Projects and Bunnies

Feb. 10th, 2026 08:09 pm
senmut: Scarlett with crossbow in air, face on (G I Joe: Scarlett)
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~ [community profile] 10trueloves - 5/10 written

~ 3SF - 15 fills in 14 fandoms, still checking daily for new prompts

Random Plot Bunnies in Progress

~ Ahsoka the Daughter whispering guidance through time in Anakin's head. Starting in AotC TPM. Includes: Okay no wonder some said I was just like you (her reaction to the reckless deal in TPM) / Hey Skykid, what's a guy with all the power thinking to make a point of having time for you? (Comics of the Padawan years) / Oh kriff he's so young (first meeting of Anakin and Rex) / I am SO shiny (Ahsoka arriving) - CURRENTLY AT 623 WORDS

~ Fulcrum and Rex time travel to before Anakin runs to Mace. - NEEDS CANON REVIEW



Potential Bunnies Pending Further Bouncing

~ Rachel and Joe meet with BOTH finally aware
~ Drizzt's fallout/Vierna's reactions in the Divining Destiny universe
~ The Broken/Wrong AniSoka from 3SF as a proper fic



Finished

~ Fulcrum accidentally pulls Anakin to Malachor in That Fight. - READY TO POST

GenPrompt Bingo: Teenagers

Feb. 10th, 2026 07:37 pm
senmut: Fulcrum in background of TCW Captain Rex in Armor (Star Wars: Fulcrum and Jaig Eyes)
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AO3 Link | Overheard (400 words) by Merfilly
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Star Wars: Rebels
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Hera Syndulla, Ahsoka Tano, CT-7567 | Rex
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Community: genprompt_bingo
Summary:

As Hera settles in with Chopper, she hears words she needed.



See the AO3 Link for the fic this tags onto.

Scrappy Youngling: Overheard

Chopper had proven able to mostly work with Arseven, once they got back to the real ship that Fulcrum usually worked from. The sound of the two droids razzing each other became quite common, but Hera knew Chopper loved having another droid to talk to.

So did Arseven, who was one of those that had never been memory wiped.

Hera knew both of her new friends were veterans of the war, and it sometimes worried her because she'd seen the holonet. She knew what the soldiers had done… and if Fulcrum had been at Ryloth, that meant Fulcrum was one of the Jedi.

"He's safe," Fulcrum said, after Leverage had headed to the back of the ship to help the droids with maintenance.

"Did you read my mind?"

"No, your lekku language is not that far from mine." Fulcrum smiled. "Leverage saved me, when things happened. Now, we help others resist the Empire, and steal our men back as we can, because it wasn't their choice."

"How can someone do that without choosing it?" Hera asked.

"By using a chip to control them." Fulcrum stood to go lend a hand, and indicated the instrument display. "Keep an eye on the board, and call back if something changes badly.

"You need to get used to it all if you're going to be our pilot."

Hera's eyes went very large, as she realized Fulcrum meant those words. "I'm going to be the best pilot I can be!"

"I have faith in that, my young friend."





"You know she's Syndulla's biter," Leverage was saying, and Hera froze where she was, rather than get any closer.

"And? I didn't set out to recruit her; she made her own choices. He's never going to look off of Ryloth for his efforts. I don't have to worry about offending him."

Hera's heart hammered to hear Fulcrum say what she felt, and that the woman knew!

"Alright, 'Soka. You will do what you think is best. Still think she's young to make this kind of choice. It's not like when we were younger."

"No, it's worse. And we need strong-willed young minds willing to pick up the fight, keep it strong. I believe in her, and will teach her all I can."

Hera felt the belief and promise in those words. She very carefully took herself back to the cockpit, and vowed to never let Fulcrum down.

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Back in August of 2025, we announced a temporary block on account creation for users under the age of 18 from the state of Tennessee, due to the court in Netchoice's challenge to the law (which we're a part of!) refusing to prevent the law from being enforced while the lawsuit plays out. Today, I am sad to announce that we've had to add South Carolina to that list. When creating an account, you will now be asked if you're a resident of Tennessee or South Carolina. If you are, and your birthdate shows you're under 18, you won't be able to create an account.

We're very sorry to have to do this, and especially on such short notice. The reason for it: on Friday, South Carolina governor Henry McMaster signed the South Carolina Age-Appropriate Design Code Act into law, with an effective date of immediately. The law is so incredibly poorly written it took us several days to even figure out what the hell South Carolina wants us to do and whether or not we're covered by it. We're still not entirely 100% sure about the former, but in regards to the latter, we're pretty sure the fact we use Google Analytics on some site pages (for OS/platform/browser capability analysis) means we will be covered by the law. Thankfully, the law does not mandate a specific form of age verification, unlike many of the other state laws we're fighting, so we're likewise pretty sure that just stopping people under 18 from creating an account will be enough to comply without performing intrusive and privacy-invasive third-party age verification. We think. Maybe. (It's a really, really badly written law. I don't know whether they intended to write it in a way that means officers of the company can potentially be sentenced to jail time for violating it, but that's certainly one possible way to read it.)

Netchoice filed their lawsuit against SC over the law as I was working on making this change and writing this news post -- so recently it's not even showing up in RECAP yet for me to link y'all to! -- but here's the complaint as filed in the lawsuit, Netchoice v Wilson. Please note that I didn't even have to write the declaration yet (although I will be): we are cited in the complaint itself with a link to our August news post as evidence of why these laws burden small websites and create legal uncertainty that causes a chilling effect on speech. \o/

In fact, that's the victory: in December, the judge ruled in favor of Netchoice in Netchoice v Murrill, the lawsuit over Louisiana's age-verification law Act 456, finding (once again) that requiring age verification to access social media is unconstitutional. Judge deGravelles' ruling was not simply a preliminary injunction: this was a final, dispositive ruling stating clearly and unambiguously "Louisiana Revised Statutes §§51:1751–1754 violate the First Amendment of the U.S. Constitution, as incorporated by the Fourteenth Amendment of the U.S. Constitution", as well as awarding Netchoice their costs and attorney's fees for bringing the lawsuit. We didn't provide a declaration in that one, because Act 456, may it rot in hell, had a total registered user threshold we don't meet. That didn't stop Netchoice's lawyers from pointing out that we were forced to block service to Mississippi and restrict registration in Tennessee (pointing, again, to that news post), and Judge deGravelles found our example so compelling that we are cited twice in his ruling, thus marking the first time we've helped to get one of these laws enjoined or overturned just by existing. I think that's a new career high point for me.

I need to find an afternoon to sit down and write an update for [site community profile] dw_advocacy highlighting everything that's going on (and what stage the lawsuits are in), because folks who know there's Some Shenanigans afoot in their state keep asking us whether we're going to have to put any restrictions on their states. I'll repeat my promise to you all: we will fight every state attempt to impose mandatory age verification and deanonymization on our users as hard as we possibly can, and we will keep actions like this to the clear cases where there's no doubt that we have to take action in order to prevent liability.

In cases like SC, where the law takes immediate effect, or like TN and MS, where the district court declines to issue a temporary injunction or the district court issues a temporary injunction and the appellate court overturns it, we may need to take some steps to limit our potential liability: when that happens, we'll tell you what we're doing as fast as we possibly can. (Sometimes it takes a little while for us to figure out the exact implications of a newly passed law or run the risk assessment on a law that the courts declined to enjoin. Netchoice's lawyers are excellent, but they're Netchoice's lawyers, not ours: we have to figure out our obligations ourselves. I am so very thankful that even though we are poor in money, we are very rich in friends, and we have a wide range of people we can go to for help.)

In cases where Netchoice filed the lawsuit before the law's effective date, there's a pending motion for a preliminary injunction, the court hasn't ruled on the motion yet, and we're specifically named in the motion for preliminary injunction as a Netchoice member the law would apply to, we generally evaluate that the risk is low enough we can wait and see what the judge decides. (Right now, for instance, that's Netchoice v Jones, formerly Netchoice v Miyares, mentioned in our December news post: the judge has not yet ruled on the motion for preliminary injunction.) If the judge grants the injunction, we won't need to do anything, because the state will be prevented from enforcing the law. If the judge doesn't grant the injunction, we'll figure out what we need to do then, and we'll let you know as soon as we know.

I know it's frustrating for people to not know what's going to happen! Believe me, it's just as frustrating for us: you would not believe how much of my time is taken up by tracking all of this. I keep trying to find time to update [site community profile] dw_advocacy so people know the status of all the various lawsuits (and what actions we've taken in response), but every time I think I might have a second, something else happens like this SC law and I have to scramble to figure out what we need to do. We will continue to update [site community profile] dw_news whenever we do have to take an action that restricts any of our users, though, as soon as something happens that may make us have to take an action, and we will give you as much warning as we possibly can. It is absolutely ridiculous that we still have to have this fight, but we're going to keep fighting it for as long as we have to and as hard as we need to.

I look forward to the day we can lift the restrictions on Mississippi, Tennessee, and now South Carolina, and I apologize again to our users (and to the people who temporarily aren't able to become our users) from those states.

Mod Post: Off-Topic Tuesday

Feb. 10th, 2026 09:39 am
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In the comments to these weekly posts (and only these posts), it's your chance to go as off topic as you like.

Talk about non-comics stuff, thread derail, and just generally chat among yourselves.

The intent of these posts is to chat and have some fun and, sure, vent a little as required. Reasoned debate is fine, as always, but if you have to ask if something is going over the line, think carefully before posting please.

Normal board rules about conduct and behaviour still apply, of course.

It's been suggested that, if discussing spoilers for recent media events, it might be advisable to consider using the rot13 method to prevent other members seeing spoilers in passing.

The world situation is the world situation. If you're following the news, you know it as much as I do, if you're not, then there are better sources than scans_daily. But please, no doomscrolling, for your own sake.

The Winter Olympics are underway in Italy.

Alongside the usual magnificent achievements, there was also controversy caused by Gus Kenworthy, a British skiier, though one who was raised in America and had competed for the USA in the past, leaving a less than subtle message about his about American current affairs. Aside from everything else, I admire his calligraphy in a challenging medium.

The Superbowl happened, but being neither American nor a sportsperson, I can't get worked up about the game and can only point you to the half time show with Bad Bunny (Which annoyed all the right people, especially when you read the disaster which was the "alternate" half time show with Kid Rock), and the movie trailers)

The Madalorian and Grogu got one which was more... vibes than anything else, though the voiceover did seem like it was about to recommend some sort of old fashioned farm product, possibly cheese or cured meats.

Supergirl featured an adorable cameo by everyone's favourite superdog as a puppy. As an aside DC are also sponsoring puppies for training as guide and service dogs, always a worthy cause IMHO, and the first puppies are appropriately named: Krypto, Clark, Kara, Lois and umm... Lobo?

"Star Trek: Starfleet Academy" told a story about what did, or did not, happen to Benjamin Sisko, in a sort of love letter to DS9 as SAM the photonic life form tried to find out more. The pacing and some of the story choices felt weird to me, even whilst acknowledging I am probably not a target demographic anymore. However, for a couple of the surprises we got, I'll forgive it a lot.

And in slightly on topic news, Jay and Miles of the long running XplaintheXmen podcast have announced the series will end at some point during this coming year. They will cover the Grant Morrison as their finale. As a longtime fan and commentator there, I will miss them, but am glad they are going out on their own terms, and on a run I've been looking forward to them covering (though I will miss them covering the Chuck Austen run, which I suspect would have been... entertaining)

Also, for those who are interested, they have provided some basic resources for those looking to get more involved in local activism (directly, or supporting) in their most recent post.

And adding in Sir Ian McKellen's magnificent recitation of lines attributed to Shakespeare from "Sir Thomas More", on the subject of the treatment of immigrants, which shows that some things never change.

New Chapter (new title)

Feb. 9th, 2026 03:44 pm
senmut: Drizzt and Guen in front of a faded image of Malice (Forgotten Realms: Drizzt and Guen and Ma)
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AO3 Link | Divining Destiny (7067 words) by Merfilly
Chapters: 2/2
Fandom: Forgotten Realms, The Legend of Drizzt Series - R. A. Salvatore
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Major Character Death
Characters: Vierna Do'Urden, Zaknafein Do'Urden, Drizzt Do'Urden, Ensemble
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Canon Typical Violence, Fratricide, Murder, flashfic, Cross-Posted from Archive Of Our Own (AO3), Time Travel
Summary:

Thwarted in escaping with the two males she cares for at Graduation, Vierna sets her goals differently.

Only, Drizzt sets things in motion the wrong way.



Divining Destiny: Testing Them

The Dark Maiden was unsurprised by the newcomer being wary. She hated that She knew he did not draw blades solely because She was female. Winning his trust would be difficult, especially as She could not perceive his spirit, only his material self. Her Twin's words came back to Her, and She realized that She was going to need to involve someone of the greater pantheon.

"Peace, young one," she said softly. "I will provide you with teaching, words that can aid your future. In exchange, I ask only that you harm none while you remain in my realm. There is food to find; one of my servitors will show you.

"In time, you will go to people more like yourself, so that you may live free."

"I will hold you to that," the young man said, utterly fearless in his demeanor, spine straight and jaw firm. There was something so sincere in his bearing and words that Eilistraee felt a moment of wonder, for a male out of Her Mother's city that could be so forthright.

"Please do." She smiled, then gestured for a cath shee to come from the nearby trees. The faerie cat sized up the male, then looked at Her expectantly. "Young one, may I know your name? This is Szann, and he will be your guide to food and water, as well as places to rest as you explore when I am away."

"Szann," the male said, eyes locking on the cath shee… and Eilistraee felt the contact extend deeply, giving the male a better awareness of the mood and mindset of the faerie cat.

What was this?! She almost could not wait to visit the others, and have one come help Her puzzle out the oddities.

"I am Drizzt Do'Urden, secondboy of the Eighth House of Menzoberranzan… may I never see that place again. Though I wish my sister luck in her goals to change what she can." He paused, then tipped his head in Her direction a bit. "I have no name for you."

No name? She felt a moment of temper that Her Mother had erased her so firmly in that city. "Eilistraee."

She did not tack on any of her titles or honoraries, not wanting to overawe this drow male that had met Her so unprepared.

"Then, if I may have leave to explore with Szann?"

"You may indeed."





She had not wanted to go straight to Her Father. The young man was traumatized enough by being from that city, but when She had gone, Corellon had been the first one She saw.

"Mother is manipulating things again," She said with a heavy sigh when He asked Her why She had come.

Corellon frowned. "Explain."

"I have a young man — boy by elven standards — in My realm, brought to Me in a deal with My Twin. No, hold Your peace! The boy cannot be perceived on a spiritual level by My Brother or Myself. Yet he was able to make a wild connection with one of the cath shee. And … he is good. I cannot fully verify that, but his actions so far in My realm are those of one of My Dancers."

"Show him to Me, Daughter," Corellon invited, using a warmer tone than usual — which meant He was already plotting and scheming, She supposed. However, the boy could be observed without his awareness, She thought.





Observing Drizzt Do'Urden in a wild space proved harder than either deity would have thought possible. Eventually Eilistraee resorted to touching Szann's mind… and they found that the young man had absconded into the taller trees to explore, keeping the cath shee quite amused.

"I believe he is proving to be unusual in more ways than one," She said to Her Father.

"Curiosity is… not a trait I associate with Your people, for mere exploration."

"He could be looking for a more defensible situation, but Szann thinks he is just enjoying the freedom," Eilistraee said, before smiling at watching Drizzt leap across a gap and land so sure-footed on a branch in a new tree. "I think he is meant to be one of Mine."

"Then I will need to determine what hex Your Mother has placed," Corellon agreed, having been impressed at the landing. He had some elves less at home in the trees.

His focus, though, proved to be too much, as Drizzt peered all around and spotted the pair. The swiftness with which he shifted his position to a more defensible one made Eilistraee mutter a curse in the direction of Her Mother for all the lies, and she moved forward openly.

"Drizzt. Do not be afraid of the Elf with Me," she called. "He is here to determine what curse the Spider has laid upon you."

"He's not here to claim vengeance?" The young drow dropped to the ground, so he could face the accounting on his own two feet, it seemed to Her.

"Vengeance?" she asked.

"For the faerie I failed to save when I tried to protect the child."

"I promise He will do no such… but perhaps you can tell us all, so that we can find and aid the child?" Eilistraee entreated.

Drizzt hesitated, but he looked at Corellon, and the impossibly tall Faerie had actually conjured a chair to sit in, with two others awaiting them.

"If it can help the child… I will."





That Drizzt doubted the deal made went without saying. Corellon (who was apparently a Faerie god, and so was Eilistraee, except She was a drow…) had removed some form of evil magic from him, in exchange for making certain the faerie child both lived and healed from her trauma.

If — and this was the part Drizzt doubted so much — Corellon could show Drizzt the child was well and safe by the time Drizzt mastered the elven language, Drizzt would be required to perform one small task for Corellon.

Eilistraee had side-eyed Her father at the deal, but agreed to make certain Drizzt learned all he could while Corellon actually involved Himself in elven matters to find the child.





Corellon had not walked the Material Plane in a long while, but He was piqued by the drow's refusal to see Him — or His Daughter — as a being of honor. The sheer skepticism had been palpable, and for once Corellon was willing to rise to the bait. He could have just canvassed the others of His pantheon, to find the child swiftly, but instead He took His Sun Elf guise, a bit taller than most, and maybe a little too perfectly beautiful.

The imagery from the drow's mind — once Drizzt had consented to the looking as Eilistraee had made the point of giving the young man choice in all things — had depicted these woods. Where, exactly, was the question, but it had not even been a full change of seasons since the raid, apparently.

Tracking from dryad to dryad led Him to the ones that mourned, for not enough of the village had remained to stay in the tree homes above. Corellon let them show Him where nature was reclaiming the battle site, extending his will to sanctify the clearing, pushing away the brutally chaotic evil of the deeds done here. He made note of just where the village had been… and called upon a unicorn to take Him to the ally He wished for this task.





Eilistraee had duties to all of Her followers, but She carved time for Drizzt daily, by the way She counted Her days. Mostly, they had language lessons, but this time She'd come to find the young man overwhelmed by realizing he'd been safe for a full change of the moon's face in this endless night.

"Instead of words, would you prefer to dance with weapons, to work it out?" She offered, hand flicking to the pair of swords he carried, despite the peace of this realm.

"None of the ones who share my time carry blades," he said with a sigh.

She had to laugh softly, before She called Her Moonsword to Her hand. "I meant with Myself, Drizzt."

He eyed the sword, a longer blade than either of his, and then met Her eyes fearlessly.

"If I may have the joy of a spar, I think it would suit my body and mind more, yes," he told Her.

She found Herself hoping he never lost that even approach to dealing with gods, as Her sense of destiny said he would be near them often. She moved toward the center of the clearing, working Her way toward capping Her ability and speed to that which a mortal could contend with.

From the first pass to test one another, She almost wondered if that had been a mistake. Drizzt moved as if the swords were a true part of him, without malice, only love of the skill itself. Eilistraee found Herself eagerly matching to him, pleasure suffusing from Her to Her followers in the other planes, as Drizzt reminded Her of joy.





Elin watched the 'elf' warily, working on placing just what about the tall man was twigging his nerves. Merenth gave a snort, stamping a foot for Elin to pay more attention to the currying.

"Sorry, my friend," he told the stud, half-grinning for their long partnership letting Merenth know him so well. He focused again, but then Merenth made a noise, ears flicking as he sidled a bit, and Elin looked up to find the stranger right there, evidently seeking him.

It wasn't dragon presence that was setting the man apart on Elin's senses, but something else, something dangerous and somehow familiar.

"Peace, Aerasumé," the man said. "You may call me Laran."

Oh well that was the height of arrogance to match the full-blooded sun elf, to just use 'liege' as a name, Elin considered.

Wait… was that otherworldliness that he was feeling?

"And why do you speak to a rounded-ear?" Elin asked with all the diplomacy of a boar.

Yes, as he focused it felt something like when Mother was possessed by the silver-fire, but — older. More dangerous.

Which of the Seldarine was slumming on the Material Plane, and how bad was this about to get?

"You ride a pegasus, and might have heard whispers from other riders here, about a village that ceased to be. I wish to learn where the survivors went, as one of them was very young, and has… potential to solving a small matter."

Elin frowned. "Not fond of putting destiny on a child's shoulders."

"No, I just need to make certain she is well, has been succored from the pain of her losses, and that she will thrive." Laran shrugged a bit. "It matters to a fighter that has the skills I wish to use, and those are the conditions of our deal."

Right, Elin needed to manage this in such a way that he never, ever got tangled in a proper 'deal' with whichever Named One this was.

"I'll go talk to the ones I know, ask Merenth here to spread the word. Give me… ten days?"

Laran frowned, and Elin wondered just what the hell was happening among the Seldarine that ten days might be too much.

"Try for six," Laran said. "But if you are not back here by that, I will return again on the tenth day."

"Agreed," Elin said, wanting away from this Named One, up in the air, and far from whatever fighter had gotten embroiled in a god's plan.





The einheriar that had been Drizzt's teacher this day, a drow that had died selflessly to save others in Her service, fell in step with the Dark Maiden as She walked along a stream reflecting the moon and stars so clearly in its slow-moving surface.

"The mortal is meant for the wilds," Mesrah told Her, certain of it. "He has managed to learn the way every animal, every bird moves. He takes to the trees like a wild elf. He asks for names of the most subtle variations of plants, wishes to know what use they have as food or medicine.

"The cath shee are all enamored of him now, through Szann. And his Astral Companion only nods knowingly to us, as if she knew this all along."

Eilistraee considered that. What passed as rangers in the Underdark were mostly spider-warped, and as dangerous to the wilds there as the dark rangers above could be in mastering the lands to serve their base desires.

"I have moon elf worshippers who are rangers, but they call on My kin among the Seldarine, rather than Me, for those gifts." She smiled. "Of course, he may never come to see Me as worth bothering with outside of lessons and spars. So fiercely independent, and leaning toward the agnostic way of life."

Mesrah shook his head. "I do not know about that. His drive for all things good — we've had talks that have convinced me his soul is that of a protector — will bring him to take up Your goals, Lady."

"Perhaps. If I, and more, My Father, meet his standards," She said with a laugh.





It was the sixth day, but it was not Elin who met Laran in the village. Elin's elder brother, Andy, was waiting there for the sun elf.

"My brother found the child. She was in need of healing, of the mind and soul, so he took her to our elven mother."

Laran let an eyebrow rise at that bold, almost defiant proclamation, tasting the truth in the words, and sensing this Aerasumé was just as wary as the younger one had been.

"Then my business with your brother is complete," Laran said formally, relinquishing the deal struck here as finished. Andy didn't truly relax, but his shoulders came down somewhat. Laran nodded once, and walked back out into the woods, aware Andy was watching.

Laran smiled to Himself, before disappearing in the next true sunbeam that was lancing between trees. He could check with Sehanine, see what prayers had been answered, and gather the proof He needed for the young drow. All the while, He remained amused that the Aerasumé band were as they were, but then… Corellon's chosen people had forged a crucible around those born between the races.





Drizzt felt a prickle of different magic and pulled away from trying to catch a fish, turning in time to see the faerie god appearing, the endless night giving way to an embodiment of the sun, before Corellon reined His presence in.

"Have you mastered the language?" Corellon asked without preamble, in His chosen people's words.

"Can make needs known. Not best yet," Drizzt said, jaw tipped up as he waded out of the stream to put his boots back on.

"I have found the child. She is being aided as we speak, in the care of a priestess with strong healing. And she has acquired a protective half-human who wishes to see her grow strong."

"Half-human?"

"Half-elf," Corellon clarified. "Now, by the deal made, you owe Me a single favor." He gestured and the tools the drow would need shimmered into view. A proper mithral shirt, a pair of surface-forged scimitars, a pack, and a protective cloak were in the pile of gear, with clothing of surface elven styles and new boots in the pack, alongside food. Potions, elixirs, and an aid kit also were inside the pack, just in case. "Your belongings have survived in this place, but you must now give them up, and take those of the surface.

"As I would as no one, even a drow, to face battle without the proper tools."

"While battle is often a small thing for me," Drizzt said, not arrogantly but certain of his skill, "how can I trust the battle is a just one?"

Corellon threw His head back and laughed. "You cannot, can you? I know you would have been learning of surface species, and know that orcs tend to follow ways not so dissimilar to the drow below. Yet, how can you trust what you have been told, when your entire life's education was founded in lies as well?"

Drizzt considered those words, appraising Corellon with all of his being, and moved towards the gear, inspecting it.

"Tell me of the battle you mean, and let me have a fuller picture," he invited, as the feel of those sword hilts tingled with magic, much as the cloak and armor shirt did. "And, with this gear, am I further making myself indebted to You or Her?"

"My Daughter feels that you will be a force of protection within the realms," Corellon said, actually bringing His tone to a less bombastic note. "I am curious to see what shape that takes, Drizzt Daermon N'a'shezbaernon." At the use of the ancient name for his House, Drizzt's attention jerked back to Corellon, away from the tantalizing blades and armor. "Save My Lorekeeper from the band of orcs that mean to ambush him, and I make no further claim on you.

"What comes to lie between you and My Daughter is none of My business."

Drizzt considered, curious, but his hands itched to raise the weapons in a just cause. "What is a Lorekeeper? The words imply someone who holds knowledge."

"That he does. And teaches it to those who wish to learn. As well as holding alliances among various elven peoples, leading in time of war, and generally being My voice among the people without being a cleric.

"This one in particular has led capably for centuries, still seeks new knowledge, and is a stabilizing force. If that curse which was upon you is the first blow in a new war of our people, I wish him to remain in the lands of the living, to be available to rally the elves swiftly."

"You are certain the orcs will attempt to ambush him?"

"It's as if the deed is already done," Corellon said sincerely.

"Then… I will change, and bundle this gear for Eilistraee to send to one of Her enclaves she speaks of."

"A good plan."





Agreeing to a battle, even knowing the enemy were going to be laying an ambush, had not prepared Drizzt for the sheer level of what it would take. He'd been placed on the surface, among trees, at night, but there was no moon in the sky with its reassuring pale glow. On the one hand, he thought Guen could probably find these supposed orcs; she was a better tracker than he was. On the other, though, if that took too long, he would not have her for the fight itself.

If it was to be an ambush, maybe he could find the elf in question first?

That thought was discarded swiftly. Faerie hated drow, feared them, much as drow hated and feared the faerie. He almost wished he had invited Szann to come hunt with him, but if anything happened to the faerie cat, Drizzt would be beside himself.

Thinking of Szann, however, was the tip to thinking his way through this. He settled in place in one of the trees, and turned his hearing outward. Mesrah had said that Drizzt's ability to learn from the animals in their posturing was a unique gift, and also said that in the wilds, listening to the noise around him — or the silence — could well help him protect others.

Was that section of the woods quieter than the rest?

Possibly.

For lack of any better clues, Drizzt began running the limbs of the trees, jumping form one to the next, until he reached the place where the trees were not rustling with the predator and prey of the night. He knew the moment he crossed some magical line before his ears told him that no sound was audible at all. He shimmied down cautiously, finding an orc encampment, and set to studying them from his concealment.

The warriors were fierce, shoving each other with irritable tempers over the smallest things. He took in the differences in garb and weapons, saw the signs of the direction they had come from… and which two were probably the most important. They were set apart, and of course not close together, but if that was how they marched, then he could take one, while Guen went for the other.

Now… sighting along the trail and turning the opposite way, Drizzt went back to exploring, trying to find out where the Lorekeeper was.





Thirteen elves in relatively light armor and carrying weapons of the hunt versus a full orc warband.

No wonder Corellon had been certain of the intent. Drizzt felt the skin itch he associated with his own people when he was near the orcs, but nothing like that near the elven hunters. Knowing where both parties were, how fast they were moving, meant he could plan for where the two groups would most likely encounter one another.

He had no intention of letting the orc band get to the pinch point that would let them pick off the elves from favorable ground. While he might only be a fighter, he was smart, and he knew that the biggest advantage the orcs had was their magical silence.

He would have to break that for the elves to survive, and then be certain not to be seen in the chaos after, at least not by the elves. After all, they were faerie, and he was a drow by birth, if not by nature. Or, at least, not like the majority he'd known so far.

The woods were full of materials to use, to rig simple traps ahead of the orc band, designed to slow them… and make the magic around them shatter. Drizzt was grinning as he readied for this, pleased to be able to use his mind as much as he would need his skills after with the fighting.





Andy scratched his head, even as he took stock of the rest of their Hunt. Father seemed to have that well in hand, so he gestured, and his three brothers joined him in the investigation of the orc dead. Not an elf among them was without a minor injury, but… they had not accounted for the bulk of the fallen orcs.

"Very sharp blades," Elin said, pointing out the mortal wounds on a pair of orcs that had fallen against one another.

"Claw and bite wounds, something of a dire size," Ghael called from one he was inspecting.

"I think the shaman may have been first killed by your dire," Dol said, well back in the bodies now, pointing. He shaded his eyes, and then trotted forward a little. "Blades to the chieftain, though, multiple cuts before the one that killed him — an evisceration."

"I told you I saw a cloaked figure leaving the battle," Elin said firmly. "But not a dire."

"Druid and ranger pair?" Andy surmised. "Doesn't answer how this band got so deep into the High Forest."

"No, that's the magic reeking on the shaman and the chieftain alike," Dol said, jogging back to his brother. "Much as I hate to do it, we need Dove and maybe Aunt Syluné to come investigate before we bury everything."

"Agreed. Go ahead and fill them in, while I go see what Dad means to do," Andy said, but he scanned the tree-line, hoping to catch a glimpse of their saviors. If they had already been in the defile along the brook… Andy shuddered, putting it far from his mind. Dad was fine, so were his brothers, and the other elders.





Eilistraee glared at Her Father, while Mesrah was using the moment to teach Drizzt about more self-aid.

"You used a time spell on him, you put him against ridiculously dangerous odds, all for what?"

"Any fighter who can give You pleasure by sparring at such a young age was up to the task of disrupting them," Corellon soothed. "I knew that. I also banked on him doing exactly as he did, acting in a way that warned My Lorekeeper.

"Now, if Your Mother is planning a new foray against Us, We will have a capable leader. As none of the sons can rally so many as he can. And Your new ranger came through with but minor injuries… I suppose I should have told him to drink the potions…"

Despite Herself and Her anger, Eilistraee had to laugh at that. "He comes from a place where salves are more common, and they have always caused him pain. Yes, You should have explained those."

"Keep him here while Time sorts itself off, Daughter. I do admit, I find Myself curious what else he will do once You set him loose upon the Material Realm."

Eilistraee looked over to see Szann being petted, Drizzt listening raptly to Mesrah. "As do I."

Transformers (2023) #28

Feb. 9th, 2026 06:03 pm
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All the cool characters and interesting plots of the decades-long Transformers mythos exist for one reason alone.

And boy, does this issue succeed on that level. A Dan Mora design certainly doesn't hurt. Me want!

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Ultimate Death's Head

Feb. 9th, 2026 05:46 pm
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How does a freelance peacekeeping agent function in a post-future world without an economy? Well...

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The Extremists lose no time taking control of Earth’s nuclear arsenals and suspending them over the world like 10,000 giant swords of Damocles. Or like SUPERMAN IV in reverse. )
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Title: Identity Revealed
Fandoms: Supergirl (TV series)
Pairings: Kara/Maxwell
Rating: PG
Warnings/Spoilers: Alternate Universe. Pre-Season 1. Established Relationship. Gun violence.
Summary: Set in an alternate universe where pre-Season 1 Kara Danvers & Maxwell Lord had started dating. She hasn't told him about her powers yet.
Notes: Written for [community profile] 100fandoms prompt hope, [community profile] 100ships prompt coral, and DC Rarepair Week for Day 1 prompt Identity Reveal. This is for everyone that reads my Kara/Maxwell soulmate AU first words spoken (can open a heart). Also yes, I picked the guards names to honor the Arrowverse actors. ;) Otherwise they were just gonna be nameless.
[...100fandoms Table...] [...100ships Table...]

Identity Revealed..........
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AO3 Link | Long Distance Force Calls (842 words) by Merfilly
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Star Wars: Rebels
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Darth Vader & Ahsoka Tano
Characters: Darth Vader, Ahsoka Tano
Additional Tags: Telepathy, Force Bond
Summary:

They never severed the bond...



Long Distance Force Calls

The first time her meditations took her deep enough that the lock slipped from the training bond, Ahsoka almost metaphorically ran away and slammed the gate shut. She was still on the run, still trying to figure out where she could belong that would make a difference, and there was this swirling storm of rage and pain.

Before she could, he took notice of her, and for a moment, she felt him push the anger away to hold on to her as something of his own.

~You left me.~ The accusation burned blue-white in her mind, as the anger rose higher than the possessive love.

~I would be dead if I hadn't and you know it,~ she shot back, but there was a piece of her that did feel the guilt of the galaxy burning down because of her choice.

~I could have protected you!~

~Really, Skyguy?~ She deliberately let him see as she stood looking over the markers made for the 332nd.

It was him that closed her out … after she tasted his own sense of failure to those that had trusted them both.





She had not been meditating that deeply when she knew that he was touching her mind. The whirls of anger were almost steadying, given how enraged she'd been by the Alliance ignoring her advice. They would not do so again — but too many had paid the price.

She locked that, all of her other activities, deep inside, protecting them behind shields he could not penetrate. That the anger was tied so deeply to pain, unending pain, was a moment's curiosity before she acknowledged him in her mind.

~Snooping on me, Skyguy?~

~Your irreverence only grows,~ and the voice was far more resonant, deeper, carrying a darker flare than ever, but she thought there was something desperate in how it sounded.

~Did they all die?~

She hissed in a breath, needing to protect those few men she knew to be free of the Empire, the ones safe from the nightmare… and grieving for all those she had not been able to save.

~If, Apprentice, you should find others, they still age.~

Her hesitation to tell him made those words come across as cold as space, and yet, even as he left her alone in her mind, she noted he had told her the important part. Somewhere, deep inside the man that had become her worst nightmare, he still cared about the men. And she would see what she could do to fix it, another testament of who they had been, when they had been together, protecting the men.





She was injured, almost to the point of needing trance to hold it at bay until her operatives made the pick up.

She didn't want to risk being that vulnerable, even as she reached for the fury-laced-with-pain that smoldered in the corner of her psyche.

~You are hurt.~

The surprise, followed by almost overwhelming anger directed at whatever had harmed her was almost touching, but Ahsoka had to keep that away from her heart. She brought her irreverence to her own defense.

~You are always in pain, Skyguy. Surprised your handler didn't get that fixed.~

That was better, a sharp spike in the anger, the deeper presence of darkness — it helped her maintain the illusion that they could never be anything but enemies now, even as neither of them severed their bond.

~There was not much of me to heal,~ being the next honest thought set Ahsoka back on her proverbial heels.

~Ultimate power, with access to a master cloning world, and he couldn't get you body parts cloned? Organs? Whatever it is that you need to not be… like this? Skyguy, your contract with this guy is worse than mucking eopi stalls.~

She didn't expect him to hold onto the link after that.

~Perhaps. But there is no alternative.~

Those words, contemplative, almost calm, sent a chill down Ahsoka's spine, but before she could think her way to a witty comeback, he locked her out again.





~There have been a number of times I thought you were a figment of my imagination.~

That calm entry into her mind, backdropped against the abyss of ever-present pain, set Ahsoka on edge. They'd been entirely too close in physical space this day.

~I wish I had words to convince you that we could make a better reality than what we have.~

She kept it to a surface emotion of wishfulness, holding back every other emotion that had surged in her soul during the near encounter.

~Wishes have never been a good plan of attack, Apprentice.~

She closed her eyes, gave him her regrets for the past, and locked him out of her mind, shoring up her shields against the man she missed, that still existed in a monster that had destroyed everything resembling peace.





Here they were, face to face…

…and even all the moments of the years apart that had led to words and emotions shared, they both knew.

Today, what they had been would either be destroyed forever —

— or reforged.

Crossed #8

Feb. 8th, 2026 07:00 am
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"The only comments that have ever bothered me were the ones from people who assumed we were just trying to be gratuitous without any deeper purpose. The very nature of the comic medium requires a lot of investment on the part of the reader and I can understand how some readers might not look deeper than the surface but that certainly doesn't mean there isn't a lot under there." -- Jacen Burrows

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AO3 Link | Hunting Gone Wrong (1144 words) by Merfilly
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars [2008] - All Media Types, Star Wars Original Trilogy
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Suicide/Suicidal Ideation
Characters: CC-1119 | Appo, Original Female Character(s)
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Suicidal Thoughts, Child Murder
Summary:

Appo is on a death world, hunting, but maybe he was the prey... and the wrong one at that.



Hunting Gone Wrong

They were being hunted, picked off one by one on this death world. Appo wasn't certain what he'd done to anger his Lord, but being sent to hunt a Force User had seemed easy enough on the data pad.

The reality was proving brutally different, and he was down to just two members of the original six that had followed him here to capture the rogue Force User for Lord Vader. Nor could he just comm for back up; the Exactor was pursuing the rag tag Rebels that had been in the system when they dropped.

Appo pulled up a map of the world, narrowing in on the fissure-laden landscape of this island. The Force User had taken out the other drop ship while they were in atmo before ditching from the ship and letting it crash. A small part of him decided it was rather fitting that they were all marooned, and Appo's chances of a pick up were a lot better than the Force User's.





TK-1138 let the world kill him, spooking at a noise and falling into one of the hissing fissures. Appo looked at the last surviving man of his squadron and ground his teeth inside his helmet. They might only be fleshborn, but he'd spent time fine-tuning the training that CC-2224 sent them out with.

They had to be the best to be 501st, after all. That had never stopped being true, from the before-times to now.

"Stay here, get the communication unit pieced together. Fleet should be back any time now."

"Yes sir."

Was the trooper relieved? Hoping Appo was the next victim? It didn't matter. Appo had to catch this karking —

The pain in his head came back, as that slip into his first language usually sparked it.

It was bad enough he held tight to his name.





He'd forgotten what it was like to hunt by himself. Even in his plastoid, it was easier to move and hide and track than when he was half-focused on keeping a squad alive.

He thought he was closing in on the Force User. He was fairly certain they were even injured. All he had to do was clear this climb, and he'd be close enough to be sure. Just a little more to climb —

— and a noise drew his eyes up, to see a face with white marks on bronze skin, blue and white marks on the horns and headtails alike, but eyes like his own staring holes into his soul.





The Jedi were traitors, manipulating the whole war, killing his brothers to cling to their power. The Chancellor said so, and he was their Supreme Commander. The General believed it. Appo followed orders, led the men up the stairs, and they started quartering the Temple, clearing out the traitors of all shapes and sizes.

It didn't matter that this one looked like the Commander. She'd been a traitor too. He brought his blaster up for a clean shot, waiting until she deflected two others to take his own.

He ignored the voice screaming in the back of his head that she had been just a kid.





Appo blinked at the bright light all around him, his concealing helmet (bucket, a piece of him remembered) gone, and him trussed him up as firmly as he'd meant to do to her once he caught the Force User.

She was tossing an EMP grenade in a hand, pacing in front of him.

Just as suddenly as she'd overcome him on the climb, she was there, kneeling in front of him.

"It would be more merciful to kill you," she said. "To you and to my father."

Clone dark eyes staring out of a face like hers.

"I don't feel like being merciful today." She clicked the detonator, and Appo's world disappeared for the second time in less than an hour, this time consumed by searing pain in his skull, the kind that came when he remembered the before times.





Vader's Fist.

Torrent Company.

Memories, like those of two different men, warred within him.

Torrent won.

He found himself retching up the nutripaste he'd been rationing himself since landfall. She at least tilted him with the Force so he didn't get it on himself.

Appo looked at her again, recognizing the hard jawline and set of the eyes as The Captain's trademark resolve. The lines of her marks might scream of the Commander, but he didn't think this one was going to try and make it all better like Commander Vod'ika had tried time and again, after the bad campaigns.

"So, when I take your binders off, I'm not going to stop you if you choose the easy way out," she said in a hard voice. "Didn't even know that kriffing monster still had any of you. Was supposed to be him I was facing down here."

"You… tried… to bait VADER?!" he asked, but of course a child of those two would be that brazen.

She didn't answer, just staring at him with unblinking anger at him for not being the right prey.

The easy way — he knew just what she meant, and as her features blurred with the earlier, rounder face of that child in the Temple, he thought he just might.

"You said your father," he managed to get out instead. "The Captain lives?"

"Somewhere out there. It's not like he and I could work together once I was old enough to go out on my own."

The binders fell away from him, and his gear was right there. A tiny piece of him suggested he go for his blaster, not to take the easy road, but to try and take her down, like he'd been told to.

Just like he'd been told to murder children. And atrocities that made that pale in comparison, ever since the day he followed his General into haran.

"What's the hard way?" he asked, and that got a blink, then a flex of the too-small lekku.

"I take you to a rehab specialist, away from the fighting, and you figure out if you can make peace with the man that chip made of you."

"Will he come there? Or her — kriff." The face and lekku had gone hard all over again on the pronoun. "She's gone?"

"It's why I joined up. He lived, when she didn't come back to us. And I'm not going to stop until he goes down."

"Small part of getting off this rock?"

"Got that covered." She turned to start walking down the easy side of the rise.

A few minutes later, he was following, with just the weapons and rations, hard as it was to leave the armor's protection behind.

She didn't say a word, and he kept following. Maybe, in her, in what she offered as the hard way, he'd find a way to his honor again.

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Keith Giffen, Gerard Jones, and Bart Sears do this whole storyline. Warning for OTT violence and nuclear apocalypse. Which, okay, is another kind of OTT violence.

The Silver Sorceress and Bluejay have blamed their world’s destruction on nuclear weapons. They neglected to mention the gang of badass villains who set those weapons off.

Five of those villains are still hanging around their dead world. When they lose their last living human prisoner, they’re on the verge of turning on each other. Lucky for them, that’s when the Silver Sorceress stumbles back into town. From her comings and goings, they know she’s found a new world for them to conquer.

She tries telling them she just went on a coffee break, but they know that’s bullshit because they destroyed all the coffee shops too. So you see why they’re irritable. )

Venom #253

Feb. 6th, 2026 05:53 pm
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The aim of the game, the goal -- and I don’t think I’m going to be able to do it, I don’t think it’s within my powers -- is to turn Paul into a sort of adorable sitcom dweeb. To kind of defang him, to remove his power, to remove this kind of toxic power he has over the readership. -- Al Ewing

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