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[ophernelia]

@KAILABRICE: Yes chef!

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[blue-sadie]

Blinded By Feelings

Armitage Hux, Cal Kestis, Poe Dameron, Din Djarin, Anakin Skywalker

They have feelings for you their enemy

Armitage Hux

He hated you even through he's never met you, he loathed your very being and it only increased when he met you, you were another general that to fought to be the best.

And when you two were together in a meeting or just in passing in the corridors you two would bicker like children over plans or random things that was annoying one of you that day.

He would only realize his feelings when a storm trooper would ask him but he would tell them to shut up and threaten them saying he would throw him into space if he ever spoke something so ridiculous again, but it would cloud his mind days after that.

He would feel disgusted by himself and avoid you by all cost but his efforts went to waste when you come back injured from a mission and he would make it his personal mission to take you to the med bay and scold you at the same time.

"You are stupid as the rebellion if you think you would not get scolded for your actions you could've gotten yourself killed next time at least tell me first so I can get you better storm troopers"

Cal Kestis

You joined the crew way before he did and had a stronger bond with greez and cere he was kinda jealous it wasn't much of a hatred thing he just found you kinda annoying to be around and would avoid being with you.

Every time you tried talking to him he would ignore you or when you saved him countless times he would just give you a forced thank you but nothing more.

The thing that made him notice is that you would start showing up in his dreams more or when he meditates, he'd find it annoying at first but he'd start thinking about you more and more.

He'd start listening and paying more attention to you which not only freaked you out but the other crew members to, during one of the missions he'd actually listen to your ideas instead of shutting you up.

"You have some really good ideas I should've started listening to you sooner, I'm sorry about that by the way I guess I was just jealous of you"

Poe Dameron

You were the rebellions best mechanic and the person that would work on his x-wing without his consent he'd hate it even though it needed to be done, he hates it more when you'd leave sticky notes telling him about the up grades you've done to his ship.

He would complain to Leia about you but she'd just laugh and tell him off because your just doing your job so then he'd come complain directly to you but you'd just ignore him continuing on his next up grade.

He'd have a few people tell him that he probably has a crush on you because of him talking about you so much but what really makes him realize is when he sees you talking to others guys and the jealousy he feels.

When returning from one of his missions his x-wing battered and needing repairs he'd actually come straight to you to ask you to repair it for him.

"I know I found it annoying but I've come to realize your up grades are kinda.... helpful after saving me a few times so what I'm trying to say is I'd like you to continue working on my ship"

Din Djarin

Your were an assassin, killing off the high end people most bounty hunters were afraid to kill, you've also killed a few of his bountys making him pissed.

He's only ever layed eyes on you a few times in crowed bars or a desolate street he doesn't really care about knowing you because why would he get to know his enemy a thief.

He'd only start looking out for you more when you saved him from an ambush you shot his captures in the head and threw him a gun before disappearing again.

He'd be against the idea of ever actually falling for you because of his past experiences but after some more encounters with you he'd would stop you before you vanish again.

"You can reject this offer but I'm still putting it out there, I want you to join me us, it would be alot easier we work together then you stealing my bountys so what do you say"

Anakin Skywalker

You are master windus padowan and the person he's always compared to why can't you be like yn why can't you take after her, it was something he heard almost everyday which makes him hate you.

He hates how kind you are even through his hateful words he spits your way or when you'd sometimes take the fall for one of his stupid plans he never even thanks you.

He like hux only got the realization when you got hurt, you'd taken a hit that was ment for him, the panic he felt as he watched you fall made him snap and kill whoever did it.

He'd spend day and night by your bedside in the medbay pacing back and forth as he tried thinking about his feelings, they'd only calm down when he sees you awake.

"Don't do that ever again do you hear me, you don't deserve to be here especially because of me I should be in this bed instead of you, do you know what you put me through I thought I lost you"

[aroaceleovaldez]

do you have any 75% god ocs?? like, children of demigods who have a godly parent

i imagine that it wouldn't be a common thing at all but mixing all of this ancestries it's really fun i love doing it, even if they end up kinda op,, sometimes that's the fun of it yknow

I would prefer to not refer to them by any percentages, because that feels extremely uncomfortable, but yes I have oc legacies who are also direct descendants of deities. I talked about Anton in a previous ask (legacy of Mars, child of Ceres), and I have a legacy of Summanus kid in the works who is also a direct descendant of a wind god, but I haven't decided who exactly yet and I only have one doodle of them because they are a Literal Baby and that one doodle is them as a toddler being tiny and babey.

So let's talk about some rogues I've been working on!

These are my waterfowl lesbians. They are born out of me learning that in some myths, the Graeae can turn into swans and I thought it'd be fun to make an Enyo & Nemesis duo who can both turn into waterfowl, plus I also wanted to make an Enyo & Lua combo kid who can just telekentically throw weapons around, because that's cool. Also just playing around with Enyo kids having fire eyes/demigods with nonhuman traits, because Yes Please. It's just fun. Knives ended up with an Odile/Black Swan theme, just cause I thought it'd be neat and I wanted her to look cool. Anser has some swan Valkyrie theming kinda sprinkled in there just for flavor, ergo the Thor legacy (also just fun for her being super loud + a personal hc of mine about Norse rogues being more common) even though she's a goose, not a swan.

I have plenty of other multi-legacy demigods as well, just not ones who are direct descendants specifically, because a.) I always find it fun to think of how powers and themes would mesh, and b.) I actually have a very specific headcanon that multi-legacies are super common in the First and Second cohorts, due to the whole their-families-are-more-likely-to-live-in-New-Rome thing.

I've actually been bouncing around an idea recently of Roman demigods who are children of lares, because there is mythological precedent for that and technically they are house gods. It's just the mortal parent is probably a New Rome citizen and that's sure to get awkward quick some way or another. There's no way a lar parent can not end up awkward, which is hilarious. I also have a fun OC whose concept is based on the idea of two mortals who moved to New Rome with their demigod partners but one way or another ended up single again and then married each other and had a completely mortal kid who just. Grew up in New Rome and joined the legion anyways. I'm just a big fan of getting really funky with riordanverse ocs.

[novaonhere]

Golden

Relationship: Cal Kestis x f!reader

Summary: The scene where everyone is enjoying the night by the campfire, in bliss. One by one someone leaves, leaving a smitten Cal staring at what the sunset is illuminating.

Word Count: 600

Warnings: Nah, she precious, she cute

A/N: To make up for a long time of nothing, I'll post some more today!

Prompt: The evening sun is falling on their face and she thinks maybe, just maybe, she is a little bit in love with them.

(gif not mine)

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Drinks get passed around the group, filling the evening air with chatter. The compass was finally in your grasp! You laid back against a large rock, it cool to your back, while the fire kept your front toasty. You couldn't remember a time where your shoulders weren't locked up, where your back didn't ache with every movement, nor when your feet would cramp after a long day. Bringing up the cup to your lips, you take a long and well-deserved sip, the flavor of Greez's famous tea really hitting you in the back of the throat. The small grin never vanished as your eyes danced to every person who joined with you at the campfire. Cere and Caldova chattered about the future of the Hidden Path, the corners of their mouths almost reaching their cheeks. Merrin sits happily content on top of a rock, staring deeply into the flames. She doesn't have a smile, but she looks equally relaxed. Cal and Bode chat and laugh heartily together, exchanging stories and hopes for the future. Greez walks back to the group, a few more tea cups in hand.

"I got more drinks! Who wants one?" He smiles, holding up three drinks with his hands. Cere and Caldova happily take another, inviting Greez into their conversation. Merrin is the first to stand and wish the group a good rest of the evening. She leans down beside you, resting her hand on your shoulder.

"Rest easy," She smiles, patting your shoulder. You place a hand over hers.

"You as well," She nods, walking towards the door. You turn your attention towards the horizon. The bright star that this planet uses as the sun is hovering over the land, illuminating the sky in all different shades of yellow and orange. A particular man's head is also next to the beautiful scene, maybe even more enticing than staring at the sky. His hair practically shines from the rays, highlighting his complexion. The slight breeze pushes his locks off his neck, and a few strands dance in the wind. The lower the sun starts to go down, the redder his hair becomes. His eyes shine from the sunset, but the light doesn't seem to bother him at all. It's like he's allowing the light to bounce and make them sparkle.

Bode must have said something funny, causing Cal to give a laugh. Your chest seems to flutter. The way his eyes crinkle on the sides of his face, the way his nose scrunches and makes room for his lips to part and widen, the way his face reddens, making his freckles perfectly season his face, the way he bares his teeth, not afraid to laugh to his heart's content. His toned arms grasp his torso, trying but failing to hold himself together.

You feel like you could just melt into a puddle right then and there, but as the last little sliver of sunlight peaks over the desert mounds, Bode stands and leaves to go inside. You and Cal wish him a good night, your attention back on the red-head. His head is positioned perfectly in front of the last bit of sun, creating a halo around his face. And, of course, he had to just smile at you. Your lips seem to smile back, but they feel like jelly. He stands and makes his way over to you, and all you could do was watch. He kisses his palm and places his hand on top of your head.

"Sleep well," He smiles, walking past you. Your face feels as if it erupted in flames. You did in fact, sleep well.

[chainera]

The Throw and The Catch

“Hey, are you sure you’ll be alright out there?” Mars asks, his sad voice shaded with concern. Next to him is the Earth, with heavy bags under his eyes, the faded lines of tears still scratching on his surface like a broken tattoo. The Moon isn’t sure how that worked, but he also isn’t sure how sound even traveled in space, or how any of them were even sentient. So he supposes it didn’t really matter. 

A little less than an astronomical unit away are Venus and Mercury, talking with the Sun about what the Moon had informed them of. It’s strange watching them interact— usually Venus would be spitting insults at Mercury, and Mercury would fire back in his own defiant way, heading away and taking all the offense in stride. But now they were actually interacting like two normal beings, even if the conversation was stifled and tense. The looming threat of the moon revolution was obviously more important than whatever disagreement they had gotten themselves tangled up in now.

The Moon looks on towards the asteroid belt, a realm of gloomy dark rocks, as far as the eye can see. He remembers the last time he was here— of watching, terrified, as his fellow moons planned a coup against his best friend. He remembers dodging the asteroids, desperately launching them back, convincing Callisto to go on the right track, all while his Dark side snored in the back of his mind.

“I-I can go if you want.” Mars stammers, but the Moon refuses. Earth needed Mars right now, needed affirmation that they wouldn’t abandon him. As for Mercury and Venus, the Sun wouldn’t allow them to leave, and besides, they needed to devise a back-up plan anyways. 

“I’ll go.” The Moon states firmly, and before Mars could say another word, the Moon floated off into the asteroid belt, forcing down the panic that spiked in his core.

It’s fine. He thinks, as the sunlight behind him grew dimmer and dimmer, the warm pink fading off into the dark blue of space. I just need to get to Jupiter, and warn the gas giants about this whole thing. I just need to…

Then, something flies past him. 

What—

The Moon reels back, narrowly dodging a small, spiky asteroid. He looks up to see a figure in the distance, but it resembles either Phobos or Deimos more than Ceres, the only one who he was expecting.

“Hello!” The asteroid(?) grins, batting her eyes. “I’m Amalthea. A moon of Jupiter’s, or how he would like to call us, a prize.” She spits the last word with venom, and more pointed asteroids rise around to her. 

“Well I’ve seen you’ve returned, Earth’s Moon.” Europa greets, coming over, before letting out a bubbly laugh. Flanking her are more asteroids- or well, he assumes, more of Jupiter’s moons. “Pardon Amalthea, but she doesn’t take lightly to beings who betray us. But, if you join us, we’ll put that all in the past. I won’t even ask about your… disappearance.”

The Moon grits his teeth, trying to keep his thoughts steady. “If I could take Io and Callisto, I can definitely take you guys.”

Europa scowls, opening her mouth, but then—

“But are you sure you can take us?” Said a voice, familiar in all the wrong ways. 

The Moon turns around so fast he gives himself whiplash. Sure enough, floating in front of him was Ganymede, along with many other beings he didn’t recognize. 

“Aw, sweetheart, you always have the best timing.” Europa giggles, any sense of anger gone from her tone at the sight of the newcomer. 

“Of course I do.” Ganymede winks, before directing his attention to the Moon, his once flattered smile fading into a mean sneer. The Moon feels a sudden, overwhelming wave of dread. 

“Meet the moons of Saturn.” Ganymede grins. “Mimas,” the gray one with one eye beams, “Ba-Dione,” the one with a white streak on her surface rolls her eyes, “Ensalada,” the one with blue veins scoffs, but holds his tongue, “Iapetus,” the one with a white and brown surface looks on with a neutral expression, “and the rest!”

The remaining small moons glare at him, but stay silent.

“Y’know, since I’m nice,” Ganymede continues, “I’ll give you one last chance. Join us.”

The Moon’s gaze darts around the area, and he was sure that if he was an earthling, he’d be drowning in sweat. There was nothing around him, nothing but more and more moons all giving him silent stares. There was no one coming— Callisto and Titan were in who-knows-where, the inner planets were too busy doing their own thing, Ceres probably had enough sense not to intervene, and the gas giants had no reason to check the belt. Desperate, the Moon turns to the enemy, grasping at the straws.

I can do this. I convinced Callisto, I can—

“Do you really think what you’re doing is right?!” The Moon asks, his voice thankfully growing stronger with each word. “Going against the planets? The Sun?! And what do you even plan to do with the Earth? Kill him?!”

He sees Dione purse her lips, Enceladus glancing away, and something shifts in Iapetus’s eyes. He’s getting through them at least.

But then Ganymede laughs. “Do you take us for idiots? Of course we aren’t going to kill him. Make an example out of him, strip him of all his precious little Earthlings, sure, but no killing. And as for the Sun… we’re working on it.”

And instantly, all the moons nod, like robots.

“And what about you all?!” The Moon questions, trying to keep his voice measured, but there’s a pathetically obvious note of desperation in it. “Did you really just let him waltz over and persuade you? How do you even know he’s going to keep his word and not betray all of you?”

“Oh please.” Ganymede responds, his tone clipped and dark. “I’m not like you. I’m not a traitor. Now, I was aware that I gave you one last chance. And that sounded like a no.”

The Moon gulps, feeling fear overtake his core. The stares at him turn piercing, and he’s distantly aware of Amalthea raising her razor sharp asteroids and Saturn’s moons gathering some as well. Europa laughs sharply, and Ganymede’s mouth turns into another sneer. The fear is breaking the Moon’s resolve, and—

Light.

The Moon gasps, eyes widening. The cloudy fear breaks. The piercing stares turned… confused, almost, and—

Light.

Dark’s thoughts, excited and venomous, cuts through The Moon’s. Are they causing trouble for you?

The stares slowly turn piercing again, and Ganymede—

Yes. Please—!

Ganymede yells, “Knock him out!”

Immediately, asteroids are hurled towards the Moon at all sides. Dark flings themselves down, and the asteroids crash together, one of them going straight towards Ensalada.

“OW!” Ensalada yelps as the asteroid lands squarely below his eye. Ganymede tuts.

“You should know better than to try and fight back, Earth's moon. Don’t make this difficult for us.”

Oh, this is going to be fun.

Another barrage of asteroids heads towards the Moon like a solarflare. The Moon squeezes his eyes shut, giving reins to his counterpart. Instead of running, Dark turns and expertly evades each one, much to the other moons’ shock.

Europa frowns. “What the—

Dark smirks, widening his deep black eyes. The Moon wishes he could see the others’ reactions right now.

Dark cackles, each peal of laughter crisp and deadly. He brings the nearby asteroids around him with ease, forming a ring.

“What- what is with your eyes?!” Ganymede shouts, flabbergasted. 

“Well, the thing is, I’m not the Moon. At least, not the one you’re used to. I’m his Dark side.”

And Dark spins, the asteroids twirling and flying towards their opponents like bullets. Most of the other moons avoid them, but one hits Europa’s side, and another one slams into Ganymede’s cheek, eliciting twin yelps of pain. 

Dark laughs again, thrilled. 

“And here you thought beating us will be that easy.” He taunts, and Ganymede’s eyes light up with fury. 

“Attack him!” He shouts, and Dark forms a shield, blocking the asteroids coming at him easily. Some asteroids are thrown nastily towards his back, but the Moon handles that, deflecting every one. The two of them fight like a dance, completely synchronized in ways only two beings who existed together all their lives would. 

We should get out of here. Light thinks, as he shoves him and Dark back, dodging one of Iapetus’s asteroids, who’s still looking at him strangely. 

Oh come on. Dark whines in their head. We could beat them all easily. And I haven’t fought in forever…

No we can’t. Light scolds. You have too big of an ego. 

Ganymede screams a war cry, and an asteroid bruises the Moon’s side. Pain blossoms, and both Light and Dark wince. 

Maybe you’re right. Dark admits, But if we’re going to flee, we’re going to go out with a bang.

Wha—

Give me your strength. 

…fine. But I better not regret this. 

With their combined strength, Dark raises up at least a dozen asteroids, and they rise up behind him like a wave. 

The last thing Light sees before the asteroids come crashing down is Ganymede’s dropped jaw. The last thing he hears is Europa’s high-pitched shriek.

“Next time, don’t fight against someone when you don’t even know half of them!” Dark shouts victoriously as they flee away, fast as lightning. Within seconds the shouts of the other moons fade, and within minutes they tumble out of the belt.

That was—

Amazing! Can we do it again?!

The Moon groans, his- their entire body tired and covered in bruises. Seriously?!

[whatwewrotepodcast]

WIP Introduction

Okay! Hi everyone! This blog belongs to Emma and Esme. We're a writing duo who have been writing together for 20 years. We've recently started a podcast called What We Wrote where we go back and read some of the terrible teen writing we produced in our early years, to much hilarity! However, we also talk about writing, our process, books we've read, and more.

It's not all about the past though. We currently are working on a project with plans of publishing in the not too distant future, as well as a few other fun, silly things.

Probably about time to actually introduce some of our writing projects, right?

Pride and Prejudice in Space (Working title)

What?

PPiS is a just-for-fun queer enemies to lovers scifi story. This thing is massive and goes on for ages. It's got no novel structure and is basically what would happen if you turned the Bold and the Beautiful into a written text and also it was gay and in space. I will be posting chapters from PPiS on the blog, so keep your eye out for them!

PPiS follows the adventures of the crew of the space freighter Idalia, as they attempt to run a shipping business while being hunted across the galaxy by the corrupt Andromeda Alliance. It's silly, it's messy and it's super queer. Don't come to PPiS for structure and a clear narrative arc - it's more a long running monster of the week style!

Chapter 1 - Theo

Chapter 1 - Onyx

Chapter 2 - Theo

Chapter 2 - Onyx

Chapter 3 - Theo

Chapter 3 - Onyx

Chapter 4 - Theo

Chapter 4 - Onyx

Chapter 5 - Theo

Chapter 5 - Onyx

Chapter 6 - Theo

Chapter 5: Onyx

Who?

The Main Cast

Theodotus Wolfe

Theo is an ex-Alliance pilot who was quietly discharged from service for seeing something he shouldn't have. Having grown up in poverty and disadvantage on the poor, over populated planet of Therus, Theo has a keen sense of justice and a dry, understated sense of humour. He lacks charisma, but is intelligent and brave, even if he comes across as a bit overly stoic and stiff. He's tall, at 6'3, and of distant Greek descent, with olive skin and dark, curly hair. After leaving the Alliance, Theo bought the Idalia with the intention of a quiet retirement running supplies across the galaxy. It . . doesn't really turn out that way.

Onyx Calladan (Rathbone)

Onyx was born into the extreme privilege of being the daughter and heir of one of the most powerful men in the galaxy - the CEO of Calladan Industries, a technology and weapons manufacturer who sold their technology almost exclusively to the Alliance. The Calladans are richer than god, but Onyx, who identifies as non-binary and only ever wanted to be a mechanic, never fit in. They fled their wealthy home and set up a quiet starship mechanic business on a distant station, where things were going great until a certain Alliance captain ruined their entire reputation. Onyx is wickedly intelligent, fiercely loyal, and a bit of a jerk sometimes, but they are also plagued by intense anxiety and PTSD from their upbringing. They're average height, a little stocky, with tanned skin. They wear their hair short, with shaved sides, and dye it a vivid shade of indigo.

Pantheras Wolfe

Pan is Theo's little brother. Having grown up amongst the abuse and and poverty of Therus as well, Pan had a difficult childhood and a harder adolescence after Theo joined the Alliance and he was left largely to his own devices. Pan covers his uncertainty and fearfulness with bravado and charm. He's sweet, kind, generous and friendly, outgoing and charming in a way his brother can never be, but he's also fragile and easily rattled. He relies on his brother and doesn't cope well without him. Pan is tall like his brother, but with none of his musculature, giving him a stringbean appearance. He wears his hair longer, showing his natural ringlets.

Ellis Grey

Ellis is an orphan who was found in a garbage bin in the slums of Ceres. When the orphanage was closed by the Alliance, Ellis was turned out onto the street due to being deaf in one ear, making him unfit for military service. He survived through a combination of resourcefulness, savagery and sex work, and eventually turned to a life of crime, through which he learnt to be an excellent hacker and pilot. As an adult, Ellis took to piracy, conning freighters out of their cargo to sell on the black market. Ellis, belying his upbringing, is camp, exuberant, eloquent and urbane. He has dark skin, black kinky hair, and a wide, winning smile. He dresses extravagantly, and loves bold colours.

The Second Coming Trilogy (Revelation, Anarchy, and The Second Coming)

What?

The Second Coming Trilogy is a modern fantasy set in Brooklyn, New York. Loosely based on the poem of the same name by W.B Yeats, it tells the story of a human girl and her two Fallen Angel allies as they attempt to prevent the second coming - the rising of the son of the devil to take his place on earth. Originally this was a YA story, but subsequent re-writes have landed on a more adult tone. We've been working on this story for well over 10 years, with many iterations. Once it was one book! But it got way too long and had to be split into three. We're currently doing edits and re-writes on book 2, Anarchy, and are querying publishers with book 1, Revelation.

Who?

The Main Cast

Merry: Merry is a human girl who was born with the Sight. This ability allows her to see through glamours and lies, but also often gets her into trouble. She's spent most of her life trying to ignore it and the things she sees, but one night she sees something she shouldn't have, and becomes embroiled in the hidden world of angels and demons. Merry is caucasian, dark brown hair and dark eyes, and has a slight, athletic build (she was a gymnast in her younger years). She's head strong, stubborn, and doesn't take kindly to being told what to do.

Ith: Ithuriel is a recently fallen arc angel. Once the Angel of Truth, Ithuriel fell prey to the sin of wrath and was thrown down from Heaven, his wings torn from his back and his divinity stripped away. Having been on earth for a mere few months, Ithuriel is still filled with his righteous desire to root out and punish evil wherever he finds it. He has been hunting the faction of Demons that Merry falls afoul of, and takes her under his wing to protect her. Ithuriel is 6'3, with a broad, strong build. He has fair skin and wavy golden hair, his features sculpted and harsh, and he has bright golden eyes, though he routinely glamours himself to look more human and less otherworldly.

Belial: Belial is also a Fallen, but he fell during the first great battle between the followers of Lucifer and those who remained true to Heaven. As such, Belial is a Prince of Hell, though he long since abandoned the regions of Hell to live on earth, where he has been for thousands of years. Belial walks a careful line between self preservation and his fondness for humanity, but his outlook on the world is grim and pessimistic. He's got tanned skin covered in a thousand years of scars, with deep maroon hair and eyes, and sculpted features just like Ithuriel's, though he is a little broader and stronger. Belial's glamours are particularly strong and there are few on earth who knows what he really looks like.

The Antagonists

Moloch: Moloch is a Duke of Hell and a Demon. Long corrupted by the evil in his heart, his physical being has become corrupted in the same way. One of the first lieutenants of the coming apocalypse, Moloch also runs a series of clubs throughout Brooklyn that cater to hardcore human clubbers amongst the demons who patronise them. To humans, Moloch is a thin, slight, suave middle aged white man with slicked back black hair and a pinstriped suit. To those who can See, he appears as a rotting skeleton, scraps of putrid flesh clinging to pitted bones.

Astoreth: Princess of Hell, Keeper of the Gate. Astoreth is the daughter of Lucifer, a creature of pure evil. She is the Princess of Hell, come to earth to pave the way for her brother. Astoreth is petty, proud, vain and cruel. Half snake, half woman, with long dark hair and skin that has an iridescent sheen, Astoreth is hunting Merry with all of her considerable resources, aware she could be the key to her plans.

Mammon: Son of Lucifer. Spoilers ;)

[lin-lll]

Hi yes, as Ethan's auntie 💅💅 I am dying to know about him (story, height, age, anything you wanna share)

And also don't forget to hydrate and eat well 💖

Hi! I’m glad you asked<333

So he was born in 33BBY and he’s 1.9 meters tall, his eye color/representative color is klein blue💙

I often refer to him as a Maine Coon because he's big and so clingy and has the personality of a dog but is a cat🐈‍⬛🐾

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Well, about his story, I tried to consolidate in a clueless bunch of chats I had with a friend of mine, and I hope it doesn't look too ridiculous💦

So basically he became Eno Cordova's apprentice (after Cere Junda) when he was about twelve years old and then, we all know what happened after that-Order 66-Ethan was hidden by his master in Bogano so he survived, and then for the next five years Ethan lived on his own in Bogano.

Thanks to BD-1’s company, he was able to survive until Cal Kestis came to Bogano and found him at 14BBY.

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Ethan's first impression is that he's confident and poised, but once you get to know him well, you’ll realize he's actually a childish and boisterous person.

He's also very curious and likes to act cute around people - maybe it's his master's fault for spoiling him so much, considering Master Cordova's own curiosity is also very strong🙂‍↕️ Also resembling his master, Ethan is always gentle and smiling but can be intimidating when necessary, seemingly unreliable but with everything in his plan.

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His mental condition wasn't very good for those five years, lets just say that living in isolation was too fatal for such a kid who needed emotional interaction so much, plus he had studied too much ancient history with his master and seen too many civilizations fall and rise so he was actually a bit of a nihilist(?) at the time, he was forced to live with the chaotic thoughts in his head causing him to become very paranoid for a time, for a while he was almost like a wild animal.

During a battle with a Bog Rat Ethan had to chop off his padawan braid to prevent the situation from getting worse (unfortunately it bit his padawan braid) , at that point he had a complete mental breakdown but at the same time finally realized that he couldn't go on like this, so Ethan finally decided to put himself back together and start trying to live the Jedi way again, even if in the end he might just die alone in Bogano. (He also has a claw mark on his back left by a Bog Rat, okay our boy really hates that creature🥲)

These five years of isolation have left him with some separation anxiety and possessive/controlling of those around him (although he hides it well)

Ethan is the type of person who expresses love directly to those around him and he enjoys physical contact.

Although Ethan always encourages those around him to express themselves, he prefers to work through his trauma on his own.(Similar to wild animals hiding their injuries for fear of being taken as prey)

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So don't blame him for falling in love at first sight with Cal Kestis after five years of total isolation, plus the redheaded Jedi and him had similar experiences, were of similar ages, and were cute as hell😭💘

(Well, Ethan tried to convince himself that it was just an imprinting effect, but no, it didn't work, and every day afterward he found himself falling deeper in love)

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Though it wasn't for long, Ethan developed a deep bond with his master, during those five years Ethan would often clutch his padawan braid and watch the holographic recordings left by Master Cordova over and over again, a habit he kept after he followed Cal to join the Mantis Crew, and you can occasionally see Ethan making a gesture with his hand to hold his no-longer-existent padawan braid when he in a daze or in thought.

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That's all I can think of at the moment, I hope I didn't talk too much💦💦💦

(Sorry if some of my words are weird because I used a translator)

Thank you again for asking me about Ethan, and feel free to ask me more about him anytime 💕💕💕

Hope you have a good day!🥰🫶

[tremendouskoalachild]

anyway since a lot of it might be getting overwritten soon now that filoni is revisiting the inquisitorius characters (i assume he is? he wrote basically all of tales of the jedi right): here's what i understand of the inquisitor lore outside of the rebels show

Palpatine was keeping an eye out for Jedi who seemed at odds with the Order and/or susceptible to the dark side during the war (and likely earlier, much like with Anakin), either in person or using various agents (can be assumed and is shown in Rise of the Red Blade). this likely includes Jedi with specific knowledge or skills (the implication i got from Cere in Jedi: Fallen Order)

the groundwork for what would become the Inquisitorius was already in place by the time of the war's end

the Grand Inquisitor was a former Temple Guard who felt held back by the order and had a grudge against Jocasta Nu specifically (pretty sure this comes from Rebels and shows up in Darth Vader 2017). he was recruited at some point prior to Order 66 by Palpatine personally and promised leadership of the organization. this happened before Vader's conversion, and neither Vader nor the GI were informed of each other's existence at first (DV 2017).

several former Jedi were recruited willingly (eg. the GI, Iskat Akaris/13th Sister, Prosset Dibs/10th Brother, 5th Brother according to Battle Scars, Reva Sevander/Third Sister)

most (?) inquisitors were recruited by force, specifically torture upon being captured, usually during Order 66 (eg. Trilla Suduri/Second Sister (JFO), Seventh Sister (described as feeling broken in the Force in RotRB), Tualon Yaluna (RotRB), Masana Tide/Ninth Sister (JFO))

their primary purpose seems to be killing Jedi survivors rather than expanding their ranks by recruiting them. although it is a fear for those hunted by them, the inquisitors rarely try it, even if they do taunt their prey with the possibility (Masana's dialogue in JFO). this may have changed in the later years as the inquisitor numbers dwindled (i'm pretty sure they were actually trying to convert Ezra during Rebels. please correct me.)

they do, however, often try to kidnap Force-sensitive children too young to have been pre-Empire Jedi. this appears to include any age group and be the continuation of Palpatine's project during the clone wars. (i believe this is expanded upon in Rebels? it's a plot point in DV 2017 with Eeth Koth's infant daughter. also, i might have made this up but it seems to be the implied threat in Jedi: Survivor.)

the numbered titles appear to reference the order of initiation, with the GI being implicitly the First but never referred to as such. the numbers do not change over an inquisitor's tenure and do not seem to be replaced when an inquisitor falls. there do not seem to be duplicates (except for the Third Brother, who appears in a reference book written before Obi-Wan Kenobi and whose existence seems to have been overwritten by the Third Sister's. her character's age and implied backstory do not fit this naming assumption, however.)

if the naming is sequential, then siblings 2 through 10 join very shortly after Order 66, and number 13 gets initiated within months (RotRB). we still don't know 11 and 12.

there is some number of active inquisitors without a numbered title, who still go by their old names. these seem to have similar duties and authority to their numbered colleagues and are also referred to as "brother" or "sister", at least by other inquisitors. (Tualon in RotRB)

there might (?) be some hierarchy to the numbers, with lower numbers corresponding to a higher position. or not. (Third Sister seems to think she's next in line after the deaths of Grand Inquisitor and Second Sister as per Obi-Wan Kenobi. there's a confusing exchange somewhere in Rebels where Seventh and Fifth pointedly emphasize their titles to each other while having a disagreement but i have no idea what that means.)

inquisitors do occasional solo missions but mostly seem to work in pairs or small groups. the chain of command during these missions seems ambiguous, possibly intentionally so. Darth Vader joins in for some missions, where all inquisitors defer to him.

originally recruited inquisitors are not trained after joining outside of sparring with each other, which seems entirely voluntary. sometimes Darth Vader drops in and tests them, often ending in mutilation. they are allowed and perhaps even encouraged to study the dark side on their own time, though they do not have many opportunities to do so, possibly by design. (RotRB)

inquisitors are not Sith, and are not officially intended to become Sith, though as dark side adepts they are a potential source of replacement apprentices. (i believe this is fan speculation and out of universe material more than actual text but would love to be proven wrong)

Inquisitorius personnel have authority over some other Imperial forces, and have a long-term rivalry with the ISB (JS). they are generally an unknown force.

the organization was founded on Coruscant and headquartered there for about 5 years after its founding. (DV 2017) afterwards, its HQ transferred to Nur. however, that facility was already in heavy use immediately after and possibly before Order 66 (backstory in JFO).

the members get killed off pretty quickly. 6th and 10th die within a year, 2nd and 13th (along with her bf without a number) within 5 years, 3rd and 9th 5 years after that (Reva actually leaves, as we know). the ones that make it to Rebels die in that show. Fourth Sister is unaccounted for.

inquisitors tend to die by Vader or Ahsoka and Maul.

[spann-stann]

Setting Blurb: Hoppe City

Nestled snugly in the Hanami Planum, Hoppe City is the largest human settlement on the dwarf planet Ceres, and the de facto capital of free market civilization. Everywhere you go, after stepping off the Rags to Riches interplanetary spaceport (and casino resort) the planet's rich mineral wealth rewards those that were the first to claim it. From the many facilities for mining and refining what lies below Ceres' crust to the luxury estates and skyscrapers of those that made it big (never mind the slums in Refoogietown), Hoppe City and Ceres as a whole would reward those that would work for it.

As the inner solar system was being colonized by the three human powers in the late 2300s, ambitious eyes turned towards the asteroid belt and saw only opportunity. It was only a matter of time before the many construction projects in the inner system created a demand for resources that only the Belt could supply. The first ones to seize the Belt would reap the rewards. CorpEmp and the W.C.O.F. would dispatch a few expeditions to the Belt, and a swarm of independent miners would stake their claim in the untapped riches floating between Mars and Jupiter. The largest contributor to the Belt Rush would be the United Markets, and the largest of the U.M. settlers came from the Hoppean subculture.

The U.M. back on Earth was growing too corpocratic and libertine for the more socially conservative Hoppeans, and what available real estate there was was either too crowded for their tastes or would become so at an uncomfortable taste. Several thousand Hoppeans began to pool resources and capital together in the 2350s to settle, mine, and develop a plot of the Cerean surface, with the first families given stewardship over plots purchased by a secondary wave of Hoppeans staying behind to continue financing the colony back on Earth. Each family would be responsible for either mining their plot, providing a service for the other settlers, or develop for future use. Everyone also had to pitch in to buy military equipment for security. No freeloaders, no market failures, and definitely no Imps or Commies. Reserves could join the settlement proper, or pay triple to hitch a ride and disappear into the icy crevices to stead all their lonesome. C.P.C. gangsters were shot on sight.

The 2,500 families of the first and second waves (also known as the First Steaders) ratified the Covenant Charter on September 2nd 2355 in a rented Las Vegas convention center, affirming all families' adherence to the Non-Aggression Principle and describing in great detail what is and isn't Aggression. To help retain a united sense of identity, the founding families would model their colony's culture and memetics after the New England Puritans and the Scottish Covenanters of the 16th and 17th centuries, mixed with the stylings of their own brand of anarcho-capitalism. Three years later the first transport craft would land on the site of what would become Hoppe City.

For the next 500 years, the denizens of Hoppe City laid low mining and developing their part of Ceres and keeping an eye on newcomers to their neck of the Belt. The Hoppeans' large volunteer militia kept their colony and the rest of Ceres out of the Belt Wars in the 2600s. Likeminded groups from the U.M. would arrive and establish communities of their own, eventually adopting the Covenanter model of anarchist society. The rest of the U.M.'s subfactions would arrive to stake their own claims of the dwarf planet, with the Hoppeans giving them a wide berth, and wildly divergent Marketeers (NEVER bring up the incident with the Church of Randian Satanism) were treated like they didn't exist. Most individual miners would try their luck in the mines of Hoppe City, tripling the population just in time for the Human-Crystalline War (2801-2885).

As the Crystalline Aliens had a nasty habit of attacking any significant human presence, Ceres' population evacuated to the many underground mining complexes and rode out the war. Hoppe City's private militias remained on-planet in the event of an attack, but a few volunteered to join the rest of U.M. security forces to drive the aliens out of the Solar System. The aliens never touched Ceres, and because of that refugees would flock to the dwarf planet, tripling the population yet again. Most of the refugee population would be moved to the aforementioned mining complexes, they could either wait until it was safe to be relocated (especially CorpEmp and W.C.O.F. populations, and especially after fighting between the two groups), or try their hand at joining the planet's population. This refugee problem, and the threat of alien invasion, would lead to the expansion of the private security industry on Ceres. Many famous firms today had their beginnings in many volunteers that fought the Human-Crystalline War (against alien or refugee gang). The one group the Hoppeans were really wary of were the execs of the megacorps (MicroBucks, Morgan Industries, etc.) from the U.M. core.

Although they were sequestered in their own territories on Ceres, the Hoppeans didn't want the megacorps to start thinking they could run the dwarf planet like the rest of their assets. The descendants of the Founding Steaders (and a few Founding Steaders themselves who used life extension technologies) met with the megacorp execs, and stated that on no certain terms would Ceres be run like the old FVMEs on Earth. Pre-emptive strikes against acts of aggression were perfectly legal according to Covenant Charter, and it would be a shame if the execs did anything that would be considered aggressive. A few execs got the memo and drank the Hoppean kool-aid, or quickly relocated. Sympathetic megacorp employees would also subvert their employers' memetics with that of the Covenanters, bringing them more in line ideologically with the Hoppeans. By the beginning of the 2900s, Ceres and especially Hoppe City, would become the industrial and economic capital of the United Markets.

With the alien threat removed and their competition suborned, the Hoppeans and Ceres did what they did best: minding their own business and mining. As human settlement expanded into the outer solar system, a few expert miners from Hoppe City went to try their hand at establishing daughter colonies in the orbits of Jupiter and Saturn. An even smaller few went out to stake their claims in the Extrasolar Territories. The Transhuman Wars were the only conflicts of the 31st century that the Hoppeans would get involved due to --DO NOT UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES BRING UP THE TRANSHUMAN WARS OR THE ACTIONS OF HOPPE HEDONICS IN HOPPE CITY - NEVER BRING UP THE TRANSHUMAN WARS - THERE WERE NO CATGIRLS - HOPPE HEDONICS NEVER PRODUCED CATGIRLS - UNDER THE REVISED COVENANT CHARTER OF 3106 ANY MENTION OF CATGIRLS CONSTITUTES AN ACT OF AGGRESSION-- in what would become know as Refoogie Town in the first layer of exhausted mining complexes below the city proper.

By the rise of CorpEmp's 5th ruling Dynasty, Hoppe City is an icy jewel that seems to only shine brighter. Most of Ceres by this point is "governed" (a dirty word in the U.M.) in covenants similar to Hoppe City, and Hoppean Scots has become the lingua franca of the myriad communites in the Asteroid Belt. Ceres has also emerged as the Mecca for developments in brine mining technology. Thousands of fortunes are made, lost, and won back daily in Hoppe City. In spite of all their history and achievements, however, there is one thing. One little frustrating thing that comes to most non-Cereans' minds first when asked to think about Hoppe City...

[jinmukangwrites]

Weep little lion man (9.5/14)

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Fandom: Jedi: Fallen Order / Survivor Rating: T Warnings: N/A Ao3 Notes: next chapter is officially the beginning of the endgame. Thank you everyone who has joined me for this story. This is the final .5 chapter.

Summary: After defeating Dagan Gera for a third and final time, the Compass ends up in Bode's hands without a scratch. He could go back to Jedha with Cal... but he's holding what he wants. He doesn't see the point in pretending any longer. He makes a split-second decision. Or: Bode's betrayal goes a bit differently.

-o0o-

Never in Merrin's life has she been so glad to have so many friends willing to take charge. So many friends that knew how to make quick and effective plans on the fly; allowing her to set her mind on autopilot and simply do as Cere or Cordova tells her to.

They can worry about the specifics, the details, the intricate strands of unwoven tapestries, and she can just work.

"Merrin, can you help find Zee a way up this cliff?"

"Merrin, I need assistance moving some equipment from the smuggler tunnels."

"Hey witch, keep an eye on Caij for me, will you?"

She does everything anybody (except Caij, though the questionable woman never requests anything anyways) asks, because she's happy to help and she's a creature of action. Having a set of instructions and a task at hand helps her keep useful and productive even though she's no good at knowing the history of ancient Jedi civilizations, nor is she much of a use for putting together technology which will make it possible to traverse an un-traversable and chaotic plume of abyss in space.

She at least also got to protect Rambler's Reach from vengeful raiders and even the occasional troupe of Imperial invaders. She knew that she could do the leg-work, she enjoys the leg work. She had spent so long alone on Dathomir, desperately trying to cling to control as the forces of the universe did everything in its power to rip it away from her. Finding Cal... all those years ago... It gave her a greater purpose other than control. He helped her move on and focus on doing something. Let someone else be in charge, let the legacy of her sisters and mother not weigh her down so hard.

Helping Cere and Zee explore old Jedi chambers and temples, helping Cordova build a way to track through the abyss, even just keeping Caij in her sights, it made her feel like she was helping build progress on finally rescuing Cal and figuring out what exactly Bode's problem was. Singe the hairs of his eyebrows while she's at it.

Once Cere found a breakthrough in the mysterious Arrays, once Cordova managed to find a weak and unstable signal on Cal, Merrin couldn't help but think it took the Galaxy long enough to turn in their favor.

"So what's the plan?" She asks, folding her arms across her chest as Cere explains that activating the final Array just outside the Reach would make a temporary safe path through the abyss.

"Merrin, you'll get Zee to the array," Cere explains, her face calm but her voice twinging with undisguisable excitement. "Activate it, and join us on the Mantis. We should have just enough time to fly through the abyss, and with Master Cordova's work on the bounty puck, we'll know where to find Cal."

"Well," Caij says, leaning against the center console of the Mantis, Merrin narrows her eyes at the 'former' bounty hunter. "What are we waiting for?"

-o-o-o-o-

Getting Zee into the final array and getting herself back onto the Mantis was... concerningly uneventful. She thinks most people would celebrate things going easy, but things never went something as simple as easy when involving Cal. Too many things going exactly as planned couldn't mean anything good. Luck and karma didn't work that way for her family.

She kept her worries to herself, however, because if she were asked what was worrying her she wouldn't even be able to explain it. The Mantis hummed perfectly as ever as Greez lifted the old thing up and toward the Koboh atmosphere. The seats were comfortable. BD didn't leak oil. The array stayed lit like a beacon. Caij didn't suddenly get yellow eyes and cut down her family.

Geez punches it towards the triangle puncture going through the abyss, hands only shaking a little, but pure determination kept his flying steady. Silence filtered around the crew (and Caij) as star speckled black space turned into swirls of pink, purple, and blue. It looks like something only a child could draw with those glitter markers she saw once on Coruscant. It feels like flying into the heart of a supernova.

That feeling of something about to go wrong lingers. She can barely restrain herself from fidgeting as she stands behind Geez's pilot chair. She forces herself to look dead ahead at the carved path before them, a squeezing sensation wrapping around her heart.

"The path is getting thinner," Cere says, and Merrin closes her eyes for just a moment to breathe.

The array is shutting itself off, and they're already too far in to turn back. They need to go faster, onward, or they'll lose themselves here.

Cere grabs onto the hyperspace controls, ignores Geez's panicked shouting, and closes her eyes.

Something has finally made itself complicated; and while it seems Cere is about to initiate a solution, Merrin can't help but find a little comfort in the tides turning into currents. Deep down, she knows this will only be the first of many problems, but at least now it's familiar.

"Now!" Cere shouts, mostly to herself, and flicks the switch.

Geez screams, Caij swears, Cordova calmly breathes a visible breath, BD clutches into Merrin's shoulder, and Cere looks dead ahead at the streaks of hyperspace. Merrin... Merrin doesn't know what she does. Everything gets so loud and so real in her brain where if her physical body does anything, it wasn't her consciously controlling it.

She trusts Cere, but she doesn't trust fate. They'll get through this, but whatever is waiting on the other side is promised to be a thousand times worse.

Hold on, Cal, her brain desperately screams, it's almost over.

-o-o-o-o-

With a flash, the empty space above Koboh suddenly finds itself filled.

The pilot, sitting alone within the cockpit that used to belong to his father, frowns beneath his helmet as the signal he had just been tracking suddenly disappears.

He reaches for the puck, moving his gauntleted hands over the small FOB and checking to see if there's a loose wire or something else as temporarily inconvenient. He can't find anything wrong with the tool, which means something else had caused the signal to suddenly disconnect.

A flash of light, and he blinks ahead at a strange cluster of space dust that's settled itself as near to the planet as a moon would. Three beams of light tear through the center of the plumage, though one is in the process of going out.

The bounty hunter glances back at the tracking puck and quickly checks the last known coordinates of his target. He's almost not surprised that they point him directly towards the mysterious abyss.

The third beam gives a final, violent shudder, then flickers out in a blaze of glory. Whatever path it has carved, it's gone now, and so is Caij Vanda.

Only at a slight loss, he bites his lip and looks down at Koboh. He can't give up on his target, not quite yet, and perhaps wherever that broken beam had come from, there will also be someone who knows what the point of it was, and if his target is dead or not.

He has enough of a reputation that simply confirming a death will get most contractors good faith. He can still get paid here, and then he can move on to other bounties with no sleep lost. Bigger bounties, maybe that red-hot one the Empire just tripled.

Turning Slave 1 towards Koboh, Boba Fett makes preparations for landing.

[quinttee]

Quinton's Animation Extravaganza 925

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Rita, Sailor Sedna

I was enjoying my day with Miyako, Fluttershy and Quinton Jr. We had recently found Sailors Orcus, Quaoar and Gonggong and we were looking forward to finding the last dwarf planet Sailor Senshi, Sailor Sedna. Just then, I received a phone call from Usagi. According to her, the Sailor Senshi had just found Sailor Sedna, which was just what I wanted to hear. I immediately rounded up my fellow Powerpuffs and the Mane Six and we headed for Vermilion City, where the Sailor Senshi were located. There was an Inuit girl with them. This was Rita Mala, who had just awakened as Sailor Sedna. The Solar System Sailor Senshi Squad and I all introduced ourselves. The Inner Sailor Senshi included Sailors Moon, Mercury, Mars, Jupiter and Venus. The Outer Sailor Senshi included Sailors Saturn, Uranus, Neptune and Pluto. The Trans-Neptunian Sailor Senshi included Sailors Orcus, Haumea, Quaoar, Makemake, Gonggong and Eris. There was also Sailor Ceres, the Earth Heavenly King and me, the Solar Heavenly King, who was the leader of the squad. I could tell that Rita had the mind and spirit of her people, just like Sailor Quaoar, and that she was immune to cold weather. This was probably because the dwarf planet Sedna was named after an Inuit goddess. Furthermore, the Inuit lived mainly in the arctic regions of North America. In the end, Rita willingly joined the Solar System Sailor Senshi Squad as Sailor Sedna, bringing the total to 18 members. Now, all the dwarf planet Senshi were found. We wondered if there would be Senshi of the planetary-mass moons, but we decided to just wait and see. Over the next few months, I finished the spring semester at my new job and continued to work during the summer, thus finishing my very first year. Momoko and Dexter’s daughter, Yumiko, had her fourth birthday. However, she wasn’t the only one to have a birthday. Around the same time, Satoru had his third birthday, while Quinton Jr. had his second. My friends and I continued to keep an eye out for the next villainous organization. We figured that this next one would require the help of Peebo and the Bio Robo, but we decided to just wait and see. Needless to say, we all lived happily ever after.

NEXT TIME - A NEW BEGINNING!!

[naturesbeat]

OVERVIEW

name: trilla suduri alias: the second sister species: human gender: cis female, she/her sexuality: lesbian age: verse dependent, born 37 bby occupation: jedi padawan inquisitor mbti: intj, the strategist enneagram: type 8, the challenger

APPEARANCE

eyes: a bright green, though dulled with exhaustion and the weight of the dark side. lips: full, quick to sneer or bear her teeth in equal measure. hair: black, sleek, messy. body: trilla stands somewhat taller than average with a build that is both full and muscular. one cannot tell, though, due to the personalized inquisitor uniform she wears at all times that covers her from neck to toe, complete with a mask that hides her face. it distinguishes her from her comrades, though like the rest of them, includes the emblem of the empire on her shoulder, so she might never forget where she belongs. scars: various scars from her missions and her mentors, the grand inquisitor and lord vader. the most prominent runs along the length of her spine in verses where she survives the killing blow at the end of jfo. her arms also bear branching scars ( resembling that of a lightning strike victim ) the result of her electro torture. noticeable features: she has an aquiline nose with a prominent bridge the better to look down at people.

PERSONALITY

even in her youth, trilla had an intrinsic confidence about her. though it was not very compassionate, she often considered herself above the people around her, easily able to read and sense their motives, their intentions, the words behind their words. it was for this reason she intended to follow the path of a consular when she remained in the order, honing her skills for negotiation.

twisted by the dark side, however, she became arrogant and manipulative. cere’s betrayal cut deeper than anything she had ever experienced. lost in her own despair, burning with the unfairness of it all, she only wished to see that others suffer, as she had suffered.

in verses where she manages to escape the inquisitorius, trilla is able to let go of her need for revenge, but much of her fury lingers. it's easy to tell her to let go of her anger, but she finds herself without a place to put it. too long she relied on her own pain, the one thing that kept her going when all else was taken from her. in a way it is her attachment, in the jedi sense of the word - the thing she fears to lose, for fear of what she would be without it. her journey toward peace is a long and arduous one.

HISTORY

trilla was raised in the jedi temple as all young padawan were. when she exhibited a preference for the path of a consular jedi, she was paired with a sentinel, and her training took her to many planets and cultures across the galaxy. unfortunately, as was the case with many young padawan, the clone wars saw her training interrupted, and then cut short completely with the enactment of order 66.

her and her master, cere, survived for a few short weeks with a number of younglings in tow. in an act of desperation, cere left them alone in an attempt to draw imperial attention away, and was captured. after some time of torture, she gave up the location of trilla and the rest of her charges, and they were all captured by the empire themselves.

her masters betrayal cut deep, pushing her over the edge to the dark side. trilla joined the inquisitors, becoming the second sister before cere's eyes after her own extensive torture. cere managed to escape, however, leaving trilla to her fate in the inquisitorius.

after that she served her new master, lord vader, hunting the remnants of the jedi order and any new force sensitives born to the empire. for a full summary of her story, see her wookieepedia page or check out a game movie of jedi fallen order on youtube.

WISHLIST

MERRIN: ngl I ship this two VERY MUCH! she is the only member of the crew who doesn't have a lot of baggage related to trilla, and is someone i can see her forming the first tentative bond with. I also love an au where trilla finds her before cal does on dathomir and recruits merrin into the inquisitors instead. if these interest you please hmu!

PADAWAN DAYS: I have many headcanons for trilla's personality before her fall the dark side. this is a great way for anyone who wants a pre-established relationship! for reference she's a touch older than Ahsoka

FELLOW INQUISITORS: I would just like to see the inquisitors but run like it's the office. you know they had some stupid petty drama.

UNDERGROUND CONTACTS: in survival AU's trilla goes on to become a bounty hunter/smuggler of sorts. contacts and threats in this area would be really fun to explore!

[geekywritings]

“Dance with me.”

Cal Kestis x reader

You convinced the crew to take a small break to attend a local festival for a much deserved downtime. Convincing a certain Jedi to dance with you is much harder, however. Or is it?

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„Dance with me.“

You had asked Cal to do a lot of crazy things. To explore unknown territories, to jump across impossibly wide canyons and to take down Imperial bases full of Stormtroopers. And never had he hesitated to say yes. Until now.

He looks at your outstretched hand and swallows hard. “I don’t think…”, he begins and instantly the smile on your face diminishes. As if sensing his discomfort about it, though, you are quick to pat his shoulder.

“No worries. It’s not for everyone.”, you assure him and disappear back into the dancing crowd, joining the masses as they jump, turn and just move around to the heavy beat of the drums.

“Why didn’t you join her?”, Cere asks when she returns with your drinks, clearly having witnessed the scene.

“I have no clue how to dance.”, Cal admits with a shrug. “It wasn’t exactly part of Jedi training.”

Cere chuckles. “It’s not like they are following specific steps.”

“That makes it even harder.”

Cal learned to let go of many things, but the Order and the lifestyle it had taught were also still deeply ingrained. There was always a given path or a pre-defined routine to stick to. This is far beyond his comfort zone. His new mentor stares at him for a few moments and suddenly says: “Time for a lesson.”

“What?”, the red-head asks, hand stopping mid-motion on its way to grab his cup.

“It’s time I teach you something beyond the Order’s knowledge. Stand.”

Slowly he follows, though confusion and hesitation are visible in every movement. Cere moves them into position and then tells him the steps. Easy ones. Basically like walking in a box.

“That’s it?” The surprise is thick in Cal's voice and clearly written all over his face.

“In a way, yes.”

They return to the table and Cal’s eyes slide back to you. Or to where you had been before. Apparently, you have danced your way deeper into the crowd and out of his sight. His attention is drawn back when Greeze shows up with food and he busies himself talking with his found family until his fellow Jedi's return.

You are out of breath, but smiling so brightly that Cal can't help but stare. Have you ever been more beautiful? Hair dishevelled, cheeks flushed and lips drawn into a permanent grin. “Ahh, this was so much fun.”, you sigh, dropping onto the empty seat next to Cal and pouring yourself a drink.

The conversation returns to Greeze’s new recipe ideas and plans on where to go next, while the surrounding festival seems to slow down. Soon, the music is soft and gentle, leaving mostly couples moving to the tune. Cere gives Cal a nudge under the table, motioning toward the marketplace behind you.

He knows what his mentor is asking, but the young man still finds himself swallowing hard. He can do this. He fought Darth Vader and came out alive. Surely, asking you to dance is easier than that.

“Y/N?”

You look up from your almost empty plate and Cal almost loses his voice again.

“Uhm… I know I said no before, but… do you wanna dance now?” Ok, that didn’t come across as confident as he would have liked, but at least the words HAD left him at all. First, he is met with a gasp and seconds later with that happy smile of yours again that gets his heart beating faster. “Yes, of course!”, you agree, instantly pushing your plate aside.

He offers you his hand, before leading you toward the dancing couples, trying to relax his body. He is good with remembering steps, so that's not the issue. But will he do it right? All negative thoughts slip away when you place one of his hands around your waist, before grasping the other one, your bodies pressed together.

With his mind pleasantly blank, Cal begins to move, the steps so much easier to do when he doesn't worry about making a mistake. All he can think of is how you feel in his arms, how happy you look at this moment and how badly he wants this to continue forever. The steps you are taking are slow, barely moving as you just sway to the slow melody. Nobody says a thing, but it is the most comfortable of silences.

Gently, Cal draws you even closer, your foreheads soon resting against each other as you continue the slow dance. “This is the best part of the festival.”, you whisper and Cal’s heart soars. “I didn’t even know you could dance.”

“I didn’t until today.”, he admits with a little grin.

“Well, then you are naturally talented.”, you compliment back, making his lips twitch upward even more.

There won't be many moments like this, you both know. It makes it all the more special amid the war and the constant danger.

“Thank you for taking me here. It means a lot to me.”, you speak again.

“Whatever makes you happy.”, he replies honestly and without hesitation.

Your eyes have this mischievous look in them again. The one that worries and excites the Jedi at the same time.

“Whatever makes me happy? Hmmm… maybe I should utter another wish then.”

He raises an eyebrow at you, expecting something crazy.

“Kiss me.”

Force, how he loves you. And even if you HAD asked for something crazy, he would have jumped into action right away. Everything to make you happy.

“As you wish.”, he whispers, before his lips met yours in a soft kiss. This is perfect. Who knew a dance could ever make you two this happy?

[profound-imagination]

Lost & Found - Cal Kestis - Part 8

A/N: TW - Fighting, shooting and slight injury other than that enjoy chapter 8!!

PS - a lovely anon told me Hold My Hand by Lady Gaga reminds them of this story and I can't stop listening to it ❤️

Cal had seen this before and was only just begging to understand it when he surrendered to the Empire but how you had this power he didn't know, well he now had an idea but he couldn't work out how it was you came to end up on Bracca. He watched in shock as Trilla flew backwards into the trees and hit one with a thump and slid to the floor, motionless, his eyes then darted to you as you fell to your knees, exhausted from the power you'd just unleased, Cal knew that kind of exhaustion well, he'd experienced it himself when he first started his training with Jaro Tapal but he couldn't think about that now, he needed to get you out of there, Trilla wouldn't forgive you for this, her offer of joining them would be well and truly off the table when she got back up.

"Can you get up?" He asked frantically pulling you up from the ground, you nodded at him weakly and pulled yourself up using his arms and fell into his side, wrapping an arm around you Cal started towards the trees you had come through. "Where's your ship?" He questioned you again, knowing you were in no state to pilot yourself you croaked one word at him "Mantis" and pointed in the general direction of where it was, Cal tensed but headed that way, he knew he didn't want to do this, to see them, it was just more people he'd be putting in danger, he knew they wouldn't have let him go but he also knew Cere would've known the dangers of coming after him, what he hadn't counted on was you leaving them and coming after him yourself. Force pushing branches out of his way and dragging you with him, he hoped Trilla was still on the floor where you'd put her and that the Mantis wasn't far, he stopped in his tracks when he came face to face with Merrin, she took him in for a second and supported your other side and the three of you were moving again "Was that her? The power? I felt it." Cal nodded at the Night Sister and she gasped "She's like me" he nodded again "You're not alone anymore, Merrin" he gave her a small smile, she smiled back "Neither are you Cal Kestis" the three of you stumbled into the clearing as blaster shots fired past your heads towards the Mantis and there was Cere, stood at the top of the loading ramp shooting back, Cal and Merrin looked at you, you nodded to tell them you could stand by yourself and they turned to defend against the Storm Troopers that were gathering in the clearing "Captain! Get ready!" Cere yelled through the ship to Greez "You three, on board, now! She shouted down, Cal realised then that he had in fact missed this, missed them and that he had no choice, the Troopers had seen him turn to defend his old friends and Trilla knew he was too attached to you, with or without him now you would be hunted and If that was the case he was going to be there to fight for you.

The three of you started up the ramp as Trilla came into the clearing, a face like thunder, she was out for blood, her arm shot up and you shot forward, dragged through the middle of Cal and Merrin and fell to your knees again halfway down the ramp "Are you really going to give this all up Eleventh Brother, all the power we've taught you how to wield, all for a little witch?" She spat at Cal as she took a step closer, Cal had moved to stand in front of you as Merrin was pulling you back to your feet, BD nudging your thigh, encouraging you to get up "You won't touch her again" Cal spoke through his teeth anger seeping out of every pore on his body. "We need to go if we're going!" Greez shouted from the depths of the ship, blaster bolts still flying, Merrin pulled you up the ramp and into the ship as one of the bolts grazed the side of your face.

Cal was still in a stand off with the Second Sister who had now ignited her Lightsaber and was waiting for Cal to make his move, he looked over his shoulder at Cere and mouthed something at her that you couldn't make out, his eyes then connected with yours and you understood what was happening, you didn't have the strength to stand or stop it as Cal stepped off the ramp, Cere stepped into the ship and hit the button to close the ramp "Let's go Greez" she spoke "What about the kid?!" Greez challenged back. "We need to go. Now." You clawed desperately at Merrin's arms as she held you tight and stopped you from throwing yourself out of the ship "She'll kill him Cere!" You screamed at the older Jedi Master. "We can't leave him!" She sighed "We have too" and with that she went and joined Greez as the ramp closed and you'd heard the first collision of Lightsabers.

You hadn't spoken to any of them for days, not even BD-1 who hadn't left your side. Your face was sore from where the blaster had grazed you but it was nothing compared to the crushing emptiness you felt in your chest. The only time you left your chambers was when Merrin forced you out for training, you couldn't blame her for wanting another Night Sister but you hadn't been able to do any Magik since you'd thrown all you had at Trilla but Merrin was determined to not let you give up, she tried her best to be encouraging "When you master this, we can go and get Cal, I'll come with you" but all it did was fill your veins with ice, he was dead, you were sure of it this time, Trilla had been so angry she wouldn't have let him live, if she hadn't killed him yet you were sure he'd spent the last few days stuck in that chair. You didn't cry anymore, you were sure you had no tears left but you'd never felt an ache like you felt now.

Bogano is where you'd ended up, the four of you had found refuge there and had decided to stay for a little while, just long enough for everyone to mourn Cal and to figure out the next move. Your next move was simple, you'd leave again, Cal was the only reason you had reunited with them in the first place and without him there was no place for you, you'd been thinking about Dathomir, what seemed to be your home planet, Merrin had told you there was nothing left of Dathomir, only death and that she could teach you everything you needed to know, still you wanted to see it, but you wanted to see it with Cal, he'd promised when the two of you had been rescued from Bracca that after he'd restored the order that he would come with you to find out who you are before he became Master Kestis, swore that he would find a place for you within the order so you could stay with him, if only the two of you had known what was to come.

Merrin had dragged you off of the Mantis for more training and she'd kicked your ass again, you had only managed to conjure one tiny little flame of Magick, not enough to do anything but she was pleased with it and had left you sat in the long grass after two hours of pushing you, BD-1 right next to you as always. "I miss him BD, he was coming back to himself" the first words you had spoken to the droid or to anyone in days sent the little droid into overdrive and he was bouncing around you, you patted the top of his head and looked up to the sky, squinting at what seemed to be a ship coming into land way to fast on the other side of temple, it came down in a blaze and hit the ground and you took off running towards the wreckage.

[harghoes]

merry kisses

pairing: cal kestis x reader

warnings: none, fluff

a/n: this is my first piece of writing in a long time so please be gentle

NOT MY GIF

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Tonight there was only one goal in your head; getting Cal Kestis under the mistletoe. It was the one night in your years of traveling that you felt comfortable enough to have a holiday of sorts. The galaxy is a huge place, but being on the run doesn’t really give a person time to sit down and enjoy the holidays. 

Joining Cal, Cere, and Greez had been an adjustment. Years on your own really set up a sort of failure in opening up to people. They took their time with you, though. With that time came a bond of family, and more romantic feelings for a certain Jedi. 

You started to notice your change in feelings for Cal after a few months together. The way that he was so kind to BD-1, the way he would gently say your name while passing you, honestly the way he did anything. Cal has a kind heart, and that’s what drew you towards him the most. He is the sweetest, most considerate person you have ever met in your lifetime. 

So, the plan. How are you going to get the redhead under the mistletoe? That’s what you need to figure out. As you’re deep in your thoughts, you don’t notice Cere creep up on you.

Okay, creep up is kind of an exaggeration. She walked directly in front of you, straight at you, for a few feet before stopping. 

“What are you thinking about, kid?” 

You’re broken from your thoughts as you hear her voice. Staring up at her, blocking the sun with your hand, you reply. “Me? Thinking? That’s really funny, Cere. We both know I’m never thinking.”

She lets out a chuckle at that before sitting down next to you. With her out of the way you can watch Cal running around with BD. It seems like they’re playing a game of tag, and it makes your heart fill with so much joy. Your chest starts to hurt a little because of it.

Cere notices you staring dreamily at Cal, and figures out what’s bothering you. 

“You know, staring at him longingly isn’t going to make him aware of your feelings.” Your head whips to look at her, eyes wide. “Oh, don’t act like I don’t see it. The both of you follow each other like a pair of loth-cats. It would make it easier on everyone if one of you made a move.”

Sighing, you know she’s right. Maybe, just maybe, she’d be willing to help you out. 

“Okay, you want one of us to make a move? Help me then. Please.” 

Her eyebrow raises, but she doesn’t say anything. A silent indicator to explain your plan,

“I want to get Cal under some mistletoe, but I’m not sure how. I don’t even know if Greez will let me put mistletoe in his ship. Cere, I really need help with this. I’m not very good at these things.”

She makes a face before breaking out into a smile. Her laugh comes out in short bursts, but it draws enough attention from Cal, BD, and Greez.

Her laughter dies down enough that the others go back to their business, and as she calms down she leans in close before whispering, “I will talk to Greez about putting the mistletoe up. I’ll also make sure we are both gone by the time you’re ready to make your plan come to life. Deal?”

A giant smile breaks out across your face before you’re whispering back, “deal.”

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It took some convincing from Cere, but Greez finally agreed to let you put mistletoe up. His only complaint was that you were going to forget about it, and then it was just going to stay on the ceiling for as long as the ship lived. You had to promise him that you would take it down after, but you’re not sure you’ll remember to do so. 

Cere and Greez had both gone into town. It’s only Cal and you on the ship now. Luckily enough, BD is recharging from their tag game earlier, so it really is just the two of you. As you finish putting up the mistletoe, you hear footsteps coming closer. 

You hurry to look natural, but the way you plop down in the seat is probably anything but. Cal stops right before getting to the hanging leaves. He doesn’t see it at all, but he does see you sitting at the table. The smile that spreads across his face overjoys you, and it only takes him a few steps before he’s sitting down with you. 

“Hi.” 

A small giggle.

“Hi.”

His smile doesn’t go away as he stares at you. He finally asks, “Where’s Cere and Greez?” For a moment, you forget where they went yourself. His green eyes had entranced you, and your brain hadn’t caught up to what was happening. It took him waving his hand in your face for you to return. 

“Sorry, what?”

He lets out a loud laugh. Oh, Maker. His laugh. How wonderful. If you could hear his true laugh for the rest of your life you would die happy. 

“I asked you where Cere and Greez went.” You smiled at the fact it was such a simple question that had you stumped. “Oh, they went out to the market. Something about supplies for the holiday feast? I’m not sure though.”

He nods his head in understanding then goes to stand. You notice he’s about to head back towards his room, and almost let your opportunity slip away. Right as he got past the doorway, where the mistletoe hangs, you call his name.

He turns to look at you, and when he does, he finally notices the hanging plant. His eyes slowly break away to look into yours, and for a second you are extremely nervous. What if he didn’t want to kiss you? What if he doesn’t even like you? Why would you pressure someone into this, that’s weird and creepy and-

Your thoughts are broken when you hear him chuckle. You refocus on his face and notice he’s still staring at you. Chewing your lip, you say to him, “if you don’t want to… kiss… then we can just hug or something.” stealing a glance at him has you derailing again, “actually we don’t have to do anything with the stupid tradition if you aren’t comfortable. We can forget this happened and just-”

Before you can continue your spiral of words and awkwardness, he’s stepping forward and cupping your face. Instantly, your heart stops and your breathing quickens. He whispers a quick, “tell me to stop if you don’t want this.” before he’s slowly leaning in to press his lips to yours. 

It’s a quick, rushed kiss. He’s pulling back way too fast, and so you grab his face and bring him back in. This time he kisses you like he has all the time in the world. He’s gentle, and his lips are a bit chapped but so soft at the same time. He tastes like the sweet berries he had for a snack earlier, and it’s the best kiss you’ve ever had. 

Pulling apart is a lot harder than it would seem. You just want to stay that close to him forever now, but time won’t allow it. After catching your breath, you start to smile. Then laugh. Soon, the both of you are a giggling happy mess trying to understand what just happened. 

He looks at you, then says, “I have been wanting to kiss you since we met.”

You laugh at that and say, “I’ve been wanting to kiss you since a few months ago.”

He pulls you into a hug, where you rest your head against his neck, and he does the same. 

There’s commotion outside which makes you two pull apart. Cere is the first to walk into the ship, and seeing you two so close to each other still makes her smile. Greez walks in just a few seconds later, clambering on about how “the market didn’t have anything fresh” and how “it would’ve made the whole ship stink” if he tried to make a feast out of it. 

While that made you smile and laugh, the best holiday gift you could ask for was the Jedi who was reaching to hold your hand. 

[cacoetheswriting]

library hours

Pairing: Spencer Reid x gn!Reader Warnings: maybe a swear word or two, really just FLUFF ft. baby spence Word Count: 1.3k Summary: A late night at a university library leads to reader meeting a tall brunette genius. [fyi i wrote a reimagined version with professor reid x reader. you can read it here]

A/N: dedicated to the amazing @ellesgreenaway​ for inspiring this little fic & giving it a title!!  ❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️

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There was something you always enjoyed about the going to the library.

Perhaps it was the way every single person that walked through the threshold had a purpose. A mission to complete. Perhaps it was the quiet. The solace you felt sitting alone in a corner researching various topics, for class and for recreational purposes.

The university library had quickly become your second home. A location you frequented more than your own dorm room. It wasn’t always to study, no. You people watched. Doodled. Even napped there from time to time. The place brought you peace, and by the time you senior year rolled around, you saw the librarians more than your college friends.

The university library was also the place where you first met a certain young brunette genius - which in time became the main reason why you liked it so much.

Lights were slowly being turned off section by section. A vacuum came to life in one of the aisles. People started to scramble from their seats - shoving their things into their backpacks, throwing out empty coffee cups into the overflowing bins, checking out books they might still use that evening.

All signs indicating it was time to go.

Dolly, one of the librarians, ushered towards you. Her jacket draped over her shoulders, her bag in hand. She gave you the usual spiel of how you can stay until the janitor is finished cleaning, to which you politely nodded along. She wished you a pleasant night, and with a “see you tomorrow” she hurried out the door.

Once she was out of sight, you groaned under your breath and ran your fingers through your hair. You had an assignment due tomorrow, one you started hours ago and only managed to formulate three total sentences. Your gut was telling you there was no way you were going to finish now, especially since you had about thirty minutes until you would have to leave.

Leaning back in your chair, you fluttered your eyes closed in an attempt to collect your thoughts. The tranquil feeling didn't last long as you were abruptly brought back to reality by a loud bang. You quickly sat back up and scanned the space for the source of the noise.

A tall brunette man, not much older than you, stood a few tables away, a heavy looking book at his feet and a shameful look spread across his features.

“The library is closed for the night.” You stated. The brunette scrunched his nose briefly. “B-but you’re here.” He remarked before leaning down to pick up the book he dropped.

“I have permission to be here.”

“What if I do too?” He challenged, taking a step towards you although still keeping a safe distance.

You folded your arms across your chest and arched a brow. “Well, do you?”

The brunette didn't respond. Instead, you noticed how his cheeks flushed a shade of red, how he clutched the book to his chest, and how his fingers tightened around the strap of his bag.

You couldn't help but smirk as you let your arms fall back down to your side.

“I’m just kidding. Come on, join me.” You said, pointing to to the chair across the table from you. “We have about twenty-five minutes before we get kicked out, might as well make the most of it.”

He hesitated for a split second, hovering in his spot. It wasn't until you turned your attention completely away from him, and back to the book in front of you, that he made his move.

“You’re not some sort of killer, are you? You’re not here to murder me?” You asked, looking up as he sat down. His eyes widened and he quickly shook his head in response. “Ehm... N-no.”

“That wasn't a very reassuring no, but I guess I’ll take it.” You nudged in response, and proceeded to work away on your assignment. As you worked, you could feel his eyes burning into you.

In any other situation, with any other stranger, the feeling would have made you uncomfortable. But there was something about the timid stranger that was quite welcoming.

“I-I actually, uhm, I profile serial killers. I help catch them.” He said after a moment of silence. Once again, you glanced up from your notes to look at him. Intrigue greeting your facial features. “I just started with the FBI.” He stated.

It wasn't a brag. No. It was a statement to make you feel more safe, and you couldn't help but smile at him. “So, mister FBI, what are you doing in a university library on a Thursday night?”

“Doctor.” He corrected.

“What?”

“Doctor FBI.” He said, corners of his lips twitching upwards. “I have PhDs in Mathematics, Chemistry, and Engineering.” Now, that was a brag.

You chuckled softly. “You don't happen to have a PhD in History under your belt, do you? Because that would be very helpful right about now.”

“No, but I do have an eidetic memory and can read twenty-thousand words per minute.” He declared. You stared at him in disbelief, your mouth parting ever so slightly in shock.

“Did they make you in a lab or something?” You teased, although you could tell he didn't find it amusing. He furrowed his brows, lips pursed into thin line. You chewed down on your bottom lip, feeling slightly ashamed for poking fun at the guy who was nothing but be nice to you. “I’m sorry.” You mumbled faintly. “That was rude.”

“It’s okay.” He quickly reassured, and shot you a timid smile. The two of you stared silently at one another. There was something amicable about the seconds that passed as you looked into his hazel eyes. Something harmonious. Friendly. Strong.

You cleared your throat. “There uhm, there’s this dinner not far from here. It’s twenty-four hours so they won't kick us out. Would you like to come with me? We can share a pie. I mean, if you’re into that. Or, or we can just have coffee-”

“Y-yes, I would love to.” The young doctor answered all too quickly causing you to grin at him.

Soon enough you were both packed up and up on your feet, heading towards the library exit.

There wasn’t a cloud in the sky making the million stars shine all that brighter. They looked like perfect sugar granules spilled on a dark surface, accompanied by the glowing moonlight. Breathtaking.

Street lamps glittered ahead, illuminating the streets. The two of you walked side by side, almost in sync.

“Does that big brain of yours possess information on Roman gods?” You asked while nonchalantly hopping up on the curb. You spread out your arms like a tightrope walker, and with one foot carefully placed in front of the other you continued your journey.

The wind blew lightly through your hair, your brunette companion observing quietly. A smile creeping up on his lips. “Because if you do, I might ask for your help with an assignment.” You glanced at him briefly.

“I-I do actually, ehm. The... The Ancient Romans were extremely religious, and believed their success was due to their strong beliefs. They believed that if you maintained a good relationship with the gods, they would be kind to you.” He briskly cleared his throat. “There were twelve Olympian Gods in total. Jupiter, Juno, Mars, Mercury, Neptune, Venus, Apollo, Diana, Minerva, Ceres, Vulcan, and Vesta...”

You let out a soft kindhearted laugh. “Okay doctor FBI, slow down. Wait until we get to the diner so I can really appreciate your genius.”

He blushed, feeling thankful that the darkness around prevented you from seeing. “It’s Spencer. My name, uhm, my name is Spencer.”

You stopped in your tracks and elegantly hopped off the curb. Spencer turned in his spot so that he was now facing you completely, only an arms reach away.

“Spencer...” You tested the name on your tongue, a smile embellishing your features. “It suits you.” You retorted before proceeding to introduce yourself, “I’m Y/N. It’s nice to meet you, Spencer.”

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masterlist

spencer reid taglist: @no-honey-no​, @calm-and-doctor​, @idroppedmygourd​​, @averyhotchner, @wowitsel, @elldell1204, @hey-there-angels, @reidabookforonce, @ellesgreenaway