#moof musings

[sketchymoof]

so while waiting for the new game i got inspired to pick up my old save of fantasy life and power level my way through all the remaining Lives and while working my way through Alchemist i thought it would be cool to have an in-universe handbook describing all the plants and ingredients and stuff (because i kept forgetting how to obtain a bunch of them and had to use the wiki)

so here's the first page from The Alchemist's Almanac

i might make it a full in-universe guide on the Alchemist life if i ever find the motivation, and if that goes well then maybe i'll make one for all the other Lives too

[puppy-the-mask]

Post-Story GitM

Caner- *heavy sigh* Drie, have you seen Luna?

Drie- No, why?

C- She isn’t in her room, I think she ported out again

D- She’s a teen, not to mention a teen that can teleport, what do you expect?

C- For her to be asleep and not sky knows where on a school night

Kal- She’s In Gamma C63x playing cards with some former charges

D- How do you know that?

C- And why aren’t you asleep either?

K- :/

Ari- Better question, when did you get here?

D- Oh, yeah. That too

C- *facepalms*

[gaslightgatekeepgodot]

i go into the kitchen at 8pm to make myself some tomato and mascarpone pasta like the cryptid i am and i find a fellow awkward cryptid Also making dinner at 8pm

[comiiical]

Hello loves, I am here. And I am only aware of 2 replies (notifications mess) for @voluptuary so if you want a reply that I owe you tell me? I am not going to be too picky today? But I am also not going to embark myself in several stuff at once because food and other stuff will keep me away. Nevertheless, Derek, Tanner, Keith, Peter (Parker) and Mel (i.e. my Tom Holland muses), Crowley, Gordon, Harry, Julen, Florent, and the Francois Arnaud muse I am about to add, alongside Stephen, Preston, Allen and my usuals, are very much my first intention? Steve is still loud but in the mood for Bucky and Tony. Bucky and Buck are loud but in the moof for their respective herioc idiots, including clint in the mix of Bucky (also for Steve tbh). And Clint is also loud? In general? Also Alexi? And I don’t know. So yeah. If you may want someone I haven’t mention and want to know if I want to (or can) write them, just ask. 

[queen-scribbles]

On the Bright Side

Started as a “leaping hug” prompt fill for @storyknitter, got way way WAY out of hand. Oops. Set during Dantooine Incursion, with Tel as Outlander

--

A blaster bolt zipped by her head, and Silver yelped instinctively as she ducked back behind cover. “Kriffin’ pirates,” she growled, both hands white-knuckle tight around the grip of her blaster.

“Look on the bright side, Sil,” Corso said, hunching both of them down further as the next shot gouged out flakes of the boulder protecting them.

“What bright side?!” Silver huffed loose wisps of hair out of her eyes and released one hand’s death grip on Sparkles to free a thermal grenade from its belt clip.

“We left the girls with your parents, so there’s no way Brynna’ll see the mess these nerf-brains made of Aves’ place.”

If there was a bright side to be found in being caught flat-footed by a Nova Blades incursion, their daughters being half a galaxy away was probably it. She did have to give him that. “Hope Aves got all the kids out.”

“‘M sure he did.” Corso started to peek around the boulder and jerked back as another blaster bolt skimmed past. “He’s resourceful an’ determined, which you’ve proved a dozen times over is more’n enough.”

“Hopefully it’ll be enough to handle this moof-milker,” she muttered as she thumbed the grenade active. “Split around the rock and hit him from both sides.”

He nodded. ”Got it.”

Silver tossed the grenade in the general direction of the Nova Blade currently proving a hassle and curved around the boulder, Sparkles already tracking for her target.

The pirate was caught off-guard and didn’t stand a chance against the firepower aimed his direction. He crumpled like wet flimsiplast.

Silver slid Sparkles back in the holster and gave a grimly vindictive nod toward the sprawled corpse. “That took long enough. You alright?”

Corso nodded, rubbing his forearm. “Just a graze. Barely even stings.”

She shot him a skeptical look. Even from here she could tell it had burned through both bracer and armor to leave a red welt against his skin. “Lemme see anyway.”

He held out his arm and Silver curled one hand under it for support while the other tugged out a bacta patch. He’d been right; it was just a graze, but with the state Dantooine was in she’d rather keep everything patched up. Not just the big stuff.

“Hey, Sil,” Corso began, eyes sweeping the chaos that had overtaken the planet they considered a second home. “I get the feelin’ we’re doin’ a stalk in the haystack’s worth of difference out here by ourselves...”

“And?” She slapped the bacta patch on perhaps a tad more forcefully than she’d meant to. “Angel’s engines, Corso, I’m not gonna just let them-”

“I’m not suggestin’ we ‘just let them’,” he cut her off, letting his patched up arm drop back to his side and flashing a grateful smile. “Ain’t far to the Republic garrison, we might do more damage seein’ if they have anything we can help with.”

“Oh. Good idea.” Silver tucked the bacta patch wrapper back in the pouch.

Corso grinned and tweaked the end of her ponytail. “I do have ‘em every once in a while.”

She rolled her eyes, pushing up on the balls of her feet to kiss his cheek.  “More frequently than that. Don’t sell yourself short.”

“If you say so, Captain,” he said playfully. “We headin’ for the garrison, then?”

She heaved a sigh. “Guess we might as well.”

“A ringin’ endorsement,” he snorted.

Silver punched his shoulder. “We should prob’ly be sneaky about it, so we ain’t all worn out b’fore we even get there.”

Corso tugged her in to kiss her forehead. “Good idea.”

Stealth generators on, the slipped around pirate encampments, bands of pillaging Imperials, and all the war-torn damage that had been inflicted on the formerly serene planet. Dodging threats and finding new routes made what should have been a ten minute journey take nearly four times as long, but they made it. Silver had to assuage the entrance guards as their blasters tracked to these new arrivals before they were allowed in.

“Who’s in charge?” she asked the guard captain.

“That would be Major Vindo, but she’s too busy for visitors,” the grey-skinned twi’lek said in a weary monotone that hinted he’d given this speech enough times to be sick of it. “The Republic is doing its best to recover the planet as intact as possible-”

“We’re not here to complain,” she cut him off, crossing her arms and nodding toward Corso. “We wanna help. We got experience,” she hastened on as the twi’lek’s brow furrowed and he opened his mouth to (likely) decline civilian help. “I worked as a privateer for a while, teamed up with a Jedi Master’n everything. Took down the Voidwolf?”

At that last hint, the guard’s darkening expression reversed course in a heartbeat. “You’re the Voidhound?”

Silver nodded. She didn’t like throwing around her accomplishments--especially not one that started with being played for a sucker--but it did come in handy sometimes. “Don’t much care for the title, but yeah.”

“As I said, sir-ma’am, Major Vindo is busy, but I’m sure one of the other officers will have something you could do to assist,” he suggested, grip shifting on his rifle.

Not wanting to distract him any longer, Silver took the hint in turn. She tugged Corso’s arm to pull him after her further onto the base proper. It was buzzing with more activity than a kicked wasps’ nest, and while there were plenty of soldiers to be seen, all of them looked overwhelmed and occupied. Finally, though, she spotted a Mirialan with lieutenants stripes who looked less busy than the rest.

“’Scuse me,” she called, heading in his direction, Corso still trailing a step or two behind her. “Privateers Silver and Corso Riggs reportin’, Lieutenant...”

“Jorin,” he supplied brusquely, glancing up from his datapad. “And, no offense, but exactly what good do you see privateers being in a ground battle?”

“We’re damn good shots and resourceful as hell.” Silver shot back. “Also, willin’ to do whatever y’need.”

“Well, we are putting together a team to take back or destroy a stolen walker....” Jorin mused. “So you’re good in a fight, huh?”

She shrugged. “Comes with the line of work. Shootout, close-quarters, we can do either.”

“I’m sure we can find something for you to do, in that case.” He actually cracked a smile. “If you want to help, the team going after the walker is meeting in the barracks just over there.”

Silver looked in the direction he pointed and gave a nod. “Got it. C’mon, Corso.”

The two of them dodged rushing soldiers and frantic civilians both as they made their way to the indicated building. There was an air of... desperation to it all, scrambling to catch up in a fight that had opened with a sucker punch. It made her chest ache, to see a planet that held so many good memories for her family turned to this by thieving opportunistic pirate scum-guzzlers. Corso must’ve sensed her turmoil, because he reached for her hand and gave it a squeeze. Silver flashed him a grateful smile as they reached the building and stepped inside.

--

The walker recovery team, which proved to be all military personnel except for them, was almost finished their briefing when the team leader’s comlink warbled. She gestured for them to pipe down as she slipped it from her belt and thumbed it on. “Jaiza.”

She’d stepped far enough away by now Silver couldn’t eavesdrop without being obvious, but the general tone was not one of good news. Caraya’s moons, how can this get any worse?

Captain Jaiza looked grim as she returned to the holotable. “It appears the pirates are massing to attack the base itself. It’s now even more imperative we get that walker out of their hands one way or another, and fast.”

“They’re actually going to attack the base, sir?” one of the other soldiers piped up incredulously. “Are they crazy?”

“Perhaps,” Jaiza returned levelly, but Silver could see the concern lurking in her eyes. “Perhaps they’re testing us, or just trying to inflict as much damage as possible.”

“Great, that’s just what the medcenter needs,” the zabrak sitting near the door groused. “They’re already barely keeping up, let’s give them more people to take care of...”

Corso nudged Silver’s shoulder as Jaiza pressed on with the mission details and she grimaced as she nudged back. She knew what he was thinking. Part of her even agreed with him. But that was a conversation for after this meeting.

Sure enough, soon as Jaiza finished running through the completed plan--in which Silver and Corso were largely just extra bodies--Corso dragged Silver out the door and around the corner so they could have a semi-private conversation.

“Corso, I know what you’re gonna say,” Silver began, crossing her arms.

He said it anyway. “You should stay to help.”

“And, what, you still go?” Her fingers dug into her arms at the thought of them splitting up. She didn’t trust other people with watching his back.

“Even if i’m just extra muscle, I can still help, Sil,” Corso pointed out.

“Well, then be extra muscle here.” Silver ran one hand down her ponytail and tugged on the end agitatedly. “I’m sure they’ll need it, too, an’ that way we can have each other’s backs.”

“Yeah, uh, I was thinkin’ about that...” the words trailed off as he fidgeted with his blaster grip, picking at dents Torchy had picked up over the course of today.

She narrowed her eyes. “why do I get the feelin’ I’m not gonna like these thoughts?”

“‘Cause they’re driftin’ in the direction of feelin’ one of us should stay here so there’s better odds the girls get at least one of us back.”

The tangle of emotions hit her with all the force of a runaway airspeeder, and Silver instinctively reached for his hands. “Corso-”

“Not sayin’ I think it’s a suicide run or nothin’,” Corso cut her off. “Just dangerous, like here will be if they attack. We’re good with dangerous, but we gotta think about Talia and Brynna, too.”

“Well, then, you stay here as muscle an’ I’ll go,” she countered. “If it’s that dangerous, they’re gonna need a medic.”

“They got one.” He nodded toward the dark-furred cathar just exiting the barracks. “An’ I think the base’ll need your help more.”

To her dismay, Silver couldn’t think of any other arguments. Oh, she was sure there were more, there had to be. But with her heart beating fast and unease settling in her gut, they eluded her. So she swallowed hard and reluctantly nodded. “You win.”

Corso leaned in to rest his forehead against hers, calloused fingers gently rubbing her hands. “I’m sure we’ll both be fine, Sil, but you know the sayin’.”

“Better safe than sorry,” she muttered, leaning into the contact with him. “Never been fond of playin’ it safe.”

“Part of why I love ya.” He let go of her hands to rub her arms comfortingly instead. “But we got kids now, darlin’. Sometimes we gotta play it safe for them.”

“I know,” Silver groaned. She curved her hands against either side of his jaw and pulled him in for a kiss. He reciprocated, humming softly, which made her grin.  “That means you gotta play it safe, too, farm boy.” Her thumb rubbed over his cheek, memorizing afresh scars and other details she already knew by heart.  “And don’t die.”

“Aw, Captain,” Corso winked playfully and kissed her forehead. “I’m too pretty to die.”

She laughed at that, smiled as they disengaged and he left with the recovery team, but couldn’t completely bury the nagging thought, no matter how hard she tried.

Famous last words...

--

The medcenter proved easy to find, and just as desperately busy as had been insinuated. Silver had a moment where she genuinely thought the chief doctor was going to hug her or burst into tears of gratitude (maybe both) when she informed her she was here to help.

After a few rapid fire questions to determine if she had any particular strong suits when it came to healing(no), was squeamish about anything(also no), and if she could keep her cool under pressure(yes), the doctor assigned Silver to help with emergency intake. That proved to be mostly wounded soldiers, with the occasional civilian who hadn’t cleared out of their own property fast enough for the Nova Blades. Between the two, she was soon so busy she didn’t have time to think, let alone worry. After all, there were other teams and groups of soldiers out of there fighting the Blades; it wasn’t as if the entire pirate army was gonna come down like a grav-hammer on one five-person team after a stolen walker. Right?

The soldier on the bed in front of her moaned as the kolto injection she’d administered kicked in and Silver hastily yet gently wrapped medseal around his badly burned arm. It wasn’t pretty, but it would protect the injury until a doctor could treat it properly. Her job wasn’t to be pretty or thorough; it was to get bleeding stopped, wounds bandaged, infection stymied.

And the wounded never stopped coming. She could see why the idea of a direct attack was an unpleasant one. There was enough to keep the medcenter full and busy for weeks as things stood. They’d wind up swamped if there was an actual attack.

There was, and they did. It made Silver feel extra guilty raising her hand when a frazzled cathar with sergeant’s rank marks stepped in and asked if anyone had combat medic experience. At least she was the only one; most of the doctors here were civilians, owing to Dantooine’s formerly peaceful status. She grabbed a field medic kit and followed the sergeant out, flashing an apologetic smile to the head doctor as they passed.

“Am I rovin’ or stayin’ put?” Silver asked. There were multiple entrances to the base, and she couldn’t see the pirates focusing entirely on just one.

“The main gate’s covered,” the cathar replied. “You’ll be at the north entrance, where there’s the second heaviest enemy concentration, but we may pull you if needed elsewhere.”

“Got it,” Silver nodded, distracted by the sunset hues to tinge the sky. Had it really been that long?

The sergeant escorted her past the gate guards, the cacophony of battle rising as they stepped out of the garrison, and gestured to the forward defensive position, fanned out maybe a dozen meters outside the gate. “Stabilize, signal, move on to the next one,” she said, pressing a comlink into Silver’s hand. “The red button on the side marks coordinates, all you have to do is press it.”

“Simple enough.” Silver flinched as a laser bolt sizzle by, a tad too close given the distance.

“Good.” The sergeant clapped her on the shoulder--”Be safe”--and headed back into the fort.

Safe is relative, Silver thought snarkily as she flipped her stealth field generator on and beelined for the nearest wounded soldier. Even cloaked, the enemy fire came uncomfortably close.

On the bright side, at least the adrenaline and challenge would keep her from worrying about Corso.

--

The Nova Blades’ first assault was driven off in under an hour, as the orangey-purple of a sunset sky faded into the inky indigo of night. And Corso still wasn’t back yet. His team wasn’t the only one; nearly half the Republic’s squads out in the field had yet to return. 

At least the respite from open conflict had allowed the medical staff to more or less catch up. Even that, while great for the beleaguered garrison, meant Silver didn’t have anything to distract her from worrying about Corso. And by this point, it was worry. She had every faith in his skill, and the soldiers’ skill, but this felt like too long for a straight-forward search and recover, even moreso if they’d opted to destroy the walker to get it out of pirates’ hand. There’d been no reports of the Nova Blades using the walker during their assault, which was a good sign, but she still didn’t like that no one had so much as checked in since they left. Radio silence was one of the most nerve-wracking things in the galaxy under the right(wrong) conditions, and she felt like she was sitting in the sweet spot for exactly that.

So she paced as the hours stretched on, bit her nails down to the quick, and played with her ring, ragged thumbnail dragging back and forth over the inset purple stone. A few of the field teams trickled back in, using the night to sneak past roving pirates. But Jaiza’s team wasn’t one of them. A couple returning soldiers bore reports of units killed to a man. Jaiza’s team wasn’t one of those, either.

Blast it, Corso, where are you?! she worried as they crept through the back half of the fifth hour since he’d left.

Footsteps sounded behind her and she whirled, tensed with anticipation-

-It wasn’t him. She hadn’t truly expected it to be, but it was still a let down to find Lieutenant Jorin instead.

“Easy, Captain,” Jorin chuckled, holding out one hand in a placating gesture. ”Battle’s done, at least for the night.”

Silver’s shoulders slumped briefly before she crossed her arms. “Maybe so, but my husband’s still out there. How the hell does it take this long to blow up a damn walker?!”

“I’m sure you’re aware from experience that pirates are an unpredictable lot,” Jorin said dryly. “The walker might’ve been moved, they might’ve needed to find an alternate route there or back. Especially if they recovered the walker instead of destroying it. Maybe they needed to hit additional targets because we were under-garrisoned for something like this to begin with, and got hit pretty blasted hard today.”

“Why dontcha ask for help?” she pointed out, leaning against the wall of the command center so she could keep an eye on the main base entrance.

“We did. The Republic’s sending more men and supplies, but with the renewed war, it probably isn’t much.”

“What about the Alliance?” Silver suggested. “Their commander’s a pretty staunch patriot.”

Jorin arched a brow. “You sound like you know him.”

“My brother,” she said with a nod.

He snorted. “Well, we haven’t exactly been hiding how things stand here, Captain. It’s all over the HoloNet, we’ve sent out open calls for aid. Your brother would have to be under a rock in the back corner of the galaxy to not hear something. If the Alliance was going to help, they’d be here by now.”

“Well-” Silver’s defensive protest(no way Tel wouldn’t help the Republic) died in her throat heard the entrance guards challenge an approaching group. Hope rose, then faded when it proved to be a group of farmers who’d waited for the cover of night to sneak around the pirates. A risky move, but she could see the appeal, and it had paid off. Still meant she had to wait and worry longer, and by the time things had quieted it would’ve felt awkward to press the conversation with Jorin, so the waiting happened without anything to really distract her. The lieutenant worked on his datapad, leaving her to stand with arms crossed tight across her chest and fingers anxiously picking at her sleeve as she waited. This is why I frangin’ hate splittin’ up-

“Hey, pretty lady, you look like you’re waitin’ on someone,” a familiar voice drawled behind her.

Already grinning, Silver wheeled--”Corso!”--and lunged toward him. She crashed into him with enough force he stumbled back a step before catching his balance, her arms wrapping around his neck almost tight enough to strangle. He was laughing as he hugged her back, arms warm and solid around her waist.

Silver loosened her grip ever so slightly and buried her face against the side of his neck. “Anybody else’d get clocked for that line, Riggs,” she mumbled.

Corso chuckled and rubbed her back. “Lucky me, bein’ the exception.”

She half-heartedly smacked the back of his head. “That’s for worryin’ me, though.”

He grinned sheepishly. “Sorry, darlin’,”

“One would think you two had been apart for six years instead of six hours,” Lieutenant Jorin commented dryly. “Did you recover the walker?”

“Yessir,” Corso answered over Silver’s shoulder, his arms still firmly and unapologetically around her waist. “Jaiza’s overseein’ the recovery check. Figured I’d wanna find my wife.” He tweaked Silver’s ponytail. “She wasn’t wrong.”

“Is that why it took so damn long for you to get back?” Silver demanded as Jorin hurried off toward walker maintenance, finally loosening her grip.

“Yeah, walkers only move so fast.” He leaned in to kiss her temple. “An’ we hit a few extra targets on the way back, once we had the firepower. Started runnin’ twitchy so Myri didn’t push it on the way back. That’s how come the maintenance check.”

“Alright, an’ howdja sneak up on me?”

“There’s more’n one entrance, walker bay’s by the south gate, an’ I didn’t feel like circlin’ a quarter of the base to come in the front door.” He smirked. “Ain’t my fault you were distracted.”

“I was worryin’ about you.” Silver reminded him. “So it sorta was.”

“I stand corrected,” Corso laughed. “And real tired. Whaddya say we go get some shut-eye ‘fore we gotta deal with whatever tomorrow throws at us?”

“Sounds good,” she agreed, tugging him in for a kiss before they set off to find a place to sleep, Corso’s arm settled around her shoulder and Silver’s hand in his back pocket.

Corso was right; they could deal with tomorrow’s problems tomorrow. Right now, worries assuaged and the day’s adrenaline quickly fading, Silver felt as tired as he looked. Sleep definitely sounded good--sounded like heaven--right about now.

They wound up crowded in a corner, sharing a cot clearly meant for one person. On the bright side, it was a durasteel-clad excuse to snuggle close with her husband all night long. It was an extremely acceptable trade-off in Silver’s reckoning.

And from the smile on Corso’s face as he drifted off with her tucked close, he reckoned the same.

[heartxshaped-bruises]

"Hey Rhy, wanna carve a pumpkin with me?" ~ Alex

✧･ﾟ@ask-thedepressedkidatthetable

        ❛❛Halloween-moof caught up with you, huh? I have a lot to do, kiddo - besides New Year’s Eve, Halloween has the highest death rate. I never did that before anyway.❜❜ Rhydian looked at the pumpkin in Alex’s arms. Those things always looked nice with a little candle inside, didn’t they? ❛❛Maybe… I have 20 minutes left❜❜, he mused. It was unlikely that in the next 20 minutes nobody would die. But he was mostly responsible for drowning victims. So… maybe he was lucky.

[feebledetective]

☀☀☀☀☀☀☀☀- SoaringPilot-and-LittleWing

|| Flowers Are Nice || No longer Accepting ! ||

[ Oh wORM OKAY THAT’S A LOT BUT!! I’ll do my best to try to keep this as short as I can if I have to, and we’ll start with you, Icy! ]

@soaringpilot-and-littlewing

[ Icyy, you’re as cool as ice!

My pal, my dude- I love you! I honestly think your OC’s are amazing, especially with the backstory you told me through our DM’s. I didn’t think Shoichi’s backstory could be so. Angsty but- I honestly appreciate him more now that I know more about his backstory. Tomoyo too! I like how she gets along with people like Tanaka and Komaeda, possibly even Seiji in an AU of somesort but she’s p cute!!

I have seen a bit of your art and I wanna say it’s cute! It’s old-school, and nostalgic to me, which is really neato! Keep up the great work okay! I enjoy chatting with you whenever I get the energy and time to, you’re really nice and fun to chat with. The antics the siblings can go through with Shuichi is always a nice thing to talk about! You’re a great person, and you deserve a lot of good things to happen to you!

I want to thank you for understanding my situation when I wasn’t feeling too well about a ship. I appreciate that you listened to me and you were really considerate of it, not a lot of people actually do that and I honestly admire that of you.

I know your situation isn’t going well, but I hope for the best, I’m proud you made it this far and don’t give up okay! I’m here for you and I’ll do my best to support you if needed. Thanks for being part of my life, Icy! <3 ]

@subserviiient​

[ MCDONALD’S SNAKE- FOUND THIS ONE IN MY HAPPY MEAL!

Snake, I know we haven’t done a lot just yet, but you’ve?? Been so kind to me?? Listen you’re!! Really easy to approach, and you’re really funny honestly ! I’d love to get to know you more because you really do seem like a nice and fun pal! A grimace stan too!

I can never ever stop my McDonalds joke with you and I’m really sorry in advance if it gets old- I can stop if you want kjHNMK

I may not know a lot about Ensemble Stars, but I really like your portrayal of her. Let her mom Shuichi because he needs a mom…Whether it’s in his normal verse of Idol AU- I love the things you write about her too and she does make me laugh from time to time!

Honestly, you make me laugh, I’m so glad that we got to talk at some point and I’d love to get to know you more! So far you made me combust from the sweet things you said and I’ll die one day. 

Keep up the great work and thanks for everything, Snake! We got Grimace to thank for our friendship~ ] 

@pressmyluck​

[ Okay, I know you’re likely not going to see this now but I hope one day you’ll see this. I know your situation right now is probably not good, especially since I haven’t heard from you in a while but I am hoping you’re safe and okay because you really do deserve it!

You’re a sweet angel, you’ve supported me throughout the summer and so forth, and you made me learn a few things about myself? Honestly, I think my summer would have been a bit boring without you. I know I met lots of people but you!! You made it fun for me! We made lots of memes together, we supported each other, we talked about Seiji and Ko and just- Fun stuff! I love you!!

Your writing is amazing, this goes for all of your muses. Whether it’s Ko, Hinata, Yoosung…It’s clear that you care for them a lot! I want you to remember that roleplaying is a hobby, if people don’t like your portrayal, they’re a lost for cause. Don’t push yourself a lot, you’re good okay!!

I swear to God if I could I would have given you the biggest hug because you deserve it! Please don’t be hard on yourself for not talking to me, I promise you’re good!! I fully understand your situation and I don’t want to drain you. 

Thank you so much for everything, you precious cinnamon roll, I really hope things are going to be okay on your end and I can’t wait to hear from you again! Take care and stay safe~ ]

@rollingsnowsmasher​

[ Who is this cinnamon roll. 

Becky, please have a seat. You’re?? So nice?? Excuse mE- But for real, you have really helped my mood at some point and seeing your art is really cute. I love it! They really inspire me to try to draw, even if they’re just sketches! I may not know a whole lot of your muse’s fandom but I…I love the child…SHU-BRO IS NICE A AA,,,

Also, I know we only just started talking about this but. Do you wanna know the lvl of excitement I felt when I found out you like/know of one of my special interests- lISTEN YOU AND I ARE GONNA HAVE LOTS OF SILENT HILL TALKS OKAY…I GOT SO HAPPY WHEN I FOUND OUT YOU ALSO ROLEPLAY AS HEATHER!! A AAA YOU ARE A BLESSING TO THIS EARTH- You also know of LISA the Painful I think and I’m just. Combustion. You are a veteran if you played that game, you have my utmost respects- 

You’re such a sweetheart though, for real, you are so nice and I don’t know how or what I did to have someone like you come to my life?? lISTEN I MELTED WHEN YOU SAID YOU WANTED TO HUG ME,,,,SWEETHEART,,,, I’ll send you lots of hugs okay!! 

Beck, you’re wonderful and you are loved plus a huge blessing in planet earth, I don’t want you to ever forget that. It’s a huge pleasure to have you in my life and I’d love to get to know you more and do more with you! ]

@fvkasc​

[ hello new phone, who’s this stinku?

kJHBNSJ I KID I KID BUT- FUKASHAY!! FUKASHE!! I LOVE YOOU, YA MOOF!! This is where I don’t know if I should be serious or be fooling around but I’ll be doing both for the sake of this meme child. 

I LOVE WRITING WITH YOU….IT’S NICE….Honestly I can’t wait to write with you again and you’re getting me midly motivated to try out Hatsune Miku/Calne Ca but I’m too much of a wuss to make a blog for them so they’re exclusively private but ah. 

You’re such a sweetheart though, you made me laugh numerous times and all of the jokes we have together are honestly wild and I LOVE….. You’re a great pal, and I’m really happy to have you around! Love you so much, you egg! ]

@omghoshii​

[ Hey hey, you you, wanna ship 10 boxes at my home-

Bepsi, Bepis, Bep- You’re great! Like, holy hell I feel bad for being dead silent again because I genuinely appreciate your support and your kindness, and I want to apologize about that first. Secondly, have I ever told you that I love your Ryoma? 

It’s nice to finally find someone who also loves and appreciates Ryoma…He’S A GOOD BOI AND DESERVES SO MUCH!! Seeing him happy/feeling okay in our threads are so nice and sweet like you don’t even know how many times I smiled whenever I see him having a nice time!! He deserves a lot!! I can hear his voice in my head when readin the dialogs and you’re doing an excellent job roleplaying him. I love reading your stuff and your writing is- :insert okay hand emoji: :insert 100 emoji:

As mentioned above, I love your support and kindness. I enjoyed chatting with you and I stated this 1000000 times now but I love your hUMOR KAJSHD– I also love your art too!! It’s really cute and unique!! Would love to do more with you and I hope you’re having a proper sleeping schedule. Because I swear sometimes you would sleep when it’s 1-3PM or 11PM I– I think once I saw you went to bed at 10AM??? I COULD BE WRONG THO DON’T TAKE MY WORD FOR IT BUT- SLEEP……

I love ya, dude! ]  

@liersymphcny​​

[ Ichiii you’re gR8-! 

We don’t have lots of threads going on and we haven’t spoke a whole lot as of recently but you’re great and I appreciate you! I love the dedication you put with your muses like- god damn that’s a lot of them how do you manage man– They’re all really good, and don’t think for a moment that your portrayal isn’t good because it iS!! IT IS AND THAT’S WHY I WANNA ROLEPLAY WITH YOU!

Your edits are also rEAL gud!! I love seeing them so keep up the excellent work okay!! You’re a really sweet and fun friend too, I enjoy chatting with you and I hope you’re doing well, hang in there, pal! It’s real nice having you around and thank you so much for everything, Ich! ]

@its-all-in-the-cards​​

[ scree lENA!! MY CHILD!! 

We haven’t done a lot yet, but listen, your interpretation of Celeste and Junko are spot-on!! I love how well you write them, and sorry in advance that we don’t have lots of threads going on-?? I’d love to have our muses interact more even if I’m clueless when it comes to ideas but it’s always nice to see you!! 

Talking to you is also really nice, you’re thoughtful, you’re caring and you’re just a lovely person okay!! I saw your cosplays and I LOVE….15/10 LISTEN I- YOU’RE DOING A FASCINATING JOB KEEP IT UP OKAY!! 

I appreciate you, Lena! Thank you so much for the nice things you say and take care! It’s Love On Lena! ]

[im-no-jedi]

MLWTBB: Master and Commander

Part 11 of the “My Life With The Bad Batch” series, a (mostly) canon compliant self-insert story set in “The Bad Batch”  

rated: T warnings: descriptions of food and eating, implied self-harm, gun violence relationships: Hunter/self-insert, Omega & self-insert (adopted siblings), The Bad Batch & self-insert chapter word count: 1800+ words

✨MLWTBB masterlist✨

summary: when Hannah’s already hectic life becomes almost too much to bear, Master Gildish gifts her a new companion to help ease the burdens, as well as give Hannah a new friend to live with. however, the Bad Batch are not so thrilled with Hannah’s new robotic ally, which causes major tension in Hannah’s relationship with Echo and Hunter.

notes: I originally was going to have this chapter be much longer, but decided to split it up so this story would have an even numbered chapter count LOL. anyway, enjoy my self-loathing and disparity for the millionth time; I’m not sorry 😝

A/N: this story has not been proofread by anyone other than myself. so apologies for any uncaught errors 😬

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Chapter 10: Hopelessly Searching

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“Clank??” Hannah’s desperate tone rang through the musty streets of Ord Mantell City, calling out the name of her missing droid. Her lungs burned and her breaths were short and labored, both from frantically running around and pure panic. 

This wouldn’t have happened if she grabbed her bike before running out to look for him, she thought to herself. Then again, this wouldn’t have happened at all if she hadn’t left Clank alone in the parlor. And she wouldn’t have left Clank alone if it weren’t for what happened between her and the Clones.

“This is all their fault,” she angrily mused in her own head. Her brows furrowed into a deep scowl at the thought of what Echo and Hunter had said about him. It was still hard to believe they’d been so awful at all. What were they even thinking? 

Oh, that’s right, they weren’t thinking. 

Dumb, stupid, inconsiderate men incapable of empathy or understanding.

A long, harsh sigh left Hannah’s throat. She knew she was overreacting. But all things considered, it was understandable. Right?

Two speeder bikes suddenly went whizzing by, nearly knocking Hannah over. “Hey! Watch it, you Moof-milkers!!” Hannah savagely shouted at whoever was on the bikes. 

That was enough to get her back on track, although she was still definitely seething. Her voice continued to call out for Clank by name, and her eyes thoroughly scanned the streets for any sort of sign of him.

“Clank?? Clank, where are you??”

“Shut up!!” A voice suddenly shouted down aggravatingly from an upper window of one of the buildings.

“Make me!!” Hannah shouted back, equally aggravated. 

The person didn’t respond and simply slammed their window shut as Hannah stormed away from the building. The citizens of Ord Mantell were being as pleasant as always apparently…

By then, she was about to hit her limit and was just one more bad moment away from completely going ballistic. Her vision was starting to haze from how livid she was, and she swore she was starting to see red.

Dumb, stupid, irritating, frustrating, terrible, awful...

Hannah stopped in her tracks. It was becoming all too apparent that she was getting nowhere in her current situation. Staying mad wasn’t going to do any good, and it certainly wasn’t going to help her find Clank any faster. If anything, it was hindering her. She had to calm down, or she might never find him.

Fists clenched tight and eyes squeezed shut, Hannah built up all the frustration and rage she’d been harboring up until then, letting it boil inside of her like a volcano about to erupt. But instead of exploding, she released it all in one giant exhale, letting all the air drain from her lungs and expelling her bad feelings in a final rush of emotion. She took a deep inhale and blew it out again, then slowly opened her eyes. Her fists uncurled, and immediately, she began to feel the heat finally dispelling from her face.

She was calm. Calm enough, anyway.

“Alright, where are you, Clank?”

Head finally clear of her fury, Hannah began to plot the best course of action for her search. She was fairly certain Clank wouldn’t have tried going into any of the buildings out of his fear of the citizens, so sticking to the streets was still her best bet. The real problem was that she had no indication of where exactly he might have gone.

She then realized where exactly she was: the marketplace. More specifically, she was in the same place she’d been with Clank the day before, as the recognizable smell of Mantell Mix was almost impossible to ignore.

It was a long shot, but maybe someone around there had seen him. Anything was worth trying at that point.

Hannah briskly walked up to the Mantell Mix cart, nearly bumping into the person currently waiting for their order at the counter. “Excuse me?” she frantically called out to the person running the cart. It was the same Pantoran man from the day before, who she often saw working the cart.

“If you wanna order something, you gotta get in line,” the man responded without even turning to acknowledge her.

“Have you seen my droid recently?” Hannah asked, completely ignoring what he’d said. “I can’t find him.”

The man faced her to answer, “Droid? Oh yeah, that weird one with the cloak, right? Uhh, I might’a seen him over by the hat stall a little while ago, I think. Has that flat cone hat on his head, right?”

“Yes! You saw him at the hat stall?”

The man nodded in response, and Hannah quickly thanked him before rushing off in that direction. Thankfully, there was nobody there except the stall-owner, who was happy to let Hannah know about their interaction with Clank earlier. They made sure to let Hannah know how pleasant they thought Clank was, which overjoyed Hannah to hear, for multiple reasons. After getting pointed in the right direction, Hannah gratefully thanked the stall-owner for their help and ran off to continue her search.

Finally, she had something to work with. It wasn’t much, but she would take anything at that point.

The search continued uneventfully for some time. Another set of speeder bikes nearly ran her over again, but she didn’t let it get to her this time. However, when she dodged out of the way, she nearly tripped on something small and round. She looked down to see a toy ball rolling past her feet and stared at it in confusion.

“Sorry!” A shrill voice called out. Hannah turned and saw a young girl with a group of other children gathered off the side of the road. It was clear they were either poor or orphans solely from their clothes, and Hannah had a brief moment of melancholy at seeing them.

Despite her situation, Hannah took the time to pick up the ball and tossed it back to the girl, who caught it in her tiny arms. “Thanks!” The girl called out with a big grin on her face.

“Try to keep a better eye on that thing!” Hannah responded, the tiniest smile creeping onto her lips.

“Ok!” The girl shouted back, then promptly began tossing the ball around with her friends again. Hannah gave them one last reflective look before getting back to her search.

More time passed. By then, Hannah’s legs were beginning to burn from all the running around she’d been doing. Her chest also burned from all the running, along with continuing to call out for Clank as she ran. She also continued to get sneers and irritated responses from the locals from all her shouting, but she didn’t care.

Nothing she physically felt compared to the ache in her heart from losing her droid. How could she have been so careless? She should’ve known better than to leave him alone with the Clones. She shouldn’t have left him alone, period. It felt like she’d abandoned him. And for what? Her own selfish needs? Her emotions got the better of her and made her act out, just like it always did. And now she was paying the price for it.

Ironic considering that’s exactly what was happening again. Caught up in her own guilt and shame, unable to clearly see the truth of the matter. As if being so angry earlier wasn’t bad enough.

Tears began to form in Hannah’s eyes as she searched, which hindered her sight even more than before. Her breaths stuttered and her stride began to falter as her emotions once again began to overwhelm her.

What if she never was able to find Clank? What if something bad had happened to him? What if someone had taken him? What if someone had discovered what he was and ended him?

She was starting to lose hope.

Overcome with emotion, Hannah let the tears fall down her cheeks as she slowly fell to her knees in despair. What was the point in continuing? Clank was gone, most likely for good.

And it was all her fault.

Suddenly, something fuzzy tickled her hand, which immediately jolted her out of her thoughts. A small dark reddish-brown rodent-like creature scurried in front of her and looked up in her direction, nose twitching. Hannah hadn’t seen one of them up close before, but Tech had told her they were Mant-rats, a creature native to the planet. The sight of the little thing staring up curiously at her was strange enough to get her to realize what she was doing.

“I can’t keep doing this,” Hannah told herself as she wiped the tears from her cheeks. “I’ll never find Clank like this... I... I have to focus...”

Still on her knees, Hannah exhaled all the air in her lungs before taking a slow, deep breath. Her eyes slowly shut, and her face tilted to the sky. She kept her focus on her breathing, slow and steady, until she was back in a neutral state again. 

Oddly enough, despite the cloudiness of the sky, Hannah began to see light filtering in through her eyelids. It was warm and comforting, and she took a deep inhale. The normally musky air was surprisingly sweet. Her previously tensed up muscles felt relief akin only to the tenderest hugs she’d received from Omega.

Omega... oh, if only her precious little sister was actually there with her...

A small squeaking noise eased Hannah out of her meditative state, and her eyes slowly blinked open. The Mant-rat was still sitting in front of her, looking at her curiously. More squeaking was heard, and Hannah saw another Mant-rat emerge from the nearby alleyway. It crawled over to the other one and seemed to almost urge it to follow. The Mant-rat in front of Hannah twitched its nose again at her, then began hobbling off with the other back into the alley.

It was an odd circumstance to witness. Why was that rat looking at her like that?

Then Hannah noticed something as the rats made their way into the alley again. The hobbling one crawled over an indent in the ground that bared a strong resemblance to the shape of a robotic foot. And not far off from it was another indent of similar, but larger size. There was also some sort of dirty residue outlining both indents. Hannah’s eyes traced the ground and found other similar indents, going from the alley and out into the street again. Like something had walked out of it.

“Clank...”

Hannah quickly got to her feet and began following the trail of footprints down the street. She effortlessly navigated around anything that got in her way, keeping her eyes pinned to the trail. Any odd looks she received didn’t faze her one bit.

In her mind, she had already found him.

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[sketchymoof]

the next two (or i guess four) pages! it's fun coming up with a bit of lore for why some plants are found in certain places and others arent found at all but can still be bought

[poedameronstories]

Stay

Summary: Reader left both the Resistance base and the love of her life behind after a particularly terrifying mission. General Organa and fate work together to bring her back.

Word Count: 5,683

Pairing: Poe Dameron x reader

Warnings: Canon-divergent!!!, light cursing, angst, mentions of death, more angst, fluff, sugar, poe dameron’s super attractiveness

A/N: For the beautiful @carriefish-er​ and her writing challenge.I love her and I love Poe. *happy beeps* My prompt is bolded below. This is my first posted star wars fic so please be gentle!!?

“General.” You shifted on your feet uncomfortably and tried to think of a delicate way to let someone you respect know they are crazy.  “I’m…not so sure that would be in the best interest of the cause.”

There was a pause, a brief moment of silence and you tensed as you waited for her reaction. The two of you were standing on the landing above the hangar. No one below had noticed you yet, and you wanted to keep it that way.

Instead of a sharp retort, she rolled her eyes.

“Y/N,” she began, her dark gaze studying your face. “You mean to tell me that you aren’t dying to get back out there? Even after seeing all this?”

Your eyes followed her gesture to the hangar below. There were droids and ships and life forms from all corners of the galaxy scrambling to get ready for another fight. It was a familiar sight, though one you hadn’t seen in a long while.

A hangar was home for a pilot, as much as a ship…the energy buzzed through your veins, filling your body with adrenaline and excitement. You gripped the railing, trying not to seem obvious but unable to tear your eyes away.

Nothing gets past General Leia Organa, though, and she turned to stand beside you along the rail, placing a hand over yours.

“I miss it,” you admitted quietly. “But that doesn’t mean it’s a good idea for me to come back, especially since I can be of use elsewhere. Independence suits me.”

She scoffed. “That’s pure bantha fodder, Captain.”

“It isn’t, General. I still get to fly missions, just on my own terms. And I’m not a captain anymore.”

“It is bantha fodder, you excelled on a team, and since when did you stop calling me Leia?” She reached out and turned you so you were facing her. “When did it get like this between us, where we are so formal?”

You gave her a look. “With all due respect, you know the answer to that question.”

She pursed her lips, then gave a sharp nod. “Well, call me Leia, all right? I get enough of this nonsense from the other pilots.”

Your stomach fluttered a little. You knew another pilot who was likely to give her a hard time, someone who loved the general as much as you did.

Focus. You had to focus.

“You did well on the Hapes mission,” Leia mused. “In and out without a single incident, no noise, and you saved hundreds of lives just that day, did you know that? Your efforts…they’re impressive. Then again, I could always count on you.”

Her praise made you feel good. It’d been a long time since you’d been on the other end of such high praise, and to be coming from her made it extra special.  

You played it off anyway. “Thank you. I was well-trained.”

But it’s not in Leia’s nature to give up that easily. “I bet you’d be even more impressive on your old squadron, you know.”

You didn’t reply. What could you say to that? You knew she was right, but…

The corner of her mouth lifted a little. “I think the Hapan royal family was none too pleased when you started calling Prince Ferrara a moof-milker.”

“But he was a moof-milker. He tried to ask me out about ten times, not quite understanding me when I said I wasn’t interested.” You grinned. “So I called him a moof-milker and told him to leave me alone. Learned that one from the streets of Corellia.”

“I bet.” Something else flashed in her eyes. You knew she had to be thinking of Han Solo, a native of that world himself. He’d been lost last year at the hands of their son, whose name you couldn’t even bear to think.

That was the thing that solidified Leia’s status to you, the trait which made you respect her the most…no matter how many times she was hurt, no matter how many times she was affected or made a personal sacrifice, Leia got back up, dusted herself off, and carried on for the greater good.

You would use that example. You would carry on.

“I can help you,” you relented, your fingernails digging into your palms so that you wouldn’t back out immediately. “I can get the intel for you, I can track down the scope of the threat, but you have to understand that coming back is a different kind of commitment. You saw what happened last time, Leia, I can’t…I can’t let that happen again.”

She deflated a little, eyes softening. “There’s so much we’ve discovered in your absence, so many new facts brought to light about that incident. It wasn’t your fault, Y/N.”

“It was.”

“It wasn’t. I have the datacard to prove it.”

“Fine,” you agreed, turning back to the hangar. “You’ve got the data. But that doesn’t mean I didn’t contribute, and it doesn’t mean it’s a good idea for…” Your voice trailed off as your eyes landed on a familiar ship that was landing on the airstrip outside. That X-wing could only belong to one person…

He was here.

The only reason you’d agreed to this little visit was because she had promised that he was off-base, off on some mission.

She promised. She promised you, but she lied.

He was here.

Leia’s eyes followed your line of sight, and you heard her sigh.

“Y/N, he’s back early,” she explained, sounding like she was only sort-of sorry. “His last assignment went well.”

“You timed this just right, didn’t you?” You whirled back to her, feeling nervous. “You knew he’d be back early and you thought it was a good idea for me to see him again, to invoke some sort of nostalgia trip or something? That’s…that’s just…”

You didn’t know you were shaking until she reached out and grabbed your arms to steady you, but you didn’t stay to hear any more words of comfort.

“Excuse me, General.” You pulled away from her and headed straight for the exit in search of both fresh air and some space to think.

It was pretty difficult to avoid someone on a base like this. It was small and organized, a well-oiled machine to fight the evil First Order and one that you knew General Organa - Leia - took pride in.

You had too, a lifetime ago. You still did, only now it was from afar.

As you wandered through the hallways, unfamiliar faces passed you by in a hurry, which was just fine with you. The only time you really saw anyone you recognized was when Snap Wexley, your old squadron mate, stepped out of a doorway and nearly into your path, but you quickly turned a corner to avoid him.

You just weren’t ready.

From there, you were literally just wandering unfamiliar paths, lost in thought.

Though you still supported the cause, these days you did so free from the restraints of the Resistance itself. You were more of a freelance rebel than anything, using your piloting skills and clever brain to get out of more than one precarious situation.

Your experiences over the last year had given you the opportunity to fly all sorts of ships, though the X-wing was still your favorite. There was just something about them, something familiar and powerful that gave you confidence. You were always at your best in an X-wing, with your loyal droid OI-107 in the socket behind you.

Your feet stopped shuffling you forward the second you realized her plan had worked. You were on a nostalgia trip.

It shouldn’t have surprised you, since she knew you better than you knew yourself most days, but still…you wished you had a little bit of restraint, a little bit of immunity from all this…

…from him.

You kept moving.

The worst part was, there was a slim window for you to be able to get off base without being seen, since your transport was sat right next to his X-wing. Even if by some miracle you made it past him, there was still about ten other former teammates doing repairs or shooting the breeze at their workbenches who could give you away.

It was pretty hopeless.

“Damn,” you muttered, stopping in your tracks as you stood in front of the open command center door. You moved forward, peering inside to a room full of workers in front of screens and on comm duty.

“Oh my Force, Y/N, is that you?”

You turned on your heel at the familiar voice, and giving your friend Kaydel Ko Connix a smile. Your eyes took in her new headset and insignia. “Senior controller now, Lieutenant? Congratulations!”

Connix grinned. “You know me, I’m the General’s shadow, right? I’m moving up in the world even if she has to drag me by my lapels.”

“Sounds awfully familiar,” you joked, lifting your arms toward her.

She moved forward and the two of you shared a tight hug.

“What brings you here?” she asked, moving back and sliding her headset off, her big brown eyes staring at you in excitement. “Are you coming back?”

“No,” you laughed, shaking your head as you looked away from her and around the room. “I’m just here as a favor to the general. Classified, you know how it goes.”

“Yeah.” Connix eyed you. “Have you seen...?”

“Have I seen him?” You shook your head. “You can say it, Con. I can practically hear your brain working overtime.”

Your friend grabbed you gently by the arm and pulled you into a side room. There was no door, but the two of you were away from prying ears and at least slightly more out of sight there.

“So have you seen him?”

“No. I saw his ship after he landed it next to mine. That’s it.”

She sighed. “I take it you didn’t know he would be on base while you were?”

Your eyebrow lifted. “What do you think?”

“Is it really that bad?” she asked, crossing her arms over her chest as she leaned against the wall. “Is what happened so bad you’d abandon us?”

That felt like a slap to the face, so much that you physically recoiled.

“I’m sorry,” Connix added quickly, standing up straight again with regret in her eyes. “I didn’t mean it that way. I don’t – I have no idea what happened that day, and I know you’ve been working for the cause all this time, I just…”

Your brows furrowed a little, expecting another lecture. “You just what?”

Her eyes didn’t leave yours as she moved back out into the main room and motioned for you to follow. “I think you should talk to him, Y/N.”

“I have to leave soon.” You followed her, nodding at a few people as you walked past. “I don’t have time for this.”

“Talk to him,” she insisted, giving you a soft shove out into the hall. “I think it will help.”

“Help me or help someone else?”

You never got the answer to the question as the door slid shut in your face.

The hangar was quiet around dinner time, with most everyone heading to the mess or their rooms, and most droids going in for repairs or recharging. It gave you a chance to meander around the workbenches, side-stepping a stray tool or two as you made your way through a torrent of memories, both good and bad.

You were weak and couldn’t stop yourself from revisiting the one place that always felt like home when you didn’t have one. The hangar was a place a mix of chaos and respite, something you sorely missed.

That’s when you saw a familiar face, one you felt guilty for avoiding earlier.

He was sitting on his own workbench, cursing every time a spark flew from the ship part he was working on.

“You kiss Karé with that mouth?” you joked, standing a few feet back.

Temmin “Snap” Wexley turned with wide eyes, and the second he saw you he grinned. “Y/N!”

“Hey, Snap.” You offered him a smile of your own. It was really good to see him, even if he was close to the situation. You were glad you waited until the two of you were alone to pester him.

He discarded the spare part and rushed over to you, sweeping you up in a big hug as your feet left the ground.

You laughed, squeezing him back until he set you back on your feet.

“How the hell have you been?” he asked, his face a little flushed. “I can’t believe you’re here! I thought maybe you forgot about us!”

“I didn’t forget,” you shrugged, letting your arms fall to your side. “Not for one kriffing second.”

He took a step back, but his expression didn’t change. “Got something cooking with the General?”

“Classified, Snap, you know that.” You chuckled as his face fell. “It’s nothing too dangerous. Nothing like you guys faced on Starkiller…I heard all about it. That was…”

“Yeah…” Snap ran a hand down his face. “Speaking of, a little Wookiee told me that you had a hand in some of the intel of getting us moved from D’Qar before, well before they- “

“Blew it to pieces?” You looked away, eyes raking over the nearest wall. It had to have been Connix who told. “I had a hunch about some retaliation, and I was right.”

“They followed me,” he confessed. “They knew the location because I wasn’t careful on recon.”

“No, Snap,” you argued, feeling your heart sink for him. You weren’t the only one carrying a heavy weight of guilt. “They followed everyone. There was a tracker on the Falcon, they knew…there was nothing you could do.”

“But you helped us find this place,” he gestured around. “You helped scout for it, helped secure the move. And we’re safer thanks to you.”

You shrugged, feeling your face heat up. Yeah, you definitely weren’t used to this camaraderie.

“Anyways,” Snap continued, leaning back on his heels. “Back to your first thought. Karé and I broke up again. She just said it wasn’t working, which I guess is better than her last excuse that I was a distraction from the cause.”

You stared at him in confusion. “I thought the two of you were pretty strong? The last I heard, Jess told me- “

“We’re over,” he interrupted. “Permanently this time, I guess. She’s focusing on work. That’s all I know.”

“Well maybe it’s better that way,” you mused, turning away. You reached out to touch the side of his ship, running your hand over a panel. “We all know firsthand what can happen if someone’s distracted.”

“That wasn’t your fault.”

You whirled around. “Why is everyone so quick to say that? When did I ever say I blamed myself?”

“You didn’t have to ever say it out loud, Y/N,” Snap said gently. “You said it with your actions when you took off.”

Your hands raised in question. “What else was I supposed to do? There was so much happening, Snap, so many people getting knocked off left and right. I – I did what was best.”

“For you,” he added, eyes narrowing slightly. “You did what was right for you, not for the cause…and not for him.”

The mere mention of him from his friend’s lips made tears sting your eyes, and you looked down at your feet, blinking fast.

“Y/N, I didn’t say it to upset you, I just…you have to know we were better with you here. All of us.”

Your next words came out so softly you weren’t even sure if you thought them or said them out loud.

“He almost died because of me.”

Snap definitely heard, because all he did was pull you back into his arms while the traitorous tears finally fell.

You quieted after a minute or so, wiping your eyes as you gave him a grateful look. “Sorry, I’m just a mess…being back here is harder than I thought it would be.”

“Why did you agree to this classified mission, then?”

You stared at him, pondering your next move. Should you tell him the truth? Did it matter, as you were heading out into unknown, dangerous territory, if anyone but Leia knew?

All your life, you were really good at decryption, better than even the top advisors in Intelligence. But since your heart belonged in an X-wing, the General had never asked twice if you wanted to switch jobs. Instead, you took on decrypting messages from the First Order and any sympathizers in your meager spare time, giving any and all enemy messages straight to Leia.  

One of those more recent messages had been a direct threat against him.

The second you read it, you checked and double checked, you sought out sources, and you verified that someone very high up the First Order scale of importance had an eye on him and wanted him dead in a spectacular show of strength.

They wanted to make an example of him after Starkiller.

What they didn’t know was that not only were you loyal to your cause, you were loyal to those you cared about, even at the cost of your own well-being…even if your loyalty killed you.

And you would sure as hell die for him.

“There was a threat against someone,” you explained, choosing your words carefully, never breaking eye contact. “I’m here to remove it.”

Snap read right through you. “Does he know?”

“No,” you said sharply, taking a step closer. “And he can’t know, understand?”

He let out a frustrated breath. “He always finds out. The General tells him.”

That was news to you. “Not this time. Please, he can’t know.”

“He won’t hear about it from me, but before you go, you need to settle the air. Make things right, Y/N, and get the facts about what happened.”

“I know the facts, Snap, I was there.”

“No,” he refuted, eyes tight. “You don’t know them. But I can’t tell you, it’s not my place. You need to talk to him.”

The thought scared you.

“If I see him,” you whispered, trying to stave off more tears, “then I can’t guarantee that I’ll be able to leave him again. And if I can’t leave him, and something happens…”

“Force, this all sounds so familiar. You put the whole galaxy on your shoulders again,” Snap remarked, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. “No wonder the two of you were made for each other.”

You waited until the dead of night on base before letting security know you’d be leaving. Connix had agreed to assist with comm duty to alleviate having to let more people know you were here and that you were leaving already.

As you crept through the hangar, a flash caught your eye and you looked up.

The General waved to you from the walkway where you had first stood and argued with her earlier that day. The two of you were odd like that; you didn’t want to say goodbye to her and she didn’t want to hear it, so you both just waved.

It was more like a ‘see you later’ than a ‘this could be goodbye,’ and for that you were grateful.

As you snuck to your transport, which was unmarked and unregistered with the hangar database on purpose, you carried only your bag and your new datapad to keep communication open with the base. Just a little further, and you’d be home free.

That’s the funny thing about fate, though: it sees you coming, not the other way around.

When you slipped past his X-wing and were mere steps from your transport, someone cleared their throat behind you.

You froze on the spot, all feeling leaving your body as the voice of the one man you’d been trying to avoid called out from behind you.

“It’s been a long time, but you are still the most beautiful creature in this universe.”

You took a deep breath then another, but you finally found your voice.

“I bet you say that to all the pilots,” you managed, trying to keep some emotional distance through banter. You were pretty good at that – keeping it light made it easier to walk away.

“No, just one. Or at least I used to.”

You heard his soft footsteps come closer until he was right behind you, and you closed your eyes. You would never be able to explain it to anyone else, but it was like your body knew when he was around and it reacted accordingly. A chill ran down your spine and your heartbeat kicked up a notch.

“Y/N,” Poe Dameron murmured. “It’s been way, way too long.”

“Or not long enough. Depends on how you look at it.”

You turned slowly, and when you finally made eye contact with him, you had to lock your knees to stay upright.

He still was the most handsome man you’d ever laid eyes on, with his brown curly hair in disarray on his head, light stubble on his strong jaw, and the warmest brown eyes you’d ever seen. They crinkled with affection as he took in the sight of you.

He also had a brand new scar on his cheek. You stared at it with a frown, unable to stop your hand from reaching up to caress the skin there. A little flare of anger lit your blood on fire, and you had a newfound urge to destroy the entire First Order on your own.  

Poe placed a warm hand over yours, nuzzling into your touch as he seemed to read your mind. “I’m fine.”

“You aren’t,” you countered, pulling your hand away. “I’m sure Leia told you about the latest threat.”

He nodded. “She didn’t tell me who was running the mission, though. I should have known it was you.”

You scoffed. “How could you possibly know it was m- “

“Don’t use the call sign Yavin4, next time, sweetheart, if you don’t want me to figure out it’s you.” Poe’s tone was gentle and his eyes held a little amusement. “Though I am flattered.”

The tips of your ears heated up a little. You’d used that sign to keep a part of him with you, something you hated to admit to yourself let alone him.  

“Don’t be, I was pressed for time to think of something.”

That wasn’t even remotely convincing, and he judging by the look in his eyes, he definitely saw through it.

Ah, well. You never could lie to him…he could always tell.

Poe nodded over your shoulder at the transport. “So you’re sneaking out without saying anything? At least last time you left, you said goodbye first before breaking my heart.”

You shifted the bag on your shoulder, trying not to let that last part get you. “Thought it’d be easier for everyone involved. I guess I was wrong.”

He gave you a wry smile. “The second I saw the transport, I figured you were here. I spent all day trying to think of an excuse to demand to see you, for anyone to tell me where you were. There were rumors all around base, and I asked Con and Jess, and even Snap…none of them would give you up.”

“They’re good friends.” You shrugged one shoulder. “I asked them not to.”

He nodded. “But here we are anyway.”

“Here we are,” you echoed, taking a step backwards, then another. You knew if you stayed another minute you’d end up back in his arms. “I have to go.”

“It wasn’t your fault, Y/N,” Poe informed you, his arms loose at his sides as he stared at you. He never looked so vulnerable before. “None of it was.”

“I don’t know how long I’ll be out of contact,” you continued, as if he hadn’t said anything. “So take care of yourself, Poe, okay? I’ll make sure they don’t even get close.”

“Y/N, stop.”

His voice was so emotional that you had no choice but to stand there, staring at him in surprise. You never heard his voice sound so strangled before, not even when you fought, not even when he first told you he loved you. This was pure, heartfelt desperation you were hearing.

“Poe, don’t make this more difficult.” You shook your head as your own voice wavered a little. “I have to go, or they’ll –“

“Or they’ll kill me?” he asked, taking a few steps toward you, the fluorescent lights of the landing strip shining in his eyes. “The cause might kill any of us at any time, Y/N, but it doesn’t mean I want you to go. It doesn’t mean that I want to spend the rest of what’s left of my life without you.”

Your heart clenched at his words, and you knew your own efforts in trying to resist him were futile. It was too familiar, he was too intense, too beautiful…he was practically radiating with love.  

And once again, you felt like you were a burden.

“It was a direct threat against you, Poe.”

“I know, I read it.” Poe walked further until he was right in front of you, and your back was against the side of the transport. “I don’t care.”

“Poe…”

“I let you leave once,” he said, eyes locked on yours. “I’m not gonna do that again.”

Force, you’d missed those eyes.

Your stomach was in knots now, with warnings going off in your brain. It’d be so easy to close the space between you, to take him back in your arms and tell him you never stopped thinking about him, never stopped loving him even from the other side of the galaxy…

It would be as easy as breathing…

Your protective instincts took over.

“Let me?” you joked. “And here I thought you were over thinking that just because you were once my commander you still can boss me around now.”

He didn’t crack a smile. His laser focus stayed with his intentions.

“The day you came in to tell me we were over was one of the biggest regrets of my life. I let you leave without telling you how much I didn’t want you to go.” Poe’s eyes softened. “Y/N, I can’t let you walk away again.”

You made a face at him, still trying to keep things light. “Don’t have much of a choice, flyboy. I’m not your subordinate, and I’ve got direct orders.”

He reached up and cupped your cheek, his thumb running over your skin lightly. “Y/N…”

“No!” you snapped, pulling away. “You don’t get to do this, Poe. I almost killed you last time, remember? My worst nightmare almost came true, or did you forget the whole distraction thing?”

That was the entire point of all of this, the reason you left, the reason everyone wanted you to clear the air with Poe. You might as well accomplish something positive while you were on base.

Even the mere memory of it scared you, he had to know why you left. 

The last time the two of you flew together had been a disaster. The mission started with ten pilots and ended with only the two of you still alive. Right in the worst of it, you started struggling as the toggle got stuck in a vain attempt to blast them all yourself.

There were too many, and your droid let you know that your shields were low.

After you called out for help, Poe’s ship started wobbling around, flying in a weird pattern before hurling toward the planet below. You thought you saw a blast, but you couldn’t remember.

It happened so kriffing fast.

Some backup arrived at the same time that he began his plummet, and you and your droid were safe mere moments later.

The same couldn’t be said for Poe.

You knew it was too dangerous, knew that going down to him would draw more attention and potentially more enemies to him, and he was too vulnerable to fight them off in that moment.

General Organa gave you direct orders to return to base and leave the crew to get to Poe.

You hated it because you knew he wouldn’t have listened if the roles were reversed. He would have come after you, made sure you were safe. But you stopped yourself, knowing that you’d done enough damage that day.

So you waited back on base until they brought him in, bloodied and unconscious. You waited by his bedside with BB-8, keeping vigil every day and every night until he came to, until he was healed. You told him you were so glad he was okay, that you were sorry, and that you loved him.

And then you told him it was over.  

You didn’t stay long enough to hear his reply.  

“I wasn’t distracted. I was knocked out by the First Order, that’s the only truth there. I know what it looked like, what maintenance told you. I know what Command told you and what the official report said, but Y/N, they were so wrong.”

Your eyes widened at his words. “What? You mean-?”

This whole time you blamed yourself, thinking you’d distracted him at the worst moment. You thought he was worrying about you and your damn guns getting stuck instead of worrying about what was in front of him. You felt like a burden and a dangerous person.

You thought he had been hurt and nearly killed because of you, and that had crushed you into a million pieces. It ended your career with the Blue Squadron and started your years of service as an independent contractor.

That mission changed everything.

And now, here he was saying that never happened…saying the last year or so of your life was spent in turmoil, in constant heartbreak and pain, for nothing.

His face was grim as he watched you. “There was something stuck on my ship and I didn’t know it. Some kind of bomb went off, but it was so small it only knocked one panel out at first. Then the fuel locked up and my engine went, and BB-8 took us down slow. I got real lucky.”

You could hardly believe what you were hearing. “There was…a bomb?”

Poe nodded, reaching up to caress your cheek again. “Wasn’t you, sweetheart. I wasn’t flying distracted. Not that I wasn’t keeping an eye on you, but I know how capable you are. My ship was busted, only the computer didn’t show anything was off. My mechanic back on base is the one who finally realized what happened, and that was only after weeks of investigating. The blast didn’t even leave a visible mark on the hull.”

You stared at him in a daze as his words sunk in a little more.

For your sake, he repeated himself. “It wasn’t your fault. And even if I had been distracted, that would have been on me, sweetheart, not you.”

That is what finally what made your legs give out. You nearly slid to the ground, but Poe caught you in his arms, holding you close to him and supporting your weight while you struggled with this revelation.

“It’s okay,” he murmured, pressing a light kiss to your head. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. I didn’t know if you still cared or not, until…”

“Until?” Your voice was muffled by his shoulder, but you wanted to know.

“The General…Leia, she told me what happened. I was angry and stunned at first, Y/N. I was hurt, but…she told me how you felt when you left. She told me where you were, what you’ve been doing. I’ve kept tabs on you since you left, sweetheart, though she refused to let me come after you. I couldn’t let you go, and I was hoping you’d come back on your own eventually.”

So much wasted time...

You body trembled. “I didn’t want to lose you.”

“You realize how that sounds right?” he asked lightly. “You didn’t want to lose me so you left me?”

“You know what I mean.” You couldn’t bear to say it out loud, didn’t even want to fathom his death, because it was the one thing that truly scared you in life.

Poe’s grip on you loosened a little. “I’m as safe as anyone else. General Organa, she’s got the best team there is. I’ve got the pilots...and now, maybe...”

You pulled back to look at him, feeling a little stronger. “Then was this whole mission fake to get me here? The new threat, and everything I decrypted?”

He shook his head solemnly. “Unfortunately not. But this time, I say we go together. We always did work well on a team, and there’s still a lot to do until the galaxy is safe again, but…”

His voice trailed off, and he seemed a little nervous now, too.

You watched him carefully.

“Last time I saw you, you told me you loved me,” he reminded you. “That still true?”

It was. You were sure of it. Your year-long absence hadn’t changed how you felt about Poe Dameron.

Your eyes flickered to his lips, then back up to his deep brown eyes. You were mesmerized by the look of love and hope you saw there.  

“What do you say?” he murmured.

There was more to that question.

You knew what he was really asking.  

But with the weight of the galaxy finally lifted from your shoulders, you saw clearly for the first time in a long time, and all you could see was the cause…

…and him.

He was yours, and you were his, and you’d face everything and anything together.

You smiled for the first time since he approached. The warmth of his arms made you feel safe, like you were making the right choice. Maybe Poe was your real home. Wherever he was, that’s where you wanted to be.

“I say, let’s light ‘em up.”

Poe grinned, leaning over to press his lips lightly to yours. “That’s more like it. How about staying forever this time?

You poured all of your agreement into another kiss.

[vanderlinde-moved]

wii sports: boxing

It’s no secret that Jyn is extremely competitive, especially during the things that matter. This includes Wii Sports.

aka the fic that i wish i had an explanation for, but my sleep-deprived ass thought it was funny at midnight last night and well. here we are.

“I cannot believe this,” Jyn says incredulously, watching the words “YOU LOSE!” appear on her half of the screen, while “YOU WIN!” flashes on Cassian’s. Her Mii looks dejectedly at the ground while his does a victory dance. It’s absolutely maddening. “I had that last shot. This game is rigged and you’re cheating. Somehow.”

(she doesn’t think it’s possible to cheat on the wii, but if there’s a way, cassian’s found it.)

“You’re accusing me of cheating?” he shoots back, eyes comically wide. “Especially after I caught you cheating at poker four separate times last week? In a single game?”

“…yes?”

“You’re only saying that because you didn’t win,” Cassian replies smugly, leaning back on the couch. He, she notes with some disapproval, doesn’t have the wii remote’s strap fastened firmly around his wrist. “Just admit it: you’re not that good at bowling.”

Jyn’s mouth drops. “Don’t go there, Cass.”

Saw is probably rolling around his grave right now. Failure is never an option, especially on trivial things such as–

Hell, who’s she kidding? Wii Sports is the farthest thing from trivial.

“You heard me, Jyn,” he says, spreading his arms out wide. She narrows her eyes. “You’re good at a lot of things; Wii Sports just isn’t one of them.”

Betrayal cuts through her like a knife. She’d expect this kind of slander from Kay, but not from her boyfriend.

This means war.

“All right,” she says, standing up and crossing her arms. Her remote, attached safely to her wrist, dangles from her arm. “We’re having a rematch. Give me your remote.”

He frowns at her, clearly confused, but hands it over nonetheless. “How are we supposed to have a rematch if you have both remotes?”

“Because,” Jyn responds, fastening the remote to her other wrist, “we’re going to duke it out in real life. Like adults.”

She holds up the two wii remotes, grinning as he groans, putting his head in his hands. He knows her well enough by now that she’s not kidding. (And she’s not. She had that last shot–it clearly should have been a strike.)

“See?” she says. “I’ve got my wii remote truncheons. Choose your weapon, Cassian Andor.”

He raises a brow, before letting out a short bark of a laugh. Force only knows what he must think of her now. “You’ve taken all of the weapons in here, but I think I’ve got something upstairs.”

She watches as he takes the stairs by two, swinging her makeshift truncheons a couple of times through the air to get used to the weight. When Cassian finally makes it back downstairs, he’s got a nerf gun in his hands and she’s already in a fighting stance.

“Found this old thing a while back when I was cleaning out my closet,” he admits, loading the cartridge with foam nerf darts. “It’s been a long time since I’ve shot it, but I think my chances of winning are pretty good.”

The choice of weapon makes sense, she muses. He’s too scrawny to be a brawler, but a sniper? Yeah, she can see it. It doesn’t matter, though. She’s still going to win.

“Please,” Jyn scoffs, “like a measly projectile can beat the sheer power of my remotes.”

She does a few fake strikes to, you know, intimidate him a little bit. He doesn’t look nearly as scared as she imagined he would. In fact, he looks sort of impressed.

“Where the hell did you learn to use those things?”

“From Saw,” she says primly, then adds, “Well, kinda. He told me I had to start using the strap on the remote when I accidentally broke a window when bowling and it sort of,” she shrugs, “escalated from there.”

And while Saw hadn’t exactly taught her to use wii remotes as a weapon, he taught her plenty of other things that would be considered questionable, especially since she had been eight when she came into his care. Examples of that would be taking her to the gun range to learn how to shoot at age nine, or how every summer he’d drop her off in the middle of the wilderness with nothing except the pack on her back to survive.

(“it builds character,” he used to say, or some bantha-shit like that. years later, she can’t help but wonder what kind of character she would have been without his “help.”)

“Only you,” Cassian says, not even bothering to hide his grin, “would break a window by throwing a wii remote through it.”

“Accidentally,” she snaps, then waves his laughter off. “Enough talking, Andor. I have a fight to win.”

The two of them stand facing each other, just like cowboys would for a duel in an old western movie. Cassian’s tactical, especially with this kind of stuff. Every time they play Risk, he thoroughly whoops her ass because she’s too impatient to see it through. It’s likely that he’ll bring the same kind of strategy to their boxing match. 

But to counter Cassian’s rationality, she’s impulsive. And she cheats constantly. She remembers the look on his face when he returned from the bathroom only to find that she had bowled a couple of rounds for him. 

(and yet that nerf herding moof milker had still won, even with her assistance.)

While she’s sizing him up, he raises his gun and fires at her. It almost takes her off guard, but she’s ready for his attack, hitting the dart out of the air with one of her remotes. It hits the wall next to her with a small thunk. It’s her turn to smirk now. “You’re going to have to try harder than that–”

Her taunt is interrupted when a dart hits her in the middle of her forehead.

Cassian chuckles as she gapes at him. “Boom,” he says, pretending to blow smoke off of his gun. “Headshot. I win.”

Jyn charges him, tackling him to the ground.

The two of them go down laughing. Cassian’s gun clatters to the floor somewhere to their left, but neither make a move to grab it. Slightly breathless, Jyn presses her wii remote truncheons to his neck as she straddles him, thighs wrapped around his hips. He lets his head hit the ground, eyes closed, still chuckling. “Who’s the winner now, Cass?”

“It’s still me,” he replies. “I killed you already. You can’t kill me because you’re dead.”

“Well, I came back to life,” she shoots back, jabbing him lightly in the side of her neck with a remote. “So I could avenge myself.”

Cassian opens one eye to stare at her. “That’s impossible.”

Jyn deflates slightly, but straightens up as another (brilliant) idea pops in her head. “I’m a ghost, then.”

“Ghosts are transparent,” he replies patiently. “You wouldn’t be able to hold your truncheons if you were a ghost; they’d fall right through you.”

“Then how do they knock all of that shit over in horror movies, huh? Explain that, Andor”

He groans once again, knocking his head back on the floor lightly. “You are ridiculous, Jyn Erso.”

“I’m also a winner,” she adds smugly, because she’s the one who has the upper hand right now. “You don’t even have your gun anymore.”

She leans down to press her lips to his for a victory kiss, which he returns enthusiastically. He shifts slightly so he can run his hands down her back. “You are ridiculous,” he repeats softly when they come up for air, kissing her jawline for punctuation, “and wonderful,” another kiss, “and also–” she closes her eyes, expecting his lips on hers, but suddenly she’s the one on the ground and he’s straddling her, “very easily distracted.”

“Not fair,” she whines, but Cassian kisses her once again and her protests are forgotten. She reaches up to wrap her arms around his neck, and her wii remotes, still fastened safely to her wrists, thud hardly against his back.

She can’t help but giggle at his muffled groan of pain, breaking the kiss just to say, “You can’t feel anything. You’re dead, remember?”

“I shot you first,” he mutters into her neck, worrying the skin there between his teeth. “If anyone’s dead, it’s you.”

“Damn, Cass, I didn’t know you had a thing for dead girls–”

“Jyn, please,” he says, sighing heavily. “Just shut up and let me kiss you, all right?”

For once, she’s happy to oblige without argument.

(the wii remotes prove to be a bit of a problem later, since they’re still fastened securely tooher wrists, but, hey, at least all of the windows in cassian’s apartment are still intact when the night is over.)

[jaegermonster]

chapter 5 (pgs 165 - 204) & chapter 6 (pgs 205 - 238)

I'm going to try and make these fried creme 'tings' as soon as I can. They sound delicious.

Found another typo! 

gosh, I just love how CHEERFUL the Jägers are. Fighting revenants? Sure, let's leap into battle laughing and spouting witty lines. Sounds like a party. 

"A girl like dot," the Jäger explained, "Ven she sez 'moof' --" The remaining two Jägers answered in cheerful chorus, "Hyu MOOF!" I'm storing this line away for use in a fanfic sometime. Seems like the thing to do. 

I love that Oggie and Dimo have thicker accents than Maxim. 

Moxana! 

Awh, Zeetha. I really hope we get to see Skifander soon. I love the relationship between her and Agatha too. 

I hope that Agatha can fuck with time later to ensure Lars makes it, but I really Really doubt that. Meddling with the past can muck up the future. 

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Aahh Agatha's making helpers out of the rest of the Circus. I love the minor sparks and I hope we get to see some more in canon soon, they're all delightfully quirky. Dame Ædith especially! 

The Silverodeon!! Again!! 

Moxana!! Again!! I hope all the muses can be reunited by the end of the story, because I'm invested in them.

Gosh. I'm getting teary reading Oggie and Maxim explain their separation from the pack. They get to go home!! They have a Heterodyne again!! I have a lot of emotions about the Jägers.

[vimetxartem-a]

More and more I realize that there’s a lot of slang in Cisst’s galaxy that wouldn’t make sense on Earth. Think about it. Examples are:

Pfassk, like “WHAT IN THE PFASSK IS GOING ON?!”

Fangs out, like they’re eager for a fight.

Scuttlebutt, meaning gossip

Spaced, meaning killed or dead

Sod it, basically “Fuck it.”

Son of a bantha, basically “son of a bitch”

Moof-milker, like “dumbass”

People, get him frustrated and make him say these terms. Get your muse confused with the shit this alien says lmao

[queen-scribbles]

@storyknitter you get a two for one deal on both prompts and muses bc the Airen Siblings immediately took these two and ran with ‘em. (Set the same day as this)

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“Come on, Sil, let’s go find somethin’ to do.” Tel paired the words with a nudge against the back of her leg.

Silver made an absent shooing motion in his direction, gaze still fixed through the small window even as the crate she stood on wobbled. “Shh! I’m tryin’ to hear!” She sighed a moment later and gave up. “Wish they’d let me sit in, just once. Hell, Dad was a year younger’n me when he made first mate,” she grumbled as she climbed down from her perch to sit on it instead.

“Dad’s dad didn’t have a wife who knew the business well as he did,” Tel pointed out, balancing precariously on the corner of the same crate. “B’sides, they’re talkin’ with Uncle Solly an’ Aunt Zak. It ain’t necessarily about smugglin’. It might be borin’ adult stuff you wouldn’t give a pfassking kath hound’s rear end about.”

“Language,” Silver scolded half-heartedly and shoved him off the crate. “Mom ‘n Dad hear you talkin’ like that it won’t be pretty.”

He grinned impishly and didn’t move from his new spot sprawled on the ground.  “Ah, they’ll talk big, but ain’t actually gonna do anything.”

She shrugged and leaned forward to brace her elbows against her knees. He had a point; the first time Silver had been caught uttering a curse stronger than your average damn or hell, Mom had scolded, but that was it. And even that had seemed hollow, cursory, like she was only doing it because parents were supposed to tell their kids not to swear. Still... “Well, maybe I don’t like my little brother swearin’,” she teased.

Tel glowered and tried to kick her foot. “Fourteen ain’t little!” He was too far away and only grazed the edge of her boot.

“You’re still shorter’n me, and thus little,” Silver smirked.

He scooted closer and this time did kick her foot. “If you’re done tryin’ to eavesdrop, what’s something fun we can do here?”

She chewed the end of her ponytail in thought. “Wanna see if anyone’s usin’ the shooting range?”

It was Tel’s turn to smirk. “You just wanna try to beat me ‘cause of earlier.”

‘No comment. And if you’re scared I’ll undo your little lucky streak from earlier, I think Jaxyn was willin’ to give us s’more pazaak pointers.”

He perked up a little at that. “Honest ones or cheatin’ ones?”

“Knowin’ him? Prob’ly both,” Silver said with a laugh as she pushed to her feet. “Maybe we can wheedle a couple sabacc lessons outta him, too.” She offered him a hand up.

“Hope so,” Tel grunted, eyes glinting with mischief as he took her hand and started scrabbling to his feet. “Your sabacc game needs all the help it can get.”

She dropped him. “Fine, get yourself up, moof-milker.”

He did, flashing a puppy-eyed smile. “Aw, c’mon, Sil. I’m just teasin’. You know you whip my tail at just about ev’rything else.”

Silver laughed and playfully mussed his hair. “True. I guess I can let ya gloat a little over this one thing without protest.”

“Thanks for your generosity, sis,” Tel said sarcastically, tweaking the end of her ponytail.

“You’re very welcome,” she replied with deadpan exaggerated magnanimity.  “Now let’s go find Jaxyn ‘fore he too drunk to be any fun.”

The two of them quickly tracked down the man they sought, and spent the next couple hours having a grand old time as Uncle Solly’s right hand man(Well, after Aunt Zak) imparted all sorts of card-playing wisdom, both aboveboard and not. Silver let Tel win a couple hands, but gleefully beat the pants off him in the vast majority. It was her job, as his big sister, not to just hand him stuff. Things you worked for were so much more enjoyable. (And it was fun)

And long as she had him, maybe it was okay Mom and Dad didn’t trust her with the big stuff yet.

Memory Prompts

[sketchymoof]

page 2!

does anyone actually use antidotes? i've used stun antidotes a couple of times fighting the golden dragon since that's the most annoying status effect to deal with but sleep and poison are barely a problem so there's no point using up a pouch slot for them

[sketchymoof]

oh yeah i finally realised i have somewhere i can post this

shamelessly ripped off of this post by Alzward