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They make a pact to visit every star that they can see in the night sky – together, of course, because why would they ever choose to part? The two of them are soulmates, after all, destinies twisted around each other, literally inseparable on a deep, innate (and rather poorly-understood) cosmic level.

The Doctor (who still isn’t) picks a star at random and points up at it. “That one first,” he announces.

The Master (who also isn’t) shakes his head and points to a different star on the other of the sky. “That one,” he counters.

They glare at each other for a moment and then they begin to laugh (of course together, at exactly the same time). It doesn’t matter if they disagree on the details, because their names are sunk into each other’s skin, bold and unmistakable, and everyone knows what that means.

(It doesn’t occur to either of them that every rule has an exception, even though both of them tend to thrive on that very fact.)

The Doctor continues to help Magnus as he runs around trying to help gods in a desperate attempt to make sure the world doesn't end.

While on the trail of a mysterious distress signal, Team TARDIS find themselves stranded, lost, and separated across universes. Which is an oddly familiar situation, all things considered! But that’s not the only familiar thing.

It’s time to catch up with some old friends.

Jack has needs. No, not that kind of needs.

Renata has survived her illness and regenerated. With everything seemingly put behind them, she and the new Doctor decide to give themselves a chance but will they last? What with newcomer Amy Pond, Dr. Song lurking by - claiming things from the future - and Renata's belief in her inability to change for the better, things might not be looking so great for her and the Doctor. *2nd in the Home Saga.

What do you do when you’re driving your vintage Bentley and then suddenly it is, through no fault of your own, on fire?

Miles Edgeworth isn't totally sure how he ended up in this bet to demonstrate the strength of his and Phoenix Wright's (entirely professional and platonic! really!) relationship, but he knows it's Klavier's fault.

It's not until the final resolution of DL-6 that Miles realizes how faded his world had become - visually speaking, that is.

(An exploration that begins with colour, continues with grey-scale, then fluctuates between the two, but which mostly focuses on the paths between and the people who accompany him on the way.)

At the start of April 2001 Manfred von Karma has a lapse of judgement and spends twenty minutes of passion with Gregory Edgeworth. Somehow that got Edgeworth pregnant, but the man doesn't find out sooner than 6 months in.

Okay, good, are we all clear that in this fic a man who should not be able to get pregnant and does not have a womb gets pregnant and has to deal with everything that entrails? That's what the Mpreg tag means, I've now blatantly said it out loud too. So if you decide to be judgy and clutch your pearls in the comments, do it about something else.

On a particular Thursday when he was a child, Miles Edgeworth's life changed forever. What happens when he undoes that Thursday, with the events of another?

A time-travel story where Miles saves his dad, but has to deal with a different set of consequences. Some things, it seems, you can’t run away from.

It wasn't supposed to be like this. It wasn't supposed to end like this. Everything has gone wrong. Everything has gone so, so, so wrong. But it isn't as if it is Godot's fault that everything went so horribly wrong.

(It is his fault. It's all his fault.)

(Perhaps the blood on his hands will never wash away. It's no less than he deserves.)

It all starts with a game of Never Have I Ever.

Maybe that’s not where it starts (after all, Phoenix has been in love with Miles Edgeworth for about twenty-five years at this point, even if he’s only known it for the last ten or so), but that’s where it all goes off the rails.

Midway through the game, Ema folds her arms and says with a smirk, "Never have I ever been in love."

“Ooh, that’s a good one,” Trucy says amid the mass sighing, mild complaining, and drinking. Phoenix drinks, of course, in honor of the twenty-five-year torch he’s been carrying for Miles, who will of course assume that Phoenix is thinking of Dahlia, and all will be right with the world. Except—

Miles fucking Edgeworth looks even more embarrassed than he has all night and takes a drink.

What in God's name is going on.

'The front end was crushed, the tree directly in the middle, making what looked like an incredibly morbid sandwich. All of the windows were shattered, scattering broken glass around the scene, and a deflated airbag that had made its way through the windshield flew up and down in the wind like a vengeful ghost. The smell of smoke was drifting faintly around the car, but it had mostly cleared up, which was both a relief and a terrifying indication that the car had, in fact, been there since the earthquake.'
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Or: An earthquake-induced flashback causes Miles Edgeworth to run his car into a tree. Unsurprisingly, this creates a few problems.
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“Didn’t you hear?” Her eyes dart around. “There was a break-in at 216 Gardenport street last night.”
She stares at her. “What are you talking about, child?”
“I mean, the guy who had this job before me blew it. His keycard pinged every entryway down Southside then back here again. They found him just sitting here last night, like nothing was up.”
“Well… My, I must say, I’m surprised. I suppose he must have seen all those Printies and got overexcited.” She sighs. “I hope they don’t go too hard on him. Going no-penny’s a death sentence, after all.”

Two surveillance officers keep watch over a quiet part of a city.

What do you do when you’re driving your vintage Bentley and then suddenly it is, through no fault of your own, on fire?

When you are dyslexic, a ‘stack of books with legs’ is a logical partner. Kirk thinks the most romantic sentence in the English language is "Let me help”, but Spock knows it is “Let me read to you”... even if he has a habit of falling asleep.

Or: Kirk reads to Spock in bed.

“Let me help.”
Jim takes Spock’s face in his hands and kisses him gently. Soft, open-mouthed kisses to coax the poison out of him. Spock claws at his shirt, shivering uncontrollably as he veers backwards, and hands catch him. He turns his head, chest and stomach heaving as he spits a flower to the ground.
He tries to flee, to bolt like a horse from the stable, but those same hands reassure him, holding him tight.
“What was the plan?” Jim teases, gently. “Were you going to avoid us for the remainder of our five-year mission?”

The Away Team contract something unusual on an away mission. Jim could probably survive it, if only Sulu didn't love things with thorns.

Following the events of Resurrection, Kira and Sisko come to some realizations about how they feel for one another.

What it says on the tin.

In which Spock gets overwhelmed, sehlats make awesome beds, and this family is having a functional moment (for once!)

During an argument, Spock decides to take Bones literally.

Kirk is sad to wake up to an empty bed, but Spock returns to surprise him.

based on something I saw on twitter or instagram but I can't find it anymore.
But I wanted to draw it so badly.

a polyamory comic =)

The Logic Extremists make their move to return Vulcan to a prior century's ways.

Old Ben Kenobi dies and the Force throws him back in time to his younger body, just after the events at Naboo.

Problem is, Obi-Wan is already there.

In Tatooine legend, the sandstorm is Lukka, the Fury, both cleansing and damning. Lukka, the slaves believed, was Justice, was he who remade the world, and remade the soul.

The storm screams at him, and Obi-Wan Kenobi screams back.

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Four years after Order 66 and the fall of the Jedi Order, a grieving, struggling Ben Kenobi finds himself inexplicably taken back in time.