Oops, I just realized it’s Tues and I didn’t post a prompt schedule

Well that tells you what my Monday was like lol

It’sFree Day Thursday this week tho

Fic Prompts: Final Fantasy Friday

(The worst uncle in Lucis, out causing trouble in Dissidia)

“Sothis is the young rascal who’s been giving you the runaround.”

Ardyn leaned down to prod Cloud’s cheek and almost lost a finger for his trouble. He laughed, high and merry, and crouched to meet his eyes.

“Oh, I like you!” Ardyn chuckled. “You look like you’re much more fun than this dour angel, hmm?”

Cloud glowered at them. “This is the world of Respite, Sephiroth. You can’t hurt me here.”

“Not physically, no,” Sephiroth answered blandly.

Ardyn stood up and offered Cloud a hand. “Come on then, young sirrah, up you come. Do tell me, why does this great turkey of a man fret all day about chasing you down?”

Cloud shrugged with a sullen look. “Wish I knew.”

Sephiroth arched a haughty brow. “He’s a failed clone of mine.”

Ardyn squinted at Sephiroth, then at Cloud. “Hm. I see what you mean. Really only got your eyes, didn’t he?”

“By clone he means extension,” Cloud snapped, “Just another walking avatar of Sephiroth.”

Ardyn considered this. Then he turned back to Sephiroth. “I don’t think you’ve quite got the idea of how cloning works, old boy,” he said.

Sephiroth looked, overall, nonplussed. “I’m not the one making clones. That would be Hojo.”

“Well this Jojo person, whoever they are, is a bit rubbish at their job, aren’t they?”

Let it never be said that Cloud Strife passed up an opportunity to needle Sephiroth. He scoffed. “Hojo is the reason Sephiroth exists. He’s either his old man, or just the weirdo who rewrote his mitochondrial DNA to be the child of a sentient plague.”

“Cloud-” Sephiroth’s placid front flickered for just a moment. But it didn’t intimidate Cloud the way it used to.

Ardyn counted out a few fingers as though trying to follow Cloud’s explanation. Then he curled his lips in distaste.

“Goodgods man! And I thought my family was messy!”

Fic Prompts: Star Wars Wednesday

ready for a throwback? I wrote this in 2017. Five years ago!! It was part of a small series of pictures and drabbles in which Obi-wan told Luke that he had a sister on their way to the Death Star, but never got the chance to warn them about their father.

“Leia? Leia! Wake up, dear one!”
Her eyes opened slowly. She was warm and comfortable, not eager to move. When the voice called again, she groaned and sat up. It would not occur to her until much later that she seemed to be no bigger than a five year old.

“Leia my darling, are you going to lie there all day?”
She was sitting in a sunny field, surrounded by flowers that only grew on Alderaan. Surprised, she stood up and looked around for the source of the voices. An achingly familiar laugh met her when she did, and she turned quickly.

“There you are, sleepyhead!” Bail Organa laughed and held his arms out. Without a second thought, Leia rushed to him and was swept up into a fond embrace. He still smelled like mountain air and pressed linens.

“I missed you, Papa!” Leia choked back a sob. Gentle hands patted her back and smoothed her hair, and Bail chuckled again.

“Dear oh dear, after being asleep in the field for only ten minutes? Well nevermind, dear heart, I’ve missed you too. Come on, let’s go find Mama, eh? She’s probably got the picnic all set up.”

The field seemed to swirl around them, grass and wildflowers blending like smoke until they reached a tree where two elegant women sat laughing on a blanket. As Bail approached, both Breha and the other woman reached up with loving smiles and cried, “My baby!”

Confused, Leia looked from Breha’s dark eyes and tanned skin to the stranger’s familiar gaze and strangely decorated face, painted white with crimson spots upon her cheeks. It occurred to her that her father had showed her this woman’s portrait once and told her at least one story about her.

“Mama,” she said, still wondering why she was a child again, “Do we have a guest?”

“Of course, my love!” Breha laughed and pulled her into her arms. “It can hardly be a Mother’s Festival picnic without both your mothers here.” She beamed at the woman, who returned her smile. “Without our dear friend Padme, we would not have had you at all!”

Dreams are funny things, and statements that would be immediately questioned in waking life are sometimes left to pass uncontested. Leia sat between Breha and the woman called Padme, who laughed and joked with her parents as though they were the oldest and dearest of friends. Perhaps they were.

“It is a shame that Luke can’t join us today,” Bail remarked, and Padme’s face darkened.

“Yes,” she said sadly, “I do wish he could remember my voice, or at least remember that I belonged to that voice.” She turned to Leia, who was awkwardly patting her hand in an attempt at comfort. “But you remember, don’t you, my wide awake baby?”

“That’s our girl, alright,” Breha nodded and brushed Leia’s hair out of her face. “Always watching.”

The air cooled suddenly, and the sky grew overcast. Bail, Breha, and Padme all looked up with concern on their faces.
“He’s coming,” Bail said sharply.

“Who’s coming?” Leia asked. “Papa, who’s coming?”

Breha took Leia’s face in her hands, and there seemed to be tears in her eyes. “My love, you must be very very brave. Your father is coming.”

Confused, Leia pointed at Bail. “He’s right there.”

Padme laughed, but there was a catch in that laugh almost like a sob. “Yes he is, you clever girl, Bail is absolutely your Papa. But you’ve got two mammas and two papas and the other one is looking for you and your-” she stopped short and looked up.

Shadow swirled around them, making it hard to see anything. The field and the tree melted away, and a great wind tore at them.
“Leia!” Bail flew back, out of sight. Breha’s hand was torn from her grasp as she too melted into the darkness, and Padme seemed simply to fade, like a ghost.
She was alone in the midst of the storm.

“Mama! Papa!” Leia called out frantically, then, “Mother?”
The shadows twisted around to surround her in a massive set of claws, like some huge beast. She was lifted up to face burning eyes while some rhythmic whooshing of air nearly drowned out everything.

“There you are, little angel,” the shadows said, and drew her close, into an inky blackness.

Leia sat bolt upright, gasping for air. Her hands grasped blankets, not shadow, and she was surrounded by walls and a high window that only barely screened out Coruscant’s flickering lights.

Leia sat up straighter and pulled one of the blankets up around her shoulders, shivering. The dream was already fading, but there was something horribly familiar about the sound of the wind when the shadow being had appeared.

“Leia?”

She looked up to see Luke standing hesitantly in the doorway that connected their rooms. He looked afraid to intrude, but he shuffled forward a step.

“Nightmares?” Luke asked gingerly. When Leia hesitated, then nodded, he made a wry face. “Me too.”

Leia gazed at her brother – still adjusting to the fact that she even had a brother, given that Luke had only found out when they were on the way to the Death Star to rescue her, and it had only been three months since then – and waved him over.
“C'mere,” she whispered. “Want to talk about it?”

Luke climbed up onto the bed, sinking a little into the softness of the comforter, and sat with one knee pulled to his chest, a soft frown on his face.
“I dreamed I was flying,” he said.

“I was in a two-man fighter, piloting with my- with our father, though I couldn’t see his face.”
It had taken some awkward tries and a few stiff arguments, but they’d finally worked out that “My father” or “My parents” meant the Organas, and “our father” or “our parents” referred to the Skywalkers, and so Leia didn’t have to guess who Luke meant.

“Yeah?” Leia asked encouragingly, even as she tried to push her hair back into place.

“We were flying over a green world with a lot of lakes. I don’t know what it was, offhand. I’m still learning. But it felt familiar. I asked m- our father where we were, where we were going, and he said "It’s time to go home, son. We have to get your sister now.” But his voice wasn’t the same as it had been earlier.“
Luke picked at a loose thread on the sleeve of his sleep tunic and wrinkled his brow.

"I started to get scared, I don’t know why, and started to get out of the co-pilots seat. He grabbed my shoulder and it felt like a ten pound weight holding me down.” Luke swallowed hard. “He…he said, "There is no use in running, Luke, I’ve already found you. We are going to find your sister and we are going to go home.” Only he wasn’t Anakin Skywalker anymore. He’d…“

Luke was silent for several seconds. Leia waited patiently, but her gut was twisting, wondering what horrible thing she was so certain would come out of his mouth next.

"He’d turned into…into Darth Vader.” Luke shuddered and dropped his forehead to his knees. “I don’t know what that means, if it means anything.”

Leia held up the corner of her blanket and Luke needed no second invitation. They huddled together, staring at nothing for a while, and Leia quietly described her own dream.

“Padme,” Luke repeated wonderingly. “Do you think that was really our mother’s name?”

“I have no idea,” Leia confessed, “It could’ve been something I heard years ago and forgot. I think it’s part of Senator Amidala’s name, actually.” Something seemed to tug at her mind, trying to pull up the dream-woman’s face in her memories, as she said this. “Either way, it works well enough for a temporary name until we find out who she really was, right?”
Leia worked up a smile and laced her fingers through her brother’s.

“Yeah…” Luke murmured. For a moment, he seemed lost in thought. Then he turned to look at Leia. “I think we’re not safe here,” he said hesitantly, as if unsure of himself.

“So do I,” Leia confessed without meaning to. She shivered, remembering the shadow in her dream.
There you are, little angel

What had the Padme woman said about the shadows? Something about their father. The shadows and Vader in Luke’s dream were putting together a picture she couldn’t see yet, something just out of focus.
Neither she nor Luke felt they would like the answer.

“Maybe it means that the more we search for the truth about Anakin Skywalker and the Jedi, the more Darth Vader will be hunting us?” Luke suggested suddenly, but it was a halfhearted suggestion.

Leia kicked off the blankets and pulled on boots under her nightgown.
“Maybe,” she shrugged. “Come on, if we go out the window in your room, there’s a ledge just wide enough to walk on. We’ll just have to go to the rendezvous point early, that’s all.”

“I’ll get my stuff,” Luke whispered and slipped back to his room to get dressed.
It wouldn’t be the first time a sudden bad feeling had driven them out of a hiding place.

As the twins carefully climbed out of the window, Luke gripped his sister’s hand tightly and couldn’t help wondering about his dream. He still felt the weight on his shoulder, the sense of being watched. He raised his head and, for no reason he could think of, found himself staring directly at a row of windows in a skyscraper just opposite them. The hair on the back of his neck stood up and he squeezed Leia’s fingers.

“We need to move, now,” he gulped. “Someone’s watching us.”

Behind the windows, an ominous figure shifted, watching the young fugitives easing around the corner. They wouldn’t get far. He knew Coruscant better than they did. The trick would be capturing them without anyone recognizing the pair. The little princess had made too much of a name for herself and the little pilot was shaping up to follow in his sister’s footsteps.
Or perhaps more their father’s footsteps, he thought to himself, and behind his grotesque mask, he smiled.

This Week’s Prompt Schedule:

Wednesday: Wars Wednesday

Friday: Final Fantasy Friday

Fic Prompts: Free Day Thursday

Demolition Trio au continuing from last time to skip forward to closer to the end of the second game.

Lighthouse, this is Jak, do you read me?“

There had been no warning tone from the receiver, and it was nowhere near the appointed time for a report. The small radio crackled in the center of the table Damas used for council meetings, drawing stares ranging from curious to wary.

"That ain’t Sig,” Kleiver said in a hushed voice, “How’d the squirt get this channel?”

Damas kept his face still and reached for the receiver.

“This is the Lighthouse. Go ahead, Jak.”

“Is Mar with you?”

Damas tensed. The boy sounded like he was worried, but trying to hide it.

“He’s in the tower. Why?”

On the other end, Jak exhaled softly.

“We were set up. Kor’s a metalhead – he’s the metalhead. Baron’s dead, and Krewe let the metalheads into the city.”

Priya, one of the veteran warriors in the council, cursed creatively. “Metalheads can disguise themselves as humans?!”

It was a terrible thought. They would have to heighten security. But if the leader of the metalheads could infiltrate the Haven resistance for years with no one the wiser, how would the Spargans know if they’dbeen compromised?

“Good work, Jak,” Damas said evenly. Panic would do no good now. Especially not as king. “That is valuable information. I will keep Mar with me, if you are concerned about him. Where is Sig?”

There was a moment of silence, and a heaviness fell over the council even before Jak’s solemn voice answered.

“Sig’s…Sig’s gone.”

Damas had guessed the words were coming, but he felt them each like a blow regardless. He leaned back into his chair and closed his eyes.

Oh Sig…I hope it was on your terms, old friend.

Kleiver slammed a fist into the table. “What happened, ankle biter?” he demanded, “Sig’s one o’ our best! You expect me to believe Havencoulda offed the likes of him?”

“It wasn’t a guard,” Jak hissed, “It was a $%@! Metalpede. Knocked him straight off the bridge. I…”

His voice dropped in volume and became harder to hear.

“I didn’t want to leave him. I wanted to at least find him. But I have to finish what he started.”

Tarmac, another veteran warrior, rubbed his forehead and sighed. “Sounds like you did exactly what you were supposed to do, kid. Not that it helps, I guess. What mission were you on?”

Everyone stiffened when Jak said, all too calmly, “We were ready to breach the Nest.”

Damas’s eyes snapped open and he snatched the receiver from the table. “You what?!”

“I have the Precursor Stone. I have Mar’s Cannon. I can blow the whole front of the hive off once and for all. If…if anyone wants to come join the party, Daxter and I wouldn’t mind a little company. If you’d rather earn some gems, Haven could sure use the help.”

Jak grew quiet again for an uncomfortable length of time. The council could barely hear him whispering to the orange one, Daxter. It sounded like they were disagreeing about something. Then Jak returned, sounding ominously solemn.

“Lighthouse, I’m finishing Sig’s mission. I’ll have boots on Misty Island in two hours at most. If I don’t- If- if I-”

The boy breathed in deeply and let it out slowly.

“…Damas. If I don’t walk out of this, tell Mar his…his big brother loved him. Like, a lot. And thanks. For, I guess for giving us a home. Jak out.”

“Jak-!” Damas gripped the receiver so tightly the plastic groaned under the pressure. “Do notenter that nest without backup, that is an order!”

He stood quickly and snatched up his staff. “Mobilize the advance scouts. I want a unit ready to move out before the top of the hour. All healers will need to be on standby.”

As he spoke, he marched toward the door. When silence followed, he spun on his heel to glare at the council.

“Well?!”

Priya set her wrinkled jaw. “Aye, lordship! And what about possible infiltrators?”

Damas’s jaw worked in silence for a moment. “Until we have confirmation of infiltration, we will continue as normal. If there aremetalheads among us, we cannot afford to rouse their suspicions.”

“And the kid?” Kleiver asked boldly.

“Do not concern yourself with my sons,” Damas answered flatly, surprising them, “I’ll see to it that Mar is protected before we depart.”

radioactivepeasant:

This Week’s Prompt Schedule:

Thursday: Beach Dad au short

Change in plans:

Turns out I have to be at a conference all day Thursday

I will put something up later in the day, but it will be Demolition Trio au, not Beach Dad au

radioactivepeasant:

Fic Prompts: Star Wars Wednesday

(This is in the same universe as my vampire au, but takes place on the other side of the Dune Sea, some twenty years after Luke first came to Castle Bast)

Ser Tano was methodical about her preparation to take on The Governor. She polished her twin blades with the same devotion and focus she had been taught as a child. It was both soothing and bittersweet, knowing how few people there were left across the sea that studied the Life Force of All Magics. Her foster family, the knights that had raised her after raiders decimated her home, would never see her teaching their ways to another generation.

If the captain could bear to part with that new generation, anyway.

Ahsoka sheathed her swords and sighed. The silver blades were ready. The hawthorn stakes had been sharpened. She had talismans and warding runes. Best to rest while she had the chance.

Ahsoka ducked the low doorway to the cabin of the Razorcrest. The ship’s captain, the Mandalorian Din Djarin, glanced up at her as she entered. He barely nodded his polished helmet in greeting, then returned to carefully pouring hot tea into a tiny cup for The Changeling, Grogu. A spicy smell drifted over the table to Ahsoka. Ginger?

With a half smile, the former Jedi took a seat on the other side of the table. “….what is that?”

Din shrugged and stretched to lift a tightly sealed jar. “Ginger. It settles his stomach. Trust me, you don’t want to sail without it.”

That sounded wise. When Ser Plo Koon had brought Ahsoka across the sea to the Order for the first time, she had been horribly seasick. And Grogu was even younger, in a sense, than she had been.

“No, I know it’s ginger,” Ahsoka clarified, “But where did you get the fresh water?”

The Mandalorian motioned vaguely over his shoulder. “Oh, from the flask you left in the galley. That’s smart, carrying clean water with you. You never know what’s safe to drink out here.”

From her flask?

The one with her satchel in the galley?

Ser Tano breathed in sharply. “….you….you brewed tea…with my holy water?”

There was a very awkward silence, and then Din cleared his throat. “…..should I…not…have…?”

Grogu lifted his tiny cup and slurped loudly.

This Week’s Prompt Schedule:

Thursday: Beach Dad au short

write-it-motherfuckers:

Person A: “….I would have done anything for you, you know? I would have given you everything I am, if only you had asked.”

Person B: “Please(Person A), just give me a chance, I’m sure we can sti-”

Person A: “No, you lost that right when you decided your pridemeant more to you, than my life.”