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there HAS to be a reason for this

#YES #love this so much

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WIP Wednesday

“You don’t want to tell them anything until you get your answers.” Mara pressed a palm against the frame of the bed as she rounded it, the crack in her shields re-sealing.

Bacta had healed her wounds, but Luke knew from experience that being immobilized in a tank wasn’t kind to nerve-damaged muscles. “I don’t want to tell them anything until we get our stories straight,” he corrected, watching her root around in the carryall the medic had left for her and withdraw a small jar. “Is that your salve?”

“Yes.” She twisted the lid off. “You would lie to your superiors?”

“Let me do it.” He held out his hand. When she hesitated, wary, he wheedled, “please, Alpha?”

Her lips twisted in disapproval but she handed it over. Turning her back to him, she lifted her top, the fabric bunching around her ribs to bare her lower back.

Luke dipped his fingers into the creamy purple lotion. It was cool and had a bright, sharp smell that made him think his fingers would be tingling if he hadn’t used his prosthetic hand. Dabbing it onto her skin, he worked it in slowly with his thumb, the rest of his fingers curling against her ribs.

Mara’s breath caught and one hand dropped to brace against the bed. Adjusting his hold on the jar, Luke caught the hem of her shirt with two fingers of the same hand and tugged in up further out of the way as he continued to work the cream into her thirsty skin. It felt good to tend to her like this, to reciprocate the care she had shown him on Myrkr and Wayland. Her obvious unfamiliarity with being on the receiving end of such attention made the moment feel unexpectedly weighted, as if he were uncovering another piece of her that belonged to him alone.

Luke quickly picked up the conversation again, as much to distract himself from such thoughts as to set her ease.

“As far as lying to my superiors,” he said, affecting a blithe tone to cover a mess of old and complicated feelings on the subject, “the Rogues and I discovered years ago that there are things the Intelligence service needs to know and things they don’t. In this case, they need to know that I’m an Omega, but who I spend my heats with is my business. They have a right to know when I formally take on a new student of the Force, or if I find a Force-sensitive who presents a threat to the NR. Since you’re neither of those, the the only things they need to know about you right now is that you work for Karrde, who is now officially an ally of the New Republic, and that you’ve saved my life. Twice.”

“They won’t forgive you,” she said quietly, her fingers curling into the sheets, fisting them hard as he dipped his thumb beneath the waistband of her pants and worked another dollop of salve into the skin of her sacrum. “If they find out you had an Emperor’s Hand and didn’t turn me over for interrogation.”

“If they ever crucify me for the secrets I keep, it won’t be over you,” Luke said grimly. “

#mara jade #luke skywalker #luke x mara #wip wednesday #luke/mara

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[on the verge of having a complete breakdown] i need to make some kind of list or perhaps sort things into categories

#genuinely me

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#this #is exactly how I feel about today

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I didn’t get a Filthy Friday posted, but it’s still technically Sunday here, so have a combination FF/Sunday Six from the Alpha!Mara/Omega!Luke fic.

“No.” The word came out on a rasp and Mara forced her eyes open, forced herself to meet his compassionate blue gaze. “No, I — I can’t hurt you, Luke. I can’t. I’m dangerous in rut — unstable. Impossible to please. You don’t understand.”

“I understand perfectly,” Luke said darkly.

He lifted his hand, slowly but purposefully, and pressed his thumb against the bridge of her nose. A gentle press of the Force dislodged the filter and her next breath flooded the room with her scent.

Mara watched his pupils dilate as his body instinctively responded and felt her stomach twist into a dozen knots. It was too late now, he would have to stay and see her through or suffer himself.

Sliding his hand back into her hair, Luke kneaded the taut muscles at the nape of her neck. Mara swallowed a moan, need threatening to drown her.

“Do you remember on Myrkr, when you explained to me why I hated Service Alphas?”

Mara managed a nod, leaning into his touch. “They lied to you,” she whispered, an echo of old anger flickering inside her. Omegas were to be protected, treasured not —

“Your trainers lied to you, too,” Luke said bluntly.

Before she could object, he nuzzled beneath her ear with a throaty hum that wiped out her ability to think.

“Trust me, Alpha,” he crooned, one hand stroking up her bare thigh. “Let me take care of you,”

#mara jade #luke skywalker #luke x mara #six sentence sunday

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writing patterns (tag game)

I was tagged by the lovely @virusq in the game to list the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics, and see if there's a pattern.

I'm a little afraid to look, but here goes!

Luke had been bound countless times since he’d left Tatooine as a young man. (Bound)

Fog roiled along the blue-black dirt at his feet, cool and thick. (Vanguard)

The final lock gave with a harsh click. (SAPGR)

Luke tracked right around the giant, multi-tiered fountain that dominated the center of the skyhook’s botanical garden. (Baatir)

Turquoise beads glittered at Mara’s wrists, waist, and shoulders as she turned, extending her hand and a polite smile to the Rodian Karrde was clearly introducing her to. (Proclivities)

Luke was waiting for her when Arihnda stepped inside Thawn’s quarters. (Appetizers)

The burning itch underneath Luke’s skin noticeably intensified. (Redamancy)

The transfer office was tucked into a small storefront at the mouth of an unremarkable side corridor that branched off the Kanner Outpost's main thoroughfare. (Nal Hutta)

The concealed panel in the ‘fresher wall opened with the light press of a finger. (Selcouth)

Luke tugged at his uniform jacket and double-checked the number on the tiny ID plate beside the door. (Acrasia)

Welp, I'm nothing if not a creature of habit. Everything either starts with what Luke is doing or scene setting, usually linked to a specific starting object. I should probably branch out, but I'm sure I won't. Tagging anyone who hasn't been tagged yet who would like to play!

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Longer, slightly kinky Sunday blurb since I missed Friday. From the in-progress Alpha!Mara fic.

Mara’s arm snapped up, a blaster gripped tight in her shaking hand. She wore only her basics, the rest of her clothing and her chest wrap crumpled on the floor at her feet. Her eyes were wide and her whole body shivered violently despite her locked muscles. 

“Hey,” Luke said softly, holding his hands up, palms out. “It’s just me.” 

He’d expected his arrival to prompt relief, or possibly annoyance. Instead, dread rolled off of her, icy and thick. 

A memory that wasn’t his flashed in his mind. 

Cold, enough that her bones ached. Unsteady feet taking her in uneven steps toward the door. It had to be Jospi, and that would help, wouldn’t it? He didn't want to come, but he was her Omega and just having him near would settle her. She didn’t have to ask for anything, didn’t have to impose. The door opened, light outlining a figure, tall and broad and heavily muscled. But he didn’t step inside — he lunged. Eyes flashing, a flare of hate that made her head spin, the glint and whine of a vibro blade. Pain — searing through her chest. Blood — too much blood. 

“He attacked you during rut?” Fury flared hot in Luke’s core. 

Mara flinched back, hitting the counter. “He was angry,” she managed, the words seeming to stick in her throat. “I didn’t mean to kill him. I’m not — I’m not a bad Alpha. I didn’t mean to —”  

Luke wanted to find everyone who’d trained her and take them apart, molecule by molecule. “You were defending yourself.” 

“I had training,” Mara countered, the blaster dropping her hand and clattering to the floor. Her shoulders curled in. “I should have been able to stop him without — without hurting him. A good Alpha never hurts their Omega. Never. I —”

Reaching out with the Force, Luke shut off the water. 

Mara glanced at the sani-steam, despair wafting off of her. I’m going to freeze. The ice is going to swallow me and I deserve it —

“You don’t need the water,” Luke countered, pulling his tunic and undertunic over his head and tossing them on the floor with hers. “It won’t fix anything. You know that.” 

Mara looked around wildly, as if there was some way around him in the small ‘fresher. Some escape. “I can’t — I could hurt you. Jospi —”  

“Deserved what he got,” Luke said sternly, stepping over his clothes to approach her. “Deserved worse.” He shook his head. “You can’t hurt me, Mara — and you wouldn’t, anyway. You are good Alpha — the best.” 

Settling his hands on her waist, he nuzzled her throat. “You don’t want a shower,” he crooned, nosing beneath her ear. 

Her breathing hitched gratifyingly, and her hands fumbled for and gripped the countertop behind her. 

“You want your Omega,” Luke continued, the words almost a purr. “All nice and warm around you, inside you.” 

Mara whimpered, a heartbreaking sound of longing and fear. “I can’t.”

“Yes, you can,” he coaxed, hooking his fingers in her basics and easing them over her hips, letting them drop to the floor. “Please, Alpha.” 

Sneaking his left arm around her waist, he slipped his right hand between her legs to stroke her folds. She was damp, but not nearly as wet as she should be for this far into heat. Luke had the overwhelming desire to splay her out on her bed and bury his face her, to lap at her, teasing with fingers and tongue and her scent soaked him and she begged to have him inside her. 

He pushed the fantasy at her, and was both startled and immensely pleased when her knees gave out. 

#luke skwalker #mara jade #luke x mara

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keep seeing Temu ads on here so just to share cause idk if people are widely aware

#beware!

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Want to learn something new in 2022??

Absolute beginner adult ballet series (fabulous beginning teacher)

40 piano lessons for beginners (some of the best explanations for piano I’ve ever seen)

Excellent basic crochet video series

Basic knitting (probably the best how to knit video out there)

Pre-Free Figure Skate Levels A-D guides and practice activities (each video builds up with exercises to the actual moves!)

How to draw character faces video (very funny, surprisingly instructive?)

Another drawing character faces video

Literally my favorite art pose hack

Tutorial of how to make a whole ass Stardew Valley esque farming game in Gamemaker Studios 2??

Introduction to flying small aircrafts

French/Dutch/Fishtail braiding

Playing the guitar for beginners (well paced and excellent instructor)

Playing the violin for beginners (really good practical tips mixed in)

Color theory in digital art (not of the children’s hospital variety)

Retake classes you hated but now there’s zero stakes:

Calculus 1 (full semester class)

Learn basic statistics (free textbook)

Introduction to college physics (free textbook)

Introduction to accounting (free textbook)

Learn a language:

Ancient Greek

Latin

Spanish

German

Japanese (grammar guide) (for dummies)

French

Russian (pretty good cyrillic guide!)

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If you see this you’re legally obligated to reblog and tag with the book you’re currently reading

#12 Week Year #And What We Owe The Future #Come Together is still in the stack

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me, making my rounds to check on my friends like I’m doing health checks at work. Did you do your writing? did you drink your water? have you eaten dinner yet? Vitamins? did you go outside for a bit? how are the cats/dogs/other critters? do you want to talk about your blorbo feelings for a bit? What’s in your mouth- is that- where did you find that self-deprecation? Drop it! DroP IT! It’s time to shower and go to bed, come on now, stop making that face at me, you told me you wanted to go to sleep by 9pm.

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Six Sentence Sunday: Conversations that should have happened.

I don't do this particular tradition much. I have enough trouble managing WIP Wednesdays, and I'm pretty sure this segment is more than six sentences so I'm messing with the tradition as I attempt it which might be poor form.

While working on this Mara memoir, I have sometimes found my brain wants the story to go in a different direction than canon allows. Some of these imagined sequences can turn into other "Luke and Mara get together stories" and some of them don't really merit that but still demand to be typed into a doc in black and white so I can stare at them and think of how different canon would have gone if the conversation had happened. This one is a brief snippet from a far more rambling discussion that might have happened if, instead of scolding and abandoning Mara after Kyp stole her ship on her first night at the academy, Luke had the insight to pull back after his outburst and ask Corran to escort Mara to his office and get her a cup of tea. If he had promised to meet her there after he calms the students and does post-Kyp damage control.

Maybe something like this could have happened...

Mara glanced up from the cup of elba she’d been holding in a death grip.

Luke stood in the doorway, robe hanging off his shoulders. His white sleep clothes made him look less imposing but also reminded Mara of just how good he had looked in an undertunic on Myrkr

He hesitated at her baleful expression but didn’t let her continued silence deter him. He entered his office, and sat down in the chair next to hers rather than circling around to his desk.

“I thought when I sensed your emotions that it was a…” he paused, clearly choosing his words carefully, “more the sort of danger that meant everyone needed to evacuate,  instead of something more personal.”

“So you sounded the alarm.”

“Yeah. and then I had to come up with some sort of explanation…”

“I embarrassed you.”

“I embarrassed me, Mara.” He sighed, “I’ve been doing that a lot lately. I’m not really feeling much like a confident Jedi these days.”

“Great,” she muttered, “Karrde sent me here because he thought a confident Jedi could help  me with my mess. Now what’ll I do?”

Luke’s gaze dropped to the floor, his shoulders drooping. He seemed  to fold in on himself.

Mara grimaced and set her mug on the small table between them: “Okay, not funny then.”

He glanced up at her, clearly trying to read her gaze from under the hair that was now falling into his eyes.

“You were trying to be funny?”

“I’m not my best self right now, Skywalker.”

“Neither am I.”

“Great."

“The whole galaxy knows what’s wrong with me. What’s up with you?”

“They don’t." She picked up her mug again and tried to let the warmth soak into her, "they really don’t. No one who didn’t sense you had any idea.”

“You sensed it?”

She nodded: “You and Kyle took a dip at the same time. I was with him. I sensed you.”

“I wish you hadn’t.”

“Why is that? You want to be some all-powerful master?”

He snorted ruefully.

“No, but I didn't particularly want to lose your respect.”

“Skywalker, I served a Sith Master for my entire childhood. Do you think slipping for a little while would be enough to lose my respect?”

“I wasn’t sure. Master Yoda said ‘if once you start down that dark path, forever will it dominate your destiny’.”

"And he never did anything wrong?"

He smiled. “I’m really glad you’re here.”

“You are?”

“I meant it when I said it earlier.”

Mara took a deep breath, “I don’t think I’m in any state to train to become a Jedi.”

He looked at her for a moment.

“Let’s go for a walk.”

“Sure, it’s not like we can fly anywhere.”

#lovely!!

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Karrde’s kink is information. Imagine the unparalleled tidbits contained in the mind of a woman who never forgets anything.

New Republic security would lose their minds, though. Their premier Jedi in love with an ex-Imperial and their best spy dating a Fringe information broker. There wouldn’t be enough headache tablets in the galaxy hahaha 😂

(takes a deep breath)

So. Are we going to talk about how Karrde asked Han if Leia had a secret sister and Winter, the walking-talking-mara-thwarting-spy-library, is never mentioned...?

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Luke palmed the small vacuum-sealed packet, snapped the medkit shut, and shoved it back in its spot in the Falcon’s cramped medbay. Jogging down the corridor, he ducked down the ramp behind Han, who was in terse conversation with Karrde. 

Skirting the rubble of the soaring stone arch he’d brought down on the Imperials, Luke strode toward the open-topped speeder idling at the edge of the disaster zone. Mara sat in the back, ordered to stay there in no uncertain terms by Karrde himself.

A bandage had been hastily applied over her left eye and a florid bruise was blooming along her jaw. The shadows under her eyes had darkened to deep purple; he didn’t think she’d slept at all since his heat started. The stims she’d taken were wearing off, and she clasped her hands tightly in her lap to hide their trembling. 

“Luke.” She glanced past him, toward the Falcon. Toward the people milling too close. 

“We’re leaving,” he confirmed, regret snarling with relief in his chest. “As soon as Han’s done talking to Karrde. Here.” He held out the drugs.  

Her eyebrows went up. “Jedi Skywalker,” she drawled, her amused Core-worlder-accented words rousing an echo of desire and affection inside him. “That is illegal.”

“Only for humans in the Core,” he shrugged, giving her a mischievous smile. “This isn’t the core and technically we only carry it for Chewie’s use.”

“But you’re giving it to me.” 

His humor faded. “You’re leaving, too, I heard, and it doesn’t sound like there’s going to  a chance to properly patch you up until you’re well off planet. This will keep you moving until you can get in a tank.”

She searched his face a moment before accepting the drugs with a nod. “Thank you.” She hesitated. “You’ll be all right?”

“As soon as we clear atmosphere, I’ll have the Force again.” 

So will you, he thought. But she hadn’t said anything that suggested she knew how brightly she burned in the Force, and now was not the time to ask. Instead, he did the only thing he could. 

“Thank you,” he said softly enough to ensure he couldn’t be overheard. “For taking care of me. For not… overstepping my bounds.” 

#sunday six #six sentence sunday #luke skwalker #mara jade #luke x mara

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your mistake is thinking healing will always feel good, and not often like molting while clung to dead tree bark

#copied this out into my planner

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you ever get tired of living but in a non-suicidal way

#THIS #there's a difference between depression #and legitimate dissatisfaction #with the state of things beyond your ability to control

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Feminist fantasy is funny sometimes in how much it wants to shit on femininity for no goddamned reason. Like the whole “skirts are tools of the patriarchy made to cripple women into immobility, breeches are much better” thing.

(Let’s get it straight: Most societies over history have defaulted to skirts for everyone because you don’t have to take anything off to relieve yourself, you just have to squat down or lift your skirts and go. The main advantage of bifurcated garments is they make it easier to ride horses. But Western men wear pants so women wearing pants has become ~the universal symbol of gender equality~)

The book I’m reading literally just had its medievalesque heroine declare that peasant women wear breeches to work in the field because “You can’t swing a scythe in a skirt!”

Hm yes story checks out

peasant women definitely never did farm labour in skirts

skirts definitely mean you’re weak and fragile and can’t accomplish anything

skirts are definitely bad and will keep you from truly living life

no skirts for anyone, that’s definitely the moral of the story here

#feminism does not inherently have to be anti-feminity #that kind of misinformation #or misguidedness #hurts everyone