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Knowing a fic author through AO3 is like attending someone’s thesis presentation and politely clapping at the end, knowing a fic author through this hellsite is like going over to their house at 3AM to watch them eat mayonnaise out of a jar
Sometimes I attend somebody’s thesis presentation and I’m so impressed that I follow them home to watch them eat mayonnaise out of a jar at 3am.
Sometimes I watch someone eat mayonnaise out of a jar at 3am with such fervour I am compelled to attend their thesis presentation
Sometimes I look at a thesis presentation and I go ‘I know exactly how much mayonnaise you had to eat out of the jar at 3 am to pull this shit off’
i will personally never understand that thing people do when theyre like "i thought this was a good piece of art until i realised its fetish/pornographic" like why does art lose value if the artist was a little horny when they made it. why is that so scary. im sure a lot of the old masters were doing portraits of their lovers slightly bricked up & theyre still displayed in museums. why is sexual arousal not an acceptable source of inspiration when like every other emotion is. well i mean i know why sadly but i do not like it so i'll continue to complain about it
if michaelangelo can paint 644 cock and balls on the sistine chapel u can swallow a few close ups of feet or whatever
Caroline Walker (Scottish, b. 1982) - Lottie
Elements of Ecology. 1954.
The appearance of the photophores of the deep sea fish stoplight loosejaw and of the luminous discharge of the shrimp Acanthephyra purpurea in the inky blackness of the deep ocean.
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they're a problematic character TO YOU. they're problematic to me as well but I'm being weird and horny about it so it's different
There was a rumour circulating about Partagaz saying something along the line of "recalibrating your enthusiasm" to either Jung or Heert (haven't gotten that far in Andor yet, my brain is on overdrive).
Well, we've arrived to the point when Krennic hears the same suggestion. From a mob boss. With his pants down. About to get laid.
I AM NOT DELETING IT.
Ryland Grace in just his boxers, on the floor, white board marker in hand as he's labeling bones in his body and telling Rocky what they are and how fucked he'd be if they broke: ...yeah so this one is my femur and if that one breaks that's gonna take 4 - 6 months and I basically can't walk for most of it.
Rocky, texture reader in one hand, watching all this in horrified silence:
Self Rec Someday (Sunday)
I have been tagged by @nymphl to add some self recommendations, and at first I was like "cool!" - then I choked on my chocolate when I read the rules:
Rules: When you get this, reply with your favourite five fics that you've written and pass on to others.
Five?!
Girl, I have written mostly trash. Down to the filthy porn trash. Actually, I have dug myself a grave in the biggest trashbin the neighbourhood can provide. Please, call me a trash panda, if you will. Since I returned to writing in the late 2023 (after a 7-year pause), I have been writing mostly for two ships. Let's see if I can dig out the better stories from my sleeve, shall we?
A Party Belowdecks - Thrawn/reader - Star Wars: Ahsoka - 3230 words - Chapters: 1/1 - Rated: E - Completed
Shortly after I published a multichapter story from Thrawn's time in the exile on Peridea, ideas started popping up like mushrooms after the rain. I decided to put them together in a series which seemed easier than adding chapters to an already existing story.
Summary: After long and tedious work, you decided to join Pyrondi on an adventure belowdecks. She led you to a party where you two have fun and accidentally forget about time. When you return to your shared quarters, though, Thrawn is waiting for you. What happens when he gets a whiff of another man's scent on you?
The Inbound Flight - Thrawn/reader - Star Wars: Ahsoka - 4284 (out of 54k written so far) - Chapters: 1/? - Rated: M - Ongoing
This is a little pet project occupying two years of my life already. I've been working on it on and off, and decided to publish the first chapter just for the sake of this post. It is much darker and more thought-through than the previous stories in the same series, and I've enjoyed writing on it especially because I can bombard you with crazy scientific facts - actually, that was probably the initial idea behind even starting with the character of Dr Lani Kordes. My hope is to finish it before we discover how Filoni fucked up our favourite autistic blueberry.
Summary: After so many years of loss and suffering in exile, Thrawn returns to the Known Galaxy thanks to the efforts of the Great Mothers and Morgan Elsbeth. However, his arrival has been anticipated, and the New Republic forces arrive at the site soon after, to take the feared Grand Admiral down before he can find allies to his cause. As a precaution, though, Thrawn sends the pregnant reader and their firstborn to the Chaos, with instructions to find refuge with his old acquitances, Admiral Ar'alani of the Chiss Expansionary Defense Fleet, and Eli Vanto, a former Lieutenant Commander aboard the ISD Chimaera whom he had sent to the Ascendancy well before the hell had broken loose over Lothal. The reader now has to fend for herself and step into a rancor pit. Will she be able to adjust to the changes that are coming her way?
Koalas and Cockatoos - Ben Mendelsohn/reader - Australian Actor RPF - 2256 words - Chapters: 1/1 - Rated: E - Completed
What can I say? I'm not excusing myself for writing self-indulgent porn featuring a reader who is veterinarian.
Summary: You cherished the slow mornings that usually followed after a day spent working hard - and being fucked by your husband even harder in the evening. While you waited for Ben to return from a quick trip to fetch something for breakfast, you were watching the native fauna from the window, hot tea warming your hands and mind wandering...
“Enjoying yourself?” he purred from behind you with that voice that had made you melt in the sheets last night. How did he get so close this quickly?
Tarkin's Game - Krennic/reader - Star Wars: Catalyst - 15515 words - Chapters: 4/4 - Rated: E - Completed
A part of different ongoing series, one that is actually a big experiment in itself - I've been writing it out of order, creating so many inconsistencies that I can't count them on fingers of my hands anymore. But in short, Krennic obtains a slave and frees her with intention to marry her (both for her brains and her cunt, obviously). As @meepetteoneonly said, it tells a story through smut. I think that's the best review I've ever gotten. Aside from her lovely legal advice on the reader's status of freedwoman, I have a second devil on my shoulder whispering suggestions for the whole series: @sparklebunny57
Summary: “You’ve had your fun, Director. It is time for your pretty plaything to serve the Empire properly. Perhaps you should dedicate your next leave to the effort to finally make her pregnant… Should you have a problem in that regard, I believe there are… other possible solutions to your fertility issues.”
Wilhuff Tarkin is not Director Krennic's supporter. They have been on each other's throats for ages, playing a dangerous political game. But now, Tarkin ups his scheming, including Krennic's wife (reader). He twists his Doctrine in his favour, ordering Krennic to finally make you pregnant, and thus forcing you to carry Orson's child (for the Empire, of course). Additionally, you have given him some ammunition unwittingly which he can use against you - and by extension, on Krennic himself. As he continues to manipulate you into an unwanted pregnancy, he also has a much more pervert fantasy to fulfill: since you've been turning his advances down, he thinks that he may get some satisfaction by observing you and the Director in bed.
Alderaan - Krennic/reader - Star Wars: Catalyst - 6969 words - Chapters: 1/1 - Rated: E - Completed
This one is less stressful than the other fics in the same series - until you remember that the planet will be blown up at some point in the future.
Summary: It was your first direct experience with assassination attempt. There had been always a possibility of it hanging over your head, especially when people had recognised you as Lady Krennic, and you had learned to live with that. But some situations are better to avoid altogether - especially since you are eight months pregnant with baby girl. To keep you safe, Krennic decides to move you to Alderaan, tasking his friend Lio Partagaz with the logistics in his absence. You are to stay hidden there until further notice. Assuming a false identity, ISB agent Bhrea is to pose as your husband. Thing is, you had not anticipated that you would have to deal with all the changes completely alone...
Honourable mention: Never an Absolution - Titanic - unpublished
Aside from writing for Star Wars, I have been working on a completely different one over the past few years (well, over 8 years now). The research beyond this behemoth is very intense, though, because I got the idea of introducing the less known passengers of the doomed steamship through the lens of a female medical officer, Dr Alexandra Metcalfe. So far, two excerpts from the story exist - one from boarding while the ship is prepared in Southampton, and a little dinner scene from the voyage.
Sadly, I've got to admit that I've been too busy to edit and publish a new story this week. Instead, here is my old self-rec list instead to sustain you for the moment, my fellow insatiable bitches.
Ten songs on repeat
Tagged by @cliotris (and probably others) - well, I can't probably get 10 together, but -
When I write, I sometimes listen to specific songs. Hours on repeat condition me to instantly remember them when I return to those fics later. Yeah, it works like the Pavlov reflex.
Scatman John: Scatman (when writing William McMaster Murdoch parts for my Titanic fanfic Never An Absolution)
Katy Perry: E.T. (while I was writing "I have fallen in love with the Villain" - every time I reread the Thrawn fic, I can't unhear it)
Daniel Pemberton: Time Go Fishing (from the Poject Hail Mary - one of the recent obsessions that fits some parts of my Krennic AU series)
Patti Smith: Because the Night (when I'm simping for Thrawn)
Florence + The Machine: Spectrum (specifically the Calvin Harris remix - when I was writing Ben Mendelsohn fics)
Pitbull: Guantanamera (while writing the smut in On the Beaches of Scarif last summer, now I can't imagine anything else than summer vacation with Krennic thanks to that)
Teena Marie: Lead Me On (ah, any scenario with Krennic applies here)
David Guetta x Sean Paul x Akon: Memories x Temperature (Kirex mashup) (oddly enough, I listened to it while writing the angst of the Ferrix Deal)
t.A.T.u.: All the Things She Said (okay, I'm a terrible singer. I hate it. But sometimes, this runs in my head when I'm painting these days. Also applicable when I'm doing research for other scenes in my Titanic fanfic)
Lady Gaga: The Dead Dance (while I was writing the Lucrehulk: Trapped in a Storm)
Imma not taggin', the people I know here were already tagged in some music-centered post recently. Sorry.

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@septima-severa in nutshell: I was using super elaborated microscope today so I could see how fish retinas look like and I will write an article about it. There are also things called microtom and cryotom which you can use to cut tissue samples into teeny tiny itsy bitsy bricksies without shape deformities which would otherwise bother you while using the said microscope on them.
Me, sipping wine: Uuuh, oh, so… umm, yeah. I was researching whether there is a defined relevant market for car safety belts manufacturing.
I wonder if Krennic ever felt so stupid while hanging out with Galen. Probably not, because he’s egomaniac. I certainly feel stupid, but at least, from all the competition lawyers around, I know the most about fish sight. 😎
The desiccation of the sample block makes it warped, but at least the slice is then even everywhere, not this 3D map for blind people retinas can be :D Sometimes, I get very lucky, tho...
Getting Thrawn to a special art performance
@meepetteoneonly worked hard to bring another story to life for the Director of Advanced Weapons Research series. This one features our favourite Blueberry, his sidekick, her OC Isla Modo and Director Krennic's wife. And even though is over 13.700 words long, I promise you're going to enjoy this.
Wife, Admiral, Muse and Wallflower
Alderaan, 4 BBY: Isla Modo threw herself into the throes of planning a special event for her close circle of artist friends. The invitation, naturally extended to you, although she didn't give you much of a choice to chicken out of it. To bait you further, she managed the impossible: to invite a certain blue-skinned admiral and his aide - under false pretenses of 'conceptual performance', of course, because who in their right mind would accept the painter's invitation to swingers party? “You know, cariño, I throw a little party from time to time. It’s for a closed circle of my friends, most of them artists. Painters, poets, designers. To network, to inspire each other, to gossip –” she was drawing a line from your knee up to your thigh with her knuckles, caressing your leg softly. You narrowed your eyes. “Spill it. I dare you. Or I’m not touching that broken light on your speeder.” She bit her lower lip. “… to fuck,” she squeaked, all innocence.
You didn’t want to underestimate Isla in any way, though was she this good liar? Thrawn surely had to see through her sugarcoating. And if he didn’t, Eli did. Which greatly reduced chances that Thrawn would show up. Still, you couldn’t but constantly look over your shoulder, hoping to catch a glimpse of the blue skin at the door that marked the border of your comfort zone. Y/N, you idiot.
The corridor opened into the spacious living area that apparently served as a foyer tonight. Furnished with large pillows, armchairs and sofas to sit on, fire dancing in the minimalistic fireplace and a kitchen island turned into a provisional bar, now hidden beneath bottles of bubbles, some already put into the silver and gold buckets filled with ice. However, it was the room that followed that was supposed to be the heart of the event, with sizable stripe of ballet floor unrolled there.
Dancing? Your eyebrows jumped up in confusion but descended again as you began to observe other guests talking and mingling, sipping from their drinks, some of them smoking. You scanned the area thoroughly. Although all invitees wore masks Isla had sent out, the mask itself would hardly hide Thrawn’s skin colour and his glowing red eyes from you.
He wasn’t there. Yet, you hoped.
Isla’s cheerful voice led you back from the maze of your contemplations. “Y/N!” she rushed to you, leaving the small group she had been talking to behind. “Is everything all right?”
You gave her an automatic nod. Before you could protest, a flute full of bubbles appeared in your hand and she was dragging you towards the guests she left alone a moment earlier. You followed only reluctantly, though there was no point resisting her now. Isla Modo was in her element and no force in the galaxy would stop her from doing whatever she was up to. You didn’t share her enthusiasm, though, dissociating to the memories of the last night you had spent with Thrawn. As much as your gaze was darting towards the entry corridor and thousands of butterflies fluttered their wings inside of your stomach, the image of him sleeping peacefully next to you was still painful.
read the whole story on AO3
Antonio Barahona - Los Platos (2025)
schrodinger's chekhov's gun. a detail in a story that looks like it should have some big payoff but it's too early to tell if that's relevant or if the author just has a passion for lovingly describing guns.
schrodinger's chekov's occam's razor: you find an inconsistent or inaccurate detail in a work that would be brilliant if it was foreshadowing a plot twist later on, but it's too early to tell whether the author expects you to be smart, and the simplest explanation is that they fucked up
[ID: tags read, "Schrokovam's gunblade". END ID]
Grand Admiral Hux
When I first saw the trailer of <Rogue One>, I did think that handsome man in the white uniform maybe Hux’s father, but the Visual Dictionary, which recently released names of all characters, did deny this theory.
I like this white uniform and think it will suit Hux well, so I drew this art. :)
@kyluxxury
Now this makes my mind wander into a very dangerous territory. There is something valid on it, tho

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could you imagine any shit ass naval officer trying to make idle small talk with the wheezing refrigerator of a cyborg haunting the bridge of his ship and the guy is like, talking fondly of naval academy experiences and in a genuine overture the guy casually asks vader what year he graduated his own academy. and not only did vader never so much as look at a military school he also only turned 23 last week
Best part of being in a small fandom is when you’re reading a nasty smutty fanfic on ao3 and you go to hit kudos and you see one of your mutuals’ user names in the kudos list and you’re just like 😈 hehe you were also here. Pervert.