( probably the complete chapter. again, written over eight years ago )

The mission wasn't going well.

An understatement: Anakin could still just count on one hand the number of team members he'd lost (rather, who had died -- because it wasn't his fault -- was it?), which was good because he needed the other to hold his insides, well, inside. It crossed his mind that maybe he shouldn't have been so reckless in jumping ( Read more... )

A tired-looking Jaina Solo was found in the unappealing corner of the Temple caf, and Kyp used the Force (just to annoy her) to pull up a chair opposite for himself ( Read more... )

( writers; 30 nov )

Oh yeah, that meme from forever ago which of course I didn't finish, but here are the four I wrote:

1. Write down the names of 10 characters.
2. Write a fic of fifty words or less for every prompt, using the characters determined by the numbers. Do NOT read the prompts before you do step 1.1. Peter Parker (Marvel ( Read more... )

( do you think you can tell )

Peter clenched his fists at his side and glared. Oh, if only he had laser vision ( Read more... )

( never stop asking questions (my name is anakin) )

"You're actually going to shoot it?"

"Yup."

"And eat it?"

Wes blinked. "Well, there's stuff in the middle of all that, but yeah."

Peter grimaced, lifting a hand to cover his mouth. Voice muffled: "I think I'm gonna be sick."

( 'we made a pretty good team.' 'yeah. maybe we did ... in another life.' )