Ao3 Turns 15 Today

Lily of the valley 💕🧚🌱✨

Trying to prove a point to my transphobic parents

Reblog if trans men are REAL, VALID AND HANDSOME MEN, NO MATTER HOW THEY CHOOSE TO PASS

Reblog if trans women are REAL, VALID, AND BEAUTIFUL WOMEN, NO MATTER HOW THEY CHOOSE TO PASS

And finally, because it's a part of my argument for this point, and also because they are,

Reblog if nonbinary and genderqueer people in general, are REAL, VALID, AND GORGEOUS PEOPLE, NO MATTER HOW THEY PASS

Scorbus

Okay, confession time... I am a guilty Scorbus shipper. Now, I think it’s safe to say that everyone who has read the Curse Child can agree the Scorpious Malfoy is a cinnamon roll who deserves better, and you have to be blind to not see that Albus Potter and Scorpious Malfoy are made for each other. 💚💚💚

The minute Rose ditched Albus on their first ride on the Hogwarts Express, I did not like her. Before the Cursed Child came out, I shipped Scorose because, even though we didn't know anything about they personalities, I thought it would be a hilarious situation in where Ron finds out his daughter is dating a Malfoy. But after Rose acts like a total b\€~# to both her cousin and his best friend *cough*boyfriend*cough* my liking for her was immediately turned off. 🌹👎

Albus and Scorpious however, stick together though thick and thin and their loyalty and love for each other never diminishes. And that’s why I ship Scorbus to the moon and beyond.

We are all Jedi

Consider this:

It is barely a few months into the war. The Jedi know they have been manuevered into leading a child slave army, of course they know. But knowing and being able to do anything substantial about it are two different things. Then an idea sparks. 

No one is quite sure how or who. Perhaps it started as a way to let the Younglings help with the war effort, they all want to help so badly.  Perhaps it started as a complaint from an exhausted Council member.  Perhaps from the Crechlings who found out that Anakin Skywlaker had never been in the creche and insisted that he sleep there one night when he was on leave from deployment (after all, all Jedi need to sleep in the creche at least once) and he came out of that night so much more settled. Perhaps it grew, organic, the way such madness does.  

The Idea: they would induct the clones as members of the Jedi Order. It could not become official until the war ends, they would have to be honorary members until they were allowed to update their roles, but they could have a ceremony.  It is decided that the Initiates and younglings would design the ceremony, which ended up including a night spent in the creche.  The younglings insisted that this ceremony had to be done in smaller groups, so it could be special, so it took nearly a year to induct all of the clones (the first group being the Coruscant guard). And it is entirely possible that Fox and the CG accidentally, and without realizing it, found a way to shield certain information from Palpatine. After all there is a Rodian younlinging in the Creche who’s first words was ‘Fox’.  Whom he may visit every other tenday, because she loved to cuddle him and all of the creche masters told him that he was her favorite. 

From the point of the first ceremony there were always a few platoons worth of clones in the creche with the younglings.  Clone Cadets were given access to, and encouraged to take, the remote classes setup for the initiates and padawans. Padawan commanders now had study groups of their own troops where they could discuss philosophy and ethics and that one essay (Everyone has that One Essay). 

It should have been such a small thing, such an insignificant thing, at first many of the the Master wept for the fact that they could not even make it official. Could not free the troops, could not push back against the senate. Could not even tell anyone that the Clones are part of the Order, rather than just belonging to it.  But…But, every trooper got experience sleeping under a pile of younglings. Had the pleasure of being fought over, not because they were made for war, but because this one colored the best or that one could do fancy braids. They could wander in and out of the Temple like any other Jedi. And there would always be Pong Krells in the world, but it was so much harder to see someone as disposable or less than when you run into them at 3am in the archives, trying to finish an essay you remember struggling with as a child.

Some things change and others do not. 

Then Order 66…The Jedi are traitors. 

Only…

The Clones are also Jedi, they slept in the creche and everything. And we could go the sad route: Madness and suicide and even more genocide. But we could also go the other way. 

If the Clones are Jedi and the Jedi are traitors then the Clones must be traitors as well. And Good Soldiers follow Orders but they are not Good Soldiers.  They are Traitors. There are a number of clones that have a minor freak out because they ‘don’t know how to be a traitor!!!!’ but then someone goes, ‘we can ask our Generals/ Commanders/ our Creche masters, they’ll tell us’. 

There is still a good couple of hours of utter confusion for everyone involved as the Jedi try to work out why the troopers thought they were all traitors.  In the creche it was universally decided to hand any trooper that comes through the door a youngling to hold as it seemed to calm everyone down. In the Archives, a dozen archivists conspire to give the troopers, many of whom are shaking and confused, something easy and fun to research (the resulting papers would later be cited as the foremost authority in a hundred different topics). Two battalions that had been fighting droids at the time of Order 66 accidentally enter into a cease fire when they inform the droids that they are traitors to the Republic and the droid can’t figure out if they are supposed to keep shooting or not (the clones don’t know either) (the Jedi generals are just glad for the respite). 

And the Coruscant guard has possibly been waiting for this moment their entire lives. Each member of the ‘Guard has a list of senators, aides, and assorted others that they would kill given even a sliver of a chance. Immediately upon the news that they are traitors, Fox has them armed and storming the Rotunda.  Most of them expect to die, and want to take a few of those bastards out before they go. 

Fox himself, feeling more cheerful than he had in some time, meets up with Padme Amidala in a Senate hallway. He nods his head to her respectfully ‘ma’am’, as if she hadn’t just seen him shoot a particularly odious senator's aide. 

Padme is cautious and very pregnant, but she is one of the few people who the troopers are trying not to hit. “Commander Fox? What’s going on?”

“Oh, the Chancellor declared us traitors.”

And Padme, heavily pregnant, looks around at the panicking being rushing through the halls, the troopers stalking through somehow radiating a menacing glee, “So your first action is…this”

Fox nods agreeably, still far too cheerful, “Have to be sentient to be traitors. If we’re sentient, then we’re being abused and assaulted, and all those other words where a sentient is being hurt by other. Can’t blame us for taking a piece out of our abusers.”

And Padme feels like she should be able to argue with this but really can’t find the words. Fox, on the basis that she is one of maybe one hundred non clones in the Senate building who is not on any of the ‘Guards kill list, decides that she should be escorted to the Jedi temple with it’s healers. She is very pregnant, all this stress could not be good for her,  and the Temple has better medical facilities. Fox manages to round up one of his medics and three troopers whose lists were small enough that they have exacted their revenge already. They are to escort Padme to the temple, along with any of the other ‘Not to Kill’ beings that they might come across.  

Anakin starts to storm past, but realizes that Padme is there. He is half fallen to the dark, dazed and looks a bit like corpse. Fox decides that he also needs to be escorted to healers, and makes a joke that Anakin should ‘help’ escort Padme, to make sure this stress isn’t going to hurt her. Anakin, being dazed and more suggestible than is truly healthy (also oblivious about many many things), takes him seriously.  They are sent on their way to the temple, where the healers look at Anakin and Padme, promptly getting both of them into a bed.

A few troopers, chasing a senators aide, find Master Windu in the lower levels and bring him to the temple (they may want revenge but they are Jedi first and Windu is one of theirs).

Sidious, who was on nearly every kill list, is powerful. There is no doubt about that.  He can easily stop up to twenty blaster shots, plus three slugs, at once. However there are 150 Couruscant Guard, including Fox and Stone, who are able to claim the privilege of shooting him. Twenty five of those with slug throwers. 

He died without ever finding out what went wrong with his plan.

Polycule but it’s just two people in a romantic relationship with each other and their third who’s pretty obviously aroace but also somehow so deeply intertwined in their lives that it’d just be wrong to not count them as involved. Is this anything.

Yuri On Ice!! AU

figure skating up-and-comer Cody, discouraged after an untimely accident in training spooked him right before the Grand Prix, returns to his home town of Kamino after graduating from college to consider his next steps surrounded by family

his younger brother, former-high-school-hockey-player-now-local-ice-rink-owner Rex, has never fully understand his dreams of growing up to be on the same level as figure-skating wunderkind Obi-Wan Kenobi, but has always done his best to support Cody's choices

Cody decides to thank Rex by putting on a performance for him, imitating a recent short program from his idol (rumored to be one of his last, given his suggestion that he's courting burnout and considering retirement from competitive skating in a few recent interviews), which their little sister Omega sneakily records and posts to the rinks youtube channel

Cody is Mortified at the prospect of others seeing his work after his disgraceful last public performance, but the video is immediately a huge hit

it's so popular that even Obi-Wan Kenobi himself sees it, and immediately decides to drop everything and fly out to Kamino to coach Cody himself, veritably throwing himself at the younger skater at every opportunity

Cody is, of course, flustered by the sudden attention from his long-time crush and professional role model, but is determined to prove his worth as a student...

...only for Obi-Wan's former junior rink mate Anakin to show up and start making demands of Obi-Wan's time and attention

and that fires up Cody's competitive side: he's ready to throw his all into his skating with Obi-Wan at his side!

Cody starts mentoring Anakin too on the side, fully committed to a partnership in this endeavor! if Anakin wants Obi-Wan's attention, he's getting Cody's too!

Anakin goes back to Coruscant pretty quickly after that

(Sound on.) We’re all doomed.

Shadowhunters meet Demigods Part 2

This is part 2 to my fanfic/headcannon series on what I think would happen if the Nephilim and Demigods meet. While the last installment was a bunch of headcannons, this one is gonna be a full on fanfic, so here we go... Clary screamed and squeezed her mother’s hand as another contraction hit her. Clary was currently in labor for her and Jace’s first child, and everyone couldn’t be happier. Well, everyone assumed that it was Jace’s child, since Jace and Clary have been such a loyal couple one would assume that this was his child she was giving life to, right? At this point, not even Clary herself is sure. Something about this child felt different, granted this was her first baby, but still, something wasn’t sitting right with her. Clary hissed as the biggest contraction yet came. ‘You’re doing great’ spoke the voice of the Silent Brother who had come to deliver her baby ‘just one more push’ “Hear that, Clary dear,” said her mother, Jocelyn “ you and Jace will be parents soon enough.” Clary sighed. She was so grateful for her mother’s presence during this ordeal, especially since Jace had fainted five minutes in, yes apparently the great Jace Herondale, Nephilim golden boy who can slay demons with one swing of a sword, fainted after five minutes of his girlfriend being in labor. She was definitely going to tease him with that later down the line. With one final push, Clary heard the sweet, first cry of her baby. ‘It’s a girl’ the Silent Brother spoke in the mind. Her mother made a joyous squeal as the Silent Brother wrapped the newborn up and placed her in Clary’s arms. Clary felt tears of joy threatening to burst out of her. She had never felt this type of protectiveness over someone. Now she understood why the own mother hid her away from the Shadowhunters all those years ago. “I’ll tell everyone that the baby’s here,” her mother said, happy as can be. After her mother left the room, the Silent Brother spoke again ‘There is something different about this child. It is truly something I have never seen before.’ “Could it be dangerous?” Clary asked quietly, suddenly worried. ‘Not all different things are bad. You are very different, Clarissa Fairchild, and yet you are a hero, do not fret to much, but keep an eye on your daughter as she grows.’ Before Clary could say anything else, Jace burst into to the room, followed quickly by Simon, her parabatai and oldest friend, Simon’s fiancé and Clary’s good friend, Isabelle, Izzy’s Brother and Jace’s parabatai, Alec, and finally Alec’s fiancé and two kids, Magnus, who practically watched Clary grow up, and Rafe and Max, who were all excited to meet their new cousin. Jace was immediately by Clary’s side, eyes shifting between her and the child, like he couldn’t decide who to look at more. “Clary, by the angel, Clary, my love,” eyes swelling up with tears, Jace begins kissing Clary’s forehead, “she’s beautiful Clary, just like you, I can already tell, she’s going to be just like you” “I actually agree with Jace on this one,” Simon said, leaning towards Clary and her baby, “she already looks like a tiny copy of you.” Clary laughed, but had to agree with him, her baby already had tufts of red hair on her little head and a spray of freckles on her face, she still hadn’t opened her eyes yet, but Clary wouldn’t be surprised if she found them green. “Congratulations, Biscuit,” Magnus said warmly, looking down at the tiny bundle in her arms, “you did well.” “Thank you, Magnus.” “Have you guys decided on a name yet?” Izzy said with excited energy. Clary and Jace had in fact discussed names, and they had settled on a pretty good one for their baby girl. “Charlotte” the couple had decided on the name with a little help from their warlock friends, Magnus and Tessa, “Charlotte Jocelyn Frairchild.” “Fairchild?” Alec exclaimed puzzled “Not Herondale?” Jace chuckled to himself, “ Since little Charlotte was born out of wedlock, me and Clary agreed that she would take Clary’s maiden name, as a compromise.” The others nodded, accepting the name, and Charlotte, into their lives and hearts. Neither the Silent Brother nor Clary was wrong, little Charlotte Fairchild was different than most Shadowhunter children her age, something was off with her. No she did not have demon eyes. No she did not seem to be switch with a sickly child. But something was different about her. She loves being around water but is for some reason never wet, she could be taking a bath and be bone dry. And one morning Clary and Jace found a dead snake in her crib with her once. Clary had freaked out, but Jace was sure that little Charlotte was fine. But the thing that puzzled Clary the most about Charlotte was her eyes. They were green, just as Clary had predicted, but not the same shade as her own or Jocelyn’s. They were green, but slightly off from Clary’s own. Jace didn’t mind, or maybe he just didn’t see it. But Clary saw it, and she was starting to mind, mind that Charlotte might not be Jace’s daughter, mind that baby Charlotte was something other than Nephilim. Clary looked over at her daughter, wide awake in the basket, staring up at her with her big green eyes. Green eyes, the color of the sea. That’s it for part 2, I’ll continue this in part 3.

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