Okay enough of this nonsense, let’s get back to Space!Akuliina. It is Camp Nanowrimo month, after all.

He got a text from her a few days later after work. She’d acquired his number a few weeks before, though she hadn’t made much use of it up to this point.

may have answers to recent situation. thought you’d want to know

What sort of answers? he texted back.

don’t know yet. meet me at 221b baker st tmo after work

ps sherlock holmes looks like you lol Continue reading →

Okay so I don’t actually know anything about British law so I left out all the action parts because the important part is the drama anyway.

Earth!Akuliina acts quite different under this sort of physical pressure than Space!Akuliina because even when S!Akuliina (temporarily) loses the Force, she’s still been trained as a warrior. Earth!Akuliina might have great self-defense classes, but she’s never actually had to fight. Also Space!Quinn still wouldn’t yell at Akuliina the way Earth!Quinn does, even after they’re married. This is the sort of thing I find interesting for some reason. : P

I’m probably going to be Akuliina for Hallowe’en. : P

She was tied to a chair in a garbage-littered concrete basement storeroom while half a dozen rough-looking men leered at her and for the first time in her life, she felt real fear crawling in the pit of her stomach. Some of them carried darkening bruises of her handiwork, she hadn’t been completely defenseless, but there had been too many for her to escape from. She should have listened to Quinn this time…

But still she snarled at them with bared teeth, because she would rather die than show fear. They laughed in her face and dirty hands reached out towards her.

The door slammed in with a colossal bang. “No one move!” shouted a familiar voice. Continue reading →

Why

why does this exist

can I blame tumblr culture

The first time he saw her was at a function sponsored by RVGR. He walked around the fringes of the gathering, as was appropriate for Mr. Baras’s head of security to do, watching the corporate bigwigs chattering to each other, negotiating alliances and deals. Some of the wives were clustered around the hors d’ouevres, and the younger people had mostly gravitated to the bar and the dance floor, gyrating to the sort of throbbing bass-heavy music that always gave him a headache, but… Continue reading →