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The art is located here: https://sempaiko.tumblr.com/post/614162234458947584/a-soy-triple-berry-passion-tea-with-extra

If you are interested in the fic, you can find it on Ao3. The first part is SFW. The second part is NOT. https://archiveofourown.org/works/23421868

My Zeb didn’t have the outfit from the fic, but I think they still did an amazing job of channeling “Human” Zeb 💜

From left to right, top to bottom:

1) Zeb almost never went into an I.S.B. -the International Sheevbucks Brewing company- if he could help it. He was currently in an I.S.B. NOT for the soy triple berry passion tea with extra vanilla, but because the evening barista here was very, VERY hot.

2) "See you tomorrow, then?" Alexsandr asked him, looking hopeful despite the fact he was about to be inundated with work for the next while.

3) Zeb was almost afraid he had ruined everything, when the other man was quiet and contemplative for a moment. He then reached into his shirt and pulled out a silver chain with dog tags and let it lay over his chest, the metal softly clinking against his nametag that read: Alex.

4) "Great!" Zeb couldn't contain himself. "By the way, the name's Zeb." "Is that short for Garazeb?" "H-how'd you know?" Zeb eyed him, skeptically. He knew he was good, hell he was spying on the competition from the inside, but was he that good? "Your credit card," Alex said, as if it was the simplest thing in the world.

I want to share this amazing artwork by @sempaiko​ and commissioned for me by @godsliltippy  (which was the literally the kindest thing ever and I just.... *cries in Thunderfam*)

I’ve received permission to post, so please enjoy!

It’s so amazing. 

The pup is a Portuguese water dog,  and the breed was friends of mariners to help herd fish and collect lost nets. Literally the most thoughtful thing considering how hard I headcanon sailor Gordon (privateers or otherwise).

I’ve already named her Skipper and she goes on research trips with Gordo and they come back to the villa all waterlogged and simultaneously shake off the sea water before stepping into the house. And they are the absolute best of friends. And when Gordon’s bones hurt, Skipper cuddles up beside him so he knows he’s not alone. Because, fam, puppies know. 

Thank you Tippy, this was seriously so unexpected and kind of you. Sempaiko, your art is so beautiful and you’ve captured Gordon so well.

What is your most popular fanfic?

By hits, Not Her Dream, a Hannibal fic I wrote in 2013.  By kudos, Come in from the Cold!

What are your favorite fanfics?

First Sight by Elsajeni, a Wes/Hobbie fic

Birds of Passage by Neotoma, a Jericho/SPN fic

Needing No King by oneinspats, a Discworld fic

And I know everyone knows it, but I still love The Goal Is Not To Fall by sneakybunyip!

Guilty pleasure tropes and scenarios?

My biggest guilty pleasures are domestic baby/family tropes.  If done well, I love a good pregnancy fic.  I’m also HERE for time travel and separated lovers and one partner going berserk in an attempt to save the other!

Can we get a teaser for an upcoming chapter?

Before he could knock on the door of Kallus’s room, it opened and a brown-haired human almost ran into Zeb as he tried to leave.

The human blinked sleepily, looking slowly up Zeb’s body.  By the time he reached Zeb’s face, his eyes were wide.

“Well, hello,” he said, running a hand through his hair.  “What can I help you with?”

Zeb groaned.  Kallus had told him that one of his roommates had a rampant xeno fetish; this must be him.  “Kallus,” Zeb said shortly.  “I need to talk to him.”

The man gave him a wink. “I’ll be right back.  Don’t move.”

Zeb shifted uncomfortably, ears perked to hear what was happening in the still-dark room.

“K,” hissed the man. “Get up.”

A bed creaked.  “Go away, Zaarin,” came Kallus’s voice, an irritated mumble.

“Your tall, purple, and handsome is waiting for you.  Unless you want me to tell him to come join you in bed?  Or if you don’t want that, he can join me–”

There was a sudden thunk followed by a string of curses.

Zeb grinned.  That was definitely Kallus.

“Sithspit. Karabast.  Shavit.”  Another thump – that one sounded like Kallus sliding off the top bunk – and some shuffling.

Kallus appeared at the door moments later, still pulling on a shirt – backwards – hair mussed from sleep, looking only half-awake.  “Garazeb?”

“Me,” Zeb confirmed. “Caf?”

“Oh thank stars.” Kallus took the cup gratefully. He sniffed at it, smiled tightly, and immediately started taking long swallows.

Zeb was surprised. Surely the caf was still hot enough to burn, but…

Well, he didn’t mind watching Kallus’s throat work.

After the caf was gone, Kallus blinked a few times and looked at Zeb again, a little more awake. “What are you doing here?”

Zeb gestured to Kallus’s forehead, where a pink spot was darkening.  “You okay?”

Kallus rubbed his forehead, grimacing.  “The ceiling is a little low for me,” he admitted.  “I sometimes hit my head when I wake up.”

Zeb smiled, one side of his mouth quirked up.  “Gonna give yourself a concussion if you don’t watch yourself.”

“Who says I haven’t already?” Kallus asked, the grimace transforming into a slight grin.

Zeb studied Kallus for a moment.  Maybe it was because he’d caught the man off-guard, but there was no sign of the angry Intelligence officer who’d tried to debrief them nearly a week before. “Kanan told me you were trying to find me after the Jalindi mission,” he prompted.

Kallus’s brow furrowed. “It was nothing,” he said quickly.

“‘Scuse me.”  The roommate who Zeb had run into first slid by Kallus, managing to bump into Zeb as he set off down the hallway.

“Nothing?” Zeb said, disbelieving.

Kallus’s frown became a full-blown scowl.  “No,” he relented, watching the beings passing them in the hallway.  “No, it wasn’t nothing.  But it doesn’t need to be discussed here.”

“Okay,” said Zeb.  “Wanna go to breakfast?”

“Still public.” Kallus shook his head.  “Look, we’ll find another time.  Didn’t you just get back?”

The roommate Zeb had met before – Otto – stuck his head out the door.  “Coryn and I are about to leave if you want to stay here.”

From inside the room, “We’re hurrying!”

Kallus spun on Otto. “Get out of my business,” he snapped.  “Neither of you should be listening!”

Otto held up his hands. “Just tryin’ to help.”

Burying his face in his hands, Kallus muttered something – it sounded to Zeb like some repeated mantra to calm himself down.

“They’re right,” Zeb said. “If you want privacy, we can stay here.”

Kallus breathed deeply and lowered his hands, revealing reddened cheeks and a defeated expression. “Fine.  Come on in.”  He stepped aside and held the door open so Zeb could enter.

Weed out the weak. Star Trek is so good.

Request by @sempaiko​: The Language of Flowers

She noticed him coming in through the door and she quickly looked around to make sure that Anderson was gone. Thankfully, the morgue was empty. The smirk on his face told her he knew full well she was alone. 

“You don’t belong here, Holmes, this isn’t a murder,” she said in her gruff tone, keeping up appearances regardless. 

“In a way perhaps it is, Doctor Hooper,” he replied as he came around the gurney beside her, carefully stepping around the bloody mess. 

Sherlock plucked a small blue flower from his lapel and haphazardly threw it over his shoulder. In his hand, she noticed he carried a nosegay of orange blossoms. He carefully plucked one of them and replaced his boutonniere. 

“What’s this, Holmes?” Molly asks, a bit upset at how breathless she sounds.

He smiles as he leaves the nosegay on her mostly empty instrument tray. “I’ll leave you to your deductions.” He winks at her. “Afternoon, Hooper.” 

With that he turns around, whistling echoing in the halls. 

 I did a little more on this one because I love the Victorian language of flowers. FYI, orange blossoms are often meant to mean “eternal love” and “marriage and fruitfulness”. The flower in Sherlock’s lapel would have a been a Bachelor Button (cornflower), so I think that one’s obvious. :) 

I did watch! It was kind of my ex-husband’s thing, but I ended up really enjoying both SG1 and Atlantis, as well. SGU just felt too dark for me, so I’m pretty sure I never finished it. I’ve only watched through once, so there aren’t any episodes that I remember. I definitely loved Shephard’s ‘so done with this’ attitude, but Ronon was always my favorite. And my Momoa love continues to this day .

1 Apple !! 3 humans + 1 Shinigami !! 

Who'll get it? 🤔