i have to shoutout the lovely…..mal/ @rebelmade !! i know we joke all the time, but mal is seriously one of the most welcoming and funny people i know. she has held my hand through a lot and is seriously a joy to talk to and i think she is so talented at every muse she has and i’m so glad to be friends with her even if she makes of the fact that i cant do the abcs right
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me: oh adding kaytoo could be fun, i love sassy droids
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❤️👀
lenee breaking out the synesthesia readings || @rebelmade
hmm i think you’re purple/3 and maroon/8 which is like, someone who is energetic and friendly, likes making new connections and friends. and is also *very* loyal to those friends. you tend to want to make people laugh and feel good about themselves. your response when people around you are upset is to try and offer something to alleviate that, often with distraction. but when necessary you’re ready to fight for them too and get protective af.
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@rebelmade sent: ❛ it wasn’t your fault. ❜
stars, how he wished he could believe those words. usually, when cassian told him anything poe took it as the gospel, not because he was a food that believed his godfather incapable of lying, he just assumed cassian wouldn’t lie to him. at least not about anything that truly mattered.
but this matters, this matters more than anything else ever has and no words can convince poe that he hadn’t nearly doomed the whole resistance.
looking up at cassian with his eyes dark and pained, none of the stars that usually make a home in them, all poe can do is shake his head. it was his fault. it was all his fault. he should have known the first order would be following him, would come to that village, he should’ve been faster, better, something.
“you should’ve seen them, the died in the sand, all of them.”
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@rebelmade asked: "i am content with the impression i give" — to whoever you want, because ily
A RUMBLING CHUCKLE forming in his chest, the young pilot sank into into a seat without an answer. Folding his arms snuggly across his chest, he regarded the older man with a canted head. “ Are you? Sir? “ The honorific, barely remembered, was almost lost to too much amusement at the other’s supposed ‘contentment’. Even if a negative impression didn’t bother or peeve a person, how could they be simply content with it? Against those entirely antithetical to him, no, he could not care less for their thoughts, but those around him were an entirely different factor.
Loss. He’d already identified a weakness in himself there, how faced with loss, he pulled away or even refused to be warm in the first place, affecting not only first impressions but everything after. No one needed that, let alone his fellow pilots.
“ And when this war is over? Will you care then, Sir? ” How many times had he thought about simply that? When the war was over... If he survived, what would he do? Where would he go? Home. He’d go home, or as close to it as he could, and pursue childhood dreams. He’d become an architect, build a memorial for his parents and the rest of those who’d been on their station when the pirates struck. He’d raise a family, honor what he lost, and live. “ Switching from hardened soldier to something understandable to civvies, that’s no small task. “
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@rebelmade : i just wanted to make sure you were okay.
" cassian -- " qi'ra truly admired his bleeding heart when he chose to show it, but it was misplaced. it was not his fault. he simply had no idea the true nature of what happened behind closed doors, and it was clear that dryden's death had reached some. fingers dig into her biceps, arms crossing her chest tight. her head bows in shame, or maybe it wasn't shame. she wasn't quite sure at this point. a sigh falls from her lips and she turns on her heel to face him. chin is held high, jaw is clenched.
" if this is about vos, i'm fine. more than fine. - im happier than i've been in a long, long time. " would she keep up that it was beckett that took vos's life, or would she come clean to him at least? better to get a read on how he might react to her response in the first place.
hill house. / accepting.
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“𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐀 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄, captain andor,” she states genuinely, words laced with a gentle respect of the sort she rarely offers, pale gaze lifting from the bright sheen of holos. “i had hoped we might have a few minutes to speak, you and i.”
satine leans back thoughtfully, hands lacing together before her. “i’ve been giving thought as to how i might be of more use to your,” a pause as she considers her words, a breath before she rephrases, “our endeavor in this war. i know i can rely on you for an honest opinion.”
SC: @rebelmade
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her gaze is fixed on the small child running after chopper. there’s a tightness to her chest, the world seemingly smaller than before. it was odd, feeling so proud, so in love with that teeny tiny trouble maker.... and yet, feeling this terrible loss, a gaping wound in her chest that she could never fill. he was so like him, so like kanan and the thought almost brought a tear to the twi’lek’s eyes before she took a breath in order to steady herself. arms folded across her chest, head turning to the rebel who came to stop at her side. “ he’s so like him.... ---- his eyes, just everything about him. “ another breath is taken in, her gaze returning to the droid as he chased her son around the base. “ he would have loved him. “ ————————- @rebelmade ⁞⁞ ❮ cassian. ❯
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“you are friends with the kx droid, don’t you?” she isn’t looking at him; gaze falls more to his shoulder than his face, “the one called k-2so--” friend of the droid, as she understands it; droids didn’t belong to people. or, at least, they shouldn’t. “he is in very good condition.”
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i need to send in some positivity for @rebelmade / @warfrcnt, because mal is an absolute blessing in my life and i love her so much. i’m absolutely obsessed with the way you write all of your characters, but i can’t lie i have a particular love for your cassian and anakin. screaming at you on discord about our muses and all the threads we have planned is an absolute joy, and i hope you know how loved and appreciated you are in the community. i love you !!
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❝ I DON’T HAVE MUCH FOR YOU THIS TIME, ❞ After the Empire had set up camp on the outskirts of the town, things around there had gotten worse. There wasn’t much she could do, she had to lay low, for her own safety. ❝ It seems they started manufacturing the new class of imperial TIE’s. If you want, I’m sure I can get my hands on some plans of factory. ❞
*・゚—— ┊ 𝙸.𝙳.: @rebelmade, x.
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starter for @rebelmade !
“ you and erso are going to enact your plan anyway. ” it isn’t a question , not truly ; bail has more than one set of ears around here , knows more than many would imagine. “ i’d like to be of assistance. tell me what you need. ”
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@rebelmade / ❝ is it worth being beaten to death? ❞
tcw prompts : accepting .
the silence is just silence, even if some would describe it as unsettling. but that’s not his problem. fett reclines in the worm’s throne and a slight shake of his helmet is his first answer. the second follows closely, bored by its company: “i’m not in the business of suicide missions.”
it’s a hint at something. maybe. he leaves that kind of subtlety to spies.
“the payment’s fair. so are your odds. i wouldn’t offer you a job if i thought you weren’t up to it.” he looks towards the staircase leading out of the throne room. the rays of tatooine suns catch specks of dust mid-air. the inside of the palace is claimed, thoroughly conquered by shand and him. but the desert outside still has no idea someone else owns it now. his attention returns to the man before him, focus redoubled in his voice: “if it’s your conscience you’re worried about, you can rest easy. your target is a slaver.”
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@rebelmade sent: it's a big bad laser moon and it has to go
ur so right about that, cassian, thank you so much for your help in this trying time. im gonna jump in my pew pew machine and go blow up the big bad laser moon.
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@rebelmade sent: what i choose is my choice.
“but it’s not just your life!” poe yells, really yells, something he cannot remember ever doing to his godfather as an adult. maybe as a child throwing a tantrum, or a teenager desperate to prove himself. but not as the man he is now. no, he looks to cassian with respect that boarders on reverence, he trusts him with his life. with anything. but he feels that trust crashing down to his feet right now. “you aren’t a lone wolf and you can’t just expect me to sit back and let you do something that could get you killed.” there’s something in his voice, something that goes beyond just childish worry for a man who helped raise him.
in this moment, he feels like a general, like he has the right to give cassian an order. he isn’t a boy sitting at his knee begin for stories anymore.
“what happens if you die? what do i tell luke? my father?” he tries to even out his voice, to put power but no fear behind his words. but that’s the problem, he is afraid. “there are people that need you alive. your choice is your’s, but it’s not just your life that is at risk.”
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@rebelmade said : i am feeling serious fucking concern.
" you need to trust me, cassian. " jaw is clenched ever so slightly, shoulders tense as her hands come up from resting on her hips to cross tight over her chest. a shake of her head follows her harsh tone, moving closer to him so that she may speak to him friend to friend, rather than syndicate crime boss to spy. " countless times i have been in this position, and countless times will i be in it again. i can handle it. "
but just as quickly as her slight scold comes, it melts into a smile directed only towards him and a nudge of his arm with her elbow as she walks past him towards her desk. " thanks for your serious fucking concern, though. it means a lot. "
hill house. / accepting.
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