#sunsetofdoom

It's about young Savage Opress and Maul and it makes me cry every time I read it. Highly recommend.

“Are you the one they call Barsen'thor?”

Emperor Arcann speaks with disdain, but there is anger underneath. So he heard of Relu, recognizing his title if not his face. 

Relu nods, his gaze is locked on the holoprojection of his enemy. He would have preferred to meet Arcann face to face, maybe then he would have been able to end the threat of Zakuul with one swift hit of his lightsaber. Then again, a meeting like that may have ended with his death instead—no one can deny that Arcann is exceptionally strong in the Force. And Relu can’t afford to die, not yet. 

“I wish to discuss the conditions of my capitulation,” he says steadily, pushing back his guilt. 

“Say your piece, Jedi,” Arcann snaps. “Don’t waste my time.”

Relu takes a deep breath. This is it, there is no going back. 

“My allies and I will cease all resistance against Zakuul if you release the Outlander and deliver her to us alive and well.”

If it’s not been clear by the May 27th explosion, I’m deep into the Horizon Zero Dawn fandom and fanfic community (heyyyyy @sunsetofdoom). That’s what is currently taking up brain space and probably will until (and maybe after) we get a release date for HFW. That being said, I thrive on my FDTD writers ( @yossariandawn , @fortysevenswrites , @myletternevercame and many others) and while I’m not deep diving myself into the fandom, I love reading some Zutara fic (@gimmezutara, @zutaraweek). And of course, I can’t do this without tagging my girl @notahotlibrarian​ because she gives me such fic blue-balls by telling me about some AMAZING GENIUS SEXY HILARIOUS FIC she’s working on and then I don’t get to read it - HAND IT OVER YOU PUNK! 

The fic that haunts my waking dreams is a Aloy/Avad fic that borrows some fun troops from Zutara, specifically a certain ruler doing secret masked vigilante things while flirting shamelessly with a headstrong lady with a heart of gold. I’ve realized I need to rewrite much of the first few chapters, so when it ever gets posted, this section might not even be a part of it *shrug*

The Shrike tilted its hood, as if considering her. Aloy grinned. “Oh yeah, I know all about you, oh mystical deity. Whoever you are, as much as I hate to admit it, you’ve been just what the people need. Inspiring them. I wish I could do that.”

Watching her as she came back around the dead Glinthawk, the Shrike hovered in a crouch until Aloy sat down on the ground next to him.

She watched the wind catch and toss sand, braiding itself between thin branches and scrub. 

“Growing up as an outcast, I didn’t have a lot of friends.” She said. “And all training with Rost, I never really had a chance to want friends. So I kind of got into the habit of talking to myself, if only to hear another human’s voice after being out in the wilds for so long.” 

Aloy sighed and finally looked at the figure she was tasked with humanizing. It was watching her and had never stopped. 

“What I’m saying is, you not talking isn’t going to be a problem for me. They want me to bring you in but I think if the problem of the machines went away, they’d be less inclined to go after you.” 

A new sort of tension ran through the lines and edges of the body across from her. It was weary, concerned, analyzing if she was worthy of being trusted. Aloy swallowed and looked at the remaining bodies of the guards their peers had not yet carted back to Day’s Height.

“I want what you want.” Her heart tightened at the sight of so many lives lost. “I want to protect these people. Save them in any way I can. And, I’m not sure why, but I think you and I would be good partners. If you’ll have me.” 

Acutely aware the Shrike’s attention never turned from her, she looked back into the dark hood where she could almost make out the dark line of a jaw, the point of a chin. Curiosity would always get the better of her, but she could respect an adherence to and preference for anonymity. 

The Shrike leaned forward and took her wrist as it lay over her knee. Slowly, he exposed her palm up to the night air.

eey thanks!

✌️ - are there any gestures or touches that your character shares with a friend/team/loved one that are a type of code between them?

He gets way too much joy out of riling Quinn up without anyone else knowing that’s what he’s doing so absolutely. Also on a more practical level there’s generally a lot of unspoken communication between them, they’re both intuitive about subtle body language and it creates a general impression of airtight efficiency that comes in handy for intimidating people.

Also I really like the idea that he and Vette have some kind of dumb subtle sign language similar to RotS Anakin/Obi-wan specifically so they can continue to be snarky to each other in settings where it’s completely inappropriate or might endanger Vette.

🤙 - how does your character's relationship with touch change if they get tipsy or otherwise chemically unbalanced?

Honestly it doesn’t much, he’s aware that he’s both very dangerous and at least formerly held a lot of social/political power, and people aren’t necessarily going to feel like they can tell him to shove off if he’s making them uncomfortable. It’s deeply ingrained enough that being tipsy won’t really change anything. He also isn’t naturally a super touchy person, it’s just not primarily how he shows affection.

I mean, I want everything.

So funny enough it turns out that I reblogged this same ask meme over a year ago and was asked this exact thing, and @cinlat was asked it to. This was my reponse at the time:

Kadu would pine and pine, in silence and pain for his entire life if Jurr never showed a reaction to him. He has so many things conflicting with his attraction to her, being a Jedi and her dedicated healer for example. Then there is the issue of her memory and the position of trust he has been put into. He would never want her to feel like she was expected to return his feelings, or that he had someone manipulated her into them. No, if Jurr never showed an interest in him Kadu would pine for her his entire life.

Jurr on the other hand, well huge parts of her memory are lost on a fairly frequent basis and she has to save the important parts. Because there is only so much she can save, personal life stuff is often forgotten in favor of remembering what she needs to know for her occupation. This means that she would fall for Kadu over and over, never remembering that she had done it before, but never saying anything because she doesn’t expect anyone to ever want to deal with the mess that is her life. Even feels it wouldn’t be fair to ask someone to. So without him making the actual first move, Jurr would fall in love with him over and over, pining and moping over the relationship she doesn’t believe possible, until something happens to her memory and she starts the whole vicious cycle over.

So really…. both of them. These poor confused babies need one another, but it’s going to take them a while to figure that out.

I stand by this. Without something to open their eyes (or eye in Jurr’s case haha) they would pine forever. 

*wheeze* I imagined that and oh my gods the Fear that would be in my heart seeing that

I do think the only reason Rex was ABLE to fight the chip was that he had a suspicion of what was going on. Nobody else had any clue, but because of Fives, he had just enough of a thread to grasp onto that he could struggle it out.