NEED to be grabbed and held like this please sir I'll be much more positively accepting dkfgjdhgkfdkhf
just being a tiny little Wisp or critter and getting grabbed by the limbs/ears/tail/etc by the scary big tall grizzly bear and being held high above his head in his strong tight grip, helpless and impossible to escape 🥰💜💘
the way he's 6' 1" and has very long arms so he can hold them up so high! and if he extended his arms all the way on top of that it'd be even crazier for them, if they can't fly they may not have even been so far away from the ground before hehe
I looove his devilish grin at the Wisp and would love for him to look at me like that when I'm in his grasp but his disapproving glare at the Pocky is cute too and I would like for him to intimidate me by holding me firmly in place and staring me down either way
and the way the poor little Wisp wriggles helplessly in his big strong paw 😍 I need to be there
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Cellbit won't come kicking and screaming if the Federation are the ones to fetch him from Purgatory. He'll be quiet, cold, a little smug even. Dragged onto a row boat by his collar, letting his feet drag through the sand. They'll see him smiling, even, reveling in the fear he's caused, the devastation he's left behind in the Federation workforce. There may be an ouce of regret in his eyes, but don't mistake that for weakness, his only regrets were that there were any workers left to fetch him at all.
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@forcenexus 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍 :: you have to talk to someone, eventually. it doesn’t have to be me, but. you need to.
𝙲𝙾𝙲𝙺𝚈 𝚈𝙴𝚃 𝚆𝙴𝙻𝙻-𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝙴𝙳 𝚆𝙰𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙸𝙼𝙿𝚁𝙴𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙾𝙽 𝙷𝙰𝙽 𝚂𝙾𝙻𝙾 𝙷𝙰𝙳 𝙵𝙾𝚁𝙼𝙴𝙳 𝙳𝚄𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙸𝙽𝙸𝚃𝙸𝙰𝙻 𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙾𝚄𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝚂𝚃𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙶𝙴𝚁. subsequent interactions were a mixed bag: whip-smart and frighteningly perceptive at times, a touch imprudent here and there—especially when rowdy, drunken bastards couldn’t leave a man well enough alone, but still a solid cut above the usual crawl. a distinct mechanical aptitude and a willingness to talk shop served well to distract from the haunting stillness he’d seen in those blue eyes, the rough corners and jagged edges that bespoke a hard life lived.
now, han couldn’t help but wonder whether this was part of an elaborate façade, an unnecessary continuation for the sake of appearances, or if this was a genuine naïveté he never saw coming. half-draped over the bar top, solo took in the colorful scenery of club kasakar, downing the remaining half of his whiskey before slanting a pointed glance at the other man.
❝loose lips in my line of work can lead to a lot more than hurt feelings.❞ like empty pockets or a one-way ticket to the top of every bounty hunter’s list working out of coruscant’s capital. not exactly how he pictured himself going out—though that was hardly the point. ❝who says i’ve got anything to talk about, anyway?❞
it was almost comical to consider, damned near absurd to even entertain the concept of opening up to anyone about anything. what good would it do? moreover, what could he say that wouldn’t immediately land him in a world of trouble? ‘talking’ wasn’t meant for riffraff like himself—spacers whose lives often hinged on the mercurial moods of powerful men and women. besides, unburdening to strangers was among the few tricky habits he’d managed to sidestep completely. solo couldn’t imagine starting now, inside a seedy nightclub on the lower levels of coruscant, and with a total stranger to boot.
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"Ludovico is an artist."
"The hell, since when?"
"Since now, so make him sketch his pretty new boyfriend."
"No, you can't just pull that shit out of nowhere. Where did he learn, why figure drawing and not portraiture that would be more sought after in the period? Does he just sketch or can he paint, and if he paints where did he pick that up, did he apprentice with someone? Why were there no mentions of his art skills earlier in the book?"
"His family weaves silks, embroiders them with intricate designs, and even create custom clothing for nobility. I think he might have picked up some art skills for the design process of these things. They're friends with aristocrats and socialites, and he's 45 fucking years old, I'm sure he's done more with his life than sit in that house. He could have apprenticed with any number of painters, you don't even need to mention it. He's not a young man but the story's not about his human life, it's about the destruction of it. And you can go back and add more about the art thing in revision."
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@tenacquity.'s not in it for the money.
"What's the problem? Don't you believe me...?"
That look on his face seriously pisses him off.
Derek's said so before, and he'll say it again: he's innocent.
So maybe he got a bit carried away a few nights prior... Enjoyed himself a little too much, and now, he's somehow gotten roped into another lawsuit involving property damage, among other things. That doesn't mean he actually did anything wrong! ... Not this time. Even if he IS guilty; well, he's got the funds to shut just about anyone up.
Nothing to lose sleep over.
All the boring, legal matters nonetheless have to be taken care of, which is why he's seeking this man's help in the first place. He should consider himself lucky that a Goffard's chosen him; clearly well - off, ready to flash his cash and wipe his hands clean of the mess he's created. And yet, he has the audacity to stare back with the stupidest look on his face after he's gone through all the trouble of explaining his case.
— In full detail, no less.
Always one to act defensively, he doesn't bother to take into consideration that maybe the poor guy's lost for words. Instead, he rolls his eyes, a click of his tongue following.
"Fine, whatever. I'll find someone else to take my case... You lawyers are a dime a dozen anyways." Though his lips are firmly pressed in a pout, arms folded against his chest, his overall body language akin to that of a stubborn child who thinks acting insufferably uncooperative will get him exactly what he wants (and it usually does!) — the prolonged sideways glance he first spares Ryunosuke before turning towards the door suggests he's not at all opposed to still giving him a chance. And since Derek's such a nice guy, he even lingers there a few moments longer than need be... quietly waiting to see what it is the little lawyer decides to say.
The ball's in his court now.
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YIPPEE!!! HI DRU’S SUBMISSIONS :)
HELLO MAYAAAAAAAA WELCOME TO MY SUBMISSIONS 😁💖
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