexi! Language!" Addie gives me a scolding frown, but I can see the corners of her mouth twitch. "That's not very ladylike." "Guess I'm not a lady after all," I reply, sticking out my tongue. "Then I will have to take away your gold star again." Playfully offended, I put a hand over the sticker protectively. "No? I earned that!"

[lizardperson]

wip wednesday!

got tagged once again by @couriers-mile [here] thank you <3

tagging anyone who sees this 😎

still working on the very horny second vivisection... cw: a little gore :>

I raise my head to get a better look and poke [my heart] gently, before running my fingertips along it. What a peculiar feeling. Then I put both hands around it and focus on the heartbeat for a few moments. It's very calming, somehow, and I can't help but smile. "Can I put it aside for now?" Helena asks when I pull my hands away. "Don't I need this? Like, inside of me?" It does seem like a pretty essential internal organ. "You'll be fine, my dear." I shrug and watch her lay it on a tray next to us, where it continues to beat. If she says it's fine, it's fine - she's the doctor here, and I trust her judgement. I sure feel fine.

[lizardperson]

heads up seven up

got tagged by @starwright [here] to share 7-ish lines of writing, so here's some more gayness from the ockiss week stuff i am currently working on, same text as the last wip bit [here].

tagging whoever sees this and also @ark-inkweaving just because :D

My eyes wander to the handful of couples on the dance floor, and I grin at Helena. "Dance with me?" I request, fluttering my eyelashes at her. She chuckles. "You know I don't dance." "Come on, just a little… please?" Some more fluttering, then I grab her hand and gently pull her along. If she really doesn't want to, she can just shake me off and keep standing there - which I actually expect her to do. I'll be a little sad, but it's no big deal. But she doesn't. Instead, she intertwines our fingers and actually follows me. Holy shit.

[lizardperson]

last lines tag

got tagged by @aalinaaaaaa aaaages ago but i always forget about this... oh well. how about dropping some juicy backstory teasers in a random wip bit now lmao

tagging uhhhh @ark-inkweaving @ineedaplacetostay @phoenix-is-still-here @zorilleerrant and whoever else feels like it

Addie looks at me for a moment, then a conspiratorial grin spreads on her face. "Did you know she used to be married?" I need a second to process her words. "Who? Helena?" Mouth agape, I stare at her, then I start to laugh. "Okay, now you're just messing with me." Her grin gets wider, stopping me dead in my tracks. "You are joking, right?" Addie flutters her eyelashes and takes a sip from her drink, while I still struggle with this information, completely baffled. "Married to whom?!" I finally ask. "Oh, it's a long story," she replies innocently. "But she probably wouldn't appreciate it too much if I blabbed about it."

[in brightest black, chapter 3 of ?]