Loth-kitten
Радужный пеликанчик.
Loth-kitten
1) Rex sighed. “Sir, with all due respect, shut up. Печалит меня фф.нет. Там такой низкий процент хороших фанфиков, а от тех, которые в принципе-то хорошие, все равно остается осадок. Когда совсем тошно, приходится перечитывать Ао3шные, чем я сегодня и занимался. )
2) Я всегда говорил, что скопы - это драконы в перьях!
3) Люблю что-нибудь редактировать. Это случается, но редко. Еще меня иногда называют хорошим редактором, как например сегодня Мишка, кого я собственно и редактировал.
2) Я всегда говорил, что скопы - это драконы в перьях!
3) Люблю что-нибудь редактировать. Это случается, но редко. Еще меня иногда называют хорошим редактором, как например сегодня Мишка, кого я собственно и редактировал.
четверг, 06 апреля 2017
Loth-kitten
Хочу фигурку Рекса. :тяжко вздохнул: Чтоб размером как Барби и шлем снимался. Может, у Лего есть, пойду посмотрю...
Loth-kitten
1) Луна вчера ночью, когда я ложился, подобралась к другому окну, у меня в спальне их два. ^___^ Я чего-то удивился, потому что никогда ее там не видел. Хотя мозгами знал, что солнце-то оттуда светит. Значит, и Луна должна. Я не соотносил. :смеется:
2) Днем было солнце, а потом быстро собрался дождик - и он был первым весенним, с характерным запахом, все как надо! Вообще супер.
3) Всем уютных черных аистов. Так бы и обнял. У нас они в зоопарке есть, кстати! Пара. Даже гнездо у них есть, чтобы обустраиваться. Правда, я сомневаюсь, что от гнезда будет толк, я вообще удивлен, что они переносят зоопарк, потому что черные аисты держатся от людей очень далеко и гнездятся только в лесах со старыми деревьями (которых у нас почти не осталось).
2) Днем было солнце, а потом быстро собрался дождик - и он был первым весенним, с характерным запахом, все как надо! Вообще супер.
3) Всем уютных черных аистов. Так бы и обнял. У нас они в зоопарке есть, кстати! Пара. Даже гнездо у них есть, чтобы обустраиваться. Правда, я сомневаюсь, что от гнезда будет толк, я вообще удивлен, что они переносят зоопарк, потому что черные аисты держатся от людей очень далеко и гнездятся только в лесах со старыми деревьями (которых у нас почти не осталось).
среда, 05 апреля 2017
Loth-kitten
Нашел одну симпатичную аушку, где Палыч работал над Оби, а Ани служил приманкой. Поскольку оба умудрились все время падаванства прожить на Татуине и Анакин развился в своей стихии, он просек фишку и начал контробработку. Палыча. Не знаю, это очень мелочно с моей стороны, но я ловлю большой кайф от страданий искренне поверившего Оби. Увы, это первый фанфик, где Оби прилетели именно эти его лучшие намерения, и я намерен насладиться этим сполна. 
вторник, 04 апреля 2017
Loth-kitten
1) У нас генеральная уборка на работе, все такие деловые и воодушевленные. :смеется: Ну, это я принимаю желаемое за действительное, конечно, но мне все равно нравится представлять такую нестандартную атмосферу. ))) Устроил себе тоже нестандартные дни, мыл окна, у меня их там два. Солнышко, ветерок, высоченный четвертый этаж, кайф! ))) Грозились притопать из Латвийского Телевидения, точнее, они уже второй раз приходили, я как услышал об этой угрозе, сразу же поснимал цветы с подоконников, разложил тряпочки, мол, извините, субботник! ))) Еще дроном снимали нас на улице, мы с Феодосенькой наблюдали, забавно. ))))) Впрочем, меня не потревожили.
2) Считал бабочек! Одну нашел между рамами, еще две выпорхнули из-под ног на улице.
3) Холли случайно запустила тут детонатор... Представления о литературе у меня крайне своеобразные, и Холли от меня потребовала объяснений. Коснулись Толкина. Я о нем не думал лет, наверное, пять, с тех пор, когда последний раз черновики ВК перечитывал. Блииииин.
Меня заклинило. У меня сразу столько мыслей образовалось! Я просто не могу переключиться ни на что другое. Я вообще не представлял, что так умею! Сам себя боюсь. %)
2) Считал бабочек! Одну нашел между рамами, еще две выпорхнули из-под ног на улице.
3) Холли случайно запустила тут детонатор... Представления о литературе у меня крайне своеобразные, и Холли от меня потребовала объяснений. Коснулись Толкина. Я о нем не думал лет, наверное, пять, с тех пор, когда последний раз черновики ВК перечитывал. Блииииин.
Меня заклинило. У меня сразу столько мыслей образовалось! Я просто не могу переключиться ни на что другое. Я вообще не представлял, что так умею! Сам себя боюсь. %)
понедельник, 03 апреля 2017
Loth-kitten
Дайте мне автора, я его расцелую.
“Why were there three different attempts on her life?”
“No, no. I want to know who this Master Leeson is and why won’t Padawan Ayden shut up about him? Is he based on a historical Jedi?”
“What year is this supposed to be taking place?”
“Patalonia is basically Naboo, right? With that makeup it has to be Naboo.”
Anakin Skywalker, the greatest human podracer in galactic history, was in complete and utter fanboy heaven.
Not only had he managed to watch an episode of his favorite show with not one, but two Jedi, but they liked it! They had questions! They wanted to watch the next episode.
“And why does Gregor keep throwing his robes around like that?” Old Man complained, gesturing with one hand. “Doesn’t he know that’s wasteful? The Temple has to replace those.”
Little Sister arched an eyebrow at Old Man. “And where, exactly, is your robe right now, Old Man?”
Anakin let out a low whistle and leaned backwards so that his Jedi could argue without him getting in the way.
“Why were there three different attempts on her life?”
“No, no. I want to know who this Master Leeson is and why won’t Padawan Ayden shut up about him? Is he based on a historical Jedi?”
“What year is this supposed to be taking place?”
“Patalonia is basically Naboo, right? With that makeup it has to be Naboo.”
Anakin Skywalker, the greatest human podracer in galactic history, was in complete and utter fanboy heaven.
Not only had he managed to watch an episode of his favorite show with not one, but two Jedi, but they liked it! They had questions! They wanted to watch the next episode.
“And why does Gregor keep throwing his robes around like that?” Old Man complained, gesturing with one hand. “Doesn’t he know that’s wasteful? The Temple has to replace those.”
Little Sister arched an eyebrow at Old Man. “And where, exactly, is your robe right now, Old Man?”
Anakin let out a low whistle and leaned backwards so that his Jedi could argue without him getting in the way.
Loth-kitten
Там же.
Thankfully for all parties involved, the call went directly to Satine’s messages and Anakin snickered to Little Sister and Old Man, whose turn it was to roll his eyes and shake his head.
“Good evening, or morning, or day, your Grace!” Anakin said, trying to sound as polite as one could be with two Correllian whiskies, two glasses of Pantoran wine and a bottle of Dantooine beer in their system. “It’s Anakin Skywalker here and I was trying to message you but my fingers are drunk and I called instead.”
Arulas shook his head, still cradled in his gloved hands. How is it this pure and innocent creature keeps defeating my Master’s plans at every turn? He is like a sentient lothcat.
Thankfully for all parties involved, the call went directly to Satine’s messages and Anakin snickered to Little Sister and Old Man, whose turn it was to roll his eyes and shake his head.
“Good evening, or morning, or day, your Grace!” Anakin said, trying to sound as polite as one could be with two Correllian whiskies, two glasses of Pantoran wine and a bottle of Dantooine beer in their system. “It’s Anakin Skywalker here and I was trying to message you but my fingers are drunk and I called instead.”
Arulas shook his head, still cradled in his gloved hands. How is it this pure and innocent creature keeps defeating my Master’s plans at every turn? He is like a sentient lothcat.
Loth-kitten
...встретились как-то Оби-Ван, Оби-Ситх и Оби-Леди...
archiveofourown.org/works/7490736/chapters/1702...
...в мире, где Анакин - знаменитый гонщик.
Эру мой, я давно так не смеялся.
PS Obi-Wan Kenobi, the one who was neither old, female nor a lord of the Sith, had a migraine.
Как я сочувствую четвертому Оби.
archiveofourown.org/works/7490736/chapters/1702...
...в мире, где Анакин - знаменитый гонщик.
Эру мой, я давно так не смеялся.
PS Obi-Wan Kenobi, the one who was neither old, female nor a lord of the Sith, had a migraine.
Как я сочувствую четвертому Оби.
воскресенье, 02 апреля 2017
Loth-kitten
Trying to get ahold of himself, he reached out to clasp Luke’s shoulder.
“Luke, I was there when you and your sister were born. I can promise you, neither of you are a clone of anyone,” he said slowly and calmly. “Not that there is anything wrong with being a clone,” he added hurriedly, not wanting to replace one mistaken impression with another. “Just . . . you are not a clone and neither is Leia. Do you understand?”
“So no armor?” Luke asked sadly. Leia was going to be so upset. She'd already decided what design to paint on her armor and their play battles were going to be so much more epic with real armor and helmets. If they didn’t get armor for their Name day, that also meant that Leia’s plan to ask Dad about getting tattoos like the clones would probably not go well either.
Cody had placed his head face down on the table with a thump. Obi-Wan wanted to join him.
“No, I don’t think you will be getting any armor,” Obi-Wan told him. “Maybe when you're older,” he temporized.
“Oh-kay,” Luke heaved a big sigh, but then looked up sharply. “So if I’m not a clone and Leia’s not mom’s clone either, then where do babies come from? You said you were there, so you must know!”
Rex couldn’t help himself, he started laughing.
“Luke, I was there when you and your sister were born. I can promise you, neither of you are a clone of anyone,” he said slowly and calmly. “Not that there is anything wrong with being a clone,” he added hurriedly, not wanting to replace one mistaken impression with another. “Just . . . you are not a clone and neither is Leia. Do you understand?”
“So no armor?” Luke asked sadly. Leia was going to be so upset. She'd already decided what design to paint on her armor and their play battles were going to be so much more epic with real armor and helmets. If they didn’t get armor for their Name day, that also meant that Leia’s plan to ask Dad about getting tattoos like the clones would probably not go well either.
Cody had placed his head face down on the table with a thump. Obi-Wan wanted to join him.
“No, I don’t think you will be getting any armor,” Obi-Wan told him. “Maybe when you're older,” he temporized.
“Oh-kay,” Luke heaved a big sigh, but then looked up sharply. “So if I’m not a clone and Leia’s not mom’s clone either, then where do babies come from? You said you were there, so you must know!”
Rex couldn’t help himself, he started laughing.
Loth-kitten
Хи-хи!
Anakin finishes the story and as he closes the old fashion flimsi book, and then looks up, waiting.
Obi-Wan opens his mouth to tell him of the Council meeting, but what comes out instead is, “You’re not going to bring the twins to the Temple.”
“No, I’m not,” Anakin responds quietly.
Obi-Wan struggles to find something to say, but he, the great Negotiator, is at a loss. “Padme is going to give up her Senate seat and raise them instead?”
Anakin rolls his eyes. “No, we’re going to raise them together. Why would we have children if we didn’t plan to take care of them? Besides, Padme will be vice Chancellor as soon as the Senate gets its act together.”
Obi-Wan cannot ignore the ache of loss he feels at hearing those words. “You’re leaving the Order, then.”
“Am I?” Anakin asks evenly. “I’ve dreamed of being a Jedi for as long as I can remember. I don’t plan to stop being one. I promised I would finish Ahsoka’s training and I know I can’t leave you alone to wander the galaxy. You’ll get yourself killed without me around to save you, Master. Don't deny it. The last few years have made that abundantly clear,” He carefully gets to his feet, cradling the babies close as he takes them over to their crib, ignoring Obi-Wan’s affronted look at the thought that he needed Anakin to save him.
“So how exactly is this going to work then?” Obi-Wan asks in a quiet voice in deference to the twins, as he comes into the nursery. “Being a Jedi and a husband and a father?” While a part of him is greatly relieved that Anakin is not abandoning the Order, the Order isn't just going to let him stay married and with children. What does Anakin think is going to happen? Does he think he can just hide the fact that he has twins and a wife? How long can he keep up such a charade with Padme in the Senate and Anakin traveling with Obi-Wan and the Open Circle Fleet? Obi-Wan can't cover for him forever. He's barely covering for him now!
He gets a shrug in reply. “Jedi raised families in the days of the Old Republic. We’ll figure it out.”
“Ah, so it’s going to be one of those plans,” Obi-Wan says with deep sigh. Typical, he thinks. Anakin is just going to wing it and Obi-Wan is sure that is a disaster in the making. “Wait a minute, ‘we?’”
Anakin hands him Luke to hold while he settles Leia carefully, before taking his son back to join his sister in the crib. “You’re not getting out of this, Master. I don’t know how people do it in the Core, but where I come from everyone in the family helps raise the children. Ahsoka will train one of them and you will train the other. You better choose soon if you have a preference. I think I saw her cutting up one of Padme's maternity dresses to make them their own mini Jedi cloaks.”
“Train . . . another Skywalker?” Obi-Wan says weakly, looking down at the deceptively silent and peaceful children laying in their bed. They weren’t fooling him. They were trouble. He knew what Skywalkers were capable of better than anyone.
“Yep. We’re a special breed. It takes a special sort of teacher.”
Anakin finishes the story and as he closes the old fashion flimsi book, and then looks up, waiting.
Obi-Wan opens his mouth to tell him of the Council meeting, but what comes out instead is, “You’re not going to bring the twins to the Temple.”
“No, I’m not,” Anakin responds quietly.
Obi-Wan struggles to find something to say, but he, the great Negotiator, is at a loss. “Padme is going to give up her Senate seat and raise them instead?”
Anakin rolls his eyes. “No, we’re going to raise them together. Why would we have children if we didn’t plan to take care of them? Besides, Padme will be vice Chancellor as soon as the Senate gets its act together.”
Obi-Wan cannot ignore the ache of loss he feels at hearing those words. “You’re leaving the Order, then.”
“Am I?” Anakin asks evenly. “I’ve dreamed of being a Jedi for as long as I can remember. I don’t plan to stop being one. I promised I would finish Ahsoka’s training and I know I can’t leave you alone to wander the galaxy. You’ll get yourself killed without me around to save you, Master. Don't deny it. The last few years have made that abundantly clear,” He carefully gets to his feet, cradling the babies close as he takes them over to their crib, ignoring Obi-Wan’s affronted look at the thought that he needed Anakin to save him.
“So how exactly is this going to work then?” Obi-Wan asks in a quiet voice in deference to the twins, as he comes into the nursery. “Being a Jedi and a husband and a father?” While a part of him is greatly relieved that Anakin is not abandoning the Order, the Order isn't just going to let him stay married and with children. What does Anakin think is going to happen? Does he think he can just hide the fact that he has twins and a wife? How long can he keep up such a charade with Padme in the Senate and Anakin traveling with Obi-Wan and the Open Circle Fleet? Obi-Wan can't cover for him forever. He's barely covering for him now!
He gets a shrug in reply. “Jedi raised families in the days of the Old Republic. We’ll figure it out.”
“Ah, so it’s going to be one of those plans,” Obi-Wan says with deep sigh. Typical, he thinks. Anakin is just going to wing it and Obi-Wan is sure that is a disaster in the making. “Wait a minute, ‘we?’”
Anakin hands him Luke to hold while he settles Leia carefully, before taking his son back to join his sister in the crib. “You’re not getting out of this, Master. I don’t know how people do it in the Core, but where I come from everyone in the family helps raise the children. Ahsoka will train one of them and you will train the other. You better choose soon if you have a preference. I think I saw her cutting up one of Padme's maternity dresses to make them their own mini Jedi cloaks.”
“Train . . . another Skywalker?” Obi-Wan says weakly, looking down at the deceptively silent and peaceful children laying in their bed. They weren’t fooling him. They were trouble. He knew what Skywalkers were capable of better than anyone.
“Yep. We’re a special breed. It takes a special sort of teacher.”
Loth-kitten
Оттуда же. Я тут... покатаюсь немножко, простите.
He closes the file and the screen now shows Vader’s plans for the Tatooine campaign. Luke looks across the desk at the vacant chair on the other side. Such a short time ago, Vader was sitting right there, in this very room. His father had refused to show Luke his work, had password protected the file, but he must have not had time to save and close the battle plans before they arrived on Coruscant.
(Luke had tried to steal the datapad, pull it out of his father’s hands with the Force to take a peek, but Vader had just tightened his grip.
“I said you were not to be involved in any planning on this mission and I meant it, young one,” his father had insisted firmly.
Luke had rolled his eyes at that. “Who here knows his defenses better than me?”
Vader had lowered the pad and even through the mask, Luke could see his father wasn’t impressed with that argument. “Your intel is 20 plus years out of date. I am planning this campaign. Be grateful I am letting you come.”
“Letting me?” Luke had retorted indignantly. “This was my idea. I’m the one who helped kill him the first time.”
“That is why you get to come instead of staying with the fleet, despite the fact that your idea of good planning is getting yourself fed to carnivorous beasts. You’re welcome.”
Luke had made a mad grab for the datapad after that statement, but Vader had dodged, stood up, and held the datapad well out of non-Force assisted reach, radiating smugness.)
He closes the file and the screen now shows Vader’s plans for the Tatooine campaign. Luke looks across the desk at the vacant chair on the other side. Such a short time ago, Vader was sitting right there, in this very room. His father had refused to show Luke his work, had password protected the file, but he must have not had time to save and close the battle plans before they arrived on Coruscant.
(Luke had tried to steal the datapad, pull it out of his father’s hands with the Force to take a peek, but Vader had just tightened his grip.
“I said you were not to be involved in any planning on this mission and I meant it, young one,” his father had insisted firmly.
Luke had rolled his eyes at that. “Who here knows his defenses better than me?”
Vader had lowered the pad and even through the mask, Luke could see his father wasn’t impressed with that argument. “Your intel is 20 plus years out of date. I am planning this campaign. Be grateful I am letting you come.”
“Letting me?” Luke had retorted indignantly. “This was my idea. I’m the one who helped kill him the first time.”
“That is why you get to come instead of staying with the fleet, despite the fact that your idea of good planning is getting yourself fed to carnivorous beasts. You’re welcome.”
Luke had made a mad grab for the datapad after that statement, but Vader had dodged, stood up, and held the datapad well out of non-Force assisted reach, radiating smugness.)
Loth-kitten
Апдейт к тому фанфику, где Люк и Вейдер возвращаются в прошлое.
Luke joins them for a few rounds of the game but holo battle is too easy and they trounce all the other teams. He finally finds a empty office away from his students’ watchful eyes and starts checking his comm for messages.
There is one from Ventress, as she describes life as the de facto spokesperson of the freed battle droids and her position as Speaker in the Separatist Assembly. (“They've all decided they want names because if clones have names instead of numbers they want names too. They have all decided on the Same. Karking. NAME! ALL. OF. THEM. WANT. TO. BE. CALLED. ROGER! I CAN’T EVEN SABER THEM ANYMORE! THEY THINK I’M THEIR KRIFFING FRIEND! What the hell did Vader program into that worm?! Tell him he has a lot to answer for when I see him again!”)
Luke joins them for a few rounds of the game but holo battle is too easy and they trounce all the other teams. He finally finds a empty office away from his students’ watchful eyes and starts checking his comm for messages.
There is one from Ventress, as she describes life as the de facto spokesperson of the freed battle droids and her position as Speaker in the Separatist Assembly. (“They've all decided they want names because if clones have names instead of numbers they want names too. They have all decided on the Same. Karking. NAME! ALL. OF. THEM. WANT. TO. BE. CALLED. ROGER! I CAN’T EVEN SABER THEM ANYMORE! THEY THINK I’M THEIR KRIFFING FRIEND! What the hell did Vader program into that worm?! Tell him he has a lot to answer for when I see him again!”)
Loth-kitten
1) Вот сегодня было тепло. Шел из магазина в рубашечке с короткими рукавами, подмышкой теплая куртка. Реально, ни ветерка, ничего. Тучки собрались, но именно поэтому солнце и прогрело все как равномерно. Когда не пасмурно, тогда чаще всего ветер и перепады температуры на солнце и в тени.
2) А утром был туман. Идешь по улице, а ее конец во мраке неизвестности. ))
3) ГДЕ АСОКА. Где Асока, я вас спрашиваю, товарищи создатели.
starwarsrebels.wikia.com/wiki/Season_4
Осень, значит.
Реально, ни ветерка, ничего. Тучки собрались, но именно поэтому солнце и прогрело все как равномерно. Когда не пасмурно, тогда чаще всего ветер и перепады температуры на солнце и в тени. 2) А утром был туман. Идешь по улице, а ее конец во мраке неизвестности. ))
3) ГДЕ АСОКА. Где Асока, я вас спрашиваю, товарищи создатели.
starwarsrebels.wikia.com/wiki/Season_4
Осень, значит.
Loth-kitten
1) Этот фанфик. Где еще Оби-Ван с помощью подруги Падме по имени Мэнди, случайно раскрывшей Большой Секрет путешественников-по-галактикам, может оторваться на бывшем Ситховском Лорде за все хорошее, совершенное в прежней жизни?
Но Сила отыгралась на Оби. Потому что на устроенной Мэнди костюмированной вечеринке появилась Сатин, и Ани пнул своего любимейшего наставника к ней на растерзание. :злобно хихикает: Качественная мелодрама с сюжетом.
www.fanfiction.net/s/11560214/1/Second-Chances
2) Сегодня было +14, но это было такое странное тепло, что я вышел в теплой куртке и почувствовал лишь огромную влажность. Своеобразненькое ощущение.
3) У Мишки прибавилось милых женских персонажей, последней из ее девочек 14 лет, и она само очарование.
Но Сила отыгралась на Оби. Потому что на устроенной Мэнди костюмированной вечеринке появилась Сатин, и Ани пнул своего любимейшего наставника к ней на растерзание. :злобно хихикает: Качественная мелодрама с сюжетом.
www.fanfiction.net/s/11560214/1/Second-Chances
2) Сегодня было +14, но это было такое странное тепло, что я вышел в теплой куртке и почувствовал лишь огромную влажность.
Своеобразненькое ощущение.3) У Мишки прибавилось милых женских персонажей, последней из ее девочек 14 лет, и она само очарование.
суббота, 01 апреля 2017
Loth-kitten
Щит. Как же я ненавижу, когда хорошие фанфики имеют 400к слов.
Это я пошел на фф.нет от отчаяния :ржет: и нашел там фанфик, как Анакин получает второй шанс, но этот второй шанс на Земле. Я глядел модерн-аушки раньше, но такого четкого сюжета нигде не было, так что я сейчас прямо весь увлекся. Но 400 тыщ слов, Карл! За что.
Это я пошел на фф.нет от отчаяния :ржет: и нашел там фанфик, как Анакин получает второй шанс, но этот второй шанс на Земле. Я глядел модерн-аушки раньше, но такого четкого сюжета нигде не было, так что я сейчас прямо весь увлекся. Но 400 тыщ слов, Карл! За что.
Loth-kitten
Вот только я нашел еще один фанфик про девочку-Оби, как архив закрылся аж на шесть часов! Бедный я.
Бедный я.
пятница, 31 марта 2017
Loth-kitten
1) Написал такой смачный пост на игру. Вот бы все так писалось! ) Раньше, я помню, была у меня классическая авторская проблема - писать хочется, а не о чем. Сюжетов куча, а посты не пишутся. Похоже, проблема была в том, что эпизоды берешь не как лучше для игры, а как придется, и персонажа подстраиваешь не под сюжет, а под пустое место. Под какие-то другие цели и микрозадачи. Естественно, ничего не шло! )
2) Иногда мне лень ходить в два магазина, а вот сегодня с удовольствием гулял. Хе.
3) Вкусный ужин соорудил, набрал овощей всяких, потушил. Люблю это дело, сам процесс. ^____^ Особенно когда время есть, вот как сегодня.
2) Иногда мне лень ходить в два магазина, а вот сегодня с удовольствием гулял. Хе.
3) Вкусный ужин соорудил, набрал овощей всяких, потушил. Люблю это дело, сам процесс. ^____^ Особенно когда время есть, вот как сегодня.
Loth-kitten
Ну вот, разница в климате - в Эстонии все в снегу, а у нас только туман! )) А в Литве вообще сирень цветет раньше на пару недель! %)
Loth-kitten
Anakin clenched his fist and let his frustration simmer for a long moment before letting it go. “Rex, be a good boy for Master Fisto, won’t you?”
“Will I get a cookie, sir?” Rex answered, his voice tinny through his bucket’s comm.
“Will I get a cookie, sir?” Rex answered, his voice tinny through his bucket’s comm.