‘I… never considered it?’ Adriwyn blinked in befuddlement as she finished pouring out her juice and pondered the question. ‘It’s not like I’ve had that many actual dates. The best ones, I suppose, involved doing something together where we could just… talk and get to know each other.’ She shrugged as she put the orange juice back in the icebox. ‘I’ve heard some people date by sparring… but if you train like I do, that doesn’t leave enough breath for good conversation. Drinks, dinner, a walk in the moonlight, cuddling by a fire… but then, having a fire at all used to be almost the very definition of luxury for me. Still, I guess I’m a pretty simple girl when it comes to such things.’
Seriously can we talk about it? They released a video and this is freaking gorgeous. *screaming for hours*
I am so proud of them.
Love, the deadliest of all deadly things: It kills you both when you have it and when you don’t.
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For the prompt: I wish you would write a fic about stabby roomba
Stabby the Space Room ™ isn’t meant to be sentient. It is a fucking cleaning droid. It’s only purpose in life is to suck up dust. Only now it does have a purpose, and that purpose is to stab, and it doesn’t clean anymore. And it has started to make these little whirr-beep sounds to itself as it does so. It’s C3PO who says to Luke, “Why did you teach your cleaning droid binary?”
And Luke says, “I didn’t.”
And he pats Stabby next time he sees him. “Good boy,” he says.
Stabby whirr-bips. Good boy, he says, in binary. That is him. That is him. He is a Good Boy.
They take Stabby with them when they flee Hoth. He whirs his way around the Falcon, making strange whir-bips. C3PO says, “Really, that is most impertinent.”
“What did I do now?” demands R2, with a wheek-screech.
“Not you,” says C3PO. “The cleaning droid.”
“Cleaning droids can’t talk,” says Han.
Stabby stabs him. Bips, where is Luke.
“Oh dear.” says C3PO.
It turns out that Luke…infected (that’s the word C3PO uses, at least) Stabby with personality. With, to be specific, his personality. Skywalker personality.
Which leads to:
“No, you can’t go into battle!”
“Luke says I can!”
“No!”
……Stabby commandeers a shuttle and soars down to Endor on his own and stabs some Stormtroopers. Everyone is very surprised, apart from C3PO, who has been around Skywalkers long enough to recognise their qualities.
Hello Dad! Stabby says, next time he sees Luke, Threepio said that you’re my maker so that makes you my dad right.
Right, says Luke. He has a small stabby son. This is one of his less bizarre relatives.
Instead of saying [common, perfectly serviceable word] when you write, why not try one of the following synonyms?
- [wildly differing connotation]
- [five syllables where one will do]
- [tonally dissonant formalism]
- [misunderstood medical term]
- [word that hasn’t been in regular use since the 1700s]
- [actual typo]
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