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so i’ve been gone for quite a while---and I wanted to bring you all an update. basically, i have been focusing 110% of my energy on college applications. the program i am applying to is extremely competitive and involved. while i still love my characters to death, i just don’t feel like i have the energy to write them anymore. therefore, this blog is going on hiatus. i may remake it when I come back---I’m not too sure. i just wanted to update everyone. i will most likely still be writing on my ao3, and mutuals can always ask for my skype or twitter to keep updated. 

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Lottie has dealt with three of Pazima’s overdoses. After the second (which I’m currently planning to include in future writing), she gets all legal right to oversee any medication Pazima is on. Basically, if someone wants to put or give Pazima anything-painkillers, anesthetics, cold medicine, anything-they need to clear it with Lottie first or, more likely, Lottie gives Pazima the drugs herself.

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ADAM.

The couple’s words from the other room were muddled by distance, drowned out by the dull bum bum bum of Adam’s heartbeat coursing through his head. Distantly, however, he managed to make out Luke’s southern-tinged voice drawling out I don’t know if he’s ready for that. The sentence was patchy, but he could put it together well enough. It shifted his balance upon the situation just a little, made his brows crinkle together as the rest of their conversation faded out of his earshot as their tones lowered. It could have meant anything under the sun – hell, Adam never felt ready for anything – but his investigative nature, a kind term for his perpetual nosiness that just so happened to lend itself nicely to his career choices, made him curious. He couldn’t think on it for too long, however, as drowsiness and drunkenness made his head dip sharply and unexpectedly, and he settled into the soft cushions of the couch. Lottie’s form approached him again, her hands holding damp cloth.

          He met her eyes, mossy brown irises half-covered by eyelids tinged a dusky purple. By the three hours of sleep he had managed the night before that one or a sister injury to his concussion – or, very well, both – one couldn’t tell. “ You two look like you’ve got some shit to figure out, ” Adam said, voice quiet and raspy. His gaze flickered from Lottie to Luke and back again. “ Nothing specific, y’know? And not just because of the bleeding man on your couch, either. ” Understated splaying of his fingers, as if to illustrate a point. “ Y’just strike me as the type’a people who always have a shitton of shit following them around. ” He pointed a languid, bloody finger at Luke, smiling lazily with half his mouth. “ Trust me, I know ‘em when I see ‘em. ”

Lottie followed the line of Adam’s finger, resting her gaze on Luke’s face. She gave a small giggle at his embarrassed face, and nearly chortled at his embarrassed response.

“You heard that?” he asked, scandalized.

Lottie shook her head, turning back to taking care of Adam. “Ignore him,” she said, in reference to Luke. “He can be a bit old-fashioned.”

“I’m not old-fashioned!” he protested. “I just don’t want everyone in the world knowing about our ar-disagreements,” he corrected.

“In any case, Luke is right. It’s none of your business. We have problems, just like any couple. Just like you, in fact.” Lottie raised her eyebrows. “C’mon, you’re one to judge. A little domestic dispute compared to...well, this big one here.” She gestured to the fight by tracing a bruise, brows knitting together as if seeing it for the first time.

She put the rag on the floor, pressing her fingers lightly against his temple. “What did you do to your eye? Did this guy punch you, or did you hit the table, or what?!”

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A very descriptive and detailed profile of your muse. Repost with the information of your muse, including headcanons, etc. If you fail to achieve some of the facts, add some other of your own! When you’re done, tag 15 other people to do the same!

TAGGED BY: @hiddenjedi (thank you!!!) —————————————————————————-

NAME: Charlotte “Lottie” Reynard (born Nadezhda Dorchester). AGE: 16-20 in her main verse. SPECIES: Human. GENDER: Cisgender female. ORIENTATION: Heteroromantic heterosexual. PROFESSION: Assassin | Medic

—————————————————————————- { PHYSICAL ASPECTS } BODY TYPE: Thin, but muscular. Extremely similar to a ballet dancer’s. EYES: Hazel. SKIN: Pale. HEIGHT: 5′2″. WEIGHT: around 120 lbs. 

—————————————————————————- { FAMILY } FAMILY: Pazima Reynard (sister; adopted; deceased) | Todd Greenberg (cousin; adopted; severely estranged) PARENTS: Lel Dorchester (father; adopted; presumed dead) | Vincent Ayger Dorchester (father; adopted; deceased) ANY PETS?: yes [  ] || no [ x] ||

—————————————————————————- { SKILLS } COMBAT: 10/10 SPEED: 9/10 STAMINA: 9/10 INTELLIGENCE: 5/10 TEAMWORK: 7/10

—————————————————————————- { LIKES } COLORS: Ballet pink. SMELLS: Cigarras, baked goods fresh out of the oven, strawberries. FOOD: Anything Coruscanti, cakes, and cookies.  FRUITS: Strawberries, melons. DRINKS: Vodka, cheap ale. ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES? yes [ x] || no [  ] || 
FAVORITES: Sharpening her swords, dancing, new ballet shoes.

—————————————————————————- { OTHER DETAILS } SMOKES? yes [ x] || no [  ] || Occasionally [ ] DRUGS?: yes [ ] || no [ x ] || Occasionally [ ] DRIVER LICENSE?: yes [  ] || no [  ] —————————————————————————- DONE! Now tag other 15 people [ or more/less if you want ]: tbh anyone who wants to!!!

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We could apply for asylum, argue that we don’t know the new dangers that he could face back in Iraq.

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GENERAL SEEKER-KALAR'AA.

“ I was, for a short time. Unfortunately, I wasn’t able to stay long —- business back home. ” She bobbed her head to one side, just so. “ I knew you were there, though. I was happy to feel you in the Force so close to safety again. ” A pause, and Rosalie let out a gentle chuckle, picking up her tumbler again and swirling the dark liquid inside. “ Sorry, ” she said, thickly lilted voice dipping low with a casual rasp. “ I know you feel strange about that. ”

“Oh. Good to celebrate with your family, I guess.”

She took a smaller sip of wine, (small for her, at least) wiping the excess liquid from her lips. Her hand shook unconsciously as she set the glass down, running it through her thick hair. “’S alright. I don’t feel strange about talkin’ about it, it’s, well, I’m just sick of people asking stupid questions. Y’know, what torture was like, or how I escaped, or-well, I guess you wouldn’t know.” Lottie went quiet for a moment, realizing she was babbling again. She could almost hear Pazima’s smooth voice scolding her.

She took a deep sigh, putting a smile on her face. “Anyway, yeah, Endor was nice. I was safer than you’d know.”

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For Lottie: Vampire: Someone offers you a chance at immortality. Do you take it, and why or why not?

MONSTER-THEMED IC ASKS: ACCEPTING.

“Heh. You should know above anyone, Rosalie, it’s a sin to live longer than ya should. Didn’t you learn that when you were a Jedi?”

“I’m certainly not gonna live forever. An’ I don’t wanna. If someone said I could, I wouldn’t wanna take it.” She says her words with a morbid finality, the voice of someone well acquainted with death.

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ϟ Monsters-themed Asks!

Vampire: Someone offers you a chance at immortality. Do you take it, and why or why not?

Werewolf: If you had to spend your life with just one person, who would it be?

Witch: If you could change one thing about the world, what would it be?

Ghost: Do you have any regrets?

Frankenstein: Is someone telling you how to live your life, or are you an independent person?

Mummy: If you were to fall into an eternal sleep, do you think anyone would miss you?

Zombie: Do you miss anyone right now?

Faerie: If you could get away with anything, what would you do?

Nymph: What are you like when you’re by yourself?

Mermaid: How far would you go to keep the one you love?

Shapeshifter: What would you change about yourself?

Banshee: If you knew one of your loved ones/best friends had only one day left to live, how would you spend that last day with them?

Siren: If you could make anyone do anything, what would you make them do?

Genie: If you had one wish that would come true and couldn’t be reversed, what would you ask for?

Fury: What is a word/phrase that you dread to hear?

Incubus: What would someone have to do to get in your pants?

Succubus: What’s one thing you can’t live without?

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I am a woman built upon the wreckage of myself.

Chris Cleave, Incendiary 

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ϟ Monsters-themed Asks!

Vampire: Someone offers you a chance at immortality. Do you take it, and why or why not?

Werewolf: If you had to spend your life with just one person, who would it be?

Witch: If you could change one thing about the world, what would it be?

Ghost: Do you have any regrets?

Frankenstein: Is someone telling you how to live your life, or are you an independent person?

Mummy: If you were to fall into an eternal sleep, do you think anyone would miss you?

Zombie: Do you miss anyone right now?

Faerie: If you could get away with anything, what would you do?

Nymph: What are you like when you’re by yourself?

Mermaid: How far would you go to keep the one you love?

Shapeshifter: What would you change about yourself?

Banshee: If you knew one of your loved ones/best friends had only one day left to live, how would you spend that last day with them?

Siren: If you could make anyone do anything, what would you make them do?

Genie: If you had one wish that would come true and couldn’t be reversed, what would you ask for?

Fury: What is a word/phrase that you dread to hear?

Incubus: What would someone have to do to get in your pants?

Succubus: What’s one thing you can’t live without?

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DANI.

Her mirthless laughter follows her out of the hangar at the mere suggestion. She would not die this day, nor the next.

she’d died before a mess of unknowns and reawakening haze of pain loss fear—-

Head shook sharply, ripping herself out from that train of thought.

The stormtroopers are closer to her than the hangar now, she guesses, and follows the closest sound of clattering boots around a corner. The butt of the rifle rises in an instant, smashing into the helm of one of the Empire’s white soldiers. It doesn’t hurt him much, but it staggers him long enough–a blast from the rifle is promptly placed into the chestplate.

Surgical, cold. There was no time for compassion.

Wedge noticed the woman pausing for a moment. It caught his eye, simply because he knew it all too well. Flashbacks. At the least opportune moment. 

His own rifle (modified by the best, Pazima) helps to shoot the stormtroopers with ease. Even with his shooting, and Dani’s impressive fighting, the stormtroopers continue to bombard the hangar.

“If we ever wanna get outta here, we’re gonna need some backup,” he calls to the woman, his voice juxtaposed with staccato blaster shots. “Let me comm some of my troops. They can fly in here in a few.”

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SELF-KNOWLEDGE QUESTIONNAIRE

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NEEDINESS:  Being affirmed and nurtured by others is a central requirement for you to feel safe. This means you can be slow to warm up to other people, which is difficult because what you most need from them is their warmth. Yet you know how to be vulnerable: to let down your defences and accept that you need another person. This lack of pretence is a valuable trait, and ultimately more endearing than the macho efforts others make to deny their childlike sides.

AGGRESSION:  One part of your character is anger in all its forms: frustration, outrage – and when anger is suppressed – bitterness, grumpiness, and bodily aches. Fundamentally, frustration comes from hope: you get upset because you expect your life will be more than a valley of tears. One way to deny aggression is to direct it inwards, as self-criticism. But you’re at your best when you acknowledge anger, and act it out clearly and in a focussed way, with honour.

EXHIBITIONISM:  There’s a strand in your nature which loves making an impression – perhaps with your clothes, or conversation, or in a self-revealing blog or a novel. You like to dramatise yourself, to pose as a unique, perhaps mysterious person, to joke or exaggerate your part in adventures. Though you might more than once have been called a show off, it is actually a generous tendency: you want to please and entertain others. It could be the start of good teaching and leadership.

RATIONALITY:  You like clarity and intelligent simplicity and you get frustrated at messy thinking. This can make you seem unreasonably pushy to some, but it is actually a virtue: you are motivated by a horror at pointless effort and a longing for precision and insight into how things and people work. Your ability to synthesise and bring order is essential in producing thinking which is truly helpful.

INDEPENDENCE:  You don’t set out to be different for its own sake; you are more easily guided by what interests and moves you. You are more concerned about what is right for you than about the pressure to fit in. In sex you are more aware than others of impulses which are not entirely conventional. You know the value of selective irresponsibility, of forgetting occasionally about being ‘good’.

ORDERLINESS:  You love it when everything is neat and tidy: when there is a proper way of doing things, and you can tick things off the to-do list and know where everything is. So others, at times, are to you unbearably sloppy and messy. And you run into things that can’t be ordered (a child, a partner, a colleague at work) which drives you slightly nuts. But your desire for order is a good one when it is focussed where it is needed and when you’re okay with a bit of mess.

AUTHORITY:  You are good at making decisions; you have a clear sense of what needs to be done and what others should be doing. Played out inside yourself, this tendency drives you to value willpower and self-control. You may be accused of bossiness. But acting on your desire to dissuade, restrain or guide is often appreciated by others – who might secretly like a clear direction, and some firmness.

AGGRESSION: see Lottie’s!

PLAYFULNESS:  You are good at seeing what’s funny, at relaxing and finding the pleasure of the moment. Play is random, whimsical, fantasy-driven behaviour which releases internal tension. Because it is detached from some pressures it allows you to act on weirder, perhaps neglected, parts of yourself. The downside is that it is no help in sticking with things that are not much fun but which need to be addressed. So it is well complemented by its opposite, Stoicism.

REVERENCE:  One part of you dreams of giving yourself up – perhaps just for a while – to a hero or mentor. In the right circumstances you can flourish by letting go of your ego. In your inner life, reverence plays out as a willing submission to your own conscience. In the outside world, you might get frustrated searching for something worth believing in – a country, a person, a company – but you will always be open to feeling respect, admiration and wonder.

AGGRESSION: see Lottie’s!

ORDERLINESS: see Pazima’s!

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just updated my rules. basically; i am of age (have been since August 17), but no smut will appear on this blog.

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helloooo!!! as you can tell, I was back today! I got my wisdom teeth out today, so I will be around this weekend as I’m basically just sitting around lol. i posted a new chapter of piledriver waltz (finally)! watch that space for more writing as I’m hoping to post some more as I’m recovering.

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PRINCESS LEIA.

Leia lowered her brow at the familiar face as he walked into her line of vision. “Don’t give me that look, Wedge. I come to the cantina all the time.” It was half a lie – she came often on business, or to seek out contacts, but she hadn’t gone for pleasure in a long while. It had been months since Leia had relaxed at all, let alone taken a night off. “Glad to see you too. I miss anything interesting?”

“You do?” Wedge senses the half-truth, but doesn’t comment.  “We seem to be missing each other-then again, I have been drinking at home more often. In any case, I’d love to see you here more.” His last sentence is definitely a hint of flirtation, the alcohol making him just a tad braver.

“Ah. No, not much here-unless you count the Rogues destroying one of the bar tables as ‘anything interesting.’”

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REIN LI VALE.

                        ❝  Ah, do forgive me. Psychometry is the ability to read objects through touch; to find out things about events that took place around it. Sometimes it even works on people,  ❞  she clarifies finally with a sheepish smile. 

                            The nature of the look on her face is slightly amplified by the given compliment ( given she never did know how to react to those ).  ❝  Classier, you say? That’s an interesting choice of word of choice. Somehow I feel as though I’ve lost a fair deal of class over the past many years-— but you have my thanks.  ❞ 

                             The finality of her sentence is punctuated by the arrival at their destination or, rather, their first destination. From here on, they have yet to descend into the planets lower levels to avoid detection.   For the time being, however, Rein finds herself in need of a defence against the overwhelming degree of NOSTALGIA that hits her like a tidal wave.  ❝  –––– Is it? Could you … describe the sights to me?  ❞  She doesn’t really need sight anymore, but the visual image of the planet beyond the energy it expels is all but an outdated memory at present.

Lottie notices the woman’s voice, wistful, but almost accidental. As if she did not want, or really mean to convey it. It’s one she knows too well-the two women were, after all, going to a planet that was very much a home, albeit at different times.

“Of course,” Lottie said, getting up and sitting in a chair near the pilot’s. “It’s-well, the light, it’s almost blinding. You can see the big ships even from this far away, zoomin’ about. All the buildings-at least on this level-they stick out like...like candles, really, havin’ all that light at the top of ‘em. Every color you could imagine, an’ probably some ya ‘aven’t. It looks like those toys you give a child. Movin’ their li’le ships back an’ forth through a fake city, but it’s real.”

Her voice is cracking a little. She’s home. She never even considered the upper levels her home. In fact, in a way, she hates them-a symbol of tyranny, they people who destroyed her home. She almost laughed at herself. If she was getting this emotional just at the surface, when they reached the disgusting, artificially lit, dangerous levels where she grew up, she might weep with joy.

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GENERAL SEEKER-KALAR'AA.

“ Help yourself. Please. ” She meant it, no jesting humor behind the remark; she knew who she was dealing with. There was, however, a gentle cant to her lips, friendly and welcoming as it always had been. Another sip, demure compared to Lottie’s eager gulps, and Rosalie set her glass down, lacing half-gloved fingers atop one knee, folded over the other.

          “ I was so glad to hear of your freedom, Miss Reynard. I would have seen you sooner, had I the time. ”

A reddish eyebrow raised, taking a sip of alcohol as the assassin mentally noted the silence of her friend. In any other situation, she may have made a comment on her posture, or perhaps, just how she was-sprawled across the chair and gulping down alcohol by the glass. Her prison sentence may have been five months ago to her, but to most, this was the first time they had seen post-prison Lottie. It was as Luke said-everyone would tread lightly around her. Lighter than usual, at least.

“’Fanks,” she said, in-between gulps. “’S not your fault. I couldn’t really show my face after. I ‘ad to hide.”

“I coulda seen ya on Endor. Were you there?”