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☠  five times my muse thought about hitting yours, and the one time they did

FIVE TIMES:

i. One time they were at a cantina and Wedge made the mistake of trying to set Zella up with someone. She very nearly channeled Ben Kenobi and cut the man’s hands off, but she managed to restrain herself. She would have slapped Wedge over the head if she hadn’t been shitfaced.

ii. (Zella lost a bet. Once.) “I’m pilot right-all-the-time, and this is my friend, pilot horrible pilot.”

iii. “Yellow is a stupid color.”

iv. “I cannot believe that you had the audacity to insult these cookies, they’re a recipe from my home planet—” “THEY TASTE LIKE SHIT, ANTILLES.”

v. Zella was more concerned than she’d like to admit about Wedge during the attack on the second Death Star. She had her own problems, flying cleanup over Endor, but the incessant radio chat announcing deaths and hits made her blood run cold. When she finally found Wedge on Endor, he said something snarky and not at all reverent of the moment, and instead of hitting him, she hugged him a little too tightly and patted him a little too hard on the back.

AND THE ONE TIME:

“Hey, Braxion, I bet you can’t do six barrel rolls in a row—”

Fifteen minutes later, after she’s landed and finished throwing up, she marches straight over to where he’s gotten out of his fighter and is laughing his ass off, and punches him right in the face.

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☪ five times our muses almost hold hands, and the one time they do.

☆ ━━━  five one almost, one actuality                                       selectively accepting

the first time wedge antilles meets poe dameron, he recognizes him immediately. he’s got kes’ strong chin, bound to be raised in defiance in the years to come. the eyes, though; those steady eyes were shara’s mark. sharp, determined, level, as a pilot should be.

and it was the eyes that awoke a pang in his chest. though shara hadn’t been lost in action, wedge still felt an obligation to pay his condolences to her family.

❝ I’m sorry about your mother. ❞

silence sits between them and for a moment, he wonders if the boy’s grown tired of repeated sentiments from different voices. his head dips against his chest in a solemn bow before he steps past the boy to join his father.

later, when he’s left standing alone before shara’s a-wing, nostalgia infects his thoughts as he recalls the memories of flying with her. the boy joins him but he doesn’t say a word. from the corner of his eye, he keeps checking him, waiting for any hint that he wants a moment alone. nothing.

❝ your mother was a great pilot.❞  a beat and a smile later, he adds,  ❝ unforgettable.❞

he turns on his heel, satisified with the few words and not wanting to intrude on whatever moment the boy was having with his mother’s ship. the only thing that stops him is the tug at the end of his sleeve. the fist he didn’t realize he’d had tightly clenched relaxes, but he makes no move to grasp the boy’s hand. instead, he meets poe’s eyes and sees the question there before he hears it.

❝ how did you know her?❞

it’s not a question he can completely answer then and there. to speak of shara bey meant sharing the stories he had; any abridgment would not do her justice.

in the years that follow, poe dameron’s eyes never fail to light up when wedge tells him of his mother’s piloting exploits. ( and maybe some part of him thinks he can keep that light alive by telling the stories. )

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reckless, he’s told him before. reckless and stupid and ━ it’s not true, though. it wasn’t carelessness that drove poe, but dedication. wedge couldn’t think of anyone who had a better record of mission completions nor the same record of ( very frequent ) med bay assessments.

❝ he’ll be fine. he always recovers fast, ❞  the doctor tells him but as he stands over the young pilot’s sleeping form, he starts to doubt that. fighters are stronger in the places that they’ve been broken, but they never truly heal. and there’s no such thing as rest for a pilot, not when the sky waits for them. poe dameron is one part fighter and one part pilot. ( draw your conclusions there. )

he’s already outlived one dameron pilot, told her stories. damned if he outlived another one. ( poe’s stories are his to tell. )

eyes slowly open and wedge’s gaze snaps to them. he doesn’t greet him with a smile ━ even a mirthless one would feel like a lie. relief washes over him, but there’s concern too. he’s not in the clear yet.  ❝ you look like ━ ❞

❝ hell? ❞

that, at least, gets a scoff out of him.  ❝ no. you look like you gave them hell. ❞

as if the words mean he’s garnered a reward, poe leans back and rests his eyes for a moment. he releases a slow sigh and wedge wonders if this is where he mentally prepares himself before he forces himself back into the action.

❝ hey, ❞  he presses a fist against the pilot’s arm in a gentle nudge.  ❝ you did good, lad. get some rest, all right? ❞

❝ is that a command, sir? ❞

a dry chuckle escapes wedge’s lips. ❝ no, pilot, not unless it needs to be. ❞

already, he can see poe fading into sleep. his hand slips into poe’s, grasping it in reassurance while he speaks. ❝ we’ve got it from here. ❞

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                                                                WELL, I DIDN’T.                                  I drew it and someone said it was a good likeness.                                                        that's a story about trust.

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we need to stop being so desperate about finding aliens. we need to play hard to get, pretend like we couldn’t care less. watch them come rushing into our atmosphere

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URL CHANGE. changed to flightforged. still in the process of updating things ( mostly graphics ) but will probably finish tomorrow. apologies for all reply delays!!! 

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                  don’t ever talk to me or my 47 star destroyers again.

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Even the city carries ruins in its heart. Longs to be touched in places only it remembers.

Anne Michaels, Phantom Limbs

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a bunch of character ideas I had ( very ) loosely based off of da:i companions mostly for their personalities. under the cut for length. feel free to take one and make an oc from it!!!

tbh I wanted a old crew / rogue squadron for wedge and when I realized I had shaped wedge to be like blackwall, I decided -- why not use da:i as a basis for some squadmate ideas? in the pics is the da:i companion name and the one thing they’re beholden to / what they value most. below are the ideas, fcs used, and their relationship with wedge. 

GORDON BLACKWALL. WEDGE ANTILLES. pursues justice. bound to his own code of honor. sees people for their potential. protector.

CASSANDRA PENTAGHAST. ( MING NA WEN. ) so focused on seeking the truth of things that she fails to see the big picture at times. wanted to unravel the lies laid forth by the empire ( and later, the first order ). a very capable physical fighter. strictly adheres to law and practicality. one of the best dogfighters the squadron has. she and wedge often get competitive in flight, and he values her respect above most of the others as hers was the hardest for him to earn.

IRON BULL. ( IDRIS ELBA. ) values strength not just in terms of physicality, but also in terms of mentality. a strong will makes a good fighter. led his own group of mercenary pilots but once he lost most of his comrades, he came to fly for the rebel alliance.

SERA. CLEE. ( GEMMA ARTERTON. ) non-human. ( older than she looks. ) free-spirited and can’t imagine not having her own freedom to do as she pleases. prefers to see things simply. doesn’t care about complicating details. would rather solve problems with fighting than talking. the prankster of the group, can always count on her to liven things up. wedge particularly enjoys her company and sera often enlists his aid in pranking their squadmates. wedge probably gets along with her the most. would be really cool if she had a red jenny-like network that she does tasks for and can get favors from as well. she probably sees herself as neutral but is pulled into the rebel alliance and later, the resistance when wedge calls in a favor. 

SOLAS. ( TAHAR RAHIM. ) possibly like lor san tekka in that he pursues knowledge and collects artifacts. believes in cause and effect and always perceives actions in terms of their consequences. enlisted to aid the resistance because of his skills in excavating. ( was not part of the rebel alliance, probably. ) generally a solitary person, keeps to himself, but loves being asked questions.

VIVIENNE. ( INDIRA VARMA. ) possibly a displaced royal or a politician planning to make a bid for a position of leadership. ( possibly sees aiding the rebel alliance / resistance as a way to strengthen her public image. ) wants power to instill order in her home planet. may act superior at times, unless you’ve earned her respect. graceful, takes things in stride. it takes a lot to damage her composure.

to be added: varric tethras ( stories ), cole ( aid; force sensitive ), dorian pavus ( control ).

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A rock pile ceases to be a rock pile the moment a single man contemplates it, bearing within him the image of a cathedral.

Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince (via howdoiarchitecture)

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Trespasser - Dark Solas Theme - Trevor Morris (Dragon Age Inquisition: Trespasser)

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zella br-action zella breaks-in zella brazen zella brass-in

@thirdrogue “wedge anthills”

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❝ not the first time I've been told that — although typically, it comes from commanding officers. one even ordered a psych eval on me. ❞  with a dry chuckle, he rose to his feet, albeit slowly and with a dull ache spreading in his knees. those, at least, weren’t too damaged. the burning pain in his ribs, on the other hand, caused him to clutch his right side. determined to get them both to safety, he bit back a groan and gave a nod.  ❝ lead the way. ❞

        she could barely contain the indignant snort forming in her throat. incredulity traces her features, brows raising and accompanied by a slight downturning of lips. there-then arises the urge to knock the stubborn out of him but she resists, because—-you really shouldn’t when it comes to beings who participate in legends ( she reminds herself ). “ uh huh. you might need to reconsider your definition of fine.”

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things to do: (posting this for my own reference bc I’m slowly working on getting back on track.)

thread replies (5)

starters (2/3)

message + im replies

list + brief info of da:i inspired character ideas (suggested fcs: indira varma, idris elba, ming na wen, lena headey, tahar rahim, gemma arterton)

possible url change (options: skystarved, flightforged, carriedruins)

climb out of this pit

fight a lion

cage a kraken

slay a dragon

crown a stag

did I just get carried away yes I did

( bonus points if you caught on to the asoiaf animals )