#shevathegun

PROFESSOR TORA NAPREM,

in collaboration (hoho) with the most esteeméd Sheva, author of the government-toppling literary wonder, The Mistress (AO3)!!

The second soldier returns from the back of the house with a pile of books Naprem recognizes as hers. He tosses them down on the floor, and like alva blossoms they go cascading over the carpet, hopping and skipping, tripping over one another, landing splayed open with their pages fanned out. Civil Disobedience in the Modern Age, The Celestial Templar: Radical Reinterpretations of Religious Texts, and her signed copy of To Have and Have Not: On Liberty Without the D’jarra.

“Tora Naprem,” the leader says. “We have orders to arrest you on the behalf of the Bajoran Occupational Government.”

“I’m shocked,” Naprem says, coolly. “What are the charges?”

“Tora Naprem,” the leader says, with evident delight, leaning in to gauge her reaction. “You are charged with disrupting the peace, spreading radical ideologies, plotting against the Occupational Government, and otherwise inciting rebellion and discord. How do you plead?”

“Oh, guilty, very guilty,” Naprem says through her teeth. “Though I know you wouldn’t ask if you thought any different.”

“You feel no remorse for committing these acts of anarchism and extremist agitation?”

“None at all,” Naprem snarls.

The leader grins down at her then, showing all his sharp teeth.

“Take them,” he says.

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Dukat looks at the delicate hand in his, trying desperate to pull his focus into this one small fact. There was a hand in his. He knew who the hand belonged to. Naprem was right there... he could hear her voice, whispered as if from across the room. So many other voices were louder and more present. Screaming in his ears and demanding his attention. But none he could feel.

None but the hand in his.

So he gripped it tightly, pulling it close to his chest, eyes wide and wild, looking at the shadows and faces around him. Searched for hers. Desperate for it.

"Why are you so interested in hating an entire group of people?" asks a self-proclaimed TERF, unironically

omg I KNOW

Anti-Valentine’s Day Starters

“I.. don’t think Cupid is suppose to be taken literally. You do know it’s a myth right? Either way, you shouldn’t be so against being in love.”

first-time flirting prompts | accepting

Kara blinks, glances at the empty bar stool beside her, then the extraordinarily beautiful woman who’s speaking to her. It’s not like her to be out at the usual alien dive bar by herself, but it’s been a long week and she really just wants to decompress away from home and work and family. This is the perfect place to do it.

    “Um-- no, It’s free.”

She recognizes her, actually. She only met Starfire once, when she was younger and the other woman was still dating Dick Grayson, but she hasn’t changed a bit. It’s surprising to see her here in such a grungy hole-in-the-wall all the way in National City, though.

     “It’s nice to see you again,” she says, trying not to sound as taken aback as she actually is, “I wouldn’t have expected to see you all the way out here.”