#sgterso

[enchaentd]

permanent new bloggie starter call, always accepting!  ˎˊ˗             featuring;  @sgterso ♡

        she tries her very best not to get distracted,   the person talking to her is obviously very,   very serious,   which means she’s supposed to pay attention.   doe eyed,   she blinks up at her,   catching words in between,   floating.   woods.   disappearances.   missing persons.   it all sounds so scary.   what does allie have to do with any of that?   besides that,   of course,   she wants to help!   “ that sounds,   like,   really scary!   or sad? ”   a shift of weight on her arm reminds her of the pretty picnic basket sitting there,   and she lights up,   delighted with idea.   “ oh!   do you wanna’ join me on my picnic?   i brought some to share,   just in case!   i always do!   we could talk about your   …   spooky stuff then! ”

[fals3nd]

@sgterso said ; ❝ that was close, huh? ❞ for bodhi!

bodhi isn't sure if he should laugh. it feels like it would seem pretty out of place. despite the way his mind wants to hesitate, bodhi laughs uncertainly - a breathless and uneven peel of laughter as his back is pressed into the seat with the after-effects of the jump to hyper. "yeah," his voice shakes just a little as he lets his jaw unclench and his sleepless-shadowed eyes ( a regular appearance for bodhi rook of late, ever since - well. ever since. ) dart from the blur of stars and space outside the cockpit to look at jyn.

truthfully, bodhi had expected they would have been shuffled about forever. him at least, he'd expected a future of being given odds and ends to do around bases until this was all over and he could be shuffled off to a planet with a thanks for everything and let us know if you need anything. if not because of his former ... loyalties ... it would be the prosthetic leg, the way he forgets upkeep on it, the way he forgets a lot of things. but here he is, in the cockpit of something much sleeker and faster than he used to be used to flying, with jyn beside him.

"we should let them know we made it out, yeah?"

[djaerin]

he's not fond of the cold, never really has been. a wide sea of blue, the laughter of children in the water, a comforting hand on his shoulders, memories of sun warming his skin. maybe it has something to do with where he was born, sunkissed heart of his childhood. it had been taught : the weather does not matter, it is only a parameter to take into account, it's the buzz of a fly now, to be ignored. fists find a home on his hips, head slightly tilting down to look at the stunned body of his bounty on the floor. this idiot made him walk too long in the dank snow.

a noise is heard, without looking he knows already what it is. a sigh, something he had hoped to avoid : she had been following him from afar for a while now, probably something to do with the bounty at his feet. « he is mine, @sgterso. »

💜 THE STARTER CALL

[stillsolo]

@sgterso 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍 :: “I don’t trust you.” Jyn doesn't trust anyone. The words come out harshly, bluntly, bitten off at the tip of her tongue. The next words are softer, a bit more hesitant, “Not yet.”

             ❝𝙼𝙾𝚂𝚃  𝙿𝙴𝙾𝙿𝙻𝙴  𝙳𝙾𝙽’𝚃,❞  𝚂𝙾𝙻𝙾  𝚁𝙴𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙽𝙴𝙳  𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷  𝙰  𝚂𝙰𝚁𝙳𝙾𝙽𝙸𝙲  𝚂𝙽𝙾𝚁𝚃  that was equal parts rueful self-derision and a nod to the long cavalcade of names and faces he managed to outlive, outmaneuver, or just plain forget.  he could recall them if he tried, these dozens of past associates, sailing in and out of his memory like phantoms that only materialized after one too many hard drinks.   but he wasn’t trying, not now—or ever, if he could help it; his focus was on the reportedly important datapad in his hands, twice-fried by blaster fire and now reduced to what resembled cooled slag.

it was only when han caught the half-murmured continuation and peered up that he recognized the abrupt shift.  it seemed somewhere, at some point, their bantering had warped into something else altogether.  pausing long enough for the moment to stretch out and fray at the edges, han then set the datapad on the counter, its shattered screen flashing erratically before surrendering to a final, ominous blackness, as though he needed a bad omen trying too damned hard to make a point.

             ❝figured you’d say it at some point.❞       the words were remarkably subdued, a far cry from the dramatic reaction jyn might have expected.  but han had nothing better to offer, considering her sudden confession—that she didn’t trust him—had come out of nowhere, like a sucker punch to the jaw he should’ve seen coming but somehow didn’t.   ❝can’t say i blame you.  we’ve both changed a lot since the old days.❞

admittedly, a few years ago, a conversation like this would’ve blindsided him, left him floundering for the right words to obscure the bewilderment that always had a way of mutating into irritation, and then, with negligible provocation, into outright anger.  but now, there was little else to behold but what she had tacked on.    anymore.    the word hung in the silence between them, mocking him.  had she ever really trusted him?  did it even matter now?

[dsrtrose]

❛ you treat all your ladies like this? ❜

"tryin'  to  keep  them  alive?"  her  tone  borders  on  quieted  incredulousness  as  eliza  restrains  all  efforts  in  not  swatting  jyn  over  the  head  for  trying  to  make  light  of  the  situation.  it  all  happened  too  fast  for  eliza  to  make  sense  of  who  was  fighting  who  and  why,  so  ...  here  they  are,  standing  by  their  horses  while  jyn  bleeds  out  of  a  half-cleaned  shoulder  wound.

eliza's  hands  make  quick,  tender  work  of  flushing  out  the  mauled  skin  of  her  companion's  shoulder,  all  the  while  diverting  her  eyes  from  jyn's  -  the  last  thing  she  needs  is  a  distraction  from  the  task  at  hand.

she  can't  help  but  snort  and  exhale  something  close  to  laughter  -  eliiza  won't  give  jyn  the  satisfaction  of  it,  so  she  turns  to  stand  behind  her  &  wrap  the  other  woman's  arm  as  she  smiles  to  herself,  "mhm  -  doesn't  mean  that  you're  gonna  get  any  special  treatment."

*      MEME,    still  accepting      /    @sgterso    🤍

[redemn]

aaa happy birthday!! i hope you have a wonderful day today cowpoke!

ahhh cowpoke , you flatter me incredibly much !!! thank you so much , this birthday is truly a happy one . i hope you too are having a wonderful day today . x

╰ ゜KAT'S 28TH .  /  𝚋-𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 .

[vipier-a]

💯 HUNDRED POINTS SYMBOL — share three random facts about your oc that others may not know.

- tristan knows how to line dance. not just he can pick it up, like with many things given how physically talented he is, but he genuinely knows how, as in he knows MANY of them by heart. and he actually loves it for some goddamned reason — not that he would ever admit it, like with most things about him. I’d tell you to ask him about his five month stint in baton rouge and his year in nashville ( one of his favorite times of his life probably ) but he won’t tell you shit, so your best bet is to ask cooper about it because he’ll absolutely spill how much time they idly killed in honky tonks in between jobs.

- tristan gets very seasick. he’s usually pretty good at hiding it and tends to excuse himself effectively to take care of it, but it’s MISERABLE for him. if he has to travel on a boat for more than a couple days, he tends to get used to it and be fine, but those first couple of days are ROUGH. it’s only seasickness ; he doesn’t get carsick, airsick, or motion sickness otherwise. note that this isn’t a factor for any pirate adjacent verse, which I haven’t gotten deep into but which I’ve mentioned here and there, because he’d be accustomed, but in that case, he’d feel queasy on land for a day or two.

- on that note, tristan has been to every continent except antarctica. this is partially because his work hasn’t ever taken him there for obvious reasons. with that being said, he probably would have just done it for the sake of saying he did it but the drake passage means he probably never will because he’s pretty sure he’d fucking DIE trying to cross that in a boat.

DETAILS ABOUT OCS.

[wornkindness]

   She was aware that she had come from a place of privilege. That everything had been provided for her, and how lucky she was for it. She was not unaware to the struggle of others. It was a conversation she had many a time with different people. However since Jyn did not bring up the subject further, so neither did she.

   It also did no escape her notice how Jyn seemed more withdrawn than some of the others who shared her post. Not that it was a requirement to open up to her at all, but the queen hoped if enough trust was earned she might. She was used to having certain personal connection to those around her. Seeing it was Amelia’s life that was in the other woman’s hands, having that connection did put her own worries at ease. But something could not be forced.

   “Actually I was thinking of postponing, and going out for a ride. Given how nice the day is, I would hate to waste it by being trapped inside.” A warm smile tugged the edges of her lips as she turned back to her guard. “Would you like to join me?”

luckily for the queen ( and perhaps unluckily for jyn, who often feels as if she'll expire from boredom ), this job is usually a monotonous one. jyn follows her from room to room, watches for threats, and makes non-committal noises when the other woman tries to engage her in conversation. maybe in the past, amelia's had more chatty bodyguards -- but as far as jyn's concerned, that isn't a part of the job description.

all the same, this position hinges on the royal family's positive perception of her. despite a part of her thinking otherwise, jyn dips her chin in acquiescence. " of course not, your majesty. " it's nothing personal -- growing up in a cushy palace and never needing anything would make anyone naive. it's difficult to experience the realities of the world when growing up behind the walls of a castle. she continues mildly, " on to your next appointment, majesty ? "

[imunities]

@sgterso : ❛ if you have something to say, spit it out. ❜

❝ i'm leaving. ❞ she hangs her head low, ellie has never known how to say goodbye. she just lingers in the doorway, hoping the other will find the right words to say. other times, she escapes in the middle of the night, unable to face her own choices. maybe she learned that from riley. she'd planned on telling no one but dina, so maria wouldn't know they were sneaking out. but ellie owes this to jyn, she owes her a lot more, but she's not a girl who has anything left to give. ❝ i'm leaving jackson. ❞

her arms cross and she forces herself to look up, meet jyn's eyes. ❝ and before you try to convince me not to go, you can't. i've already heard it all from tommy and maria. i don't care. ❞ she has to do this. after all he'd done for her, everything he'd sacrificed, it can't be for nothing. someone has to avenge him, if only she could have defended him.

she plays with her hands, staring down at her nails, ❝ i don't really uh ... know how to do this. most of my goodbyes have been permanent and, uh, i don't want this one to be so ... ❞ fuck. she should have come here with a plan of what to say. ❝ i ... i'm gonna miss you. ❞ ellie smiles weakly, ❝ and you better not do anything stupid while i'm gone. and you can have all the beer that i stole from the tipsy bison if you ... if you promise to share one with me when i get back ? ❞

[stillsolo]

@sgterso 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍 :: ❝Is this real?❞

             𝙴𝙻𝙱𝙾𝚆𝚂 𝙳𝙴𝙴𝙿 𝙸𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙴𝚇𝙿𝙾𝚂𝙴𝙳 𝙴𝙽𝙶𝙸𝙽𝙴 𝙾𝙵 𝙰 𝙽𝙴𝙶𝙻𝙴𝙲𝚃𝙴𝙳 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝚃𝙰𝙽𝙶 , solo stole two fleeting glances over his shoulder before registering what exactly jyn held between her fingers. he straightened abruptly — and damned near slammed the back of his head into the hood panel. well, shit. he’d meant to call lando about it, get him to give the thing a once-over before anyone got too excited, but the bastard was out of town, had been for the past three weeks, no doubt still doing business with those no-name hotshots from overseas.

❝dunno,❞ han grunted as he maneuvered himself out from under the tight confines of the workspace he had wedged into. once freed, he weaved past the benches while scrubbing his palms on his chest, which did little more than smear thick black streaks of engine grease all over the already soiled fabric, then plucked the ring from jyn's fingers to inspect it himself. ❝never seen anything like it before.❞

holding the ring up to the dim light hung overhead, han squinted at the sizeable green gemstone nested in a bed of sparkly little diamonds. pretty. though, he couldn't say he had a real eye for this sorta stuff. hell, the only emeralds he had ever laid eyes on were those flickering on a tv screen. but… it looked real. maybe even real enough to earn him a pretty penny.

[obi1archive]

" what? " his brow knits in genuine puzzlement. a lightsaber is sacred to the jedi, and while it is possible for them to fall into the wrong hands, it is certainly not so common as her words and tone imply. but that is a concern for later. obi-wan takes his identichip from his pocket and extends it to the girl. it is the only other proof he has to offer. he supposes he could use the force, but to do such a thing would be considered frivolous usage, and something tells him even that would not convince this girl. " please. i wish only to help you. "

jyn's breath catches at the sight of the lightsaber, though it's not enough to convince her of his claims. as rare as these weapons are, she's seen one or two on the black market before ( though never used one herself, much to her chagrin ). his possession of it doesn't prove that he's a jedi ; if anything, it makes her more convinced that this is some elaborate get-up to trick people more gullible than she is. " i've seen half a dozen of those in the coruscanti underground, " she replies flatly. " you're going to have to be more convincing that that, jedi. " her voice drips in derision. her fingers itch for her truncheons, for a blaster, for anything. as good as she may be, her fists won't do much against a fucking lightsaber. " try again. "

[huozhi]

WHERE DO YOU HOLD YOUR LOVE ?

in your heart // you hold your love in your heart. love is intrinsic, inevitable, love is the beating core of everything; love is also hard to talk about. your love comes out with more rareness, mostly shows up for the big things in a big way — this doesn't mean it doesn't beat for the small stuff, you feel it all, in fact you feel it more intensely than most which is why it's so hard to get out. you hold your love inside you because it matters, it might be the only thing that does.

tagged by. @sgterso <3 tagging. @ljesaw, @huodao, @huozaji, @fangzhuko, @bountyes, @exilae ( anyone ! ), @starspurn ( anyone ! ), @thevesel, and you !

[djaerin]

spell out your url using characters you love from any media. then, tag as many people as there are letters in your url (or however many you'd like!) inspired by the song titles dashboard game.

D - draco malfoy from harry potterJ - javier peña from narcosA - aragorn from lotr E - elizabeth bennett from pride and prejudice R - robb stark from game of thronesI - irene adler from sherlock holmesN - natasha romanoff from mcu

tagged by : @redruins. ♡ tagging : @burygods, @sgterso, @susponte, @suhspiria, @alootus, @thefixer &. @bypr0xy

[vipier-a]

‘if you try that shit, I will kill you.’

HE’S HUNGRY BUT HE’LL BE DAMNED IF HE’LL ADMIT THAT TO ANYBODY, LET ALONE HER. he doesn’t even do her the courtesy of glancing in her direction, seated as he is on the floor on one end of his cell with his back to the wall and staring at the other, far enough away from the force field behind which she stands to remain out of reach. with his right hand, he tosses a ball of rubber against the opposite wall over and over again and catching it, the rhythmic thump, thump, thump echoing steadily in the chamber around him. it was a kindness — albeit a small one — provided to him by an individual in rebel intelligence he refuses to name, perhaps one of two people who’s ever had a positive regard for him. not that he gives half a shit if anyone in rebel intelligence likes him. he expects the silly trinket to be taken away any day now, even right this instant, but he’ll savor his moments of diversion as long as he can in the meantime. it’s all he’s got left, and besides, he expects an execution any day at this point. the part of him that still gives a shit about self preservation hopes it’s quick, painless, but the other half hopes they make him suffer long enough to give them a final fuck you.

“ oh, I’m sure you will, ” he drawls, not even letting the rhythm of his tossing pause as he speaks, moving no further muscle than to continue the motion over and over and over, as though he were more programmed droid than person. the last vestiges of his remaining pride refuse to allow him to show anything to these people, to let them see an inch behind the mask he’s so carefully crafted for himself. he is nothing but a villain, a wild animal finally caged. he’s dangerous, unable to be brought to heel, a self fulfilling prophecy ; he is what the galaxy made of him. why should he apologize for that? “ who sent you? draven? still pissed he failed to kill or catch me so many times himself? tell the old crone to go fuck himself for me. ” the steady thunk, thunk, thunk continues, his gaze still fixed unblinkingly on the far wall. there’s so much he could say — but that would ruin the fun, wouldn’t it? what they want out of him other than his death, he couldn’t say. perhaps they want to seem merciful for failing to put such a prolific saboteur to death who had once been one of their own, even if none of them ever really considered him so. perhaps a trial awaits him, some kangaroo court to help the morally just feel right about stringing him up. he doesn’t care. one way or another, it has to end. “ or did you come to gape at me like a zoo animal? see if I’m real? put a face to the crimes? are you wondering at the chances you end up just like me, jyn erso? ” he does his homework, after all, knew of her extraction pre-scarif, before his crimes had begun. he knows the history that dwells in the data vaults, but he doesn’t have to say that aloud for her to infer, he’s sure. “ chances are higher than you think, I’d wager. ”

[obi1archive]

GET TO KNOW THE MUN. | respond to the prompts out of character!

what made you pick up the current muse(s) you have?

i don't really remember because it's been four years and i have the memory of a goldfish. probably just because he's my type. i do have a type that i gravitate towards writing.

is there anything you don’t like to write?

hurt no comfort. i don't read it on ao3 either. i'm also rly picky about smut and who i write it with. i only like writing it with friends / longterm rp partners.

is there anything you really enjoy writing?

hurt/comfort is my favorite. Obi-Wan Gets a Hug. also soft stuff, sleepy stuff. and bc love mentioned this when she tagged me, i really like having like a plotted universe w/ someone. i had a friend i had an EXTENSIVE modern au with and we were both writing all kinds of characters and it was the best time ever. they're not on tumblr anymore </3 but i love that stuff

how do you come up with headcanons?

they literally just come to me out of nowhere most of the time

do you write in silence or do you play music?

either or but i usually have a tv show playing in the background if not music

do you plan your replies or wing them?

i mostly wing them. sometimes when someone replies i immediately know which way it's gonna go, or sometimes i need to think on it for a couple days to figure out how i wanna phrase things, but mostly i open it and write it on the spot lol

do you enjoy shipping? 

yes! for obi-wan specifically i also yearn for an unrequited love plot ie your muse in love with him

what’s your alias/name?

cassidy

age?

26

birthday?

december 30!

favorite color?

pastel pink and blue. i like allll pastels tho.

favorite song?

it changes but it's almost always a taylor song. ummm right now probabbbbly "you are in love" or "death by a thousand cuts"

last movie you watched?

if we mean rewatched, it was rots. watched for the first time... ummmm does a documentary on the slenderman murders count

last show you watched?

currently rewatching tcw

last song you listened to?

lavender haze according to spotify

favorite food?

right this second my favorite food is literally pizza lunchables but usually it's probably spaghetti

favorite season?

i like both late spring and early fall for the temperatures but spring is probably my favorite for the vibes

do you have a tumblr best friend?

@wihlted @kenoebi and there are other people i love v much but i'm scared to tag anyone else in case they're like ew we aren't that close LMAO

tagged by @wihlted @valorums and i think someone else tagged me but its not showing up now??

TAGGING @maegicks @kenoebi @alootus @sgterso

[enchaentd]

        allie manages to squeeze out an,   “ oh,   okay. ”   even though she really doesn’t get it.   fleeing sounds different than wandering and leaving but they all just mean going away.   and that’s just true,   there’s nothing bad about it except for the shards of her heart that people take with them,   and that’s not even their fault.   it’s just allie.   but she’s more than happy to tuck all of the stuffy,   uncomfortable bits away as liana sits on the edge of the blanket.   and she just lights up.   “ mhm! ”   she opens her basket again,   looking for anything else she could give or offer.   she sets out a little plate of fruit.   “ well,   not all alone,   silly.   usually i end up finding someone,   almost always,   that’s why i bring enough to share.   i don’t-   i don’t like being alone,   really.   sometimes it’s nice ‘cause you can hear the wind,   and stuff.   but i’d rather hear the wind with someone else.   that’s why i’m,   like,   so glad you’re here! ”

" depends, " jyn replies after a beat, biting back the first answer on her tongue, " on what they're fleeing from. " the woman's clear lack of comprehension points to some sort of drug-induced stake because what else could it be ? surely no one could be this clueless and spacey while getting questioned for murder. maybe a change in tactics is necessary. time to start thinking less like a cop and more like a battle strategist –– and to do that, she's going to have to play along, no matter how little she actually wants to. she takes a few steps forward then slowly lowers to the ground on the edge of the picnic blanket, though doesn't take the offered teacup. she's pushing herself far enough as it is ( and all in the name of keeping out of wobani ). " name's liana, " she says, then gestures to the forest around them. " you often do this sort of thing ? drinking tea all alone in the middle of nowhere ? "