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‘  why  are  you  staring  so  ?  ’ ( for zovan from eris! ) ›› @etoilebleu

                    his brows rose as the soldier settled heavily onto the stone step, leaning elbows upon knees with clasped hands.   this was the sort of mess he absolutely despised, the sort he attempted to avoid at all costs.   yet, there they were.     ❝  i’m trying to decide if you’re incredibly smart or incredibly stupid.  ❞     truly, who would purposefully sneak about any sort of military camp, imperial or rebellion, without any real backup, let alone if they didn’t have to?   

                    her, apparently.   

                    dark gaze dropping to the dusty flagstones, he couldn’t help the smirk which twisted his lips, a shoulder lifting brusquely.     ❝  i’m leaning toward stupid.  ❞     he had no qualms in causing offense.   thankfully, she was so incredibly lucky that one of the sentries took a chance, and this woman needed to understand that.   civilians had no place in this, and her curiosity nearly ended her life.  

                    all seeming joviality disappeared beneath a cloak of severity, zovan holding two fingers a hair’s breadth apart.     ❝  after all, you were this close to getting shot.  ❞     and what an even greater mess that would’ve been…

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I love them 😭

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                    chaos ripped through the very sky, reflected upon a thousand facets of shredded metal.   tucked atop one of those mounds, drawn by the promise of something spectacular, a blow like no other yet felled against the imperials that beset their planet.  and it was that, spectacular, flames shooting higher than any other with each explosion.   even if every fire crew on the planet arrived in that very moment, he doubted even all that beingpower would be able to salvage the facility.   

                    good riddance.

                    he should turn away, creep back home and into his almost too small bed, before there was any chance of the imperials surrounding the place, attempting to corral any perpetrator too slow to escape, but something kept him watching.   one more minute…   another explosion drew his gaze and a oh so familiar short shape emerged from the flames to collapse onto the ground before them.

                    heart leaping into his throat, he only realized he’d began to move when the scrap metal tore at his clothes in his ungainly scramble down.   there was so little time for anyone, but especially for someone who had somehow escaped such an inferno, let alone if the kid couldn’t get up before the security forces arrived.   it only took a minute, and more than a few scratches for him to fall to his knees by the younger boy’s side.

                    it only took another ten seconds for him to as carefully ease hiro’s body into his arms as he dared, wincing with each noise the boy let out.   pain was something he was still uncomfortable with, even as the blood settled onto his skin without a second thought.   the soft, barely understandable words spilling from the other’s mouth furrowed his brow.     ❝  you’ve got to be quiet, kid.  ❞     he didn’t know enough, didn’t know if talking made someone in this state weaker.

                    he almost chuckled, almost, at hiro’s insistence over taking him to his ship, knowing full well no such thing would happen.     ❝  i don’t think we have the time for that.  ❞     not with the imperials soon to be swarming all over this place.  he heaved the boy cradled in his arms as gently as he could manage, attempting to settle the weight so he could perhaps walk a bit faster.     ❝  don’t fall asleep on me now.  ❞

HARD TO FIND PROMPTS // accepting ░ CRADLE :  sender picks up the injured / unconscious receiver and holds them close to their chest, carrying them to safety.

“ Skrag - keep RUNNING, trooper ! I’m right BEHIND you ! ” Muffled alarms blared in the distance, buried beneath the blood rushing in his ears. Breaths STRAINED, pained grunt escaping with every FORCED movement. Legs felt wobbly, arm braced against the wall, the opposite wrapped tightly around his waist, fingers curling beneath dripping plating. Lights FLICKERED, facility rocking on its foundation as another blast detonated. Though SKILLED in battle, Hiro should have known better than to INFILTRATE alone - at one point or another, he would become outnumbered. Had he not PROMISED to keep the Force at bay ( keep your secret, Hiro… please ), he would have FLATTENED the facility in mere minutes. But, little genius had succeeded in just that and MORE. Stumbling from the door, he barely cleared its frame before another EXPLOSION rumbled through the area, sending him toppling to the ground.

Instinctively, he curled, the taste of IRON on his tongue, rough cough sounding more wet than DRY. Eyes squeezed tight, PAIN pulsing from the shot in his side, pinched between armor plates, pressure slackening as time dragged on. The ALARMS warbled into the distance, sounds of crackling fire and groaning steel fading with every labored breath. Don’t die, don’t die, don’t die. Eyes fought to open, catching glimpses of INFERNO’S glow before they fell shut. Ragged breaths drew in and shook out, child SEEKING the guidance of the Force he knew he SHOULDN’T. I am one with the Force… and the Force is with me. I am one with the Force…

PAIN exploded along his side as he felt movement. SOMEONE was picking him up and, for a split second, he was back at the Temple and a clone’s voice was murmuring encouragement for him to SURVIVE. But, this wasn’t the Temple and his brother wasn’t HERE. Arm moved to brace against the body of the person picking him up ( who was picking him up exactly ? ), surprised that not only was he off of the ground, but he was being MOVED rather quickly. “ Wh-wha’s happen’n…? ” Why was talking so HARD ? Words were slurring slightly, good eye opening to attempt seeing who was apparently CARRYING him. The face looked FAMILIAR - someone he’d met prior to his attack on the FACILITY. He squinted slightly. “ Z-Zovan…? ” His vision was swimming, a low groan escaping him as he squeezed both eyes shut once more, head lulling to the side, resting in what he assumed was the space between shoulder and chest. “ N-need t’get… t’my ship. ”

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The 30th - Billie Eilish

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‘  the  real  story  isn’t  half  as  pretty  as  the  one  you’ve  heard.  ’ ( Chewie to Zovan ) ›› @croyant

                    he took comfort in the small things, how his thumbs slid over the canteen between his hands, the rough pads catching on his knife etched name.   it was all they had in these desperate times.   for those who hadn’t shed all but everything, he did feel, remembering the pain of shedding things he was not ready to lose.     ❝  it rarely is.  ❞     at least now he could step back from it all, give himself the distance necessary to go on.   to fight.

                    a dark chuckle reverberated in his chest, though not a mite of it reached his features.   he wasn’t asking for the truth of it from the wookiee, but it would be interesting.     ❝  let me guess… there was a lot less certainty and whole lot more screaming.  ❞

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Testing a new style. <3

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                    it was not often that he felt some measure of surprise, especially where so many fell into such rote behaviors.   whether the engineer would prove any different in the long run was yet to be seen.     ❝  krennic, was it?  ❞     in these troubled times, so many of his kind scurried about the stars, putting together the senate’s broken toys… instead of bolstering the military’s infrastructure.   a foolhardy choice.     ❝  i would hardly expect you to be still on coruscant and yet, here you are.  ❞

— @debelltio

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ANA DE ARMAS AS CAROLINA LARRIERA IN SERGIO (2020)

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‘  the  real  story  isn’t  half  as  pretty  as  the  one  you’ve  heard.  ’ / Tarkin ›› @debelltio

                      how disappointing.   an even pivot on a single boot heel to face the ridiculous man set the stage aptly, he believed, ice flint gaze pinning the other upon the board.   at least there was some amusement in watching him flutter.     ❝  do not be so presumptuous, director.  ❞     an unfortunate promotion, necessary for krennic’s unreasonably successful exploits, for once, but like any other thing approaching praise, so likely to go to his head.   doubly unfortunate was the unlikelihood of this incident ending in demotion.   this time.

                      one’s usefulness can always end.

                      hands clasped loosely behind, the governor languidly strode toward the engineer, seeming flippancy belying the frigidity of his features… or his tone.     ❝  the tale that has been told might not be flattering to your ego, but that does not preclude its potential for truth.  ❞     whether truly of his own making or the work of others, krennic’s project was far more prone to disaster than most others, forcing delay upon delay.   yet, it was a useful tool for him at the emperor’s behest.   any being with such power growing beneath their boots can never be permitted to feel as if they were on firm ground.

                      he paused, lip twisting toward a hint of disdain with a casted glance at the man’s ever present accessory.     ❝  i can hardly expect more from yours, with your penchant for… embellishment.  ❞     as he had said before and will say again: ridiculous.

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There, in the presence of God, I understood at last how love could release us all from the power of darkness. Our love is stronger than death. Winona Ryder as Mina Harker in Bram Stoker’s Dracula (1992) dir. Francis Ford Coppola

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scoundrvls​    »    ( HUDU SHIV ) :​

𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐌. vents produced clouds of it in overlapping intervals, shrouding the terrain in a permanent crepuscular veil. flora here grew fat off the moisture and nutrients constantly expunged from the lithosphere. trees, with bark denser than krayt scales, stubbornly grew in massive groves. their roots, broader than a man, broke through the rocky soil and locked themselves into gnarled postures. grasses formed a patchwork of tall, salted strands that quivered as the planet’s active upper mantle rumbled. cerulean eyes outlined in sulfur dotted what landscape was spared the primordial woodland.

      massive amounts of heat hid the hunter from unwelcome thermal scanners.

                                                      but so too did it shield his prey.

      hudu shiv was a slip of a man. tall, unburdened by excess. not a creature of flesh and blood, but bone and steel. his growl, a timber dredged up from a molten hellscape, reverberated like a monster come to life in the condensed air.

      ❝ i’m not here to fight a man, mereel. ❞

      thousands of gallons of superheated water erupted into the sky, blinding the infrared spectrum with a flash of scalding white. the massive geyser stretched twenty-four meters, dousing the pale yellow rock at its anchor in vaporous welts. the eruption lasted less than a minute before it violently collapsed in a curtain. residual gallons evaporated before striking the ground, parting like a canyon of smoke around a sulfur rock. perched upon it was shiv, crouched on one knee, his target squarely in his rifle’s sights.

      ❝ i’m here to put down a dog. ❞ said the echo of a firing stud’s swift click.

                   the fine, dark hairs which rested against his neck prickled in the roaring silence of the geyser, all other sounds obscured in its violent gush.   something wasn’t right…   as the waters fell, dashing themselves into a steaming cloud upon the rocks, he glanced over his shoulder and into death.     ❝  osik!  “     it was a shift of mere centimeters, but not quite fast enough to avoid the spray of splinters from the shattered, deadened outer bark, to not feel the searing near miss of the shot through the neck of his suit.

                    though the ancient trunk could shield him well, there was little sense in remaining in place against such an opponent, not when his sightline was frequently obscured and the other just as nimble.   determination was an able weapon, but no amount of skill, of training, of intelligence could prevent his death if he remained on the back foot.

                   maneuvering across the volcanic forest would have been treacherous under even the most ideal of conditions, but while avoiding the deadeye of fellow mandalorian and searching for ground which could provide him the advantage?   better than he expose himself to his enemy than fall into a boiling mudpot, or trip into one of the vents, to cook alive.   his opponent chose his ambush well.     ❝  if i were a dog, i would be long dead.  ❞     the mocking chuckle came easily even under these conditions, arms burning as he lugged himself over dampened boulders, always seeking to place impenetrable objects between him and his pursuer.     ❝  men are much harder to kill.  ❞

                   armor grinding against the bubbled surface of the rock, he turned onto his front toward where he last spotted a flash of movement, barrel hidden amongst the features of higher ground.     ❝  still don’t want to fight, shiv?  ❞

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Clans of Mandalore

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you’re not a monster , you’re just human . (to jaster from mando wars era rey) ›› @graysistance

                    helm newly cradled between his hands, the mandalorian lowered himself down into an easy crouch, eye to eye with the small girl tucked underneath the locker’s bottom shelf.   an excellent hiding place…   if there hadn’t been a vod across the room when one of the others opened it, she would have been entirely unnoticed.   at such honest words, jaster couldn’t help the airy chuckle which rose in his throat.     ❝  you’re just full of insights, aren’t you, ad'ika?  ❞     she was braver than she appeared.   to be so quiet with the sounds of so many strange soldiers tramping through the house half destroyed house, a clever one too.

                    setting his helmet upon the shattered floor tiles, he gave the top a soft tap.   now, if he could only get her out of her little corner without absolutely destroying the progress they seem to be making.     ❝  since i’m not one, why don’t you come out of there?  ❞    the man beckoned to her with a crook of his fingers, lips set into a gentle smile.   soft did not come easy to him in any way now, but for a child who has likely been holed up here alone since the battle, with no threat immediate, he could manage a little.   better feeling a little awkward than drag an ad out kicking, biting, and screaming.

                    with a slight twinkle in his eye, he jerked his head toward the curious others, most still helmeted, as they should be.      ❝  you’re safe; i swear none of the others are monsters either, same as me.  ❞

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[ DROP ] : sender unexpectedly collapses in front of receiver, having suddenly received a serious wound. / either Bo or Tarkin ›› @debelltio

                     typical clearing procedure, that was all it was… through why krennic’s pretentious ass would be along, she still didn’t know.   perhaps her sister had finally tired of dealing with his constant inanity and thrust him on the rest of them.   what use he would be, she could hardly understand, though any need seemed unlikely at this point.   over an hour, they combed these city ruins, searching for any imperial presence left behind and nothing but a trap or two revealed itsel-

                     the crack sounded as if the sky spit in two, ending far too near, a guess only confirmed by the former imperial crumpling in front of her.

                     ❝  krennic!  ❞     never once did she ever believe she would be calling his name in anything but in the same breath as an insult.   the thought hardly stopped her leap over his body, backplate taking the brunt of another shot from the sniper’s nest, nearly toppling her on top of him, as the mandalorian tucked her arms beneath his.   a shout unconsciously leapt from her lips as she heaved him up enough to drag the few steps to cover.

                     breath heaving in her chest, she hardly paid more than half an ear to the chaos unfolding about them, their compatriots laying down suppressing fire as others attempted to approach close enough to the gunman to put an end to their threat against them all.   instead, beneath her laid scorched skin and blackened cloth edging the gaping plasma wound which threatened a man’s every breath.    ❝ osik…   hold on!  ❞

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History is on the move, Captain. Those who cannot keep up will be left behind, to watch from a distance. And those who stand in our way will not watch at all.

Star Wars: The Thrawn Trilogy (1991-1993) by Timothy Zahn