#I wan see breas

[leverageclips]

I discovered a lot of good music through tiktok but this app has completely destroyed the art of making character playlists, if I see one more mother mother song that doesn't fit the character AT ALL I'll lose it

#look i love hayloft 2 its my most listened song of june but no i dont think it fits a obi wan kenobi character analysis #my post #sorry for the whining im just REALLY tired of seeing the same 5 songs in every single playlist #happy for the mother mother band get yall breas tho

[rexscanonwife]

Ougghhh (<- slept in till 12:30) well hello everybody! Today is day 1 and familial self ship day of my lovely partner's @/cherry-bomb-ships valentines day event!! ^ 0 ^ 💖🫶💖🫶💖🫶💖

My focuses today are gonna be Obi-Wan who is my dad and ofc Kepler my oc f/o who is my angel son 🥺🫶 I've already queued some posts, some of em have even posted by now and I'll try to scrounge some things up!

But I wanna say that both of them mean a whole lot to me! I don't talk about Obi-Wan that much cause tbh I don't think a lot about a lot of interactions between him and Brea other than being Tired™️ and thinking of her as an Anakin 2 😂 but whenever I see him I'm like !!! That's my dad!! He's so cool and skilled and so slutty and I adore him!!

And as for Kepler! I've made a lot of characters and had a lot of sonboys but he's definitely the number one son for me 🥺🥺💖💖 he's like Brea's first child and he thought of her like his mother while they were together, maybe I'll think of some fun silly things to talk about today instead of the sad ones but I love him so much and I love thinking about all the little ways they can help each other grow!!

#jane journals #self insert #self insert talk #familial self ship #🌌 space dad jesus 🌌 #🪐 kepler quinn 🪐 #im working on some things that are...heartbreaking admittedly 😂😂 #but i prommy ill focus on happy things today!! #anyway this is my quick and dirty intro post to todays event :3 #i hope everyone participating has a lot of fun with it!! 💖🫶💖

[just-some-person-with-a-blog]

Luke and Obi-Wan time travel drabble

This has literally been knocking around in my skull for weeks now so here it is. Gotta love some very sad Luke Skywalker.

They were running, faster and harder than they ever had before, at least faster and harder than Luke had ever run before. He still wasn’t sure what had even happened. It went by so quick, like Obi had snapped his fingers and suddenly his father was there, making his way to their secluded table in the cantina. 

He was everything Obi-Wan had told him he’d be. Yet somehow worse. He had never felt this kind of fear before, the kind that was just–just cold. It was the only way Luke could describe it. Never mind that they were on a desert planet, or that Obi had been pressed close to him. Ice had spread through his body, making a home in his muscles and bones the minute he had heard the sound of his father’s respirator. 

He stumbled and sank into the sand as he continued to run. 

“Luke!” Obi-Wan turned back and grabbed his hand and hauled him to his feet. His mouth was moving but he couldn’t hear a sound. Like when the old holo player at home acted up when sandstorms passed over. 

But slowly his voice started to appear, reaching Luke’s ears “--over there! Luke listen to me! You have to listen to me!” Obi-Wan pointed towards a cave ahead of them. More words that missed Luke’s ears escaped Obi-Wan’s mouth, as he tried desperately to understand him over the sound of his own panicked breathing and the overwhelming wrongness that was coursing through him. 

“Go–the cave–hide.” So Luke kept running. Obi-Wan would keep him safe, he always kept him safe, this would be no different. He chased away his nightmares, bandaged bruises and scrapes, and this would be no different. No matter what was causing the pain they could face it, together. 

But when he looked back, Obi-Wan wasn’t with him. He was too far behind, standing amidst the unsteady sand, waiting. Looking at Luke like he was saying goodbye. Forget the frostbitten fear he had felt looking at his father, this fear was worse. Infinitely so. It was hot and furious and filled him with so much dread it felt like he’d be sick. 

“No!” he screamed, Vader fast approaching, and Luke could feel his world shattering right in front of him. “Obi please!” he screamed into the desert. 

And as Vader finally reached Obi-Wan, he did not turn to look at him. His eyes stayed fixed on Luke, and with one last breath, mouthed ‘I love you’ pleading that Luke could see, could feel his love, his devotion. 

A red bolt of light struck through his chest and Luke screamed. 

– 

As Luke opened his eyes, a wave of vertigo hit him, causing him to jerk to his side and retch. 

“Goodness young one, careful now.” Obi’s soothing voice said as Luke felt him rub his hand up and down his back. 

“Oh thank force.” Luke had never been more relieved to hear Ben’s voice in his life. But then, another caught his ear, slightly to the left of Obi-Wan’s.  

He couldn’t quite place it, even though it felt strangely familiar to him. In a way a distant dream feels right after waking. Just out of reach. 

“Master, I’m not sure you should get so close to him.” It remarked. “He feels…strange in the force. Can’t you feel it?”

“Nonsense Anakin, he’s so young, and his signature is bright. Almost as bright as yours.” 

As soon as that name left Ben’s lips, Luke sat straight up, eyes opened wide, breath coming in short. It couldn’t be. It wasn’t possible. But as soon as his eyes focused on Obi-Wan he knew there was no other explanation. The fine lines, his sun dusted skin was gone. In front of him was a man he’d never known before. A Jedi before disaster, before the end of all he’d ever known. His breath hitched, knowing that if he looked to his side that his…his father would be there. Anakin Skywalker, breathing and in the flesh. His breaths came in faster, harsher.

“Breath, y– must brea– young one.” Obi-Wan’s voice filtered in and out of Luke’s ears, but it didn’t help. Nothing could help this. This wasn’t a nightmare Ben could soothe him through. His Ben, His Obi, was gone. He was gone and there was nothing he could do about it. 

As soon as the thought passed his mind, all he could feel was anger. A rage he had never felt before. And right in front of him was the man who had stolen Obi-Wan away from him. Had killed and thrown him into the sand like trash. 

“Obi-Wan,” Anakin said through gritted teeth, “I think you should get away from him. Now Obi-Wan. I can feel his anger.” Anakin reached to grab his master’s shoulder to pull him back. 

No! Force no. Not again. Luke would never let this man, this monster hurt Ben again. Suddenly, before either Anakin or Obi-Wan knew what was happening, Anakin was thrown towards the ground, Luke snarling at him like a wounded animal.

“Don’t touch him! Don’t even go near him! Take one step and you’ll be dead, I swear on my life!”

“Anakin!” Obi-Wan shouted. “Are you alright?” 

Anakin groaned from his position, but held a thumbs up in response, letting Obi-Wan sigh in relief.

“Child, I’m not sure who you are, or who you think we are, but I promise you, no harm will come to you. Not from us, or anyone else for that matter.” 

“Ben, please,” Luke pleaded, tears forming in his eyes. “You don’t know that. You don’t know what he’s done, what he’ll do!” 

On the ground Anakin stiffened, eyes hardening. “Master, he's delirious. He doesn’t even know what’s going on, and with that much power in the force, he seems more like a threat than anything else.” 

Obi-Wan shot a look of disbelief towards Anakin. “You can’t be serious Anakin. Look at him, we need to make sure he’s alright. Cognizant at the very least. It’s our duty to help those in need, or have you forgotten?”

Clenching his jaw he nodded. In a gruff voice he asks “What’s your name kid? You’ve got a hell of grip on the force and I’d at least like to know who we’re working with.”

Still shaking and gripping Obi-Wan’s hand, he responds in a tight voice. “Luke.”

Both men glance at each other, then back towards Luke, bringing back his overwhelming sense to cry. “Just Luke, young one?”

“Just–Just Luke.” 

Anakin, looking vaguely uncomfortable, but with softer eyes says “Do you…Do you not know your last name?”

“Are you asking if I’m a slave Skywalker?”

Anakin’s eyes hardened once again. “Exactly how do you know my last name Luke?” Spitting out his name with venom, glancing again towards Obi-Wan, who finally looked to be regarding Luke with more suspicion, yet still curiously letting the young man grip his hand. 

Luke’s eyes widened at the slip up. Stuttering, “I mean, you. You’re uh, the hero with no fear right?” looking apprehensively towards both men. “Everyone called–” Luke shakes his head. “Calls you the team right?”

Letting out a sigh, Obi-Wan looks back at Anakin. “See? Nothing new here. You know we’ve gained quite the publicity these days dear one.”  

Anakin’s eyes stayed suspicious, but his shoulders slumped. Groaning, “I told you those holo interviews were a bad idea Obi-Wan.” 

“Well,” Obi-Wan shrugged his shoulders, “nothing to be done about that now. But, back to the matter at hand, where in the world did you come from Luke? One moment, Anakin and I are discussing battle plans in a locked room, and the next you seem to appear on our floor out of thin air. Care to enlighten us young one?” 

Luke knew that voice. That was Obi’s I’m asking, but I’m not really asking if you catch my drift, voice. But it seemed…hardened almost. Not the one he would use on Luke when he hid his toys or came home from another scuffle with the boys who used to pick on Biggs. He had never been on the other side of it when it sounded like this. Like he wasn’t to be trusted, just another trooper they had to get past, or some low life bounty hunter trying to swindle them out of credits. 

And for the second time in that moment, the reality of his situation hit him full force. Obi-Wan was gone. He had seen it. His life ripped from his body, trying like he always did to protect Luke. 

Letting go of Obi-Wan’s hand and pulling his legs in, resting his forehead on his knees, in a hollow voice, Luke whispered “He’s dead. He’s dead.” His hands began to shake, his control slipping as objects started to float around the three of them.

“Who Luke? Whose dead?” Anakin asks. 

Snapping his head up to look Anakin directly in the eyes, “The most important man in the galaxy.” 

#star wars #obi wan and anakin #obi wan kenobi #luke skywalker #anakin skywalker #my writing #ao3 fanfic #star wars prequels #star wars original trilogy #time travel #my sad men being sad #star wars fanfiction

[deepwoundsandfadedscars]

Happy Whumpmas (•∇•。) 🎅🎄🎁🦌 🍪 🥛!!! You have just been snowballed by a secret whumper. Help to keep the snowball fight going by anonymously sending this to five other whumpers with a whump-related question of your choice: of the movies, shows, books, games or podcasts you consumed this year, what were your top three favourite whump moments?

Thank you 😊

Oh god, what is time any more, I need to like scroll back through my blog archive and see what I most fixated on in the past year, hold on a sec 😂

Lucas getting poisoned in La Brea 2x06/2x07 was so good 😌👌

Henry in The Time Traveler's Wife 1x06 trying to find a way to keep himself from time traveling but instead just making him lose even more control of his powers while in a drugged state

Obi-wan in the Kenobi series 1x04 when he's fading in and out of consciousness after being burned, even looking at that gifset still gives me whumperflies 🦋

And I'll give special mention to some books I read this year, Rabbits by Terry Miles (the POV character randomly passes out so many times and it's great) and then the Murderbot Diaries by Martha Wells. Book 5 in particular (which you should read after book 6 if anyone's interested in reading the series) there were a couple spots where I dropped my e-reader in distress cause I really thought that was it for the main character, I thought it was done forever and the story was about to shift perspective to someone else and that made me feel so many strong emotions, which I really like in a book lol

#thanks for the ask~! #whumpmas #also moon knight and halo and killjoys #all in general were great #killjoys is 'old' but i didn't watch it in full until this year so shhh #i forgot to look at what time i started 'research' for this ask but it was probably almost an hour 😂

[mediculling]

Talk about loom

my beloved. my ligh+. +he very air +ha+ I brea+he.

every nigh+ +ha+ I wake and see +heir face. I feel blessed +o have even me+ +hem. +o know +hem as I do. I wan+ +o embody all +ha+ +hey are. +o kiss +hem un+il +he lines be+ween us blur and fade.

I adore +hem. wi+h all +ha+ I am.

[marksgirl]

Why aren’t I seeing titties on my screen rn???

#wtf?? #someone send moods #I wan see breas #bobs #ayametalks #funny twitter #memes #comedy #women #wlw

[athousandhorrors]

Watched between 14/08/2020 and 14/08/2021

1. The Babysitter (2017) - dir. by McG

2. Jennifer’s Body (2009) - dir. by Karyn Kusama

3. Basic Instinct (1992) - dir. by Paul Verhoeven

4. Jaws (1975) - dir. by Steven Spielberg

5. The Babysitter: Killer Queen (2020) - dir. by McG

6. Anaconda (1997) - dir. by Luis Llosa

7. Il Legame (2020) - dir. by Domenico Emanuele de Feudis

8. The Invitation (2015) - dir. by Karyn Kusama

9. House of Wax (2005) - dir. by Jaume Collet-Serra

10. Urband Legend (1998) - dir. by Jamie Blanks

11. Gretel & Hansel (2020) - dir. by Oz Perkins

12. The Awakening (2011) - dir. by Nick Murphy

13. Annihilation (2018) - dir. by Alex Garland

14. Kadaver (2020) - dir. by Jarand Herdal

15. In the Tall Grass (2019) - dir. by Vincenzo Natali

16. Antebellum (2020) - dir. by Gerard Bush and Christopher Renz

17. Fantasy Island (2020) - dir. by Jeff Wadlow

18. The Evil Dead (1981) - dir. by Sam Raimi

19. Hostel (2005) - dir. by Eli Roth

20. ATM (2012) - dir. by David Brooks

21. The Owners (2020) - dir. by Julius Berg

22. Deadly Illusions (2021) - dir. by Elizabeth James

23. The Postcard Killings (2020) - dir. by Danis Tanović

24. The Super (2017) - dir. by Stephan Rick

25. The Woman in the Window (2021) - dir. by Joe Wright

26. Z (2019) - dir. by Brandon Christensen

27. Evil Dead II (1987) - dir. by Sam Raimi

28. Army of Darkness (1992) - dir. by Sam Raimi

29. Tremors (1990) - dir. by Ron Underwood

30. Things Heard & Seen (2021) - dir. by Shari Springer Berman and Robert Pulcini

31. Run (2020) - dir. by Aneesh Chaganty

32. The Platform (2019) - dir. by Galder Gaztelu-Urrutia

33. Night of the Living Dead (1968) - dir. by George A. Romero

34. Host (2020) - dir. by Rob Savage

35. I See You (2019) - dir. by Adam Randall

36. Unfriended (2014) - dir. by Levan Gabriadze

37. Deprivation (2019) - dir. by Chris Foster

38. 12 Hour Shift (2020) - dir. by Brea Grant

39. Unfriended: Dark Web (2018) - dir. by Stephen Susco

40. Midsommar (2019) - dir. by Ari Aster

41. The Witch (2015) - dir. by Robert Eggers

42. The Silence (2019) - dir. by John R. Leonetti

43. The Cabin in the Woods (2011) - dir. by Drew Goddard

44. The Block Island Sound (2020) - dir. by Kevin McManus and Matthew McManus

45. Mara (2018) - dir. by Clive Tonge

46. The Ape (1940) - dir. by William Nigh

47. Hagazussa: A Heathen’s Curse (2017) - dir. by Lukas Feigelfeld

48. The Call (2020) - dir. by Lee Chung-hyeon

49. The Conjuring (2013) - dir. by James Wan

50. The Conjuring 2 (2016) - dir. by James Wan

51. The Wolf Man (1941) - dir. by George Wagger

52. They’re Inside (2019) - dir. by John-Paul Panelli

53. Annabelle: Creation (2017) - dir. by David F. Sandberg

54. Ring 0: Birthday (2000) - dir. by Norio Tsuruta

55. The Unholy (2021) - dir. by Evan Spiliotopoulos

56. Ring (1998) - dir. by Hideo Nakata

57. El Orfanato (2007) - dir. by J. A. Bayona

58. Annabelle Comes Home (2019) - dir. by Gary Dauberman

59. The Banana Splits Movie (2019) - dir. by Danishka Esterhazy

60. Fear Street Part One: 1994 (2021) - dir. by Leigh Janiak

61. Fear Street Part Two: 1978 (2021) - dir. by Leigh Janiak

62. Fear Street Part Three: 1666 (2021) - dir. by Leigh Janiak

63. A Classic Horror Story (2021) - dir. by Roberto de Feo and Paolo Strippoli

64. Lifechanger (2018) - dir. by Justin McConnel

65. The Conjuring: The Devil Made Me Do It (2021) - dir. by Michael Chaves

66. Hush (2016) - dir. by Mike Flanagan

67. Eli (2019) - dir. by Ciaran Foy

68. Girl on the Third Floor (2019) - dir. by Travis Stevens

69. Wounds (2019) - dir. by Babak Anvari

70. The Guardian (1990) - dir. by William Friedkin

71. The Final Girls (2015) - dir. by Todd Strauss-Schulson

72. The Blair Witch Project (1999) - dir. by Eduardo Sánchez and Daniel Myrick

73. The Farm (2018) - dir. by Hans Stjernswärd

74. Aftermath (2021) - dir. by Peter Winther

75. The Open House (2018) - dir. by Suzanne Coote and Matt Angel

76. Suspiria (1977) - dir. by Dario Argento

77. Hellraiser (1987) - dir. by Clive Barker

78. Hellbound: Hellraiser II (1988) - dir. by Tony Randel

79. Suspiria (2018) - dir. by Luca Guadagnino

80. Saw (2004) - dir. by James Wan

81. Saw II (2005) - dir. by Darren Lynn Bousman

82. The Assent (2019) - dir. by Pearry Teo

83. Insidious (2010) - dir. by James Wan

84. Saw III (2006) - dir. by Darren Lynn Bousman

85. Nocturne (2020) - dir. by Zu Quirke

86. Frozen (2010) - dir. by Adam Green

87. Safer at Home (2021) - dir. by Will Wernick

88. Scream (1996) - dir. by Wes Craven

89. Scream 2 (1997) - dir. by Wes Craven

90. Scream 3 (2000) - dir. by Wes Craven

91. The Craft (1996) - dir. by Andrew Fleming

92. Open Water (2003) - dir. by Chris Kentis

93. Sinister (2012) - dir. by Scott Derrickson

94. Scream 4 (2011) - dir. by Wes Craven

95. Sinister 2 (2015) - dir. by Ciaran Foy

96. Hellraiser III: Hell on Earth (1992) - dir. by Anthony Hickox

97. The Old Ways (2020) - dir. by Christopher Alender

98. La Nuée: The Swarm (2020) - dir. by Just Philippot

99. Boogeyman (2015) - dir. by Stephen Kay

100. Halloween (1978) - dir. by John Carpenter

#first 100 movies #badges #2021 #fav

[thewonderladie]

For Day 3 of PadMay2021

How might I change Padmé’s story

The first thing is, Padmé would live, but I guess that goes without saying. It's a long one so please keep reading if you're so inclined. Also, I was just spitballing so I didn't give it as much thought. My challenge to myself was to basically keep a lot of the film elements but just have Padmé be there and I really wanted to do this prompt for today! Twitter thread posted as well.

I think what I would have done is kept those deleted scenes from Attack of the Clones and Revenge of the Sith in, especially the ones showing the growing dissatisfaction with Chancellor Palpatine. Padmé would have been one of the leaders/founders of what would later become the Rebellion. We would see her more in the Senate, trying to limit Palpatine’s powers but ultimately failing. It is here that her faith in the Republic begins wavering. She goes to Mustafar to confront Anakin and confirm her suspicions about his Fall. Everything still plays out the same way, except she lives.

Now that Anakin has become Darth Vadar, Padmé knows that she and her babies are no longer safe near him. With the help of Bail and Brea Organa, she goes into hiding on Alderaan, faking her death and that of her unborn child(ren). Together, they along with Brea Organa, Mon Mothma and other Senators start sowing the seeds of rebellion. When the twins are old enough, Padmé comes out of hiding. She meets back up with Obi-Wan (whom she had kept in sporadic contact over the years for everyone’s safety) and everything from A New Hope pretty much plays out the same, except now in addition to Obi-Wan, Vadar now feels Padmé’s presence once more and begins questioning everything even before he realizes that Luke is his son.

Padmé encourages Leia to be part of the Rebellion and she herself becomes Mon Mothma’s second in command once she officially comes out of hiding. She is helping to organize relief efforts and encourage other planets and sectors to join the Rebellion. While Vadar still longs for Padmé, she in turn has moved on. It was heartbreaking but the only way she could survive. Everything in Empire Strikes Back happens the same. Padmé confirms to both Leia and Luke who their father really is. Vadar must choose between his family and the Empire.

Padmé truly believes in their cause and begins formulating what life looks like after the fighting is over, even though a big part of her is tired and wants to return to Naboo. She, along with Mon Mothma, begin the hard work of creating the New Republic. Everything in Return of the Jedi plays out the same, although Padmé is reluctant for Luke (or Leia) to be a Jedi. That fear of what happened with Anakin is always on the forefront of her mind. But she has raised her children to be kind, goodhearted people and doesn’t need to worry as much as she does. She was a popular, beloved senator and queen and inadvertently becomes the face of the Rebellion once she comes out of hiding. It was because of her and her story that other planets and sectors left the Empire and she is rewarded by becoming the New Republic Vice-Chancellor once the Battle of Jakku is finished and the New Republic is beginning.

Luke goes on his Jedi journey, as he did post-ROTJ and Leia continues her political career as she did post-ROTJ. She becomes the Senator from Naboo and finds herself constantly in her mother’s shadow, even after her own accolades. While she loves Padmé dearly, she has always wondered if she only got to be where she was because of Padmé. By the time of the sequel trilogy, Padmé is in her 80s has stepped away from politics entirely, living out her days on Naboo. She counsels Leia whenever her daughter needs it but is otherwise content to let her children live their lives as they see fit.

When Kylo Ren, her grandson, is revealed to have fallen under the influence of Snoke, her fears are brought back front and center. She tries to confront her grandson several times, to get him to see the light and to remind him that his grandfather eventually found his way back. But it is all in vain and he kills his father in a last-ditch effort to fall completely to the dark side. Padmé sees Anakin in her grandson, and it breaks her heart. But, she feels as though she hadn’t worked hard enough with Anakin and refuses to give up on her grandson.

Padmé uses all of her political connections to help Leia and the Resistance fight off the First Order. She works in the background to try and help her grandson but he is determined to go down that same path. IN MY VERSION, PALPATINE STAYS DEAD AND SNOKE IS A NEW CHARACTER ENTIRELY DOING HIS OWN THING.

After Kylo Ren kills Snoke, he becomes the new Supreme Leader, much to the dismay of his mother and grandmother. They realize that there is little they can do to save him from himself. For Leia, she feels like a failure of a mother. For Padmé, it is history repeating. Eventually the First Order is overwhelmed by the Resistance and they are forced to surrender/retreat. Kylo Ren is taken into custody where he has to answer for his crimes. Padmé gets one last chance to speak to her grandson and talks to him about Anakin, why she never stopped fighting or believing in diplomacy, her love for him but also her disappointment that he willingly chose the easy path. Leia also has a difficult conversation with him.

Her story ends where it began: in Naboo. While her fighting days are long behind her, her spirit lives on in her daughter and the others who were inspired by the both of them.

#padmay2021 #padmay #padmé amidala #padme amidala

[ct7567329]

War Against Us: Captain Rex x Reader: Chapter 5

You stood around the hologram on the Defender with Anakin and Obi-Wan. Your Master was explaining your next course of action. To your surprise, he requested for you and Anakin to take the 501st to Naboo for some down time.

"Master, why aren't we going to Coruscant?" You didn't really mind going to Naboo, you had a small house there, but you figured you'd go to Coruscant.

"We are starting to believe that the clones need a break every now and then," Master Windu started, "in supply room 329D on the Defender, you'll find civilian clothes. Hand them out to the men of the 501st. They deserve a break. May the force be with you." Your Master's hologram faded away.

"I'll tell the boys," You rushed to say.

"That was fast," Anakin laughed, smirking at you.

"What?" You laughed back, while walking to the barracks.

(...........)

About a dozen members of the 501st were sitting in a circle laughing with each other, playing a game Fives introduced to them a while ago. He learned it while on a mission in Coruscant.

"And that is why I would never, EVER, say that to General Skywalker!" Hardcase laughed and continued, "Ah, alright. Uhm, Rex, truth or dare?"

"Truth," Rex stated without hesitation. "Hmm," Hardcase mumbles, "I've got a good one! Do you have the hots for General (Y/LN)?".

The whole group gasped as Rex shook his head. "I believe that is against the rules and I could never brea-".

The door to the barracks opened and you walked in. You noticed Rex was talking but as soon as you entered, he seemed to suddenly stop and all the other men were hysterically laughing.

"Alright, I'm not even going to ask what was going on here, but we have just received a transmission from General Windu. You boys are going on break. You all will have 3 days to relax on Naboo. We will be staying in Theed. I'm going to take you guys to get civilian clothes so you will blend in," you informed them. They all seemed very excited.

The boys followed you to the supply closet to get their civilian clothes. You opened the door and they went in single file to collect their clothing. As Rex walked in, he smiled as you, and never lost his eye contact with you. You bowed your head at him and looked away. It didn't take long for the boys to pick outfits and before long, they were back into their barracks. Rex didn't walk back though, he walked right passed the barracks.

"Rex, where are you going?" You asked. He turned around, his clothes still in his arms.

"I'm going to Cody's barracks. I would like to talk to him," Rex replied softly.

"Alright. Hey,  zyemus naktis, Captain," You lightly saluted him and smiled.

"You too General," he replied, turning back around and walking to Cody.

(.....................)

Rex knocked on Cody's barrack door and Cody answered, "Hey brother! What's up?".

Rex sighed, "Is Crys here?". Crys was Cody's roommate when he was on the ship barracks.

"He's out at the mess hall with a few others, why?" Cody asked, very concerned.

"I need to talk to you," Rex replied. He walked into Cody's barrack and sat on the edge of Crys' bed. Cody sat on the edge of his as Rex began to talk. "It's about the General. General (Y/LN) to be specific." Rex frowned.

"What about her Rex?" Cody questioned.

"When we were on Rishi, General Skywalker put us into pairs and she was paired with me. I figured it was so that she could get to know me, you know, because she's a new general and I'm the captain. Well that night, her and I were alone in a cave and we were talking. It got really personal. I got this feeling that I've never felt before. I could feel warmth and comfort coming from, well, my heart. Cody, I think I like her. Not like the way I like Anakin or Ahsoka, but I love her. She cared enough about my life to listen to me and get to know me. She is so compassionate to us. She treats us clones like people who have a meaning in life. I really like her Cody." Rex put his face in his palms and sighed, "I don't know what to do. It's against the rules, and I'm a loyal man, but I would be willing to bend the rules for her."

The last part caught Cody by surprise. "Rex, I could tell just by listening to you talk about her on Rishi, you liked her. I think you should tell her. Maybe she feels the same!" Cody smiled.

"But what if she doesn't feel the same, and I tell her." Rex groaned, throwing his head back onto the bed.

"Rex, do it. I have a good feeling about this. Have I ever led you in the wrong direction?" Cody smiled at his best friend. Cody held out his hand to help Rex off the bed. Rex grabbed his hand and exhaled loudly.

"I need to say something to her," Rex exclaimed, standing up with confidence. "I think I will go to her now, thank you brother." Cody patted Rex on the back.

"You can do it!" He said to encourage him, "Oh and Rex, take this when you see her," he handed him a flower. "I picked it up on the mission on Rishi."

Rex thanked Cody and made his was to (Y/N).

(............)

Rex approached your door. Laying in bed, reading, you heard a knock. Using the force, you unlocked your door.

"It's open!" You called, shoving the book under your pillow. The door opened, it was Rex.

"Hello Captain! I thought you were going to bed," you said, scooting to the end of your bed, "don't be shy, come in!"

Rex came into your barrack and shut the door. "What do you need, Rex?" you asked as he sat down on the bed across from yours.

"Uh, this is for you." He held out this hand and handed you the flower.

You smiled. "Thank you Rex, it's very pretty!" You took the flower and put it in a cup full of water on your desk.

"I need to talk to you (Y/N)." Rex seemed very nervous.

"What's up Rex?" You asked, sensing the nervousness within him and you were feeling nervous yourself. Part of you was hoping Rex would say something romantic, but then again, you didn't. Ever since you met Rex, there has been an ongoing battle in your head whether or not he's worth breaking the Jedi Code and sneaking around. You were pretty sure he was, but you were scared.

Master Yoda always said fear leads to the dark side, but you were sure nervousness over a crush couldn't turn you bad. You could never turn bad after what your-

Your thoughts were cut off by Rex talking. "I hate to sound weird or make you uncomfortable, but I wanted to know that I really enjoyed our conversation on Rishi." He looked away from you.

"So did I, Rex," you sighed, patting the bed next to you. Rex glanced over and saw you signaling him to sit next to you. He got up and did as you gestured. He exhaled loudly. You tried to sense why he was acting so scared, but it was a bit fuzzy. You never looked away from him as he was trying to talk to you. His mouth would open his mouth but nothing would come out.

His hands were flat on your bed, to his sides and he was literally on the edge of his seat. Out of your compassionate nature, you put your hand over his.

"Rex, it's okay," You smiled, putting your other hand on his chin, moving his face to face yours.

#captain rex x reader #captain rex #ct7567329writes

[viktor-noctis]

Harvest Moon

Anakin Skywalker wanted to kill everyone in the room. And then himself.

Even if they didn’t know who he was, because the chance they might find out was too terrifying to consider.

But they hadn’t. He knew they hadn’t. Because if they had, they would all have died of laughter before he could slice them into little pieces with his lightsaber. Which he didn’t have.

This night just keeps getting better and better.

He had completed well over two-hundred missions since he joined the Jedi Order, from escorting diplomats, brokering peace between nations, and fighting on battlefields the galaxy over. He had traversed forests full of dangerous, man-eating flora, ice cloaked mountains with beasts that could rip one apart in seconds, and even desserts. Full of sand. Which he believed was far eviler than the worms waiting beneath the surface of the dunes, ready to swallow one whole, or any of the previous threats combined. He would take any of them, all of them, even a dustbowl, over his current assignment.

On paper, it looked standard: use secured invitation to get inside of a party of ambassadors, senators, and potential members of the Separatists. Easy. Sneak past heavily armored centurion guards wielding plasma canons and ion missiles that may or may not have heat seeker technology embedded in them. Interesting, without a weapon, but not impossible. Find information regarding the movements of enemy shipments, containing stolen kyber crystals, and potential hostages of their side. Somewhat difficult… If one didn’t possess an encrypted pass code, capable of rapid copying the necessary data in record time. All-in-all, the usual kind of Jedi mission that included a bit of espionage on the side.

Except the teeny, tiny, minute detail of the invitation being formatted for a Lady Skylar Erie.

A woman from a small, noble house on Naboo. She was twenty-two years old, six feet tall exactly, and didn’t speak due to a childhood incident. Her hair was a light brown with touches of golden blond, possessing eyes the color of dark turquoise gems, and skin bronzed by the sun. Lady Skyler had full, dark lips, now shaded to a deep crimson, and high cheekbones. Her shoulders were broad, her legs long, and –

“Luckily,” the stylist had smiled at him in the mirror, “handsome young men make beautiful women.” Obi-Wan didn’t look like he agreed with that statement. His arms were crossed, eyes wide beneath his furrowed brow, and lips pursed within his beard… which he was stroking. Which meant he was looking for something comforting to say. Anakin was almost curious what sort of backwards, reorganized Yoda-phrase he would use, no doubt intended to distract him from that fact that he made a passable woman in a pinch. His former master opened and closed his mouth several times, forming nothing, and eventually just let a burst of air out behind his sealed lips. Which was probably the wisest thing he could have done.

The dress was another monstrous affair. The fact that Padma had been the one to gift the pattern to the tailor made him want to jump off the nearest bridge. Because that meant it was from Naboo, which was notorious for having so many hard to navigate layers, it was like trying to solve a puzzle maze. He’d overheat and die. Either that, or it would be a flowing slip of silk that would immediately give away the fact he was a man, and he could already see the billboard tagline all over the tabloid side of the holonet.

A form fitted, off the shoulder, obsidian gown arrived. There was a deep cerulean, satin sash that wrapped around the top, no doubt to hide his lack of cleavage, and draped down to curl over the low arches of his hips, falling down his buttocks like a tail. The entire thing was accented with ivory stones across the top, coiling in abstract patterns down his ribs, growing smaller till they faded at his thighs. Made from the finest silks, the whole thing had been custom fitted for him a week before.

“It’s a shame you want to destroy it.” Obi-Wan’s voice held six feet worth of lamentation that Anakin was ready to bury him in. “It’s rather beautiful.” One look from Anakin had shut him up for the entire evening. He had his word that when they made it back to the Temple, he was allowed to slice it to pieces with his saber until it was nothing but a smoldering, crumpled ruin of unidentifiable cloth and cracked stones. He was also not to take a single holo of him in it, no matter how much Senator Amidala plead or bargained.

However, he had quickly realized that the most dangerous part of his mission didn’t entail trying not to fall flat on his face while wearing three inch heels (how Padme managed the ‘dagger stilettoes’ that were over five he would never know, but he was going to bow down on his knees the next time he saw her), nor glaring at the men who gave his backside leering glances (he just about managed not to Force push that last one’s face straight into the buffet table), or even punching the last piece of kriffing, snorg-birthed, moose-goose snot brained –

I hate this, I hate this, I hatethis, IhatethisIhatethisIhatethis –

He almost tore his dress. Again.

No, the most dangerous part of his mission was none of the above. It was navigating the toxic snake pit filled with people he knew almost nothing about. Oh, some of them he had seen, certainly: thieves, murderers, drug dealers, and slave traders. They were up to their ears in nothing but filth and injustice, the lowest of the low, scum that he had to smile and play nice with like a mute, pretty girl with only three brain cells to her name would.

Anakin’s face hadn’t stopped burning the whole evening. He only prayed his embarrassment couldn’t melt away the layers of foundation and contour applied to his features. She’d even combed and fixed his hair, plating the strands into a short braid with ribbon that matched his dress, and flowers that curled into the elaborate cuffs around his ears. He hated the jewelry almost as much as the gown… the dainty chains in his lobes had snow drops on the ends, bearing sapphires so deep they appeared onyx. The choker around his neck was emblazoned with them as well, with diamonds that offset the ones on the dress.

He had to wear gloves. To cover up his mechanical arm, as if it were something to be ashamed of. Anakin managed to contain a growl, keeping his fan close to the lower portion of his face. He didn’t dare lower it, least someone find his jaw too strong, his neck too thick.

How can anyone believe this? Maybe everyone around him thought it was just as ludicrous, just as impossible that Anakin Skywalker liked to spend his Tuesday evenings dressed as a woman, strutting around some of the worst moss-pit vipers in the galaxy. He swallowed what remained of his pride.

Get the information. Get out. You’ve done this a thousand times before. Never like this he hadn’t.

He had the advantage of his height at least, his gaze straying over the facades in attendance, knowing his mark would favor a more private location. The mask they had given him was just insult to injury… It covered everything above his cheekbones, wrapping over the bridge of his nose. Carved from delicate ivory, with swirls and coils painted on in black at the top, fading to midnight blue around his eyes, and then a rich silver at the edges. The top of the brow split in a mane of feathers, mimicking the shades already present. According to Obi-Wan, it was meant to represent a delicate, blue bird found on a planet covered mostly in water in the furthermost reaches.

Anakin almost felt relieved when he saw his target in the throng of dignitaries. His mask wasn’t strapped on like his own was, dangling from his right hand, while his left arm remained occupied by a Togruta girl with red skin and yellow horns. He really did not need to be thinking of Ahsoka right now. What would she say if she could see him? She’d never stop talking about it. She’d probably sneak a holo or two just to save for future blackmailing purposes, because what sane Padawan would pass up the opportunity to have a picture of their Master all dressed up for the ball?

The man in question, with more gold than white or black in his mouth, was one Fren Pollock. After obtaining a hard-won pardon from the Republic – something that made Anakin’s teeth grind – he had somehow acquired a governorship on a small lunar colony. Drugs, munitions, and people, nothing was beneath him. Anakin found himself reveling in the notion of bringing him down, of dismantling his little empire into the dust, and taking all of his accomplices with him.

“Woah there, blondie.” A bodyguard. One of four. No armor, no weapons, as was the standard, per the request of the hosts.

[ I’m really terrible at writing scum bags, but Fren allows Anakin closer, only to drug him. Someone intervenes, of course, but after unmasking Anakin things go from bad to worse. Also, Dooku wears a Loth-wolf mask. - ]

“I believe the young Lady has had enough.” Anakin’s stomach dropped. He couldn’t breathe. His next whimper was stifled against a hard chest. Hands, warm and solid, one on his wrist, and the other on his back. Protective, almost tender, they held him steady against the taller man.

 The chuckle that emanated from the Count tightened around his chest. The air left him, slipping free in a low, hoarse whimper. Dooku just laughed harder. Anakin didn’t dare raise his head to see the slice of his grin through his cheeks.

“My, my, this evening is just full of surprises.” Dooku’s sneer rippled through his already weak knees. They shuddered beneath him, leaving him to sway dangerously. “I didn’t expect to find you here, Skywalker, but considering this turn of events, I’m rather glad I did.” Red and blue. Anakin’s teeth clenched, jaw ringing with the pain, straight into his temples. He should jerk forward, smash his head into Dooku’s nose. Crimson and azure. Their sabers should clash, they always had, easy and familiar. Darkness and light, trading breath and edge, till one consumed the other. Mars and Venus. Planetoids too far to know, yet the tales of them were wreathed in the fantastical. The coin flipped, came down in a shower of sparks that were the shades of stars.

Dooku tasted like something bitter and yet sweet. It reminded Anakin of the grapes Padme had given him while they were visiting Alderaan, off a vine five years old. She said they were native to the planet, that they would keep the same fruits without dropping them for hundreds of years, but when they were plucked clean… they died. Those same plants were the reason the planet was known for its wine. She had challenged him to taste as many as he could, all the way up to the first century. They made his nose wrinkle, his vision darkening as his eyes squinted, then misted with tears he blinked away. He didn’t even get to twenty.

He still had the gift… the one Bail Organa had given him. He had winked at him, saying something about how even Jedi needed to have fun every once in a while. The crystal, ruby embossed bottle was hidden somewhere under his bunk, protected by his worn, old Padawan robes. He still didn’t know how a beverage made from fruit as old as Yoda was supposed to be a good.

“What are you doing?!” His head throbbed. His parted lips trembled, prickling with something he couldn’t name. Anakin’s cheeks were still burning, but a new heat had been added from the friction of the Count’s beard. Dooku’s hand gripped his bicep, the muscle throbbing beneath his hard palm. Anakin could feel the bruises forming, the pulse of blood beneath the surface. He’d torn away, smashing him into the wall, and he had… he had kissed Count Dooku, a known Sith Lord, and leader of the Separatist Systems Alliance. A tremble lanced through him, clinging to his muscles, till he felt as if he were going to shake straight out of his skin.

Anakin’s head twisted, turning away from Dooku, but his body wouldn’t follow as easily. His tongue clung to the roof of his mouth, thick with the ichor of whatever had been in his drink. He swallowed it back, trying to free himself of the Count’s hand with a sluggish, surly throw of his shoulder. He stumbled instead, pivoting dangerously close to the wall, but durasteel bands took hold of his waist. His body jerked, a whimper exiting his lungs as they compressed. The darkness crept into his vision, stifling him in the heat and musk of whoever held him.

“What have you done?” Far away, harsh and whispered. The syllables grated against his scorching ears. His throat ached with the sound that left him, high-pitched and terrible. His mouth contacted something solid and warm and smooth. He couldn’t help but rub his face into the warmth of that broad shoulder. Whoever held him smelled like heat and spice.

Padme and Obi-Wan sat across from him, laughing as his face twisted. He had grown up a poor boy on Tatooine, you didn’t just waste food, no matter how much you didn’t like it. Which meant swallowing down whatever you were given, which meant he was willing to try anything once. Even the boiled bark of a strange planet. It was not the taste, but the brittle texture on his tongue. Citrus and tang, almost metallic in its bite, sliding down his throat with the same viscosity of honey, and the viciousness of alcohol.

That was the smell that surrounded him now, sharp and distinct. There was something overtop, layered on to smooth the undercurrent of that wild, intoxicating aroma. Anakin almost thought it was… roses. Yes, roses. Extravagant and sweet, enough to hide the Loth-wolf’s true scent.

[ Dooku makes a strategic retreat, taking Anakin with him back to his room… Mistake. The drug is in him now, and inhibition is taking a nosedive straight into hell. He puts Anakin in his room, where he struggles out of the dress, tearing off the jewelry, and rubs at his face. The Count returns after a thunderous crash, effectively shattering every bottle in his private bar. Not good… He returns to the room, submerged in darkness, standing at the end of the bed… ]

Anakin trembled beneath his own pride.

The moonlight splayed over his shoulders, weaving through his white hair, curving over the hard edges of the right side of his face. His eyes, cheeks, lips, chin, his entire face lost to the shadows. Anakin could see nothing of him, but he could imagine the furrow of his brow, the pull of his mouth into that familiar sneer. Or would his cheeks ripple with a snarl? He almost wished he could see him, the revulsion of his features, the cruel amusement preferable to the void that stared back at him.

He could feel something though, intangible as the Force, but as palpable as its presence. Dooku’s gaze. Those hard, dark orbs, piercing his bunched shoulders, his heaving chest, the tremble of his stomach.

He lost.

“Please…”

[ And this is as far as I got because I’m terrible. I’m not tagging this much either, because its a WIP. ]

#WIP

[cloudbattrolls]

PLASKE: troll Valtin.

In which two assholes have a surprisingly long conversation.

[09:14] -- immaculateApathy [IA] began pestering voluntoldMilitia [VM] at 21:14 --

[09:14] IA: I see a fuchsia in the mire, and I wonder.

[09:14] IA: What kind is this one?

[09:14] IA: Are they some fluffy-headed starlet?

[09:15] IA: Some tragically pathetic aspiring politician?

[09:16] IA: Or are they just one of the other endless pieces of fodder trying to carve out some sort of meaning before they die in a particularly amusing fashion.

[09:17] VM: Oh, how droll!

[09:17] VM: No insul+s?

[09:17] IA: Drolle is my line name.

[09:17] IA: Don't wear it out.

[09:17] VM: No+ a weak winded gasp of wader righ+ +o my face?

[09:17] VM: or an allusion +o +he fac+ I have gill ro+?

[09:17] IA: I had gill rot once. It was a remarkably entertaining experience telling all the indigos that it would make them grow gills too.

[09:18] VM: Or +ha+ I'm louging on a chaise, complaining +ha+ a servan+ is five seconds +oo slow bringing me +ea?

[09:18] VM: Hah!

[09:18] IA: Obviously the servant was ten seconds too slow.

[09:18] IA: Get your line right.

[09:18] VM: Well isn'+ +ha+ a way +o scare people.

[09:18] IA: It's like you're not even fuchsia

[09:18] VM: And please. +en seconds - excuse me.

[09:18] IA: Maybe you're not!

[09:18] IA: Maybe you're a very, very ambitious maroon.

[09:18] IA: In which case: good for you!

[09:18] IA: We all need dreams in life.

[09:19] IA: I support your playacting one hundred percent.

[09:19] VM: Well aren'+ you a chuckle fuck? Do you play a+ being a seadweller or are you jus+ a par+icularly high indigo +oo busy snor+ing congealed faygo?

[09:20] IA: I had no idea I was speaking with such a charming individual. I'm legally indigo! Though I have to admit; for someone who called the cliches, you ARE quick to use them.

[09:20] IA: Why, just because I'm a clown doesn't mean I've ever touched faygo. Maybe I abhor it.

[09:20] IA: Maybe I set it all on fire and make the other clowns watch so I can take glee as they ruin their facepaint.

[09:20] VM: Maybe you're ba+hing in i+ righ+ now?

[09:21] IA: Maybe I am.

[09:21] IA: You have no idea.

[09:21] VM: How's +he yeas+ infec+ion going?

[09:21] IA: Swimmingly.

[09:21] IA: How are your fins?

[09:21] IA: Are they the kind that droop like they're weighed down?

[09:21] VM: Drooping in despair over my la+e +ea.

[09:22] IA: Or are they the kind that are short enough that they inspire crude jokes?

[09:22] IA: Your tea escaped for a better life.

[09:22] IA: As did the servant, probably.

[09:22] IA: Unless you're actually banging them on the side.

[09:22] IA: Maybe especially then they'd want to escape.

[09:22] VM: Oh, you know wha+ everyone says. +he size of +he fins indica+e +he size of +he bulge and all +ha+ jazz

[09:22] VM: And le+ me +ell you, mine?

[09:22] VM: Massive.

[09:22] VM: +hick and rigid. Some+hing +o admire.

[09:22] VM: My fins are in fac+, glorious.

[10:08] IA: would accuse you of lying, but no, go on. Just how /glorious/ are these supposed fins. Really go into detail, so I can picture it.

[10:08] IA: I don't have any of my own, and to be quite honest they've always seemed overrated.

[10:08] IA: Good target for attacks.

[10:08] IA: But who knows? Perhaps you can win me over.

[10:18] VM: Oh, if you insis+!

[10:18] VM: +he spin+es of +he fins are long, poin+y and rigid, wi+h jus+ +he perfec+ amoun+ of supple mea+ +o +hem +ha+ le+s you know i+'s alive. Hones+ly jus+ +hrobbing wi+h rich fuschia goo.

[10:19] VM: +he fin filamen+s +hemselves? Sa+in sof+! You jus+ can'+ s+op rubbing i+.

[10:19] VM: Such a rich, beau+iful +yrian color, absolu+ely gorgeous and royal and sensi+ive +oo.

[10:19] VM: +hey +wi+ch a+ every movemen+!

[10:19] IA: Now to find what fanfic you're stealing this description from!

[10:19] VM: +hey're jus+ gorgeous, I'm +elling you.

[10:19] IA: Clearly the author needs a lay.

[10:19] IA: Perhaps several?

[10:19] IA: An entire orgy.

[10:20] IA: If anyone can be found to supply it who won't bolt even if paid,

[10:21] IA: Are you writing tyrian fanfics, you rowdy individual?

[10:21] IA: Joining the halls of everyone who's ever done the same?

[10:21] IA: Well, at least it's not helm fanfic. I have no idea how anyone is interested in that.

[10:21] IA: All of it is terribly written.

[10:24] VM: Please, no one knows how +o wri+e helm fanfic.

[10:24] VM: 'I slipped my bulge in+o his por+' like who does +ha+?

[10:24] VM: Who even looks a+ a por+ and goes 'hmm, how absolu+ely ravishing!'

[10:24] VM: Awful, +errible.

[10:24] VM: Breaks immersion.

[10:24] IA: Ports wouldn't fit a bulge in the first place. No one knows anything about technology.

[10:24] IA: It's shameful.

[10:24] VM: My bulge has re+rac+ed so far in+o my body I now have a second nook like some sor+ of yellowblood.

[10:25] IA: So you're yellow, and not maroon.

[10:25] IA: What IS it like having two of so many things.

[10:25] IA: No two thinkpans, clearly.

[10:25] IA: But maybe you have other surprising additions.

[10:26] VM: Well I cer+ainly am digging +he +wo legs +hing!

[10:26] VM: Do you know how nice i+ is +o s+and and no+ +ee+er around?

[10:26] VM: Absolu+ely smashing.

[10:26] VM: I don'+ know why more people don+' have +wo whole legs.

[10:26] VM: Also, +wo arms?

[10:26] IA: four horns?

[10:26] VM: +his means I can click on new fanfic+ion a+ +he same +ime while i +ry +o pry my bulge ou+ of i+'s newfound nook!

[10:26] IA: or would that topple over your head.

[10:27] VM: +wo eyes are also grea+. I can look bo+h lef+ AND righ+ a+ +he same +ime!

[10:27] IA: You /can?/

[10:27] IA: Even with only one thinkpan?

[10:27] IA: I'm so very proud of you.

[10:27] IA: Have a biscuit.

[10:27] VM: +hank you, I +ried.

[10:27] IA: It's shaped like the fish you want to be and clearly read far too much fanfic about.

[10:27] VM: I+ was so difficul+ bu+ I was so de+ermined.

[10:27] IA: That does explain how you've survived this long.

[10:28] IA: sheer unrelenting determination against the looming cull fork.

[10:29] IA: like a mayfly, desperately trying to build a small dirt pile before it gets swatted.

[10:29] IA: Unless you actually have achievable, non-stereotypical dreams?

[10:30] IA: But I suppose that's too much to hope for.

[10:31] IA: A spark of inspiration? An understanding of a greater scope?

[10:31] IA: I doubt it.

[10:33] VM: Wha+ can I say? My goal in life is +o be +he mos+ de+ermined mayfly I can be!

[10:33] VM: Because +hen I can go and, oh, i don'+ know, make my dea+h coun+!

[10:33] IA: Somehow, I doubt you are actually that naive.

[10:33] VM: I can fly righ+ in+o your drink, righ+ as you're +aking a sip!

[10:33] VM: OR crawl down your s+raw when you're no+ looking

[10:33] VM: and +hen i'm si++ing +here, wai+ing for you +o sip.

[10:34] IA: Please, VM, this isn't the time or place to write more fanfiction.

[10:34] IA: I didn't consent to this.

[10:35] VM: Wha+, you don'+ wan+ +o suck me righ+ in+o your mou+h?

[10:36] IA: I'm so very sorry, VM, but I just don't find goo attractive.

[10:36] IA: You already lost this battle.

[10:36] IA: everyone is crying.

[10:36] IA: nobody will give you a victory lay.

[10:37] VM: Well isn'+ +ha+ a shame!

[10:37] VM: +ha+'s okay +hough, I s+ill spen+ my dea+h ruining your day by si++ing in your s+raw un+il you drank me.

[10:37] VM: Anyway!

[10:37] VM: Who +he fuck even are you?

[10:38] IA: My ancestor likes to call me 'the ultimate disappointment' but he's a very dreary fellow so I usually go by Plaske.

[10:38] IA: Do I get a name from you?

[10:38] IA: And no, yours for your bulge doesn't count.

[10:39] VM: Well he's no+ clever a+ all, is he!

[10:40] VM: You could be '+he +inies+ hin+ of fecal ma++er on a goa+'s anus'!

[10:42] IA: Not really. He's spent all the two thousand sweeps of his life doing paperwork.

[10:42] IA: He is really, truly, devastatingly boring.

[10:42] VM: Oh wha+ a bore.

[10:42] VM: Paperwork!

[10:42] IA: Also, I doubt he's ever been outside long enough to even see a goat.

[10:42] VM: Is i+ even in+eres+ing paperwork?

[10:44] IA: Look deep inside yourself - actually no, look shallowly inside yourself, the deep parts are something I do not need to see more of - and ask yourself if figuring out where to place pupa clowns in circuses is exciting.

[10:44] IA: That shouldn't take long to answer.

[10:45] VM: Well +ha+'s easy.

[10:45] VM: In +he lion pens.

[10:46] IA: Good answer, but unfortunately the Empire would complain.

[10:46] IA: They've decided we're so very indispensable.

[10:46] VM: Don'+ +ell me.

[10:46] IA: I don't see it. Just because some of us are gorgeous doesn't mean we're relevant to politics.

[10:46] VM: You man +he //concession s+ands.//

[10:46] IA: Oh, no, not me.

[10:47] IA: Though that would be fun.

[10:47] IA: I could collect a wonderful memory of all the facial expressions.

[10:47] IA: And I could probably make even the boring uniform look good.

[10:47] VM: I somehow doub+ i+!

[10:47] VM: POs+ pics!

[10:48] IA: You act like I just have it hanging in my closet! I have to go get one.

[10:48] VM: Well go on +here!

[10:48] VM: I'm wai+ing!

[10:49] IA: I'm looking, so shut that no doubt tentacle-mouthed face of yours.

[10:49] VM: I can'+! HOw am I supposed +o brea+he if I do?

[10:56] -- immaculateApathy [IA] has sent it'sshort.png. It's a shot of them - the phone clearly held by some other troll - in a popcorn outfit, which is black with red trim but boring, and also short on their 6'5 ass so that the shirt becomes a crop top and the pants only go partway down their legs. They're leaning on the counter, eyebrows raised. They have several piercings in - nose, two sets of earrings, and one eyebrow. It's a contrast to their immaculate paint and gold-threaded braids. --

[10:57] IA: And now I'm going to change out of this, because even though I'm getting a nice breeze it's so unstylish.

[11:00] VM: Oh is +ha+ so? Well aren'+ you a sigh+ for sore eyes.

[11:01] IA: I'm a known cure for all eye soreness and I don't even charge, even though I should.

[11:01] IA: Five caegers per look.

[11:02] IA: Do I get a picture of your no doubt mildly horrifying mug?

[11:02] IA: Or do I just get to imagine what kinds of diseases you have.

[11:02] IA: Or maybe you don't! We've established that you're a fanfic writer.

[11:02] IA: That sort hardly gets outside.

[11:03] VM: Mmm.

[11:03] VM: NO.

[11:03] VM: Le+'s keep up +he mys+ery!

[11:03] IA: Fine by me.

[11:03] VM: Bu+ I can assure you,I'm also a sigh+ for sore eyes and I should be charging more +han //you// ever could.

[11:03] IA: You're probably doing me a favor.

[11:03] IA: Aw.

[11:03] IA: You're trying to feel better.

[11:03] IA: That's how to do it.

[11:03] IA: Chin up!

[11:04] IA: Thank you for not cursing me with your visage.

[11:04] VM: So +ell me more abou+ yourself, Plaske!

[11:04] VM: WHa+ do you do?

[11:04] IA: Truly, I should be begging at your feet in gratitude.

[11:04] VM: Oh please, you fla++er!

[11:04] VM: I'm only doing wha+'s bes+ for +he world.

[11:04] IA: I'm a clown, nameless stranger. What do you think I do? Go on. Take a few guesses.

[11:04] VM: Why, I can'+ jus+ have you keel over and die a+ +he firs+ glimpse of me!

[11:05] VM: Oh, who knows...

[11:05] VM: Do you crea+e ar+isan faygos?

[11:05] IA: any sentence that contains 'artisan' and 'faygo' is automatically a lie.

[11:05] VM: Do you roll around on a unicycle playing fun and quain+ circus songs on your bagpipes?

[11:05] IA: Unless the phrase 'isn't ever' is between them.

[11:05] VM: Do you crea+e fake silicone gills +o go s+icking on your neck for pho+o ops?

[11:05] IA: I like the bagpipes but I can't play them.

[11:05] IA: Oh, those are real.

[11:06] IA: Look up the Wilhem line if you don't believe me.

[11:06] IA: We all have gills. Just no fins.

[11:06] VM: Oh really now?

[11:06] IA: Which as I've said is no loss as far as I'm concerned.

[11:06] VM: Do +hey even work?

[11:06] IA: Of course they work. What would be the point of them otherwise?

[11:06] VM: Decora+ion!

[11:07] VM: Some people like +o play a+ being edgy af+er all.

[11:07] IA: I'm quite a fan of decoration, but not the point of nonsense. That's for weak-minded, sadly try-hard nuisances.

[11:07] IA: I dance.

[11:07] VM: I can +ell!

[11:07] VM: How many piercings is +ha+ in your face now?

[11:07] IA: If you want to know what style, you get to tell me something about you.

[11:07] IA: Enough.

[11:08] IA: I won't answer anything else until you do.

[11:08] VM: Well wha+ do you even wan+ +o know?

[11:08] IA: That being - what's your name? A fake one, if you're such a coward.

[11:08] IA: I don't care.

[11:08] VM: Clearly you're +he mos+ in+eres+ing one amongs+ +he +wo of us.

[11:08] IA: Make it entertaining.

[11:08] VM: You've guessed every+hing abou+ me!

[11:08] IA: That goes without saying but I didn't start a conversation to go on about myself. If I want to do that I can talk to the popcorn merchant.

[11:08] IA: She's mute.

[11:09] IA: So make up something fun.

[11:09] VM: Don'+ you make fun of her, I'm sure she's swee+.

[11:09] VM: I can'+ make up some+hing fun.

[11:09] VM: I only have one pan.

[11:09] IA: I really can't tell, she can't talk and her eyes are all red.

[11:09] VM: I used i+ up +rying +o do some+hing I"ve already forgo++en wha+ i+ was.

[11:09] IA: It's interesting to guess what she's feeling.

[11:09] VM: Because my pan is jus+ +ha+ small!

[11:09] IA: But who knows.

[11:09] IA: Oh, please.

[11:09] IA: What am I going to call you then, VM? An internet handle as if you're a wriggler?

[11:09] IA: That's pathetic.

[11:10] IA: Oh! What if I call you Finfin.

[11:11] IA: Hardly creative, but suitable given you are far, far too excited about them.

[11:11] VM: Oh I +hink +ha+'s perfec+!

[11:11] VM: Finfin is a beau+iful name.

[11:11] VM: So now +ha+ you've go+ a name for me, wha+ sor+ of music do you dance +o?

[11:12] IA: I'm so worried about you, you know?

[11:12] IA: The same way a lusus worries about something they just killed.

[11:12] IA: It's already past saving.

[11:12] IA: But you still feel some vague concern.

[11:13] IA: That wasn't an answer, Finfin.

[11:13] IA: So: what do YOU do to pass your time.

[11:13] VM: Oh you know.

[11:13] VM: I like si++ing +here and remembering how +o brea+he!

[11:13] VM: Do you read, Plaske?

[11:13] IA: Only that?

[11:13] IA: My.

[11:14] IA: Do you also remember how to stretch?

[11:14] IA: Of course I read.

[11:14] IA: What do you like to read?

[11:15] VM: I'm afraid I've never learned how +o read!

[11:15] VM: I only have so much brain power.

[11:15] IA: Oh the tragedy of it all.

[11:15] VM: Are you someone who likes learning, Plaske?

[11:16] IA: If the information is interesting enough.

[11:16] IA: What do you like to learn?

[11:16] VM: Wha+ do you consider in+eres+ing?

[11:16] IA: What do /you?/

[11:16] IA: The 'I'm a simpleton' jokes are officially old.

[11:17] IA: they died screaming.

[11:17] IA: It was ugly.

[11:17] VM: Screaming and being sucked down a s+raw +o an unfor+una+e dea+h of a simple mayfly looking +o ruin a nigh+?

[11:17] IA: Oh not this again.

[11:17] IA: I may yawn.

[11:17] IA: Then where would we be?

[11:18] VM: I like his+ory!

[11:18] VM: HOw's +ha+ for an answer?

[11:18] IA: A breakthrough!

[11:18] IA: A poor one, but I accept it.

[11:19] IA: In that case - I do several styles of dance, but my preferred one is swing.

[11:19] IA: Let me guess; you like military history.

[11:19] IA: Unless your handle is merely an amusing lie.

[11:20] VM: Eh, mili+ary his+ory frequen+ly in+eresc+s wi+h my preferred +opic, however i+ is no+ wha+ I usually go ou+ looking for!

[11:21] IA: I like to read about other religions.

[11:21] IA: So what IS your preferred topic?

[11:26] VM: I specialize in poli+ics and poli+ical his+ory! So perhaps you were righ+ when we firs+ began +o +alk abou+ +he oh, poor ups+ar+ waders.

[11:26] IA: Oh, that was fluff to get you talking.

[11:26] IA: If you actually have /ideas/, I'm intrigued.

[11:27] IA: Spouting such a tired cliche sincerely is for people with no imagination.

[11:28] VM: Oh, well now +ha+'s a secre+!

[11:28] VM: I like +o keep my ideas +o myself!

[11:28] IA: Is it because they're really boring and you're being polite?

[11:28] VM: +ell me more abou+ you, Plaske.

[11:28] VM: You dance swing, is +ha+ righ+? Why do you do swing?

[11:28] IA: Because I like it. Do I need a deep reason?

[11:28] IA: Deep reasons are for people who spend far too much time looking at themselves in the mirror.

[11:31] IA: If I'm going to look at myself in the mirror, I had better have a good outfit on.

[11:32] IA: As for what I find interesting - anything out of the ordinary.

[11:32] IA: Like you, for example.

[11:35] IA: A fuchsia so shy talking about themself.

[11:35] IA: If you are fuchsia. But I can believe it.

[11:35] IA: If not, well, it doesn't matter.

[11:35] IA: You're amusing enough.

[11:40] VM: Any+hing ou+ of +he ordinary? Is +ha+ so?

[11:40] VM: Wha+ sor+ of +hings have you come across +ha+'s ou+ of +he ourdinary?

[11:40] VM: Is i+ a clown +ha+ uses blue on +heir face ins+ead of black and whi+e?

[11:40] IA: A few mutants. Please, that's not interesting.

[11:40] IA: We use all kinds of colors. That's old news.

[11:40] VM: Or are you +alking abou+ +hings your fellow honks would consider here+ical?

[11:40] IA: Heresy is such a drab word.

[11:41] IA: When an entire religion was founded on jokes, what is heretical?

[11:41] IA: Anything too serious?

[11:41] VM: Any+hing promo+ing som+hing no+ honky.

[11:41] IA: Mutants at least have something new to offer.

[11:41] VM: Wha+ sor+ of mu+an+s have you me+?

[11:41] IA: I had one with lovely green hair, telekinesis, and psychic powers.

[11:42] VM: Oh how quain+.

[11:42] IA: They got spirited away by someone else I quite enjoyed associating with, more's the pity.

[11:42] VM: Dual psionics is barely a mu+a+ion +hough, isn'+ i+?

[11:42] IA: Of course not, but they had bright green hair.

[11:42] IA: And they couldn't eat several things, it was quite curious.

[11:43] IA: There was also one who was quite impaired.

[11:44] IA: Not sure what happened to him, but I doubt it was anything good given he had faceted eyes and small pincers on the sides of his mouth.

[11:44] IA: Alas.

[11:45] VM: Brigh+ green hair is also subjec+ive.

[11:45] VM: Dye, probably!

[11:45] VM: +ha+'s no+hing in+eres+ing.

[11:45] VM: I've +alked +o a candy red blood once before, did you know?

[11:45] IA: Oh, it wasn't dye. It was entirely natural.

[11:46] IA: Really? Or are you mocking me.

[11:46] IA: If so, sporting attempt, 5/10 credit.

[11:46] IA: If true, I have to admit I'm jealous.

[11:46] IA: I'd like to meet one but I've never found any. It's so odd, none of them seem to ever come near a circus tent.

[11:47] IA: Truly mysterious.

[11:47] VM: I+'s +rue!

[11:47] VM: +hey were a swee+ +hing, if a bi+ odd.

[11:48] VM: A scien+is+, in +heir own righ+!

[11:48] IA: What were they a scientist of?

[11:48] VM: I'll admi+, I didn'+ believe +hey were candy red ei+her, I +hough+ +hey were jus+ a par+icularly brigh+ orangeblood.

[11:48] VM: Medicine!

[11:48] VM: No+ qui+e a doc+or, no, bu+ +hey s+udied medicine.

[11:50] IA: Interesting. Perhaps they used such knowledge to stay undetected.

[11:50] IA: Though if they allowed you to find out their blood color, they must have been at least somewhat careless.

[11:50] VM: Oh no, +hey were, wha+, kep+ by +he flee+?

[11:50] VM: Some sor+ of experimen+ or o+her.

[11:50] IA: Really!

[11:50] IA: I thought those were just rumors.

[11:50] VM: I never did manage +o +alk +o +hem again +hough.

[11:50] VM: Oh, no!

[11:51] VM: +he flee+ frequen+ly pulls mu+an+s +hey find 'useful' ou+ of +he culling pools, don'+ you know?

[11:51] IA: I mean, you /could/ be making it up, but I'm pretty sure you'd make it sound more exciting.

[11:51] VM: Bu+ you really have +o prove yourself for someone +o do +ha+.

[11:51] IA: and that does sound like the Empire.

[11:51] VM: Or, you know, in your case, jus+ be highblooded enough for +hem +o overlook gills!

[11:51] IA: After all, the Wilhem line is 'allowed' to exist because -

[11:51] IA: Hahaha.

[11:51] IA: I see we both thought of that.

[11:51] IA: Don't think I'm unaware of the double standard.

[11:52] IA: I find it amusing.

[11:52] IA: The Wilhems are 'allowed' to exist because assuming we cut our gills out, like my dear old ancestor -

[11:52] IA: - it's supposed to be a show of faith and a symbol of the dominance of the church.

[11:52] IA: And yet, that's so terribly boring.

[11:53] IA: Following what one's line has done, simply as a gesture of snivelling to some clown on a throne?

[11:53] IA: Please.

[11:53] IA: If the new Grand Highblood wants my gills so much, she can come tear them out herself.

[11:54] IA: Oh, look, you got me to give a little speech.

[11:54] IA: Good for you.

[11:59] VM: Huh! Wha+ a shame for you.

[11:59] VM: +ha+ mus+ make life so awful.

[11:59] VM: Did you know I me+ someone once jus+ like you?

[11:59] VM: Or well, +hey //say// +hey're jus+ like you.

[11:59] VM: +hey're a bi+ brigh+ +o be considered indigo, so you've go+ +ha+ on +hem!

[11:59] IA: If you think I let something as petty as that ruin my life, you are charmingly deluded.

[12:00] IA: My ancestor doesn't care enough to actually enforce it. And even if he tried, he couldn't.

[12:00] IA: Oh, yes, there are plenty of cusps running around.

[12:00] IA: I'm not surprised.

[12:00] IA: We have two others in my circus alone.

[12:00] IA: Though really I'm fairly certain Sacchi is just lying about being one. Not that it matters.

[12:00] IA: A seadweller wanting to be a clown is certainly novel.

[12:01] IA: So why not let her pretend she's merely a high indigo.

[12:01] VM: Wha+ do you +hink of o+her cusps +hen? Are +hey no+ 'in+eres+ing' enough +o you?

[12:02] IA: A few might be, but only if they actually acknowledge it instead of ignoring it and pretending it's some great shame or other.

[12:02] IA: Do we shame a maroon for being a bronze cusp? Hardly.

[12:03] IA: I am indigo, and yet, I can breathe underwater. I don't pretend I cannot. It's a useful skill.

[12:03] VM: Isn'+ i+?

[12:04] VM: I+'s very useful and i+'s always a shame +ha+ someone doesn'+ wan+ +o accep+ +ha+ par+ of +hemselves.

[12:04] VM: Al+hough, I can see why.

[12:04] IA: So you're one of the ones who actually does spend time in the water instead of clinging to land.

[12:04] IA: Really? I think it's just silly insecurity.

[12:04] VM: Mu+an+s or +rolls ou+ of +he 'norm' are usually culled or os+racized.

[12:04] VM: +he nail +ha+ s+icks up ge+s hammered!

[12:04] VM: And we, as a species, do like +o fi+ in.

[12:05] IA: If someone is so weak minded that they'll let disapproval like that do them in, then they hardly have much of a chance as it is.

[12:05] IA: Being true to oneself is worth so much more than the petty concerns of narrow minded trolls

[12:05] VM: Is i+ +ruly weak?

[12:05] VM: Or is i+ being smar+ abou+ surviving?

[12:06] IA: A fuchsia talks about smart survival? You ARE unusual.

[12:06] VM: Does i+ ma++er if you've s+uck +o who you are if wha+ you are +urns you in+o a cold husk in +he ground?

[12:06] IA: So you are willing to compromise.

[12:06] IA: Fascinating.

[12:06] VM: Hahaha, is +ha+ really so odd for one of my cas+e?

[12:06] IA: I've met a few fuchsias.

[12:07] IA: Most of them thought nothing of survival and everything of their glamorous futures.

[12:07] VM: And wha+ flowy dress +hey should wear +o impress +he o+her be++a fish +hey swim wi+h?

[12:07] IA: Though one was a little worthwhile. Too odd to be sensible, but sharper than the others. Though she was older, too.

[12:08] IA: Flowy dresses are vital.

[12:08] IA: Short dresses just aren't worth it.

[12:08] IA: There's no style.

[12:08] IA: No class.

[12:09] VM: Please, everyone knows simplic+y is bes+.

[12:09] VM: A nice, form fi++ing dress is always bes+, I'd say.

[12:09] VM: Sure, i+ doesn'+ flow like +he o+hers, bu+ i+ jus+ looks... be++er!

[12:09] VM: I+ really pu+s on display +he bes+ par+s abou+ +he +roll's looks.

[12:13] IA: Does your mind always go back to that in the end.

[12:13] IA: It's amazing how it moves in one giant, slow circle.

[12:14] VM: Wha+ can I say? I lose my +yrian cred if I don'+ +alk abou+ fashion once in a conversa+ion.

[12:14] VM: Do you know how awful i+ is +o earn +he cred back? We have +o wa+ch six seasons of +hose modelling compe+i+ion shows, bu+ only +he ones wi+h seadwellers, no landdwellers.

[12:18] IA: I always wonder where they find enough decent looking seadwellers to even fill those.

[12:18] IA: Though I have to say, I didn't mean clothes, I meant your /other/ preoccupation.

[12:18] IA: which really, I assume you knew, and went for that silly joke anyway.

[12:18] IA: tsk tsk, predictable.

[12:21] VM: I'm sorry, I have no idea wha+ you're +alking abou+, I jus+ can'+ read! I +hough+ we affirmed +ha+ earlier.

[12:21] VM: Bu+, you know, you never answered my ques+ion.

[12:21] IA: Which one? You asked me enough to fill a popcorn bag.

[12:21] IA: I answered several of them.

[12:21] IA: Even the boring ones.

[12:23] VM: Does i+ ma++er if you've s+uck +o who you are if wha+ you are +urns you in+o a cold husk in +he ground?

[12:23] IA: Oh, that one.

[12:23] IA: That's reasonably interesting. I suppose it's worth the time.

[12:25] IA: The answer is that I don't know.

[12:25] IA: I've never had to make that choice.

[12:25] IA: I've watched other people make it.

[12:25] IA: I wish I could have spoken to them before they died to find out.

[12:25] VM: If you had +o +hough, wha+ would you choose?

[12:25] IA: But alas, nobody ever thinks of that.

[12:26] VM: If your life was on +h eline, would you denounce who you were +o live ano+her nigh+?

[12:26] IA: Oh, probably. Depends on what kind of death I was being threatened with, though.

[12:26] IA: And how old I was at the time.

[12:27] VM: Wha+ abou+ righ+ now? You +urned +he corner and someone demanded you +o do i+ or you die?

[12:27] VM: And wha+, you're a clown, righ+? You're wi+h clowns?

[12:27] VM: So le+'s say you ge+ clubbed +o dea+h!

[12:27] IA: Oh, no, I just surround myself with people who wear facepaint for no reason.

[12:28] IA: Hmmm.

[12:28] IA: That would take an awfully long time and be very boring.

[12:28] IA: I suppose I would renounce.

[12:28] IA: I can always become someone else. That might be fun.

[12:29] IA: What would you do, Finfin?

[12:29] VM: Why would I choose any+hing o+her +han life?

[12:29] VM: Labels and lies are +emporary.

[12:29] VM: You know wha+ isn'+?

[12:30] VM: Dea+h.

[12:30] IA: I could argue that point, but that's all theoretical anyway. Generally it's permanent, true.

[12:31] IA: Unless you come back as a ghost, but from the lowbloods I've talked to, that hardly counts.

[12:33] VM: Exac+ly!

[12:33] VM: So your ideals of 's+icking +o who you are' seems a bi+ shor+sigh+ed, don'+ you agree?

[12:34] VM: Oh, sure, in a perfec+ world everyone can be wha+ +hey ac+ually are, bu+ ou+liers are looked down on and frequen+ly forced +o fi+ in.

[12:35] VM: +he hypo+he+ical of being culled if you don'+ conform is a bi+ of an exaggera+ion of wha+ mos+ +rolls run in+o, bu+ +he concep+ is +he same, don'+ you +hink?

[12:35] IA: Why should I agree? It's an ideal, not a life plan.

[12:35] IA: Silly Finfin.

[12:35] VM: If your life is easier by fi++ing in, why no+ go wi+h +he flow?

[12:35] VM: Ideals rarely work in +he real world.

[12:36] IA: Oh, I don't know, the ideal of 'the messiahs' will is for us to control the lowbloods with dreams and subjugation' works well.

[12:36] IA: Careful, there, you forgot what an ideal is.

[12:37] VM: Are you sure?

[12:37] IA: As a nice blanket statement, certainly.

[12:37] VM: If you fla+ ou+ goregle +he meaning of ideal, one of +he defini+ions are 'exis+ing only in +eh imagina+ion, desirable or perfec+ bu+ no+ likely +o become a reali+y'

[12:37] VM: +ha+'s no+ an ideal, +he messiah's will.

[12:37] VM: +ha+'s simply jus+ how +he world is.

[12:38] IA: Really, we're getting into goregle? How pedantic. Clearly you don't know doctrine.

[12:39] IA: According to it, we are all products of the messiahs' imagination. Literal crystallized ideas.

[12:39] IA: So it's a matter of perspective.

[12:39] IA: As impractical as an ideal may be, that doesn't mean it can't work.

[12:39] VM: Ideas and ideals are differen+!

[12:39] IA: Simply that in many scenarios it doesn't.

[12:39] IA: Are they so? Every idea has an ideal at the heart of it.

[12:40] IA: Some type of desire.

[12:40] IA: Some dream of how things should be.

[12:40] IA: I would know.

[12:40] IA: I make dreams.

[12:40] VM: Mm, no, I'll have +o kindly disagree.

[12:41] IA: Kind or unkind, it makes no difference to me.

[12:41] IA: Just don't be boring.

[12:41] VM: I have seen some people wi+h some really, really, //really// dumb ideas.

[12:41] IA: Of course.

[12:41] VM: WI+h no ideal a+ +he cen+er of i+ all, or even a desire on occasion.

[12:41] IA: And there are no dumb ideals?

[12:41] VM: I unders+and +he sen+imen+ you're ge++ing a+ +hough.

[12:41] IA: Silly Finfin.

[12:41] VM: Oh, +here are absolu+ely dumb ideals.

[12:42] VM: bu+ dumb ideas don'+ mean +here's a dumb ideal a+ +he cen+er of i+ all.

[12:42] IA: Perhaps, but it hardly matters if they can't work.

[12:43] VM: Maybe no+ in +he discussion of whe+her or no+ an idea can be good or bad, bu+ in +he discussion on wha+'s an ideal and wha+ isn'+, well. I+ hardly ma++ers, does i+?

[12:44] IA: It can always matter with the right perspective.

[12:45] IA: Though from mine at this moment, what matters most is signing off and doing some shopping. Ta for now, Finfin.

[12:45] -- immaculateApathy [IA] ceased pestering voluntoldMilitia [VM] at 00:45 --

#skegulium #VM is their Valtin #IA is my Plaske #Plaske Wilhem

[rexscanonwife]

1,2,7,9, & 10 for ur star wars s/i? [self-insert ask game]

Hello!! Aaaa thank you so much for asking, I'm finally getting around to answering these sjhj

1.) what are the basics of your self insert? name, date of birth, height, etc.? my self insert's full name is Brea Callisto, height 5' 5", and the same age as Anakin so her birthdate would be 41 BBY (I don't actually really know what that means, star wars timelines are fucky and all over the place x'3)

2.) when in canon does you self insert come in? do you have a scene in mind for your entrance? My self insert has been Anakin's best friend since they were both 10 years old, but I suppose the first time she'd be seen in canon would be during the First Battle of Geonosis in Attack of The Clones! It's a pretty flashy entrance, it's the first time Ani sees her after a falling out they had and he'd be shocked to find she became a Jedi Knight before he did and she'd be all too eager to show off what she's learned since they saw each other last. x3c

7.) would any other characters (besides your f/o) have a crush on your self insert? now THIS is an interesting question...cause yes I do have crushes on clones other than Rex and I like imagining them having a crush on me too. I've mentioned my complicated feelings about Hunter before, but even MORE complicated than that would honestly probably be Fives! My self insert has always been closer to him than most, and I feel like he'd crush on her hard, but it's kind of a 'in another time' thing they have for each other.

They do like each other, and if some things had been different then maybe it'd be more, but in the end Fives respects Rex too much to act on it and Brea loves Rex more than anything or anyone else. Even if she does like Fives a lot.

9.) who are your self insert's closest friends? Anakin was her best and most trusted friend, but after...everything, the best friend position gets filled by my irl best friend's self insert hehe. Other than that, Obi-Wan and Ahsoka were people she'd trust with her life!

10.) how do other characters feel about your self insert and f/o's relationship? For the ones who do know about it, they're thrilled by it! The only ones we'd trust with that knowledge would be our friends, and they know we're good for each other and are happy that we're happy!!

#brie babbles #ask meme #self insert talk #💙 oh captain my captain 💙 #hehe thanks so much for sending some in!! <33 #but sjghk yeah you guys know im a big sucker for ANGST AND CONFLICT AND PAIN #even if the conflict is more internal than anything #like i know how close rex and fives are so i dont WANNA drive a wedge between them #but i do think there'd be a slight sadness and pining on fives's part bcs he wants smth he cant have #but maybe in another life he could have had something

[galacticnewsnetwork]

26 New ‘Star Wars’ Stories Have Been Revealed

In April, it was announced that a new book would be released called Star Wars: From a Certain Point of View, combining 40 stories written from dozens of writers (including Rogue One screenwriter Gary Whitta, famed comic book writer Paul Dini, Thrilling Adventure Hour creators Ben Acker & Ben Blacker) to celebrate the 40th anniversary of the Star Wars franchise.

Each story is told from the perspective of background characters from A New Hope  – “from X-wing pilots who helped Luke destroy the Death Star to the stormtroopers who never quite could find the droids they were looking for.” And with the October release date quickly approaching, Del Rey Publishing has begun unveiling some of the short stories that will be featured in this collection. Below, check out a first look at more than a dozen new Star Wars stories.

Here are the stories that have been revealed on Twitter today, all found under the #FromaCertainPOV hashtag:

Chuck Wendig’s “We Don’t Serve Their Kind Here” tackles a certain droid-hating cantina barkeep: “Wuher always told people: If you have a drink in your hand, you don’t need me for nothing.”

Gary Whitta’s “Raymus” opens the anthology by bridging the gap between Rogue One and A New Hope: “For years he had carefully steered this ship- his ship- through countless Imperial blockades and checkpoints, always able to avoid detection or suspicion. But now it had been spotted fleeing the scene of the most daring military assault in the history of the Rebellion, carrying stolen goods that the Empire would go to any lengths to recover. Suddenly, the Tantive IV was the most wanted ship in the galaxy.” The title is a reference to Raymus Antilles, who was the captain of the Tantive IV.

Greg Rucka’s “Grounded” tells the story of Nera Kase: “In the space of seven minutes, Nera Kase lost her home and her family. In the space of seven minutes, the Empire had made her their enemy.”

Glen Weldon’s “Of MSE-6 And Men” is a story from the POV of a hapless droid caught up in the Death Star’s “gay demimonde”: “That was quick, G7. Fastest mouse droid in the fleet. It’s those new rotors I put in, I’m telling you. You know what: We should get you on a racing circuit. Would you like that?”

Kieron Gillen’s “The Trigger”: “Aphra’s life alternated between finding interesting ancient artifacts and reactivating interesting ancient artifacts, with brief interstitial periods of selling the interesting ancient artifacts.” This story follows the fan favorite Star Wars comic book character Doctor Aphra.

Paul Dini’s “Added Muscle” tells the story of Boba Fett: “I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy the whispers of surprise when I walked onto the scene. That’s right, boys. Fett’s here.”

Cavan Scott’s “Time of Death” follows Obi-Wan Kenobi in the moments of his passing: “My name is Obi-Wan Kenobi and I am dead. I know how that sounds. Crazy old Ben with his crazy stories. But this isn’t crazy. This is happening. At least, I think it is.”

Rae Carson’s “The Red One” tells the story of a droid with a bad motivator: “More than anything in the galaxy, he wanted to be sold. Escape the sandcrawler. Fulfill his programming by serving a new master – someone who would clean his joints once in a while, offer a few drops of lubricant, give him a purpose. But time was running out. He was lonely, and he was dying.”

Daniel José Older’s “Born in the Storm” tells the story of a stormtrooper and his dewback: “The barracks are on the outskirts of town, closer to the endless barren infinity of wasteland festering with Sand People, banthas, and a million other ways to die. Also: sand. All the sand. All the sand ever.”

Delilah S. Dawson’s “The Secrets of Long Snoot” tells the story of one of the characters in the Cantina: “Know what your problem is? I say in my own language, quietly and to myself. ‘Your problem is that your entire species thinks itself a sun around which the petty planets and moons spin, but really, you’re just another rock, doomed to ever orbit something grander but remain ignorant of your own insignificance.”

Alexander Freed’s “Contingency Plan” tells the story of Mon Mothma: “Mon Mothma can’t actually see the future. She used to know people who could, but the last of them is dead now, too.”

EK Johnston and Ashley Eckstein’s “By Whatever Sun” takes on the metal ceremony: “Miara Larte breathed in and remembered how much she loved real air.”

Christie Golden’s “The Bucket” tells the story of the stormtrooper who turned Leia in: “I want them alive, Vader had said. Their blasters were set on kill. They were in a batterfield, even now. Too many of the crew were loose and armed, wandering about and opening fire, for the stormtroopers to take chances.”

Adam Christopher’s “End of Watch” is about a reactor leak: “Poul felt the breath catch in her threat. Princess? What princess? And then she heard the voice of the man Tarkin was in conference with, the deep, resonant bass voice echoing down the open comms channel. Well, perhaps man was the wrong word. Because who know what was inside that suit.”

Madeleine Roux’s “Eclipse” tells the story of Breha Organa: “Finances. Galas. Silks. Budgets. Would Leia return in time for the equinox? It seemed unlikely, and yet in a small, private corner of her heart that had nothing to do with rebellions or politics, Breha hoped it would be so.”

John Jackson Miller’s “Rites” tells the story of the Tusken Raiders: “It takes more than courage to lead. It takes eyes that are open!”

Zoraida Córdova’s “You Owe Me A Ride” tells the story of the Tonnika sisters: “Brea and Senni watched the suns set from atop a rock formation. Tatooine might be a desert wasteland lacking in any culinary delicacies, but few things in the galaxy compared to the brilliance of its sunsets.

Charles Soule’s “The Angle” tells the story of Lando and the Millenium Falcon: “Heroes were Lando’s favorite opponents at the gambling table. The worse the odds got, the bigger they bet. Because heroes were suckers.”

Jason Fry’s “Duty Roster” seems to be about someone in the Rebellion named Col (perhaps Legends character Col Serra?): “Col’s first instinct was to knock Wedge Antilles onto the floor and show the whole squadron the joke ended here.”

Griffin McElroy’s “Stories in the Sand” which is about a Jawa named Jot: “There was not a Jawa on Tatooine who did not believe wholeheartedly that there was more sand below them than there was sky above.”

Pablo Hidalgo?’s “Verge of Greatness” follows Tarkin on the very eve of his triumph: “You may fire when ready,’ Targin said at long last. And he allowed himself the briefest of smiles.”

Sabaa Tahir’s “Reirin” reveals new details about the Tusken Raiders: “Reirin daydreamed about proving to them who, exactly, was lesser. She daydreamed about taking her father’s gaderffii and wreaking bloody havoc. And if not that, then simply proving herself.”

Kelly Sue DeConnick?’s “The Kloo Horn Cantina Caper” tells the story of Muftak and Kabe’s adventure at the Mos Eisley Cantina: “At Mos Eisley, everyone has side-hustles, but the Muftak and Kabe? Even their side-hustles have side-hustles.”

Paul S Kemp’s “Sparks” tells the story of Gold Squadron: “Small sparks can start big fires.”

Beth Revis’ “Fully Operational” tells the story of a very important meeting: “A weapon was meant to be fired. Every military man could tell you that. Treat all weapons as charged; never assume a blaster was set simply to stun and not kill.”

Tom Angleberger’s “Whills” is the last story of the book, described as ‘really the beginning of the entire tale. Sort of. It’s a work in progress.’: “May the force be with me as I begin the sacred task of writing in the Journal of the Whills…”

Some of these stories seem to have really clever and compelling ideas. Obi-Wan Kenobi in the moment of his death? The story of the Tantive IV filling the gap between Rogue One and A New Hope? The life of a droid with a bad motivator?

Reading these ideas has me extremely excited to read this collection and makes me wonder if the Star Wars standalone films would ever dare tackle an anthology film. Imagine the greatest writers and directors getting together for a bunch of short films in the Star Wars universe. I could never imagine someone like Steven Spielberg or Quentin Tarantino directing a Star Wars movie, but maybe a five or 15 minute short film could happen? How cool would that be?

You can pre-order From a Certain Point of View (Star Wars) on Amazon now. Del Rey has released the cover art seen above and a list of some of the authors that are participating in this project:

Ben Acker & Ben Blacker

Renee Ahdieh

Tom Angleberger

Meg Cabot

Rae Carson

Adam Christopher

Zoraida Cordova

Delilah S. Dawson

Paul Dini

Alexander Freed

Jason Fry

Christie Golden

EK Johnston & Ashley Eckstein

Paul Kemp

Mur Lafferty

Ken Liu

Griffin McElroy

John Jackson Miller

Nnedi Okorafor

Daniel José Older

Mallory Ortberg

Madeleine Roux

Gary D. Schmidt

Cavan Scott

Sabaa Tahir

Glen Weldon

Chuck Wendig

Gary Whitta

And more!

Source: Slashfilm.com Article by:  Peter Sciretta

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So I finished reading From a Certain Point of View and here’s my favorites/ why (In order how they appear) I might actually make a video about this book it was so good

Raymus – Gary Whitta  - Because I never thought I’d cry about Captain Antilles but here we are

The Red One – Rae Carson - I just really enjoyed this story about the little red droid who basically made the decision to save everyone –also R2 threatening the Jawas with death was amusing

Rites – John Jackson Miller – I’m not going to lie I love this one because it reminded me how much I loved Kenobi and I really want it to be canon again

Master and Apprentice -Claudia Gray – Well this one’s just heart breaking Qui Gon comes back to visit Obi Wan AND APOLOGIZES also remarking about how even after everything Obi Wan still wants to live which just makes everything worse

Born in the Storm – Daniel Jose Older – I’m a sucker for stormtroopers defecting and the scarstic way this one was written just made it better

Laina – Wil Wheaton ­– Man fuck you Wil Wheaton this one just hurt

Eclipse – Madeleine Roux – Alderaan blowing up from Bail and Brea’s point of view spoilers it’s just as heart breaking as you think it would be

Verge of Greatness – Pablo Hidalgo – Tarkin and Krennic being assholes is always fun

Of MSE-6 and Men-Glen Weldon – Listen I never imagined the reason that the mouse droid was following Luke and Han around was because Luke was wearing the armor of Stormtrooper TK-421 (the droids owner) who was only transferred to security because he was shacking up with Tarkin – but it’s 2017 and this story was super amusing

Time of Death – Cavan Scott – Obi wan’s death from Obi wan’s point of view and then him remembering things like the fact that he was the one that built those model planes that luke plays with, and regretting things and I’m not crying you’re crying

Desert Son – Pierce Brown – Bigg’s love letter that’s basically what this is and it’s heart breaking and I just really love Biggs, guys

The Angle -Charles Soule – Actual coolest man in the galaxy Lando being the actual coolest man in the galaxy and seeing the footage of his dumb ass best friend attacking the Death Star in his ship via a holo vid on the rebellion dark web in a back-alley bar

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