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tfw you instantly clock AI generated art on your dash but you don't wanna nag someone who likely has no idea

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             𝚂𝙾𝙻𝙾 𝚆𝙰𝚂𝙽’𝚃 𝚂𝚄𝚁𝙴 𝙷𝙾𝚆 𝙰𝙽𝚈𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝙲𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳 𝚂𝙾𝚄𝙽𝙳 𝚂𝙾 𝙲𝙾𝙽𝙵𝙸𝙳𝙴𝙽𝚃  of their future survival when just an hour ago, teshin acknowledged the grim reality that he was one man pitted against an entire planet of dangers, which suggested this evacuation still had the potential to misfire in ways he couldn’t begin to imagine.  moreover, teshin's buddies—students?  ‘warframe’ was what he’d called them, as well as ‘tenno’, but han had yet to place whether these ‘warframes’ classified as highly advanced droids or simply humanoids manning mech units—whatever.  it didn’t inspire much hope either way. the hell did he mean by ‘IF’ one of them chose to help out?  since when did emergency aid come with preexisting conditions?  that was hardly common practice, at least in han’s ample experience as both a seasoned spacer and a former imperial lieutenant.

not unless there was good reason behind it.

❝listen, about what you said last night—y’know, before you had trinity take point,❞ han began in a low, careful voice, his tone neutral as they trekked into a wide but shallow stream dividing the grasslands.  frigid water bled into his boots within seconds, and han grappled against the urge to shrivel up when the current climbed to his thighs, lapping just below his groin.   ❝been chewin’ on that.❞

well, more than just that—and never mind the fact trinity had yet to return from scouting ahead.  although a part of him wanted to ask about her, to know if she was all right, han knew he couldn’t keep his mouth shut for much longer.

of all the things teshin could have disclosed about the tenno, he singled out the risk of allowing them to know too much about both himself and the system he hailed from, then described the potential ramifications should the tenno ever discover worlds beyond their own.  portraying the tenno as youthful and impressionable, almost as though they weren’t towering mechanical constructs but curious little younglings still learning the difference between right and wrong, was as absurd as it was baffling.

sure, han could concede that yesterday was a chaotic, inexplicable sequence of events, and yeah, he almost died more times than he could count on both hands, which, in his overall twenty-six years of existence, was only about two or seven near misses, give or take.  but he saw how trinity had conducted herself, her ability to hold her own in battle against those raving soldiers, and the way she mended his mangled leg with whatever hyper-advanced medical technology she possessed.

not exactly kid-adjacent activities.

❝sorta sounded like you don't trust ’em,❞ han ventured as they waded through now waist-deep water, his gaze fixed on teshin’s back with the same cautious scrutiny as the day before, half expecting a reaction, or at least some sort of verbal pushback.  shrike had been inexplicably prideful of his ‘students’, too, including all that so much as related to his profession.  however, when none came, han pulled at the gaping hole in his trousers, inspecting the fabric through the clear water as though it wasn’t shredded beyond repair before pressing on, the cold seeping past skin and straight into bone, setting his teeth on edge.

❝t-trinity—she’s one of ’em, ain’t she?  tenno. your pupil, too.  so, do you trust her?  say you were in my boots, blasted right out of the sky and left for dead on some backwater planet.  if you called, w-would she come runnin’?❞

If there were to be any true signs that this stranger was definitely not from the Sol system, or perhaps lived under a rock his entire life, then it was the lacking terminology for the Tenno that had paused to aid the two of them. At first there is no response to the question, but his mind does toil for a spell over the fact that the Tenno had indeed been away from some time. It was no easy mission to force an Eidolon into submission; sometimes they won the night and retreat was a necessity.

Teshin would rather keep Han's exposure to the Tenno as brief as possible for as long as he could. First impressions were certainly important, and giving him the idea that any Warframe he encountered would readily help was going to be an unlikely end. Many of them hacked and slashed their way through whatever objective the Lotus, or any not obviously hostile party, gave them so long as a reward was found by the end. How many had become causalities for being in the wrong place, at the wrong time?

"I will attempt to hail them. Prepare yourself accordingly if I find no response," he says with no betrayal of his feelings towards the situation. Setting a beacon out in the open would be simple enough but getting the two of them there intact, even with the rising sun and retreating Sentients, would certainly be a far more daunting task. Plenty of monsters roamed free in the sunlight.

True to his word Teshin speaks for the aid of his Cephalon to relay his request from help, to any Tenno that specialized in mending. However, he refused to sit still and wait. They were no longer high up and out of sight.

"They will find us, if they so choose to give us aid. Until then, we are moving. I will do what I can to keep the both of us safe, but I am only one man against an entire planet of dangers."

Teshin gestures with a motion of his head for Han to follow him, and then begins walking. He offers no comfort of conversation as they travel, either. Their travel would already make more noise than he was comfortable with and betraying any further information to potential enemies was not something he was keen about. Time ticks on around them and it does not take long to break through the densest part of the forest, a glimpse into the rolling hills of tanned grasses, dotted with the encampments of dangerous soldiers still waking and preparing to throw away their meager lives. Part of him remains ever surprised that Vay Hek allowed them so long to prepare, and another knows it is only so they can be certain no crazed towering monsters were still roaming in the shadows.

"The Tenno who healed you before is no longer nearby. There are others, but none offer healing. You will survive regardless." He states without looking back to his travel companion.

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ill-timed bliss is finding yourself home alone with no plans for the rest of the evening and having absolutely no muse because you havent had time to write

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10 Things I Hate About You (1999)

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week one with the relatives: just came back from a huge family dinner/reunion after more of my relatives flew in from different states to see my relatives who flew in from overseas... totally brain fried now so plotting stuff will have to wait til tomorrow! just gonna kick back with sims tonight 'n waste away. hope y'all have had a great day!!

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nya :3

             ❝uh-huh.❞

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             𝙴𝙰𝚂𝚈 𝚃𝙾 𝙿𝚄𝚃 𝙰 𝙽𝙰𝙼𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚃𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝙸𝙽 𝙻𝚄𝙺𝙴’𝚂 𝚅𝙾𝙸𝙲𝙴: 𝙰𝙽𝙶𝙴𝚁 𝙵𝙾𝚁𝚃𝙸𝙵𝙸𝙴𝙳 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 𝙸𝙽𝙲𝚁𝙴𝙳𝚄𝙻𝙸𝚃𝚈 , echoing the same righteous passion solo remembered from years past, when yavin 4’s rebel base thrummed with chaos and his looming debt to jabba took priority above all else, even as sky-blue eyes bore down on him, desperate to hold him accountable, to pin him in place.  an inexplicable emotion pressed up against his chest then, frighteningly close to his heart.

shrike, despicable and irredeemable bastard that he was, had a point when he spoke of camaraderie.  it was a transitory means of survival at best, a last-ditch effort taken up only during the direst of circumstances.  at worst, it was a burden heavy enough to put a man six feet under.  companionship was a luxury, not a necessity—that always danced on a precarious tightrope between desire and disillusionment.  han knew it was best to stay out of it all, and he’d kept his distance for years up until then, allowing no close involvements, nothing that could jeopardize independence in its most fundamental form.

those were the days when han solo was certain that his life belonged to him and he alone.

none of that changed when chewbacca came around, nor did it when han steered the ’falcon straight into the fray, shooting down the tie fighters hounding red-five.  it remained unaltered even when the kid all but leapt into his arms after destroying the death star, or when he damned the cowardice of those who would abandon a good man to die before plunging himself into the frozen desolate tundra of hoth.  it wasn’t until bespin, where all that he knew and would ever know came to an abrupt end, then emerging from carbonite, blind and helpless, that the seismic upheaval of change rocked his existence and flipped the world on its head.

solo had learned to weigh his battles since then, both the victories and the few crushing defeats.  told himself it was chewie who had blunted his acerbic corellian tongue, and it wasn’t at all because of a sun-kissed blond who cared for han solo like he was worth loads more than the bounty pinned to his head, or how those piercing blue eyes always looked up at han like he was — like he was a 𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑶.

han swallowed against that same growing tightness in his throat and settled luke’s gloved hand between them, gentle as his fingers coiled around warm synth-leather.

              ❝yeah, maybe,❞ he conceded at last. ❝y’know, the hospital they stashed me in felt off from the start.  nurses spilled that it’s ancient, from way back in the days of the old republic.  said they got some kind of system built in to ward off mystics…❞

han shot a sidelong glance at the kid, noting an intricate mixture of emotions playing on his face—an indignant distinction tucked beneath a layer of contrition—before it vanished, smoothed away in an instant.  han wished he didn’t loathe seeing it.

❝kid, dampen down your power core, will ya?❞  yet his chuckle rang contrived, clipped by a hoarseness in his throat.  ❝look, m’sure it was an honest mistake.  someone frinked up somewhere down the line ’n now they’re as out of the loop as you.❞  it wouldn’t be surprising, considering the rebel’s entire communication network had been a tangled mess of outdated systems patched together with little more than wire and mesh tape.

The sudden wave of anger and bitterness took the younger male by surprise; despite his lack of direct contact with Han, he'd trusted palace officials to keep him abreast of the proceedings on Corellia and obviously, that intelligence was flawed.

"I've had one or two run-ins with a stubborn Corellian." Luke offered half-heartedly, much too concerned over the possibility that the updates he'd been fed were deliberately misleading. This wasn't some small, back-water planet; Corellia was vital to the New Republic's survival.

Han's recounting of the situation on his home planet further soured the occasion and Luke's shoulders once again buckled under guilt and remorse. "It's going to take a long time and effort to undo the damage that the Emperor inflicted on the galaxy; physical, emotional and psychological." Luke offered, not entirely sure his input would help anyone feel better about the situation brewing throughout the galaxy.

They entered the taxi, the pilot droid's request for a destination ignored in light of Han's revelation.

"That's impossible. I would have known."

Resisting the Emperor, and guiding his father to redemption; Luke considered his connection to the force and his skills in wielding the power it provided irrefutable. He was a Jedi. Yet, he had failed to pick up on the well-being of the only other person besides Leia that he loved.

"I-I should have known." his words came forth filled with confusion and guilt, "Through the force, through the people we trust, I should have known."

He turned in his seat, entirely focused on Han. Both hands reached out and encompassed the other man's as the cabin turned uncomfortably silent.

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I'm sick of internet negativity, so let's combat it: reblog this and saying something nice/pay a compliment to the prev in the tags.

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so my relatives are staying in the country for the next two months. looks like this is gonna cut into my time for hobbies. i'll update my banner to say low activity soon!

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             𝙿𝙸𝙲𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙰𝚃 𝙰 𝙵𝙴𝚆 𝚂𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙲𝙷𝙴𝚂 𝙾𝚅𝙴𝚁𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙳 ,  solo peered up from the dashboard, one hand wrapping tightly around the hyperdrive lever as the ’falcon broke coruscant’s atmosphere, seamlessly weaving through tangled webs of repulsorlift traffic encompassing the planet.  hazel eyes glimpsed the onboard systems a final time, and when the passenger safety indication lights flicked on, he pulled the lever.  the jump threw han backward into his seat, the endless black sea beyond the forward viewport pulling and stretching until everything bloomed into stark white streaks of light, the visual echoes of star systems rushing past at an incomprehensible speed.

hells, he’d never get tired of that.

han’s grin held strong for the next few minutes he spent checking flight controls and his onboard communicator.  however, seeing his inbox had no waiting transmissions was… strange, to say the least.  chewbacca normally checked in at least once a standard rotation, sometimes twice in a single rotation if he was desperate for a distraction from malla and the rowdy cubs.  only two rotations ago were five messages waiting in his inbox, though three of the five were holoimages of the baby cubs and a newly seeded garden.

the memory twisted down the corners of han’s mouth, just as the safety indication lights flickered off in his periphery.  although troubled by the unforeseen predicament, han unbuckled himself and stalked out of the cockpit in search of turner.  with the ’falcon hurtling through subspace, there was no way in hell han could broadcast a message without it warping into an incomprehensible mess of static, let alone attempt to get a hold of chewbacca in real time… carding a hand through messy brown locks, the corellian curbed the abrupt rise of panic from below his collar bones.

             fat chance the empire broke through the rebel starship brigade encircling kashyyyk.  chewbacca was just… busy.   yeah, busy. ❝need a hand with that?❞ han offered, hip cocked and arms folded over his chest as he leaned up against the threshold of the main hold.  ❝if not, let’s grab a bite.  i’m starved.❞

His errands consisted of getting spare parts for his cameras and robots he needed to repair. Along with finding out information about the Emperor and his servant Vader. The man who had his face. Having used the Force to disgust himself while he was out on Coruscant, he also used the gift that Jinn taught him. To mask his Force signature. If he didn't, he would have been found out as soon as he landed here.

Carrying the bag of parts was not nearly as hard for him. He kept his strength up while on the desert planet. His routines consisted of his Jedi training exercises. Something he couldn't give up. While he was there on the Outer Rim, he taught the younglings in his care how to survive in this world. How not to be caught by the Empire and taught them how to control their Force powers so they could live a semi-normal life.

One of his stops had him near Padme's old apartment. He found it abandoned. Anakin was able to get inside easily. Controlling the cameras with the use of the Force, he was able to make it so he was never there. Skywalker broke in and found himself wandering until he found his old workbench. There he had left his wedding ring behind. A gift from his former wife before Order 66 occurred and before Vader took her life. He held on to it for a few moments before shoving it in his pocket and taking a few of the bots he needed for his homestead. It had been years since he stepped foot there.

Leaving the apartment and the ghost of his old life, he went to meet the man who would bring him safe passage. Rounding the corner, he emerged and saw Solo standing there wiping his hands off.

"I didn't plan too. Errands kept me longer than I thought. I'm ready when you are."

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Letting go of our attachments is a difficult struggle for all of us.

𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐊𝐘𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐄𝐑 (𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐍 𝐎𝐍𝐄)

LIGHTSIDE AU! / ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSES Highly Selective & Private Anakin Skywalker for Star Wars, Modern / Marvel, Arthurian Legends & More. Heavily Headcanon Based. Sequel and EU-friendly. (medium to low activity) ⤷ Remembered by Emrys, 30+ They / Them

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this is such a baby take but ppl who don't talk through tags low-key freak me out

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just a lil heads up: should've mentioned this earlier, but now that my relatives have flown in from overseas, i can now say 'm gonna be extremely spotty for a while, until next week or longer. not sure yet. that, or super active ( during the weekend ) because i'll be anxious as hell and looking for anything to distract me ¬ ¬ if it gets bad, i'll likely give out my disco and start annoying ppl lol also seeing the doc today to check on my heart condition, which is always nerve-wracking fingerguns prob gonna sit in ps and work on icons to calm my nerves + queue whatever i can when i'm back from the doc, just in case plans change. anyway, hope y'all are having a good night/day!

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I Will Do What I Must.

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             𝚆𝙷𝙾𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁 𝚃𝙾𝙻𝙳 𝙻𝚄𝙺𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙽𝙴𝙶𝙾𝚃𝙸𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂 𝙷𝙰𝙳 𝙶𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝚆𝙴𝙻𝙻 𝚆𝙰𝚂 𝙴𝙸𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝙾𝚄𝚃𝚁𝙰𝙶𝙴𝙾𝚄𝚂𝙻𝚈 𝙼𝙸𝚂𝙸𝙽𝙵𝙾𝚁𝙼𝙴𝙳 𝙾𝚁 𝙳𝙰𝙽𝙶𝙴𝚁𝙾𝚄𝚂𝙻𝚈 𝚂𝚃𝚄𝙿𝙸𝙳 ,  and solo would’ve said as much if luke’s arm wasn’t coiling around his waist like it belonged there.  unexpected for sure, but certainly not unwelcome, han thought for all the ten long seconds it took for his brain to quit stuttering.

❝sounds like skewed reporting, or they might’ve gotten their wires crossed,❞ han said after clearing his throat.  at least he didn’t trip and fall flat on his face.  ❝you ever try changing a corellian’s mind about values they ain’t been spoon-fed their whole life?  you’ve got better chances at sweet-talkin’ a rancor.❞

initial discussions had been a nightmare to navigate, and patience and subtlety were not among solo’s most renowned characteristics.  under the oppressive grip of the empire, corellia had descended into a state of perpetual decline on all fronts, and the consequences of ceding control to powerful mega-corporations backed by corrupt politicians, acting as puppeteers on behalf of imperial interests, proved detrimental.

❝politicians made sure we hit every bump in the road, even started pointin’ fingers near the end of it.  accusin’ me of turnin’ my back on my own people?❞  the corners of his mouth pulled into a sneer.  ❝rich, ain’t it?  comin’ from a buncha damned imperialistic dogs…❞

pollution had hung thick in the air, blanketing the capital's skies, reminiscent of the noxious smog choking the lowest levels of coruscant that officials refused to clean up, which wasn’t exactly new to see, though the stinging pain that soon developed in his chest ultimately was.

the discomfort went ignored for the first few days, han having chalked it up to being under the weather.  hell, he even reasoned it a symptom of acute stress, considering this entire planet sometimes unsettled him for reasons he’d rather leave alone.  much as he loved his homeworld, he’d left corellia for a reason.  there were too many memories, too many incessant reminders poking at the blackened hatred for a man that still lived beneath his skin, under the mental ramparts he’d spent his life constructing.  but as the weeks passed, the ache unwound into sharp, stabbing pains, intensifying with each labored breath he took.

a quick trip to the medcenter awarded him with the grim confirmation that his hunch had been spot on: corellia, once a thriving industrial hub, had fallen victim to the clutches of corporate greed.  unregulated mega-corporations had ravaged the planet, turning every city into a breeding ground for pollution.  corellians bore the brunt of the consequences, as industrial-grade chemicals that drifted from the industrial sector of crescent city clogged the lungs of citizens, leading to sickness and death amongst populaces.  the economy had been in shambles for years—and still was, though with the recent resolution of the power vacuum, there was a glimmer of hope.  with the aid of the new republic, there was a chance to revert the damage done and save not only his people but the planet itself.

han’s dark glowering soon wilted into a plain frown as he followed behind luke, ducking into an airtaxi and settling beside the younger man.

❝if you missed that, then i reckon you didn’t hear ’bout my ‘extended vacation’ at the medcenter.  chemical burns to the lungs.  bacta supplies are still at a record low, so i got the old-fashioned treatment.❞  good thing chewie had taken the ’falcon to visit malla, otherwise the wookiee would’ve whisked them away and popped off the arms of anyone who protested.  ❝couldn’t breathe without a machine for a couple of days.  nurses kept me chained to the cot,❞ han added with a chagrined grimace.

"Well, we're less of a guerilla outfit these days and more of an established institution. It's amazing what we've been able to salvage from Imperial tech."

Luke referred to the basic advantages of infrastructure and manpower of course, not wishing to lay the darker revelations of Palpatine's regime on Han's shoulders just yet.

"For a moment, I expected the Falcon to have been rebuilt from stem to stern back on Corellia," Luke mused; the idea that Han or Chewie would drastically modify their carefully curated modifications seemed silly now considering the veracity with which both his friends defended the freighter.

"Well, you got here in one piece, that's all that matters." the shorter man agreed, delighting in the weight of Han's arm resting on his shoulder. Would anyone think him crazy if he admitted that this very moment made him feel safe?

Allowing himself to be guided towards the main complex, Luke offered their honour guard a small nod of appreciation, his lips forming a smile in response to Han's discomfort.

"You're a General of the New Republic, remember?" Luke whispered, instinct once again manoeuvred his arm around Han's waist, "I can't count how many times I've been asked about you and Chewie and even 3PO."

They weren't the only ones who made sacrifices in the fight against the Empire leading Luke to wonder if their notoriety was simply a byproduct of their relationships with Leia.

"I've had my moments. Everyone thinks a lightsaber is the answer to everything. I heard your business on Corellia went better than expected. How did it feel being back home?"

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Raiders of the Lost Ark.