In Honor Of A Bunch Of Weirdly Aggressive Posts I've Seen This Past Week:

6, 13 and 18 (Dooku) for the fandom ask, please :D

6) Show us a bit of a WIP!

:D You get the Sifo + Dooku + Time Travel Piece that I'm "definitely" "not" "writing." Some Asajj + 20 year old Dooku team-up nobody asked for. Especially not Asajj. -

Asajj studied him again, more appraisingly this time. He did look disconcertingly familiar.

Did Dooku have an heir that she’d never heard about? She’d clocked the boy as younger, what with all his naivete and whining, but now that she really looked at him… Nineteen? Maybe twenty years old? The age lined up disconcertingly well with Dooku’s first days as Count. A hereditary title, after all, passed from father to son. The idea of Dooku reproducing was nauseating, of course, though it was at least a little funny to imagine the former Jedi’s face upon being informed that House Serenno required his “gift” to ensure the bloodline’s survival.

But no. Why would House Serenno surrender an heir to the Jedi? She didn’t need to see the long braid to recognize that this was clearly one of their Padawan Learners; he reeked of a sheltered Temple upbringing. She could practically smell the refectory milk on his breath.

“Why do you want to be the one to kill Count Dooku so badly, anyway?” she asked, instead.

“He killed my best friend!” His voice broke on the word best, but his fury streaked, vibrant as a comet in the Force.

Asajj almost choked on her laugh. It was so melodramatic. Cliche. Like a line from an overwrought holonovel, spinning out in predictable plot hooks before her eyes. This Jedi child was pathetic. She ought to get them into space and send him to look for Dooku out the airlock. It seemed like it would save her and the Jedi both a lot of trouble.

She thought of her sisters.

Vengeance. Thick and sweet and tangy, like spoiled cream clinging to her tongue. It belonged to her, but no less to the others whose lives Dooku had crushed out for no better reason than because he could. She was here to glut on the Count’s blood. Who was she to deny this hungry child his own right to the feast? Dooku made a big corpse. There was plenty for all.

“Do you know how to sit down and shut up?” Asajj turned briskly to the ship controls. They had already wasted too much time.

“Yes.” A lie. She could tell that without even looking at him.

“Yes, what?” She prompted, glancing back. Maybe she just wanted to hear him try to call her “my lady” in that ridiculous, overformal Coruscanti accent of his.

He swallowed audibly, clearly uncertain. He glanced again at the twin lightsabers at her waist and seemed to decide. “Yes, Master.”

Asajj couldn't help the small, startled laugh that broke from her chest. That hadn’t been what she was expecting. No one had ever called her that. She felt surprised at the strength of her own reaction. Perhaps this would actually be amusing. At least, for a little while.

“What is your name?”

“My name?”

Asajj rolled her eyes. “You have a name? Or should I just refer to you as ‘idiot’?”

She watched his hesitation, saw those big, guileless brown eyes drift and refocus. Black fucking stars, he lied artlessly, like a child.

“Sifo-Dyas. My name is Sifo-Dyas.”

13)What's a character or ship you haven't written/drawn yet but would like to some day?

I know I went backwards here writing the most unknown/unpopular character in the series with Sifo-Dyas to the most popular, but I'd really like to spend a little bit more time with Obi-Wan. He's got a large role in the next chapter of Twelves Months to Murder Count Dooku and I'm really excited. I really like the character. Kenobi changed something for me about him.

18) Type [charater]'s name and tell us what the autocomplete suggests as the next word

Lolol. "Dooku FOUGHT." "Dooku only" and "Dooku Nu" were other suggestions. Yeah, that really says it all. No notes, google.

Reasons why I like tumblr

1. None of my family is on here

What if Legolas was in Rivendell at the same time Thorin and his company were and just… decided to tag along for a bit bc hey, he was going in that direction (home) anyway, might as well have some company?

Just imagine

A dwarf: *comments about the elves’ vegetarianism after they’ve left rivendell*

Legolas: you do know they were fucking with you right? Elves are not vegetarian.

The dwarves: *suprise pikachu face*

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The company +bilbo+legolas: *getting chased by orcs Again*

Legolas: i though ya’ll said this was supposed to be a secret quest?!

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The group: *breaks into beorn’s house to hide*

Beorn: why are there dwarves in my hou- LEGOLAS WHY ARE YOU HERE?! I’M NOT HIDING YOU FROM YOUR SIBLINGS AGAIN!

Legolas: ✌️

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Gandalf: *leaves the group at the edge of mirkwood forest while speaking cryptically *

Legolas:

Legolas: i know you’re going to do something that’ll piss me off, i can feel it.

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Legolas, rolling up next to bilbo: so, thorin huh?

Bilbo: *chokes on his own spit*

Legolas: no, i get it. It’s the beard right?

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The dwarves: *get captured by the silvans*

Thranduil, to legolas after having interrogated thorin: i don’t suppose you’ll tell me what’s going on?

Legolas: nope

Thranduil: is this one of your whims again?

Legolas: mmmmaaaaybe

Thranduil: *sigh* nothing i do will change the situation, will it?

Legolas: given their head strong personalities, i highly doubt it.

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Bilbo: *gets the one ring*

Legolas: I pretended i do not see.

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Before the botfa

Thranduil: and you are sure you couldn’t have changed the outcome?

Legolas: knowing history and knowing how this world works, yeah, pretty fucking sure.

i actually never ever want AO3 to be censored bc nothing is more fun than reading the tags on a fic and going “huh. didn’t know there was a market for that.”

I am taking the bus in paris i hope im not gonna get attacked by the creatures!

i’m so glad earth only has one moon, if there were more i’d have to pick a favorite and that sounds too emotionally taxing to even fathom

They just don’t assassinate politicians like they used to anymore

“imagine caring so much about fiction” imagine being so lame that you scoff at the timeless human practice of falling in love with art and stories