#something something practicing being v aware of your allies positions

[ragdollsaal]

AN INTRODUCTION TO SAALIHA FINKELSTEIN ✄

Positive traits: observant, clever, kind, romantic, sensible, honest, sympathetic, creative, curious

Negative traits: restless, clumsy, timid, unsure/self-doubting, lost, anxious, stubborn

INFJ * 25 * Human * 5’8 * Pharmacist * Ambidextrous 

Little Details:

a lot of people tend to underestimate saaliha due to her kind, calm nature.  don’t mistake those qualities for weakness. girl can do the damn thing!

doesn’t scare or panic easily. worrying is a different story though... BUT if you’ve got a huge spider in your apartment or something and need to call for reinforcements… call saaliha. she will probably make friends with it. 

very loyal/reliable and values all her friendships with her WHOLE HEART. her friends are everything to her. the “found family” trope is real!

night owl. lovesssss nighttime walks. 

HUGE tea girl. has a whole cabinet dedicated to it and loves mixing flavors together to make some delicious drinks. 

often finds her old self battling with her new self. or rather the self her father forced her to be versus the self she’s bloomed into after running away. can lead to a bit of imposter syndrome when she gets too in her head/heart about it. 

a sucker for love and romance. loves valentine’s day almost as much as halloween. 

she’s a very eclectic girl in every aspect. style, knowledge, hobbies, interests, decor…

saaliha is definitely going through her young and free, rebellious, adventurer phase right now. there is so much she wants to try! so much she wants to learn about! so much she doesn’t want to miss out on! the only problem is that sometimes her timid side can get the best of her. especially if it's anything that results in a lot of attention on her. 

v skilled with a mortar and pestle. saaliha makes a lot of her own herbal concoctions for daily routines. oh, you’re inquiring about how she keeps her hair so long, shiny and healthy? she’ll give you a bottle of the hair oil she makes herself!

can often be suckered into helping someone persistent/friendly enough with with just about anything. be kind not to take advantage of her :) or do. 

Dive Deeper:

Saaliha is a deeply observant girl with a pretty good judge of character. She also tends to be very aware and in tune with her surroundings. Because of this, Saaliha finds herself with the spooky talent of occasionally feeling when something bad or good is about to happen. Her gut is her biggest ally, whether she decides to follow it or not.

In this new outside world far away from her father, Saaliha is able to explore and connect with her creative side for the first time. As a girl who grew up surrounded by patients and prescriptions, she never thought she’d be savvy in the arts… but there’s so much to do! She’s particularly grown fond of sewing and clothing design. To her surprise, they come quite naturally to her! The brunette makes a lot of her own clothes, and if you happen to catch her on Halloween, she’ll tremendously appreciate any kind words you have for her handmade costumes. Additionally, Saaliha has also developed quite the knack for drawing and poetry.

Every time Saaliha steals a glance at her scars she’s reminded of all the pain that stemmed from the accident of her first escape attempt. She battles with her own insecurities from the unnerving marks that decorate her skin, and frequently hides them from wandering eyes. When she traces them with her fingers, self-doubt creeps along her spine and she can practically hear the lingering whispers of her father calling her a “foolish, fragile girl.” Saaliha hopes that one day, she’ll look at her scars as a reminder of her bravery instead of failure.

Saaliha truly doesn’t know what to think about being a pharmacist. Sure, she’s always had a talent for medicine… but it was talent that was forced on her by her father. Sometimes she thinks herself a coward for staying in a profession she doesn’t fully enjoy… but there is so much that is still so new to her… plus she was resentfully good at it. Saaliha found fascinating moments in medicine every once in a while. Mostly so when it came to herbal medicine. That area was always her favorite.

Being stuck in the dreary, dull and mundane for nearly all her life, Saaliha finds solace in the weird and wonderful. She’s a friend to all misfits and enjoys places that might be overlooked or discarded. The world is full of such beauty— whether conventional or not. She never judges anything or anyone at face value and is very open to trying new things.

#intro post #might add to this in the future!

[astridbecks]

29 for Min?

Min + sweat

Since coming to Baldur’s Gate, Min has fallen into something like a routine.

Living in the Lower City gives her ample excuse for skipping the sunrise ceremony most of the time, but she tries to make it to the temple by dawn at least five times a tenday. (Otherwise, the curtains in her room do an excellent job of blocking the sun, and for the first time in years she has the option of sleeping in as late as she likes on a regular basis.)

On the other side of the day, just before dusk descends over the city, she goes down to the courtyard and jogs around the perimeter until her breath comes fast and she starts to feel a prick of sweat despite the autumn air. Then she works through her usual routine of stretches, exercises, and forms — a strange mix of ones she picked up in the army, ones Arizima has shown her, and ones that she figured out on her own.

She enjoys this. The sweat, the ache of exertion, the awareness of the limits and potential of her own body. Not training for war, just to be stronger. Sometimes, she’ll recruit a whelpling or three to perch on her back while she does push-ups, or to cling to her shield while she lifts them up into the air. They seem to have fun with that. She still doesn’t know how children work, but they’re certainly not as fragile as she’d initially feared, and having to stay aware of where several tiny dragonborn are while she moves is probably helpful in honing some sort of protective instinct.

That’s a justification, anyways. The real reason is that it’s fun, and hearing the giggles as she hoists a pair of whelplings above her head makes her laugh, too.

[send me a microfic prompt!]

#answered #vefanyar #ask game #oc: not a broken heart in a hollow body #min; juggling several of nor’s niblings: hey look at me! :D #do Not let this paladin babysit anyone ever #on the other hand consider this: what if min’s lvl 2 protection fighting style #was at least partially due to this training #something something practicing being v aware of your allies positions #my fic #new dawn union

[urslasherbaby]

The collector NSFW alphabet ;)

The perfect way to come back! 😍

The Collector/Asa Emory NSFW Alphabet

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Asa gets pretty rough in bed, so he knows that aftercare is extremely important for his little pet. He’ll clean you up, get you water, mend any wounds--whatever he needs to to get you ready for your next session. Later on, he’ll start to hold you right after sex claiming it’s all for your benefit, but you know how much of a cuddle bug Asa can be.

B = Body Part (Their favorite part of their own body and their S/O’s)

He values his arms and hands more than anything. Asa is extremely meticulous, able to methodically tear apart a person in mere minutes... and the same thing goes for you. If you’ve acted particularly naughty, teasing and messing with him all day, he won’t say a word before throwing you over his shoulder and taking you to the bedroom to be punished.

Of course, you like his eyes the most. You two could be sitting on the couch doing nothing but reading and you’ll look up at him only to get lost in those predatory, flat black eyes. You’ll try and look away before he catches you staring, but he always knows. 

C = Cum (Anything to do with it really… I’m a disgusting person)

He loves to cum inside you more than anything. Marking his little pet with his cock fills him with so much satisfaction. However, what really wants is to torture you with how many times he can make you orgasm. As a man who thrives on control, anything to do with orgasm denial or control is right up his ally.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) 

While researching different games for you two to play, Asa accidentally stumbled upon a pegging video. For some reason he can’t quite explain, it made him rock hard in an instant. He watched at least 3 more hours of female domination videos and came four times. He’s never once gone back for more, but his imagination filled in the blanks for him. He rarely ever masturbates, but thinking of you thrusting into his ass with a strap-on, pulling at his hair and grabbing his throat, has interrupted your sleep more than once.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?) 

Asa is fairly experienced when it comes to sex, but even more so when it comes to acts of torture. He has mastered the art of finding a person’s weakness and exploiting the hell out of it. Sometimes it comes in handy having a partner who instinctively knows exactly what you want at any given moment... but then again, your partner is also someone who fucking thrives on taking advantage of you.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying, will probably include a visual)

If it’s spur of the moment, Asa will grab you and take you from behind, absolutely pounding into you as fast and hard as possible. However, when it’s proper sex, he wants to be on top of you with your legs wrapped around him so he can see every second of you coming undone for him.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.) 

Oh, he is dead serious when you two are together, and practically every moment after. You’ve never even seen him smile so much as smirk knowingly. You don’t mind, of course, however, any attempts at joking around or poking fun will be taken as a challenge and the punishment will fit accordingly.

H = Hair (How well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Asa is pretty straight-laced so grooming is already natural to him. He keeps himself fairly trimmed but doesn’t really think about it much after that.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect)

Asa originally saw your value as merely a pet to pleasure himself with, but as he realized how much you truly wanted and accepted him, he’s come to terms with keeping you permanently. He’ll probably never admit to being in love with you, but you can see it in his face whenever he stops to stare at you curiously or when he moves the hair out of your face to see it more clearly. It’s the small things he does--the things he doesn’t even realize--that warm your heart.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Asa doesn’t masturbate. He uses his favorite toy--you. Even before he met you, he would use one of his collection to satisfy himself in the moment. Of course, now that he has you well trained and perfect for him, he no longer has any use for them. Poor Abby...

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Definitely a BDSM fiend, particularly pet play and master/slave roleplay. Asa needs to be in control at all times, and that especially applies in the bedroom. He loves to see you on your knees at the door waiting for him and expects an enthusiastic “yes master” to every request he makes. He will not wait for you, he will not ask permission. By living with and accepting him, you’ve already given your consent to be his forever.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

He prefers to keep your sex life in the bedroom since that’s where he houses all of his lovely toys, however, there was one day when you got to tag along with him back to the hotel. He told you to stay in one spot but your curiosity got the best of you and you had to explore. You were careful, of course, but one trap managed to slip by you. Fortunately, it wasn’t fatal, just a deterrent for runaways. Unfortunately, the look on Asa’s face might as well been. 

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Asa loves seeing his good little pet follow his orders... but what turns him on the most is when you give him a chance to punish you. Teasing him, acting bratty, or just plain ignoring his commands will always be followed by a deep growl and him dragging you by the hair into the bedroom. If you think him tying you to the bed and pounding into you was rough--he’ll redefine the word to you.

N = No (Something they wouldn’t talk about, turn-offs)

Obviously family is a very sensitive topic. Occasionally you’ll mention your parents or a story from your childhood and Asa will get very quiet--even more so than usual. He also has a fairly hard time expressing his emotions, so any lovey-dovey romantic gestures will only get a lukewarm response at best.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

It purely depends on his mood. Sometimes he feels like giving you a treat, slowly licking and sucking at your core. Other times he punishes you by forcing his cock down your throat. Either way, he’s masterful at it all. He once made you cum four times in a row for teasing him while he was at work. Asa admitted later he would’ve kept going had you not passed out.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.) 

There really isn’t much to Asa that’s sensual. Of course, he knows how to thrust into you at a punishing pace, but even when he goes slow he still purposely slams into your g-spot while depriving you of the sweet pressure you really need. Occasionally he’ll go slow as a reward for good behavior, taking his time pleasuring every inch of you. 

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Like all things, Asa prefers to be methodical. He’ll always want to bring you to your knees and that means taking his time. Occasionally he’ll indulge himself with a quick blowjob or bend you over the table and fingerfuck you, but at the end of the day, you two will always end up back in the bed.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Asa loves to experiment--he is a scientist at heart after all. He knows you trust him completely, and the same goes for him, so he feels no pressure introducing you to new things in the bedroom. But what he loves even more is when you find new toys and games to play. Crawling into his office on all fours with a pair of restraints in your mouth will send him over the moon.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last)

Asa has mastered keeping his stamina in check by focusing on you. It doesn’t matter if he has one round in him or five for that night because you’ll always cum at least twice before he does. 

T = Toy (Do they own/use toys? On themselves or their partner?)

That tool case Asa had while torturing Arkin? Imagine one just like it except it’s filled with vibrators, restraints, nipple clamps, etc. Not to mention the wall of whips and paddles he has in the basement of his house. 

U = Unfair (How much do they like to tease?)

Everything this man does to you is unfair, and you have no say in any of it. If he feels like it, Asa will pull you don’t your pants and start licking at your cunt in the middle of the kitchen only to leave you right before cumming. He wants you to beg for him, crave him, need him.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make ) 

Asa already stays fairly quiet, but in the bedroom, he is deadly silent. Besides the grunts and low moans he makes while fucking you, he doesn’t make a sound. Sometimes he’ll even wear his mask meaning you won’t even be able to see his expressions. It can be intimidating... but it turns you on all the more.

W = Wild Card (A random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Usually, Asa is very self-aware when it comes to things he finds attractive in a partner. He knows he likes them pretty and demure--more submissive than anything. However, in meeting you he’s learned something he never realized before: being attracted to your intellect. Seeing you being able to keep up with complicated biology terms and insert your own knowledgable opinions gets him incredibly turned on. It took you forever to understand why Asa was suddenly rewarding you so much. Now you’re happy to exploit your boyfriend’s sapiophilia any chance you can. 

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what going on in those pants, pictures or words)

Asa’s cock is larger than average at six inches and a lot thicker as well. It fills you up inside perfectly, especially with his usual fast and rough pacing.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Asa can keep himself under control for as long as he can before he’s able to find you. He doesn’t need sex every day, especially with how long your play sessions can get. You two probably have proper sex at least 2-3 times a week, but your master/slave relationship goes on 24/7. 

Z = ZZZ (How quickly will they fall asleep afterwards?)

Asa will always wait for you to get comfortable and fall asleep first before him. In the beginning, it was mostly about trust--he didn’t want you running off or doing something to him, but now that’s you’re his good little pet, he wants to do his best to take care of you. Once you’re cleaned up, settled into bed, and no longer restless enough to keep him awake, then he’ll nod off to sleep, keeping his eyes on you all the while.

[sortinghatchats]

On Slytherin Secondaries

A Slytherin Secondary’s defining constant is to change. They adapt to the situation, going with the flow and making use of advantages as they come. They are good at spotting unexpected opportunities and rapidly shifting their aim and approach in order to snatch up the possibilities in front of them (sometimes leading them to appear lucky where they are actually better described as opportunistic).

This maneuverability adds to the Slytherin reputation for manipulation, cunning, and deceit– but from the Slytherin’s perspective, those opportunities were there for other people to see, too, and taking advantage of them is neither dishonest nor tricky, but resourceful. 

The Slytherin Secondary is a method–like all secondaries, it can applied to any goal or morality. This Secondary hinges on a comfort with the idea of change. It doesn’t feel deceitful to a Slytherin to change to fit the needs of their environment– to be kind with this person, forceful with this one, erudite to the next. This adaptability can be applied to manipulation, influence, and power, but a Slytherin secondary can just as easily focus their efforts on maintaining friendships, making people happy, encouraging positive social change, or streamlining communication. 

Slytherin’s success depends majorly on what problem it is they have to solve. Slytherins make up their plan of attack in the moment. Their actions, visage, and choices are specific to that situation. They are better at some spaces than others, and without input that they can properly react to they will tend to find themselves out of their depths until they can find new inputs. 

Gryffindor v Slytherin

The loudest similarity between a Gryffindor and Slytherin secondary is a knack for improvisation—they don’t necessarily have to be averse to planning ahead, but both Gryffindor and Slytherin secondaries tend to thrive when put up against situations where they have to react, act on instinct, or “make it up as we go.” 

Not trusting their own ability to change and adapt can mess up a Slytherin. Going in with a rigid game plan often only gets in a Slytherin’s way, keeping them from following new, better directions as they appear in the moment. This sacrifices their greatest advantage in their situation, which is being able to shift their actions to accommodate new changes in information or actions without being thrown off. 

Both Slytherin and Gryffindor secondaries tend also to be skilled at almost “accidentally” shaping their world to meet their needs. Gryffindors’ genuineness can inspire the world around them, while Slytherins will adapt to their own best advantage without thinking about it. They’ll walk into a situation and things will work out to their benefit without them quite knowing what happened or what they did to influence it. These two secondaries will turn things to their advantage in a way that other people can’t, but might be unaware of how they did it or even that they did it. And those with self-awareness of their impact here can have just as incredible effects. 

It is for this reason that a Slytherin Secondary and Gryffindor Secondary who are on the same page and working together have the potential to be a nearly unstoppable team. Improvising together, they can take charge of a situation in a holistic way that leaves no social angle unexplored– or unexploited. 

They can often look like each other too, to an extent where they can be mistaken for each other. When Slytherin Secondaries stop adapting, they take on a blunt affect that we call a Neutral State. A neutral state is how we can claim that blunt, stubborn Toph from Avatar: The Last Airbender shares a secondary with lethal, manipulative Azula from the same franchise. 

The Neutral State

Most of the time, most Slytherin Secondaries live comfortably in a system of shifting facades and able code-switching, singing a different tune to every situation. But when they are feeling safe, in the company of trusted people, or when they are feeling particularly apathetic and done with the world, Slytherin Secondaries often let all those shifting layers drop—this is the neutral state. The neutral state is easy to mistake for a Gryffindor Secondary because there is a similar sharp-edged, unreserved honesty to it. But the motivation for this honesty is coming from different places.

The neutral state is blunt and often rough, unphased by stepping on people’s toes. For the Slytherin Secondary, it’s a luxury not to care about stepping on toes— a Slytherin’s best tools for their own comfort, success, and joy involve paying close attention to their circumstances and reacting accordingly in order to manipulate the spaces they inhabit. Slytherin Secondaries worry about other people’s toes almost constantly. So to stop caring about that is an emotional equivalent to taking off a wig that’s been itching you all day, or finally peeling off those tight jeans and putting on your favorite worn sweatpants. Even when the neutral state is being confrontational, it is coming from a place of relative relaxation. 

Gryffindor Secondaries, on the other hand, are honest and blunt because it feels wrong and disingenuous for them not to be. It is an imperative for them in a way that it very much isn’t for the Slytherin Secondary. 

One of the best comparisons between the Gryffindor Secondary bluntness and Slytherin Secondary neutral state is this: a Gryffindor is an unstoppable force. A Slytherin in the confidence of their neutral state is an immovable object. Slytherin Secondaries do not charge. They stare at you and blink while you try to explain to them why they should move anywhere they don’t want to. Toph Bei Fong, Lorelai Gilmore, and Percy Jackson are examples of Slytherin Secondaries who live virtually exclusively in their neutral state. 

When a Slytherin Secondary is not in the neutral state, they present more classically— there’s a level of shiftiness and cunning (also known as flexibility, interpersonal skills, and code switching). But for a Slytherin Secondary, adapting so constantly can feel like wearing a mask. A mask that is still genuinely them, maybe, but a mask nonetheless. There is an awareness of presentation and a prioritizing of presentation that the other Secondaries don’t quite do. And underneath that mask, and that awareness, is always going to be their neutral state.

The fallacy that other people’s minds work the same as ours– the one that Gryffindor and Hufflepuff Primaries can fall into when they assume that everyone makes decisions based on their internal moral compass for example, or that makes some Ravenclaw Secondaries assume other people are stupid not different– for Slytherin Secondaries this fallacy creates the assumption that beneath all of the social rules and posturing, everyone knows what they are doing. They know that there are ways that are more useful to act in certain situations, and sometimes can fall into the bad habit of assuming that other people are incompetent when they don’t excel at that type of improvisation.

They assume that eventually, if you get close enough to someone, they will smile and take off all their layers and have the same core of steadfast realism and social understanding that lies underneath that adaptable Slytherin Secondary. That they will laugh and go “yes, of course I knew what I was playing at” and turn off their stubbornness, see beyond the logical argument and emotional components, and come to the basic understanding that practicality is one of the few things in this world worth wholly subscribing to as a policy. They assume that everyone has a neutral state. Finding out that not everyone does can be unsettling. 

Slytherin Secondaries and their Models

Slytherin Secondaries will completely transform when it’s required. This gives them great effectiveness in spur of the moment plans and separate, unconnected situations like social interactions with strangers, but can put them at a disadvantage in situations that require a ‘long-haul’ kind of mentality: creating a reputation as a good worker at your job, as an honest friend, or as someone you can always go to for a safe place and a good opinion. The same flexibility that gives them such an advantage is their downfall when success relies on consistency of method.

Some Slytherins might try to compensate for this by working on improving their skills at planning, integrity, or charging. While they are not more likely to have a Secondary model than the other Secondaries, they have a unique relationship with their model, using it to fill in the gaps left in their skillset by a basic technique of flexibility. Models can give them more solid skills, ones that they can fall back on when their flexibility fails them and leaves them floundering.

They might, with a Ravenclaw Secondary model, learn to make their plans loosely structured to allow for later improvisation that won’t mess it up, or they might take mental notes of how they tend to improvise and try to predict themselves. They might, with a Hufflepuff Secondary model, make an intentional effort to build habits for themselves and stick with them. A Gryffindor Secondary model would increase their integrity and give them more effective leadership techniques, if that’s something that would be useful for them.

It’s important to note, however, that when we talk about acquiring these ‘solid’ skills, that there is still a consistent core to a Slytherin secondary. They are not less reliable or more flighty– they are more adaptable, and that has little to impact on the integrity of their core or the relationships they form. Long term friends or allies of a Slytherin secondary are likely to know and trust the underlying consistency of the Slytherin secondary, and to rely on their flexibility and support.

Communication with a Slytherin secondary can become a complicated thing–when building an important relationship, Slytherins often have to find or create some common ground to speak in. This common ground can be found if the person they’re talking to knows them well enough to read their layers and see through any slights of word. It can also be found by the Slytherin dropping down to a more straightforward way of communicating, either by being in their neutral state or by turning that flexibility toward accuracy and matching the communication style of whomever they’re talking to. 

Much like people will sometimes change their style of speech depending on if they’re talking to a board of professors, a group of their peers at a dinner party, or a group of their friends at a bar, a Slytherin Secondary will change their style of speech depending on the individual that they’re talking to– unless they make a very conscious choice not to, or if they live in their neutral state.

It is common but not inherent to the Slytherin Secondary for them to become more comfortable being in their neutral state around people once they build mutual trust. This can be rewarding for the other person, as it can feel like the Slytherin has let down their walls and is showing them a part of themselves that not many people get to see. It can also take people by surprise, especially if they were previously unaware of the Slytherin’s layers, and they can feel betrayed and lied to in retrospect. 

But the Slytherin Secondary doesn’t see their flexibility as a form of lying or being disingenuous. Like how speaking in a second language doesn’t change the meaning behind their words, tailoring their vocabulary and presentation doesn’t inherently change what they’re trying to communicate. You can be true to yourself without being consistent in your approach; you can have multiple layers without the surface layers being fake or ‘less you’. They’re just as valid, if maybe not as intimate, as the layers you have deeper down. 

To Sum:

The Slytherin secondary, like the Ravenclaw, is a Situational secondary. They find power in situations they are prepared to interact with as opposed to the Inspirational Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors, who gather their strength in the form of support from, assumptions made by, or influence on the people around them. While Ravenclaws need plans and specific skills to excel in different situations, Slytherins need input to react to. They’re responsive to situations as an inherent characteristic, which can lead to anything from exceptionally active and understanding listening to, yes, manipulation. When they lack input, however, they can often find themselves unsure of what to do in a situation, blinking as blankly as a Ravenclaw caught without their tools.

The Slytherin Secondary is also an Improvisational secondary, like the Gryffindor Secondary. Slytherin Secondaries shine when they are thrown into a situation with limited preparation or knowledge going into it. Quick-footed, they take their cues from the situation at hand and change how they’re presenting to either go along with the flow or to nudge the flow in the right direction. Gryffindor Secondaries on the other hand charge into the situations, consistently genuine and refusing to edit who they are and how they present for their audience. Both are improvising, responding to the situation as it goes, but the Gryffindor Secondary is firm and often passionate while Slytherin Secondary is transformative and flexible.

Slytherin is one of our Fluid Secondaries, able to change to fit the needs and space of any room they enter into. They transform and, unlike Hufflepuff, our other Fluid House, they have no need to "believe" that transformation in the moment.

#sortinghatchats #sorting hat chats #slytherin

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Mustang Ride (Part I)

Request

Hi, if your requests are still open please can I request a Lena fic where the reader is animal shifter similar to Beast Boy and the two are reminiscing on how they met, maybe the reader saved Lena after an assassination attempt? Also, I loved your patient zero series so much.

A/N: Hello, I hope everyone enjoyed this weekend!! I just finished this little request, this one was a lot of fun to write. Thank you so much to @veteranwerewolf95 who requested it and shared some ideas with me for this imagine, also please follow her blog. I hope you enjoy it and let me know what you think!!

Lena Luthor x Shapeshifter!R//Word Count: 1,944

Series: Part I - Part II - Part III - Part IV - Part V

"We are going to be late." You mumbled between kisses.

In half hour or so, you were supposed to meet the Superfriends at Kara's for game night. If Lena didn't stop kissing you, you wouldn't leave her apartment. It wasn't that you didn't want to keep kissing this wonderful woman, you would be crazy to ever think it, but you also didn't like being late.

Today's paper work at the DEO had taken a bit longer to finish and you had to fly over half National City to get to your own apartment. You landed in your balcony, transformed yourself back to normal, and shuddered to shake some feathers that got stuck in your hair. Loose feathers were a little problem when changing into birds.

You took your phone off to text Lena about your lateness and rushed into your room to take a quick shower. You changed your uniform for something more casual and, when you finished, went to the mirror to take a quick look at yourself. Finally, you fixed your hair a little, and went back to the balcony. With a leap of faith, you took off to Lena's penthouse, as a good looking falcon.

Lena was ready when you arrived and she opened the door to her balcony to let you in. The breeze was cold outside, so the first thing you did was hug her while you pretended to shiver. You feel her laugh in your neck while putting her arms around you and, after a moment, she gave you a welcome kiss that turned into more. Eventually, she leaned away from you when she heard you saying you were running late.

"Not", she smirked, "if you let me ride you there." That little phrase, ride me, was an inside joke between the two of you.

You rolled your eyes at her and smiled. "You will never letting me forget that, will you?"

"Mmm, accurate." She teased.

"Hey, I saved your life." You said arching an eyebrow.

"Yes but you had to admit it was really funny." Lena gave a small kiss and let go of you to grab her keys.

"If I recall correctly, you were the one with a funny reaction."

"Well, you caught me by surprise. I didn't know my guard dog was, in fact, a DEO agent." You followed her as she walked to her door.

You had started working with the DEO when Kara, or rather Supergirl, had find you after a raid on Roulette's fighting club. You had the misfortune of crossing paths with her and, once she discovered your unusual abilities, she had to put you on her ring. J'onn had also taken an interest on your changing nature and offered a position inside the organization. You thought working along Supergirl, to stop people like Roulette and other major threats, would be nice for a change. You accepted almost immediately.

A few months as a DEO agent and you had befriended the Superfriends. Kara and Alex were helping you with your training. Winn had made it his personal mission to get you a super suit. And J'onn was impressed at how well you had adapted to the job that he had sent you to a few missions with Supergirl, and even Guardian. It was interesting to discover who was behind those suits and the people behind those heroes.

One day, however, Kara came into the DEO marching towards you. You knew you had done nothing to inspire such reaction from her but then stood in front of you. The suit, her power pose, and the disgruntled expression, were enough to make you want to turn into a mouse and hide from her.

"I need to talk with you." It's all she said before heading to the training room. You followed right away.

The matter at hand was Lena. You knew Kara and she were best friends but you hadn't had the opportunity to meet her in person, not yet. From what you had heard about her, Lena Luthor was in reality a good person with a bad reputation, due to her family. Her brother had already tried to assassinate her and her mother had tried to kidnap her a week ago. Kara was worried they would try something else so she needed you to make sure she was safe, for a few days at least. You didn't see how you fitted in all of that until she explained you the plan she had been elaborating on her brief flight here.

"A guard dog?" You raised both eyebrows at her.

"Yes, it's perfect." She started pacing back and forth. "That way we can keep an eye on her. If anything happens, you could alert us and I would be there in no time. I don't think anyone would try to approach her seeing you there and..." She stopped to look at you with a bit of guilt. "She likes...dogs?"

You had tried arguing with her. It was actually a good plan. Having some protection around would come in handy in Lena's situation, but you didn't feel right about being the one following her around. If Lena wasn't aware you were a DEO agent undercover, that would be a huge invasion of privacy. Kara, of course, wasn't planning on telling her. You ended up agreeing on accompanying Lena for only three days. Kara's pout was a powerful weapon.

"This is (Y/N), expert Doberman guardian." Kara said with a smile the next day. She understood you weren't so pleased with the title after a little growl. It was not an ideal situation either, she had put you on a leash to, according to her, make it more believable.  

"Kara, is this really necessary?" Lena had asked from behind her desk. She sounded hesitant but, just like you, she ended up accepting after that famous pout. You needed to ask Alex about some evasion tactics for that after this.

The day had run smoothly, with nothing out of the ordinary. Most of the time Lena was working at her desk or in the couch and you made sure to lie on the floor near her. You discovered that, indeed, Lena Luthor was a big fan of dogs. While you were looking around for any sign of danger, you would sometimes feel her hand petting your head or hear her talking to you. She even asked Jess to buy you some treats that you had to hide under the couch every time Lena fed you one. So far, you liked Lena and it seemed she liked you too, or your dog self, to say the least.

A little past five, Lena decided it was enough work for both of you. "I think a little walk sounds like a good idea. Don't you think, (Y/N)?" She said putting her papers aside and smiling at you. You wagged your tail in approval. It was getting a little boring.

You were walking across the main lobby with her holding your leash when, next thing you knew, a group of six armed men entered the building. You couldn't see Lena's reaction but yours had to be more practical. With Lena still holding the leash, you ran and pulled her with you, ducking behind one of the fronts desks.

"Is there another exit?" You said after turning human again.

"Oh, my god" Lena's eyes went wide once she saw you.

There wasn't much time to explain why her guard dog had suddenly transformed into a human and was taking the leash off. You had been glad to have a conversation about it but bullets started flying all over the place, filling the room with the sound of gunshots. Both of you raised your hands to cover yourselves.

"An exit, Lena? I'll explain later." You raised your voice.

"There’s an emergency exit that way." She shouted pointing at a door a few meters away.

"I need you to get back and follow me after this." She did get back but when she was about to ask what were you planning, you turned into a gorilla and threw the desk at the men with a growl.

You managed to hit four of them, leaving them unconscious on the floor. The other two dodged the desk but had some difficulties trying to get back on their feet. You turned to Lena and tilted your head towards the door, you had to move fast. Lena got up from the floor and ran while you transformed. She guided you along a couple of corridors until you reached the emergency exit that leaded to the back ally of the building. Once you were out, both of you took a moment to breath.

"Do you know who they are?" You tried asking. Whoever those guys were they weren't much for subtlety.

"How did you do that?" She questioned you instead. Unfortunately, you had ran out of time again as a black SUV appeared at one of the alley entrances.

"We need to get out of here." The next words that came out of your mouth were the reason Lena started to tease you. "Ride me." You said hurriedly.

"What?" Lena was watching you with a mixture of surprise and indignation, and you realized too late the way that request had sounded.

"Mount on-oh, for fuck's sake." The SUV was driving towards you. There was no time to rectify your words. "Get on my back, now!"

You had to grab Lena's hand and pull her to your back as you turned into a wild mustang. Lena had to grab your mane to prevent herself from falling as you ran into the streets, leaving behind the sound of horns and angry, or surprised, drivers. You ran as fast as you possible could with Lena holding on for dear life.

The men in the SUV didn't stand a chance once Supergirl heard the chaos you were causing. She landed in front of them and took charge of the situation. After that, Kara and you had to do a lot of explaining, starting with J'onn, about what had happened and why you had agreed on that idea. He wasn't happy at all but seemed to understand when you told him about Kara's pout.

Soon after that, you talked with Lena and apologized for, basically, deceiving her, invading her privacy, and for the way you had ordered her to mount on you. She had been looking at you with a serious face while you explained yourself. When you finished, you were a bit afraid she would scream at you but she only laughed. She had never expected someone like you to appear and rescue her like a knight on a white horse, except that you had turned into the horse. Lena also apologized for trying to feed you dog treats and, as part of giving thanks, she invited you for lunch the next day.

That way you got to know each other and you discovered yourself being drawn by her, little by little. You became friends in no time and, after some time, she was the one to ask you on a date. Your life with her had been a blessing and, of course, she never missed an opportunity to remind you that little slip of your tongue.

"But aren't you glad I blew up my cover for you?" Your tone playful as you embraced her from behind, before she opened the door, and kissed her on the cheek.

"I am." She smiled. "But, now, if you aren't going to let me ride the mustang, (Y/N)", she laughed softly, "we must go."

You laughed too and kissed her one more time before leaving her apartment.

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Song: Teenagers   Artist: My Chemical Romance

“The boys and girls at the clique, the awful names that they stick. You’re never gonna fit in much kid.”

Senior year is supposed to be the best year of high school right? I auditioned to be on the cheer team for the Winnebago Indians at the end of my Junior year of high school. The school was hosting auditions shortly after the Alice In Wonderland Musical was over, and I can remember entering the gym feeling so determined that I would become an official cheerleader if this audition went well. I would be able to travel to places like Rapid City, SD for the Lakota Nation Invitational basketball game, or Lincoln when our Winnebago basketball boys made it to state once again. I was ready to transition from being a fine arts student into a “cool kid,” even though the only sports I did in high school were track and cheerleading. I wasn’t the only one who showed for auditions, there were the cheerleaders and their coach along with many soon-to-be freshmen, a sophomore, and two juniors; I was one of the juniors. I auditioned with a cheer I had learned as a sophomore, “Rock N’ Roll” as a floor cheer, and the typical “Go Big (insert color here)” side cheer that everyone knows. It wouldn’t be the first time I was a cheerleader.

In my sophomore year of high school, I moved to dad’s house in a small town by the name of Whiting, Iowa. The high school had less than fifty students in it at the time. There were no one-act plays, musicals, and no extracurriculars that I would be interested to participate in. During November of 2015, auditions for the cheer team were being held. At the time, there were no cheerleaders whatsoever, and it was more of a “sign your name on this sheet to become a cheerleader” sort of deal. I was in, without an audition or anything. On the team were me and two freshmen: Maria and Kay, who later became some of my closest friends at that school. Combined, we were the Whiting Warrior Cheerleaders. At first, I thought it was a bit weird. The logo for the Whiting Warrior was an Indian head, something I took a bit offense too, seeing as there were no Native American students attending school there other than my family. Regardless, I shook it off. At most of the basketball games only Maria and I would be cheering, and Kay would have some reason to get out of it, which was okay. Together, Maria and I owned the court; Until we were running for our lives as basketballs would come near us during intense games. When the season came to an end, I wouldn’t have a way to have fun. Halfway through the second semester, I transferred back to Winnebago, NE with my mom.

I arrived and made it back to the place I loved and knew as home. I enrolled as a Winnebago Indian in early March 2016. I was back to playing the trumpet and bass guitar for the spring concert, I joined the Jungle Book Musical just before the deadline, and I was back with my old friends. During Spring Break that year, the Winnebago Indians went back to play at state for the second time in a row. I felt so proud to call myself a Winnebago Indian and to be from Winnebago alone. I traveled down to the jam-packed stadiums in Lincoln every day during break with my goth best friend. Watching the cheerleaders give their all on the floor, made me feel so proud even to know them. They were the sorcerers that chanted victory spells to make sure the boys were champions. They twinkled their fingers in the air like wands, putting all their might into the next free-throw. I wanted to be a spell-caster with them as well, a full-on Winnebago Indians Cheerleader.

At the end of my junior year in high school, I made the move to audition for the cheer team, and I got the part. I was no longer Alex The Thespian. I was Alexandrea The Prowess, as I entered a field I had yet to explore: football cheerleading. We opened the season with many girls. Four new cheerleaders: Me, Katie: my childhood best friend, Jos: the junior, and Sara: the freshman. The rest of the team included Seniors: Samantha, Joan, and Deanna, who were all my cousins, Juniors: Alexandria and Amy, and Sophomore: Allie. Together, I thought we all made a pretty amazing team. I was wrong. Unfortunately In the summer, we lost two of our senior cheerleaders. Deanna had just given birth to a baby boy and chose a basketball camp over a mandatory cheer camp. Joan decided to start having her “senior year fun” a bit early before the semester began, not showing up to any practices, earning her kick off of the team. Now we were down to eight cheerleaders, it wasn’t that bad, we could do just as good as ten right? During this period I started having my doubts about being a cheerleader.

I dyed my hair hot pink before the football cheer season had officially started. When I chose to color my hair such a bright, unnatural color, I wasn’t made aware that you couldn’t have your hair a tone that wasn’t “normal”. I was told that I shouldn’t bleach my roots or do touch-ups on it, and that I should dye my hair back to natural brown before basketball season hits. I was a furious, if I would’ve known that then I wouldn’t have chosen to dye it in the first place.

Football season had officially started, and almost every Friday night we were out at football fields cheering in the evening, traveling to places that were ten minutes to three hours away. In the long drives from home to away, I started noticing how different I was from the others. I dressed in black, listened to nothing but rock bands, did fine art things like band and plays, and not to mention my bright pink hair. The other girls were what you imagine as your typical cheerleaders: bright colored clothing, listening to pop/hip-hop music, playing other sports, and hanging out with the football players after games. These girls were your typical “preps.” I was your average “emo” girl, I even skipped a football game to go see Five Finger Death Punch live with some friends. I knew I was different, and even the coach pointed that out.

I arrived in the van of the cheerleaders to the next football game. This game was the Hartington Wildcats vs. Winnebago Indians. Us cheerleaders had gone onto the track where we cheered, getting ready to stretch or warm-up for the game. Right as we were about to start the opening cheer, my coach Sarah pulled me to the side and told me directly “You need to start acting like the other girls. You’re always alone, by yourself and you never talk to anyone in the van on the way out. You don’t have the cheerleading spirit, and you’re not like the other girls.” That hurt. I knew that I wasn’t like the other girls, anyone could see that. But no one had to point it out just like that. I didn’t talk in the van like the other girls because they usually gossiped about other people, something I didn’t want to get involved in. As for cheer spirit, I had a bubbly personality, and a loud voice as a cheerleader should have. I’m a sensitive person. Anyone knows that. I wanted to argue, cry, show some emotion of hurt, but that wouldn’t look very professional in front of a large crowd. I agreed and said that I would try to be like the others: something I’m not.

A week before the homecoming game, Sara was kicked off of the cheer team for smoking in her cheer uniform; something cheerleaders weren’t supposed to do. Now we were down to seven cheerleaders. We were almost to the end of the season anyway, I figure that we could all pull through, which we did. One of the most memorable games of that season was the Winnebago (Ho-Chunk) Indians vs. Macy (Umoho) Chiefs, that was fun. Winnebago and Macy are natural enemies because they’re two rival tribes and towns right next to each other. So beating them at their own homecoming game was terrific. We even came up with a new cheer, “Frybread, fry bread, greasy, greasy, we beat your team easy, easy.” It turns out, Native Americans are quite petty when we beat each other at sports. Finally, Katie quit the cheer team when the season was over to work at a job she never got.

I dyed my hair back to its natural brown right before football season ended. Now we were approaching the season that everyone loves and hates at the same time: basketball season. It’s the season that drives the ‘Bago Indian fans crazy because of our state champion name. They treated basketball like it was a god. Which who could blame them? We did win ninety percent of our games. They wore their pride on their sleeves. Cheerleading, for the most part, was very fun. We went out to eat after every game, we all hugged at the end of a basketball game whether, we lost or not, we even did a Secret Santa for Christmas together. My Secret Santa was Jos. She bought me a Monster energy drink, a Tokyo Ghoul t-shirt, and my favorite cookies: Chewy-Chocolate chip. Of course, things weren’t always positive.

At the end of December 2017, I realized that I couldn’t stay on this schedule of not knowing when I had free time or not. Sometimes basketball games would randomly pop out last second, making me cancel plans I had already made. Even during Winter break things were hectic. The school gave us eleven days off, I only had two of those days I had to myself. The rest of the days were used on the Lewis & Clark Basketball Conference Tournament and other basketball games that required travel. I didn’t have time to be my creative self or have time alone in general. Those two days I had, they weren’t enough. I was getting tired of always being around people and not having my own time. I’m an introvert, being around a large crowd all day drained me pretty fast. Then there was being terrified of being hit by a basketball, I didn’t like that. I signed up to be someone with a voice that benefits others, not someone on the battlefield asking to get hit by a basketball.

Quitting wasn’t an option. I knew what would happen if I did, the backlash would strike me very hard, and I was already sensitive as is. Cheerleading would look good on college applications. I could push through, right? I could make it. Speech season had just started and I was co-captain, my grandfather was battling lung cancer at the time, I was the Queen in the next Sleeping Beauty Musical, practicing music to perform on my trumpet at the Lewis & Clark Conference Honor Band, working on a project to present in Anchorage, Alaska, one of the only two senior cheerleaders. I felt exhausted, and I didn’t know what to do. I felt stuck in place. I only had two months left of basketball season, and I didn’t think the Winnebago Basketball Boys would make it to state. If I quit it wouldn’t hurt right?

My head was spiraling in one place. I didn’t know how to feel, and I didn’t want to quit because I knew it would hurt the team. I told my mom how I felt and she told me it’s my choice to make though, I wanted her to make it for me. This choice became so hard for me that one night I hit my breaking point, rock bottom. I was so stressed and fed up with not even being able to have time to think, I did something many would regret. I thought I could handle everything at once, be an expert multi-tasker, but I guess I couldn’t. I swallowed pills thinking it would end everything and choose for me. It didn’t; I took the wrong ones. Now what do I do? I stayed home from school that day, taking time for myself and skipping a basketball game. That was the day I made my grand decision: I quit. I quit being an official Winnebago Indians Cheerleader.

Rumors spread like wildfire when people found out that I quit: “Alex quit because she was pregnant.”, “Alex was kicked off the team because she was caught hooking up with someone in her uniform.”, “Alex isn’t so innocent. She was drinking alcohol, and someone took a picture then sent it to the coach.” These were some of the rumors that were said which were not true in the slightest. They were started by some of the girls on the cheer team and other "preps."  I was angry and furious. They hadn’t known what I just went through when I quit the team. I wanted to scream and tell the world that their dear Alex had attempted suicide, but what good what that do? Word spread around about that incident by someone I trusted and told the day I returned to school.

The deadline of the Buffett scholarship was only hours away on that very day. I had yet to even apply for a single scholarship, and I didn’t know where to start. I took a day off from attending classes and hid in the high school counselor’s office all day writing it a scholarship essay. I didn’t know if I would get the scholarship, but I knew that if I wanted to get out of a place where people were spreading rumors around about me, I better do what I could to leave. I applied for the Buffett Scholarship, and the Johnson O’Malley Scholarship on the same day. The principal and the school counselor both confronted me about the actions I had made just a day earlier. I explained how important it was that I wrote this scholarship essay within the short amount of time.

That same month, The Winnebago Basketball Boys went back to state and played in Lincoln. I didn’t attend any of the games. I didn’t want to be on a basketball court ever again. They came home with a second place championship.

I started to question myself if quitting was worth it. Would I have been able to maintain my sports and scholarships at the same time? Would writing my scholarship essays make up for the time I wasn’t on the team? I had so many questions that would later be answered. Two months later I found out that everything I had done was worth it. I came in first place in the Johnson O’Malley Scholarship competition and that I won the Buffett Scholarship.

[ganymedesclock]

Since you are doing a lot of theorizing about Voltron and especially Lotor and such I was wondering if you saw this version of the teaser already in which I am pretty sure what Lotor is saying is ''My father built our empire on the bones of our enemies.'' and like... that is even more intense in my opinion... what do you think about that? ( www/./youtube/./com/watch?v=l7AO92oUQHc

I did see it, and reblogged and typed out what I think Lotor is saying in this post. (volume warning if anybody goes to that link, there’s a point where the audience starts screaming very loudly)

I’ve been talking about it quite a bit but that part actually doesn’t intrigue me much at all. The thing is- Zarkon has created an incredibly toxic militaristic culture here where, as we’ve seen, people are literally killed if they do not appropriately perform what Zarkon sees as a military ideal. And considering he’s had ten thousand years to shape Galra culture, we see from individuals like Morvok that Zarkon is not the only one upholding it, and even without him, there are plenty of people who believe this is the way to live.

So as a result: it really doesn’t matter who Lotor is as a person. The fact that he’s still alive and in any position of authority would mean that he’s performing ruthlessness. He could be a nice guy who doesn’t like that, he could be another Sendak who’s cheerfully committed to conquering in the name of King and Empire- he could be someone who just plain doesn’t care and is simply interested in staying alive. At this point, it could go any way, really. All we have is Lotor’s speech, so we have no idea if he’s all talk or what might be behind it.

He could be speaking from the heart, or trying not to crack a rib keeping a straight face because this is the biggest joke he’s ever heard. So... I’m not really interested in Lotor’s potentially grisly metaphors or promise to crush the enemies of the empire because, at this point, every imperial galra we’ve seen has talked up how they’re gonna crush the enemies of the empire, including Thace who was waiting for the other person to stop talking so he can go back to hacking Zarkon’s systems.

It’s practically mandatory to sound like that, is what I’m saying. We don’t really get anything meaningful out of “Lotor talks a mean streak” because. so does Morvok for crying out loud. 

That can pretty much all be summarized under a disclaimer of: we have no idea how sincere Lotor is being, since we have nothing to go off of besides his speech and it’d seem like Lotor is if nothing else conscious of his presentation. He’s selling himself to an audience, and he could be being himself, or he could be lying through his teeth, or somewhere in the middle.

That said, just looking at the speech itself, what interests me and what I’ve said before: the things Lotor would seem to be sneaking into his speech, under the guise of being just like his father. 

Lotor uses “our”. A lot. Our empire, and Our strength. Makes us stronger, stands against us.

This is meaningful because? Especially towards the end of season 2, what we’ve seen is for someone who used to be the Black Paladin, Zarkon’s ability to play nicely with others has basically gone to shambles. We see him exploding at Haggar, someone he trusts, and killing the druids that are assisting him because he has to do everything himself, it’s all about him, his empire, his Lion. He doesn’t even acknowledge the Black Lion as a living being.

In contrast... Lotor, at least in talk is a big fan of teamwork. The only time he uses “my” singularly is to talk about Zarkon’s accomplishments (“My father...”) and even then, what he’s promising more or less is that he is celebrating Zarkon’s accomplishments, that he wants to be like his father, that here is the good dutiful son taking up the cause. Those who were loyal to Zarkon can trust him, because he’s loyal to Zarkon himself. And he is talking up Zarkon as a great empire builder.

But where Lotor promises to further business as usual, he talks specifically about things that we have really not seen the empire bothering with: allies. Solidarity.

Clearly, some species do live comfortably under the galra- Space Mall shows us a lot of people in what seems to be a metropolitan imperial hub that have spending money and leisure time. The galra’s willingness to set up Lubos comfortably would also tell us that there are probably leaders who negotiated with the empire (albeit, kind of at swordpoint) and managed to come out mostly okay, with their people intact. But we don’t see those other species actually in the imperial fleet helping the galra fight. The only position we’ve seen non-galra combatants in within the empire is the robeasts- and considering Prorok’s fate, that isn’t exactly a glamorous role, or even a voluntary one.

Is this suggesting Lotor’s planning on stirring up the status quo- by integrating other species into the empire? And if so, is it purely as he suggests, because he thinks it’s a means to military might, or is he covering a different agenda? This is particularly interesting to me because in Force, an earlier incarnation of Lotor, one of his closest allies is Maahox, who isn’t a galra (technically “drule” in that continuity) but some kind of... frog. guy.

This is also interesting, because I’m pretty solidly convinced, with the overwhelming similarities between Lotor’s armor and the armor worn by the character Keith encountered in the Weblum- that was some incident Lotor was involved with, either personally or with an agent of his. Furthermore, how Lotor is described by the galra as “this little fellow” matches perfectly with how the Weblum Galra was not much bigger than Keith at all.

The Weblum Galra operates with a philosophy almost irreconcilable with Zarkon’s stated order of the universe. WG teamed up with Keith and Hunk, knowing pretty early on they were Voltron paladins, and not particularly caring. Now, they weren’t necessarily friendly- basically aloofly turning on Keith and threatening him/stealing scaultrite as soon as their goal was met- but this tells us something interesting.

Lotor’s forces, as tentatively as we’ve seen them, seem to be focused much more on an agenda, rather than a vendetta. Zarkon, as the ex-Black Paladin, is fixated on Voltron, on the Lions, and on Altea.

We have no idea what Lotor’s up to- if he’s even aware of his tie to Altea (in GoLion, his character wasn’t) and if he is, if he has any interest in pursuing it. Even if we assume that he’ll focus on Allura, like the prior incarnations of his character has- we don’t know for what reason. After all, Allura is a beauty, but she’s also the leader of team Voltron, a potent figure they rally around, and someone with some incredible, unknown power that was just revealed. She’s also one of the last living Alteans we know of, and one of the few who’s open about that heritage- comparatively, you have Haggar, who does not seem at all eager to discuss Altea in a familiar sense. 

There are a lot of reasons Lotor could be interested in Allura. And we don’t even know if he’s going to take after his past selves in that regard. Mostly- I doubt he’s going to be just interested in romancing Allura, because VLD Allura is not the kind of opponent you can drop your guard and try to flirt with unless you want to get swiftly destroyed. (As Lance found out in s1e1 when she practically ripped his ear off for flirting instead of giving her the information she demanded of him)

Also, considering whether or not she’s his mother, Haggar would have been a fixture in Lotor’s life, I think he would know better than to underestimate women considering at least one he knows commands the power to literally drain the life from entire planets.

So basically my takeaway here is Lotor’s up to something and this is intriguing because, as I’ve mentioned, we have no idea what Lotor’s up to. The fact that either himself or one of his agents was willing to work with the paladins might suggest that Lotor, unlike his father, will be easier to reason with- but at the same time, we don’t know if Lotor’s agenda is something permissible, much less admirable- just that he has bigger fish to fry and so far, tentatively, hasn’t seemed particularly invested in Voltron.

...Though, that was before they made a very impressive assassination attempt on Lotor’s father, so who knows if that indifference will last?

#voltron legendary defender #vld #Lotor #readmore #Anonymous

[bangtan-spells]

Jimin Scenario: Worth It.

Request: hi bbys!im curious how it will be when you and jimin are a couple for almost an year (nothing more than some makeouts has happened between you two)&youre spending a day together watching a movie but suddenly it appears *cough* hot scene on it.i dont want to a smutty thing cause i know you dont write about this,!i want something fluffy and comedy maybe?what jimin will do?thank you

Genre: Fluff / Romance.

You were a bit nervous before your boyfriend arrived, you always got a bit nervous just before seeing him, even after ten months of being his girlfriend you couldn’t help the fluttering in your stomach or the tingling all over your body at the thought of being close to him. You were in love with Jimin, and as comfortable as you felt around him you knew there was a part of you that would always feel like this, even when thinking about him too much. Honestly you didn’t want to lose that.

You wanted to spend a great time with Jimin which took a bit on preparation since you had decided this time to stay home. You usually went out on dates, did whatever was on your mind reminding to keep it low-key. But today it was only about you two, just take out and movies. You thought about what could that possibly imply and a thrilling shiver went all over your body.

You still haven’t had sex with Jimin, which for a lot of couples would be waiting too long, but you didn’t feel ready yet and Jimin respected that. Even still that didn’t erase the fact that you did desire him, not only because he was all levels of hot, with those thick thighs, well worked arms, the sinful full lips, his bedroom eyes, Jimin was sexy and awoke in you all kind of things; but also because you felt that he was incapable on doing you any harm, you trusted in his love and that made you desire him even more. 

But, you still were hesitant about it, you knew it would happen sooner or later, you knew Jimin wanted you too, and although he didn’t pressure you in any way you were also aware he was a man, he would want to have sex with you, and you also wanted to, it was just that…

-Get it together Y/N-

Shaking your head you tried to calm down, you wanted to, but you were so damn nervous of it that you preferred to postpone the whole thing and be thirsty of your boyfriend. A thought came to your mind, today you could try something different, maybe being a bit more… playful with him, see how you felt and if you could handle your nerves then why not just doing it? Spontaneously, yeah you were an spontaneous girl.

Jimin got there, happy like a puppy when he saw you. He was so cute, and you loved how that side of his personality made perfect contrast with how sexy he was, in ripped black jeans and a navy blue v cut sweater under his coat he looked too good.

Jimin couldn't tear his eyes away from you, it showed you weren’t planning on going out today, not with the cold outside, but you still were looking beautiful. You were wearing short shorts that left exposed your so damn creamy thighs, the sweater you were wearing allowed him to see just a little of your cleavage but to Jimin that little bit was enough to have him craving. It was impossible to deny himself how much he wanted you, at this point it was ridiculous how much he longed for it, he wanted to be closer to you both physically and emotionally, and he had a great a idea of how he could achieve that.

You hugged him tighter and Jimin couldn't move away, with his current thoughts he knew he should, but how could he reject your affection? That was impossible.

Control Park Jimin, you better control yourself, you don't want Y/N thinking you are here just because of that.

-Why did you take so long?- you asked in a rather bratty whisper just over his ear. Jimin shivered and mentally prayed for control.

-I was busy jagi, and Jin hyung couldn't bring me here until Jungkookie was ready to go out too-

You squinted your eyes at him. -Hum, you sure you weren't taking ages in the shower?-

He laughed, that was true but he had also been busy helping Taehyung to polish a dance move he had been having trouble with. -Ah jagi you think I'm narcissist-

-I think you are cute- you answered neither of you helping the blush in your cheeks and the wide smile that appeared on his face

Both of you laughed, you moved to your room to be more comfortable. It wasn't the first time you had been on a bed together, since it was usually the most comfortable option to spend a day watching movies and eating delicious food, you had done it before and although you being lovey dovey, you also made sure that the skinship was innocent enough, not ever going beyond some great make out sessions and Jimin respected that. The thing was that today you were particularly touchy and affectionate, while other times you'd cutely shy away from him today it was different.

After you set up the movie and all the lights off you joined him in bed, placing the big bowl of popcorn at reach to then snuggle close to him. You put your right leg over his and your face rested on his chest. It didn’t sound like much but Jimin was weak for you and the contact sent his mind on a race of thoughts  he had to fight down.

-You’ll like the movie Chim- you said getting comfier, like you had no trouble at all while he was half suffering half in paradise because of your current position.

-After all the bragging you did Y/N It better be good- he joked trying to light the atmosphere for himself, but it only resulted in you pouting and pinching his side to then put your right arm around his belly, your body pressed to his in a way that had Jimin praying for help. He had made it better or worse, he wasn’t sure.

You had decided to watch The Notebook, first because it was one of your favorite movies and second because Jimin hadn’t seen it and that was unforgivable. 

You knew you were succeeding, because despite your nerves hitting you every time you went closer to Jimin you also felt thrills around your body, seeing his reaction you thought it was good, his arm slid around you so you placed your head more to his chest, you felt so good in his arms you didn’t understand why the thought of sex with him made you so nervous.

You watched the movie and you smiled seeing Jimin so interested and concentrated in it, you knew he would because he was a hopeless romantic and you couldn’t think of anything more romantic than The Notebook, there was a scene with protagonists attempting to have sex and you wondered if with Jimin you’ll be as nervous as that, judging by how you felt at the moment, with one if his hands running softly down your back like it was on automatic and one of yours on his arm you thought not, you felt good and a bit silly for panicking so much. When the time came you knew that if it was with him you were going to be ok, you felt so bold you actually couldn’t wait until it finally happened.

Jimin was heartbroken when Allie went away and a bit angry when she started dating Lon, gasping outraged when they got engaged, you giggled at him, feeding him popcorn and then he fed you too. 

Jimin, although having you practically over him had managed to keep himself together. He was well aware of your closeness but at the same time he had set his mind to drift away from your first time together, focusing on the movie and enjoying his time with you.

But then Allie and Noah found each other, the movie was reaching its peak and honestly you got so engrossed on it every single time you saw it you couldn’t think on what was coming next. Allie and Noah took things to his house and more specifically to the bedroom. As Noah smashed Allie passionately against walls as he undressed her you stopped the movement of your hand, Jimin doing the same just a bit too low on your back. The moans didn’t take long to be heard as they engaged in one of the best love making scenes that hollywood had to offer, you gulped hard, feeling a nice tingling all over you and then the rush of nerves.

They went for a second round and Jimin woke up from his reverie at the same time you jumped apart from him and now he realized his hand had been resting on your but the whole time. Jimin looked at you who were red to the ears and panicked.

-Jagi, I was…I wasn’t, I didn’t mean to, I mean, I wouldn’t, well yes I would, but not like this and….- he was a mess and he could feel his own face getting hotter with embarrassment, great, now you’d think he wanted to take advantage of the sex scene to make a move on you. Maybe he should get up and clear his head, he wasn’t thinking straight, but then he didn’t want that and it would surely make it worse. -I’m sorry Y/N- he said running a hand over his face, flipping his hair nervously. -I swear I would never do something you don’t want to do, never, please forgive me-

You pressed pause on the remote so now the room was silent, you stared at him who was staring back at you with pleading anxious eyes. You had panicked, the nerves coming to you in the worst time, you didn’t want him to think you were a little girl, but even more than that you didn’t want Jimin to think you didn’t desire him. 

-I didn’t say I don’t want to- you mumbled, barely hearable and you almost regretted saying it but it was out there for the better. Jimin stared at you with mouth agape his eyes going around your face not believing his ears. -But not just yet, I… I know we have been going around this for a while but… you know I want to do it when I’m ready because I want it to be perfect- you bit your lip feeling yourself trembling a little due to your words. -Would you wait for me?- you asked looking at his face for just a second before lowering your face out of embarrassment, you didn’t know what had gotten into you to say such things, but it was done.

Jimin was silent for a moment, just staring at you, but then you felt his hands taking yours and you lifted your gaze to him, he had flushed cheeks and he looked at you with so much love you couldn’t help a giggle. -Y/N, I think you just killed me- You frowned a little but then he laughed. -Not that way, I will wait as long as it takes but I just want you to know that just having you makes it perfect, even if we don’t do anything, you’re perfect to me-

You threw yourself in his arms, hiding your blush when you pressed your face on the crook of his neck. -I want it to be you, I love you- he shivered, having goosebumps when he felt your breath. -Sorry I don’t make it easier- you said getting your face away from his neck.

Jimin shook his head, he kissed the top of your head and then shifted to be able to kiss your lips. -I, Park Jimin, will endure everything for you Y/N, that Noah has nothing on me being romantic- 

That made you laugh, if he could beat Noah than he was a keeper. You kissed him back, getting comfortable again to keep watching the movie. You were still thirsty for each other, but you knew the wait would be worth it.

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Return of the Jedi

[13:00] V-4393 Eddy (edvardschnitz)  the clone walked in, standing at attention towards his CO before stating "Good day sir, V-4393 reporting for duty!"

[13:02] Captain T-7163 "Buck" kept his stance, standing at perfect present arms, a small inspection for the senator to do if she decided, as he says through his helmet "excellent, fall in by the door trooper" as he awaited the rest command

[13:04] V-4393 Eddy (edvardschnitz) would exclaim "Yes sir!" before turning towards the other side of the door, his heels clicking as he made the turn before walking in a swift motion towards the side of the door adjacent to his CO's side.

[13:04] Valara Kira was busy studying her computer screen.  She glanced at the troops as they entered, offering a warm smile, "Good afternoon troopers.  Thank you for your service as always." she declined to inspect the rifle, as she trusted the trooper commanders to do that regularly, and would not even know what to look for.

[13:08] Captain T-7163 "Buck" felt it time appropriate to shoulder his rifle, gripping the rifles lower receiver hard with his left hand and pushing it into his right shoulder with a loud clank noise against his armor, and gripped the pistol guard firmly with his right hand, letting hte left hand glide to the top of the barrel and rode it down his body, keeping his legs and back straight as the butt of the rifle hits the floor quietly, maintaining drill disapline and taking the rifles barrel now with his right hand, pushing it into the bottom cup of his index finger and thumb, pinching tightly, as the left arm quickly shoots across his chest, bringing him not ot the at attention drill position, with a DC-15A next to him, clenching his left hand into a first, thumb covering the hole, remaining silent. [13:13] Scarlett Vuur (lokivuur): Scarlett arrives!  The Jedi Knight approaching the Onderon senators office. She was garbed in full Jedi gear - Not her usual look, but one that suited the more formal nature of the senate.  She had requested an audience with someone to help fill her in on the current situations - The war , and the state of the Jedi within the republic, to be precise!  Her fingers hovered over the door panel for a long moment, before pressing the "doorbell"  beep!

[13:14] Valara Kira chuckles, she did not have a doorbell, that she was aware of, and assumed the Jedi had either made the sound with their mouth or simulated it with a droid somehow. Either option amused her.  "Captain Buck, that must be the Jedi I have an appointment with, would you mind opening the door for her?" she asked.

[13:15] V-4393 Eddy (edvardschnitz) figured it was unlikely that he would be able to keep his DC-15 down to his side due to its small size. So instead he opted for grabbing the blaster from the top and moving it swiftly to his shoulder, his body stiff as his DC-15 rested on his shoulder as he stood guard. Not a word being said. When asked to open the door, the Clone nodded. Turning swiftly towards the door panel and pressing the corresponding button to open the room's entrance. [13:16] Captain T-7163 "Buck" turns to the right and stomps his boot on the ground, once again displaying proper drill, as he looks to the trooper opening the door, giving a slight, almost unnoticable nod [13:20] Scarlett Vuur (lokivuur): Scarlett enters! Maybe her player had mixed Starwars and Startrek - one of those DEFINITELY has beepy doors! She glanced at the two troopers with that ever warm smile -  And deep down, Buck would know that she knew.

Her head turns back to Valara, and she offers a stiff, formal bow - clearly something she wasn't used to giving!  "Thank you for seeing me, Senator." She began, keeping her voice level and confident!

"I appreciate you must be very busy." [13:24] Captain T-7163 "Buck" turns back to face the room,  turning on his heels, and lifting his right leg up, parallel to the ground and brining his foot back down, stomping his boot on the carpet, displaying more proper drill [13:27] Valara Kira rose up from her chair, being fairly tall careful not to hit her head on the glass as she moved gracefully around the desk, a pleasant smile on her face.  "Greetings Miss...Scarlet was it?  I am Senator Kira.  Please have a seat," she gestured to the sofas, which she sat on one of them.  "May I offer you some Chandrilan herbal tea?" she asked.  "I am indeed always busy but, such is part of my public service, so no need to thank me but, you are most welcome!" [13:32] Scarlett Vuur (lokivuur): The Jedi took a seat, nodding in regards to the offer of Tea!  Always!  She took a moment to adjust herself - a deep breath, and a moment of outward relaxation.  

"In any case, thank you."  She repeated.  "I was mostly hoping to learn more about the current political climate.  Alliances and factions seem to shift so quickly - I was flying against the Mandalorians at Talus, and but a few scant weeks later we are allies."  She explains,  the faint tone of 'been through this before'  in her voice! [13:41] Valara Kira she used the controls on the coffee table to order the serving droid to bring out two chandrilan teas with lemon.  She chuckled as the jedi spoke, "Yes, things move fast don't they?  A little too fast for my taste.  It makes Senate deliberation difficult at times.  We must rush votes when we are supposed to take our time to carefully research.  But that is a sign of the times I suppose.  I am however, happy to explain the political climate of the galaxy currently.  I will start with the Mandalorians, since you mentioned them.  A short while ago, after the Republic had fallen, Taris came under attack of the Sith.  The Maandalorians moved in to save the planet from their clutches actually, but it in the process claimed the planet for their own.  They put their own leaders in charge to replace the Tarisian government, and soon began to run the planet...well...as Mandalorians would.  The Tarisians, who had been used to a democratic government and freedom up until then, did not care for this much.  While

[13:41] Valara Kira  grateful, that the Sith were repelled, they saw it as basically one occupation replacing another.  They smuggled civilians out of the system to contact The New Galactic Republic, once I had began reformation, wanting help.  We sent Ambassadors to the Mandalorians, trying to find out why they wanted Taris and if we could give them what they wanted while giving the government back to the people.  They were...unwilling to negotiate in any capacity and instead practically declared war on us through sanctions and threatening to fire on us.  So we...sent our fleet to try and liberate Taris ourselves but, were defeated.  But then, as soon as the old Emperor of Byss fell and the Sith Empire declared war upon us, the Mandalorians decided it would be best to put aside differences.  I negotiated allowing Taris to remain in their territory, giving them access to the hyperspace lane they wanted and the Tarisian assets, but returning the government to the Tarisians themselves and allowing them to run their planet.  Th [13:41] Valara Kira  agreed, and we made peace to focus our efforts on fighting the Sith." [13:48] Scarlett Vuur (lokivuur): Scarlett took of the offered cup when it arrived - sipping gently as the situation was explained.  "The Sith Emperor dying..."  She mused to herself quietly.  "It changes everything, and rarely for the better.  The force itself will shift."  How vague and prophetic.  Lucky she was here to help, right!  

"So the Mandalorians are allies, for now.  And now we enter a galactic war with a frankly terrifying foe."  She clarifiedd. [13:52] Valara Kira nodded somewhat, "I do not know if I would call them a full on ally.  But they are not our enemy any longer.  Onderon has always had a very close relationship with Mandalorians, so making them our ally is indeed a goal of mine, that I will work hard to achieve.  They have proven that despite their small territory, they are fierce on the battlefield and honorable warriors as always.  They would be a good ally to have." she replied, "But yes, we share a common enemy here, so we will be fighting alongside them against this terrifying foe.  And then there is of course the issue with the Galactic Empire and the First Galactic Empire," she sighed, taking her own tea from the droid and sipping it. [13:53] Scarlett Vuur (lokivuur): "Right.  Yes. Them. In all honesty, they are the ones that might need explaining the most."  She added, quickly [14:01] Valara Kira chuckles, "Well go figure, they are the ones who are the most complicated.  I am not entirely 100% clear on their origins.  From what I understand, they formed out of the ashes of the old Republic.  Becoming Imperial because of the Sith destroying the Republic, I believe.  However, there was some sort of disagreement among their leaders, and they split into two factions.  One is the Galactic Empire, run by Empress Cress, the other is the First Galactic Empire, run by Emperor....um...the name escapes me as I have not actually met him yet.  They seem very much intent on annihilating each other, and both of them are trying very hard to drag us in the middle of it." she began, pausing as it was somewhat of a long tale. [14:04] Scarlett Vuur (lokivuur): "I know Empress Cress, at least in name."  She murmured.  The Imperial lineage was so muddled at this stage,  it was almost a blessing.  None could truely claim the potential power base there, at least at the moment it seemed!  

"So they are very much  a 'play by ear' group.  Next question I suppose...  What role are the Jedi currently playing in the republic?"  There was sense of apprehension there - The Jedi order had not endured Coruscants loss well, and she had been removed from them for a while, raising her two children...

[14:10] Valara Kira cleared her throat softly as she continued, " Yes the Jedi, I will get to them in a moment.  Empress Cress approached us first.  She actually did not try to drag us in the middle of their disagreement at all, but wanted the Republic and her Empire to be on friendly terms.  To allow free travel between our territories, using the same currency to avoid exchange rates, and allowing each other embassies on each other's worlds.  This all seemed very reasonable to us, trying to keep in the best interest of peace, so we are considering these things.  But then enter the First Galactic Empire.  They immediately ORDER us to place sanctions on the Cress Empire, threatening us with sanctions if we do not.  Also threatened to ally with the mandalorians to shoot at us when we were at odds if we did not.  The Republic did not take kindly to this...request under threat.  After the incident at Taris however, the First Empire suddenly approached me wanting peace and sanctions lifted...even though we never agreed to embargo

[14:10] Valara Kira  the galactic Empire.  They wanted to open trade with us, which I agreed to bring before the Senate, again in the best interest of peace. They then asked us about Brentaal, and how we would react to those trying to capture the objective there.  I explained we would not react very kindly to it, as we needed Brentaal in order to not be cut off from our other territories. The First Empire commandant swore to me they would not interfere, that they had no interest in it.  They only cared to go there to fight the Sith.  They said if they happened to reach the objective before we did, they would negotiate with us on handing it over.  However, when our troops landed at the station at Brentaal, we were betrayed, the first empire there, the Emperor himself, claiming that we would only get the objective if our troops opened fire on the Cress Empire.  So i am in a position now where I am going to propose to the senate we sanction them once more, only allowing their civilians through our space, because I do not trust

[14:10] Valara Kira  their military as far as I can throw them.  The Cress Empire however, sent their Imperial Knights and actually helped our troopers escape from the station." [14:21] Scarlett Vuur (lokivuur): Scarlett made a faint  "Mmmm"  noise as she listened.  From this perspective, it all seemed so cut and dry who were the "villians".  , but that would no doubt become more muddled as time went on!  She took the last sip of her tea, and placed the cup gently down on the table.  "I see."  Was her simple response, as she processed it all~ [14:29] Valara Kira sighed, "I do not trust anyone under a government called "Empire".  But I am not one to make war simply over a name either.  Actions speak louder than words to me.  So for now I plan to act according to the actions displayed by either Empire.  But the Republic is not getting involved in their war with each other in either case.  So we shall see how this situation unfolds.  As for the Jedi, so far the only Jedi who have been involved with the Republic, is yourself, for your assistance with the battle of Taris, and Tython who...have done far less but...are members of the Republic just the same.  I will be...frank my dear.  Most Jedi have caused more harm than good to my homeworld.  If Jedi are going to get involved with the Republic....I would like to keep those from Yavin and some others...far away from it.  I would like Jedi who stick to their resolve as peacekeepers, and help protect the people.  If any Jedi that fits that description wishes to aid the Republic, I for one would welcome them.  Jedi cannot [14:29] Valara Kira  senators in the Republic, as always, but we would welcome advisement and they would be welcome to attend Senate sessions even when such sessions were closed to the general public." [14:41] Scarlett Vuur (lokivuur): Scarlett listened again - quiet, and very surprised she was the ONLY Jedi to have been active on the side of the Republic in this war.  There was a certain... worrying pressure on her soul.  "I am here to help, however I can.  My skills have always lay in combat and war - Politics and the intrigue of the galactic stage are something that would be new to me.  But I'm sure I can learn - and advise."  She smiled warmly!  A genuine smile!

"I understand your reticence towards certain enclaves.  And I know some of the history of Onderon - Though less recent history, I will admit."  She rapped her fingers on her knee's - Thinking hard.

"I want to help. I feel the force has called me back here TO help. I just don't know how to - beyond fighting on the frontlines again." Her right hand rubbed her left arm - cybernetic,  and one of many wounds from fighting Sith Empires in the past.

"What do you think?  Where can a Jedi do the most good?" [14:53] Valara Kira set her teacup down on her saucer and sighed, leaning back on the back of the sofa a bit.  She looked at the window at all the speeder traffic flying around for several moments.  "To be honest Scarlet, it has been...many....MANY years....that I have seen a Jedi besides you doing good things.  It is hard for me to know where you can do the most good without me wondering if it will backfire.  I do not wish to use you as a mere soldier every time either.  But I have no suggestions right now, other than this.  Perhaps, if you attend our senate sessions, you can analyze them for yourself, and come up with something that best fits your talents based on our discussions.  At the very least it will keep you up to date on what is going on in the galaxy.  The Grand Army are good to speak with as well, even if they do mistake force users in wrong identities sometimes," she smirked at the troopers.  Did she know what happened?  "There is a situation on Talus arising.  With a droid army potentially.  You might speak wi [14:53] Valara Kira  Commander Mag and see how you might get involved there for the time being.  One way I can think of is seeking out the human population on Talus.  Or, organic I should say.  From what I understand, they are being unwillfully occupied by droids.  You could find out if they would be willing to join the Republic in exchange for our assistance there.  We have reason to suspect the Sith might be involved with these droids.  Are you any good at retrieving information?" [15:03] Scarlett Vuur (lokivuur): Scarlett tapped her chin thoughtfully.  She was trained by a shadow, and SOME of that stuck! "I can be, when I need to be."  She smiled wryly.  It hurt the Togruta a little, to hear Jedi held in such low esteem.  They were meant to be the greatest heroes of the galaxy, or at least thats what she had grown up thinking.  Alas, Reality!

"I will talk to the Grand Armies Commander, then.  Hopefully I can allay your fears of Jedi failing the republic."  She left out the  'again' on the end... [15:10] Valara Kira smiled at her, there was even a sign of sympathy in her eyes, "I hope you can too.  I hope more Jedi emerge from the galaxy who can as well.  It would be nice for them to return to a status of hero.  That is what I always thought they were as a child.  Heroes who would one day save me from the streets of Dromuund Kaas.  Save me from rape gangs and slavers so that I would not have to hide in a box and dig food out of the garbage bins.  They never did though.  It wasn't until I got older I learned that, that is not how Jedi operate.  But, I was crowned Queen of Onderon by the resident Jedi Order there.  That same Order tried to destroy the planet a year later.  It is not your fault, really, but this galaxy definitely could use seeing some good come from Jedi once again." [15:17] Scarlett Vuur (lokivuur): Scarlett nodded her head slowly, once.  "I will see if I can pull together a few old friends, too.  I would never intend to open ANOTHER Enclave - Force knows theres enough of them.  But a few good Jedi can make a galaxies difference.  Right place, right time and all that."  She murmured.  

Well. she had her mission - Talk to the commander, and respark Kira's faith in the Jedi.  Another deep, thoughtful breath, then she forced herself to stand, offering a more professional bow.  "Senator.  Thank you for your time.  When is the next senate meeting?"

[15:21] Valara Kira smiled, setting her empty cup down.  "The next meeting is on Taungsday.  At 1400.  You may enter through the Onderon pod if you like.  I use the Chancellor pod temporarily until we elect one.  When you leave my office, and go into the other room next to this, there are two doors.  One leads to the senate chamber, one leads back out.  The one that leads to the senate chamber goes to the Onderon pod.  You are welcome to use it until we can have our construction teams make a Jedi observatory entrance." [15:25] Scarlett Vuur (lokivuur): She smiles, waving a hand.  "Don't go gettin' architects involved just cause  I'm around.  But I should be there."  She said.  "Thank you for your time, again."   She paused a moment,  waiting to see if she had anything to add! if not,  she would leave her to her undoubtedly busy day! [15:26] Valara Kira stood up, stretching a little, smiling at the jedi, giving her a gentle pat on the shoulder if it was allowed, "You are welcome, again, Master Jedi.  Come see me anytime you like."

[15:27] Valara Kira makes mental note to discipline the clones for playing with the lights.

[15:27] Scarlett Vuur (lokivuur): Scar wasn't gonna stop her! Jedi, awaaaaay~!

[15:28] Captain T-7163 "Buck" is to far from the light switch to be touching it, it has to be the jedi