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Imagine them wearing identical Locket Horcruxes.

Are there any magical/soul/ something implications for there being a literal duplicate of the exact same soul bit?

(I can imagine regular people time traveling soul duplication being handwaved as experiences shape us, so even if you're in your own timeline you're not exactly the same.)

But the locket Horcrux soul was literally frozen in the moment of its creation. And now there are two.

(Now there's extra of Tom's Soul floating around if it's even a quantifiable thing.

I think I was planning there to be two lockets in this one 🤔 It’s one of the reasons Tom believes that Harry time travelled - she clearly has the locket, but so does he, so she can’t have stolen it. And omg yes, them wearing matching lockets would be such a power move. It’s both a brand and a statement - we are Slytherin.

And yes, I’d probably have to do something about the implications of two of the same shard existing. Maybe something that slowly harms Harry - the locket horcrux of her time is slowly bleeding into the horcrux inside her, leaving the locket behind, because the shard needs the protection Harry’s soul provides. So eventually, it’d just be an empty locket and Harry would be walking around with and additional 12.5% of Riddle’s soul inside her (following the theory that each horcrux is a half of his remaining soul, of course).

Si happy to see a wip folder post from you! I just knew you had more fics hiding in the wings!

A couple of titles that grabbed my attention: Inferi Apocalypse, Time is out of Joint, Time Travel Soulmates. Most curious about Time is out of Joint, because I can broadly guess the concepts of the other two! Though I wouldn't mind getting some details...

Happy to give details! =3

Inferi Apocalypse! I was going to work on this for a fest, but it's so different that it's hard to get into the swing of writing it. Things go wrong in The Cave (HBP). When the potion spills into the subterranean lake, the inferi are altered. They become ravenous.. and infectious. Months later, Harry is on his own, his friends injured or left behind. When he crosses paths with the most likely of lone survivors, they must put aside their past to fight their way to safety.

Time Travel Soulmates needs a better title, but it's what it says on the tin - except that Tom travels forward to Harry's time. I have a lot of ideas for this one, but not a clear trajectory for the story.

Looking forward to it so much!

I haven’t posted any wip bits for a while, but now that I’m not actively posting the galidraan au, their frequency will probably pick up again.

I actually do have some passages already on the blog that are from the next fic, but you have to scroll down for a bit in either the #my writing tag or the #galidraan au tag to find them.

1. Hello! A while back I read a fic where Crowley discovers all of the clothes Aziraphale has kept from over the centuries, including his corset, and they go and get Zira fitted for a new one and he ends up buting two custom corsets—one inspired by Crowley’s snake form—and i cant recall the name of the fic but at one point zira says the corset feels like “ armor” and not restricting. does anyone know the name of this fic? Thank you! ~anon

2. I’m looking for a fix. Aziraphale and crowley started to have casual sex since the beginning and it eats at Crowley because he loves him, but figures he’ll be okay with this. surprise he’s not, and actually blows up at Aziraphale when aziraphale confesses his love and runs away to an Island and aziraphale finds him and takes him back to a hotel and they have a real conversation. In the end aziraphale kisses him and they make loves instead of just sex. It’s a long one if I remember correctly. ~anon

3. maybe I’m just being impatient lol with the days blending together but I think tumblr might have eaten my ask? I lost an amnesia fic I desperately want to reread. In it sometime in the 20th century both have their memories of each other taken away, and then everything sucks. Crowley gets into drug use, but keeps holding on to Azirphale’s cufflink he found under his bed. aziraphale tries to give away his worldly possessions. Crowley gets bindings to prevent him doing miracles. ~anon

4. Hello! I'm looking for two fics. One has demons being unable to fly, as their wings were crippled in the Fall. HOWEVER, Crowley can fly, even though it's pretty painful for him, as he imagines very hard that his wings are whole. And they look whole. I think he was flying over a lake or something? ~ @yulerule

5. So Im looking for a fic that took place right after the Bastille rescue. Aziraphale was trying to recreate a night he and Crowley slept together; Crowley had Aziraphale wipe his memories but A couldn’t bear to make himself forget.  So they make love and this time Aziraphale asks Crowley to wipe his memories, and C can’t bear to make himself forget.  That was the first chapter.  ~ @gleefully-macabre

If you know one of these fics, please use the number in your response!

Apologies for the delay on this! 

I think it’s a lot of things, to be honest. Firstly, the Jedi - maybe not all the Jedi, but many of the Jedi, at least - do seem to exhibit this kind of exuberance in the midst of war. It’s mentioned in the Clone Wars Gambit/Siege books, and I don’t think it’s a totally off-base suggestion. I mean, to fight like that, to achieve victory, to be in the midst of a life or death battle - the adrenaline alone must be intoxicating and then combine it with the fact that the Jedi are Force-sensitive - I can’t imagine how overwhelming that feeling would be. Sure, they are trained to suppress, to balance those impulses, especially in the middle of a battle, but I doubt they would be as effective as they are as soldiers and warriors without it. Perhaps the true meditation comes afterwards. It’s also why Palpatine’s plan was genius, because if you get an entire order whose mandate is peace and turn them towards bloody conflict, they will start to exhibit behaviors that are not entirely Jedi-like.

But I digress.

So let’s assume we take this as a basic premise for many of the Jedi. Now let’s add on the next layer. Specifically, Kenobi. This is a man who we know ruthlessly repressed his emotions, perhaps more so than the average Jedi. And Obi-wan has a lot of emotion, a lot of turmoil that is rarely expressed. He is reserved, refined, the perfect diplomat - completely in control.

Battle, however, is no place for diplomacy. And Obi-wan is known for being a ferocious, cunning fighter, who, when backed against a wall, will completely destroy you. (jar’kai Obi-wan, anybody? That is what this man is capable of.) So much of Obi-wan’s repressed emotion is released via his sardonic, caustic-to-the-point-of-burning-a-hole-through-the-floor humor, but there is still that standard of behavior - it’s a little like having a turning a hose on to full power but only letting a bit drip out because you’ve twisted the tube so it’s blocked. At some point, all that water, all the pressure is going to have to be released.

And what better theater for that than war, where it is acceptable (to a certain degree) to let loose, where the difference between life and death might lie in that expression of adrenaline, that yearn for battle. It must feel so good for Obi-wan to release like that, to chop up some droids. (You can’t tell me he doesn’t enjoy it. The lightsaber twirls. The smirks. The way he goads his enemies.) And still, aside from a few choice moments, he is still repressing himself, even in the middle of a droid army.

Enter Anakin. The polar opposite of Obi-wan. The man who wears his emotions on his tunic sleeves, who is so powerful, so in-tune with the Force that it’s almost overwhelming. I would argue that to a certain degree, Anakin can’t control himself, not pre-Vader, because it’s just all too much, too many emotions at once, too much to process, too much…everything. (And that his transition to Vader weakened him to the point where he could grab on to his still-ridiculous level of power, where he could control it. And a weakened Anakin Skywalker, child of the Force, with control over his abilities is far more terrifying in many ways than a full-powered Anakin Skywalker who just. can’t. quite. keep his grip.)

Why go for “OR” when you can use “AND”?  ;)

Sorry about the delay, corralling this into something doable was a bit of an effort. Even now there’s still an extra scene or two that don’t want to cooperate, so I decided to call it quits and share what I’ve got...

Anakin was five when he went mad.

(“You are not mad child. This is the will of the Force.”)

The voices of course disagree, but Ani knows that the only other people to hear invisible voices that nobody else can are the ones who've spent too long in the desert and ended up addled.

(“Ok, you may have point there... but trust me this is different!”)

When he brings up the issue to his Mom however she just laughs a little sadly and tells him that he's not mad - plenty of children have imaginary friends, and he should enjoy his time with them while he could.

(The voices fall silent, as they always do when she is near.)

Anakin isn't quite convinced. There's something in his heart that tells him something is… not wrong, but not right either. Still, his Mom is really smart so maybe he should talk to them anyway?

And so began his years long relationship with the ghosts in his head.

“You need to get those power converters checked quickly - if Watto ends up using one it’s going to blow up in his face and he’ll take it out on us.” advises the man who claims to be his older self.

Anakin looks from the part in his hand up to where only he can see the outline of a tall man lounging against the wall - the ghosts have become stronger over the years, capable of appearing outside his dreams. It would be nice if they could do more than talk at him though. He looks back at the converter. It looks fine. But then again Big Him hasn’t been wrong about this kind of thing before.

Anakin sighs. “Yeah, ok. At least there's only eight of…”

He cuts off mid word as both he and his other self turn to look beyond the door, where the dark shadows seem to coalesce into another large form.

Big Him glares venomously. “Oh. You’re back.”

The Dark Man seems continues to walk forward, unperturbed by the interruption. The faint echoing hiss of nonexistent machinery fills the back of Anakin’s mind as he nears.

One gloved hand reaches out as if to pick up the part in Anakin's fingers, only to pause as the figure remembers his incorporeal nature.

“You persist in this folly. Why? With my help you could be free of this all!”

“No.” Anakin says firmly, gathering his will and holding his chin high. “You hurt people. It’s not right.”

The black mask regards the boy impassively. “There is little that is right about this accursed planet. You could embrace your power, use it to do great things, and yet you allow this idiotic… JEDI to poison you with his weakness.”

“I am NOT weak!” snarls Big Him, fists clenching. “And it's not difficult to see that the Sith are EVIL!”

Anakin can feel the tension rising in the Force (another thing his ghosts had introduced him to) and steps between the shapes, forcing their attention on him.

“Hey, Big Me? Could you go check on Mom? She should be down at the market by now.”

His older self looks uncertain for a moment, the need to protect their mother battling with the urge to defend Anakin himself. “If you're sure.”

“I'll be fine.”

The apparition disappears, leaving behind only the menacing shadow.

For a moment neither of them speak..

“Why are you so mean? You're him right? The same way that he's me.”

“I am NOTHING like him. Anakin Skywalker was a weak fool.” the Dark Man rumbles.

“But we, you, ARE Anakin Skywalker!”

“No.” Rasps that deep deep voice “ I KILLED Anakin Skywalker.”

Anakin just looks at him sadly.

“And that's why I'm gonna keep saying no.”

*****

Obi-Wan Kenobi is not insane.

He knows this, feels the Force hum with certainty whenever he questions it, and yet he still has no better answer for the apparitions that haunt his waking mind.

“Believe me, if I had any answers for you I would give them. This situation makes no sense to me either.”

Obi-Wan holds back a sigh of resignation as he washes the last traces of mud out of his hair, long experience leaving him comfortable with his unseen company even within the privacy of his own quarters.  

Why him? Of all the beings in the universe for the Force to choose to experiment with temporal displacement, why did it have to be Obi-Wan Kenobi? He may be strong in the unifying Force, may have had the occasional Force vision, but surely there are more important individuals to bestow this on?

Still, no matter his confusion, there's no reason to take his frustration out on his other self.

“I know. I just wish… anyway thank you, for your advice back there. I dread to think what a fool I would have looked like if I’d gone ahead and greeted the High Chief as I’d intended.”

The bearded apparition winces a little ruefully. “It would not have been the most pleasant of experiences, no.”

Obi-Wan slings his towel over his shoulder and looks at the other him with a smile. “Then I appreciate your willingness to help me avoid it.” His mood dampens a little bit. “I think I’ve disappointed Master Qui-Gon on this mission without adding public humiliation to the mix.”

The ghost looks pained. “I understand completely. With the years of hindsight I would still argue that his response was a little unnecessary, I see his position. The desire to see one's Padawan grow and succeed is a Master's greatest pleasure, and I'm sure the harsh words were not intended as such.”

A dry chuckle emerges from the other corner of the room and Obi-Wan abruptly remembers that  there are in fact three presences inside his private quarters.

“Or perhaps he simply did not think. There comes a time when we must accept that even the most revered Masters are fallible, and can be wrong. You of all people should understand this General.”

The General ( for that is what he is clad in battered armour emblazoned with the symbol of the Order and Obi-Wan shudders to think of the circumstances under which Jedi would become soldiers) flinches as if hit by a physical blow before rebounding and locking his gaze upon entering their eldest iteration with keen intent.

“Perhaps. Of course if you wish to elucidate upon the subject I would be happy to listen, Ben.”

The older, sadder, Jedi Master raises one eyebrow, and silently regards his younger selves.

Ben does not talk often, and when he does it is full of regret and deep loneliness. His silence on the specifics of his past have led to considerable tension with the General - one day Obi-Wan will apparently have a Padawan, a Grand-Padawan even, and the General is desperate for information to prevent whatever tragedy will befall them.

(“No.” Ben says the first time the General pushes. “It will only cause you pain. Our young self is the only one of us with the opportunity to change his future right now. To act rashly is to risk losing what precious little hope remains.”)

Obi-Wan can kind of see both their points. He’s not sure he wants to know what horrors the future holds in store, but at the same time he is desperately curious about the people who will come to mean so much to him.

Still it doesn’t matter. Ben is immovable on this subject.

Realising the current conversation has reached an impasse, Obi-Wan attempts to defuse the simmering disquiet.

“It’s ok, what’s done is done. We need to focus on making sure the next time we’re in a situation like that we have alternatives.”

One heartbeat, two, and Ben’s face crinkles up into a genial smile.

“Ah yes. Have you considered the merits of converting some mission funds into small trade items for emergencies? Sewing a pouch into the band of our trousers would minimise the risk of it being lost, and we wouldn’t need to worry about transactions being traced.”

Obi-Wan takes the moment to finish dressing, mulling the idea over.

“ An interesting idea. Why did I never think of that?” muses the General, idly stroking his spectral beard, a keen glint in his eye.

Ben regards them both,eyes ever so sad. “You never needed to. Until we did.”

I got The Good Life by OneRepublic

Lyrics: Say oh, got this feeling that you can't fightLike this city is on fire tonightThis could really be a good lifeA good, good life

The stormtroopers dragged Obi-Wan into the posh sitting room. The lights were off and only the bright warm glow from outside lit the place. A large black sofa sat in front of large floor-to-ceiling windows, which is where the troopers placed Obi-Wan. Then they left. The Force suppressing cuffs still dug into his wrists. He sighed.

He was tired. He hadn’t gone down without a fight. His clothes, leather spacer ones, were torn and tattered. He would be sporting deep bruises in a few hours. Dried blood caked a few scrapes. His side burned where the stun bolt had hit him. He sighed and sank into the sofa. Then he heard the door open.