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[catboyfurina]

myah

my paimon age headcanon* is that she is like dave from kipo. she's technically a super old immortal** but also she Is a kid***. i was originally framing it as a phoenix sort of situation but dave from kipo has the same vibes plus like. being a person and not an animal and also being the same person (which, if i likened paimon to a vidyahara a la hsr, would not really be the case) *i flip flop between a few headcanons, namely the seelie one and this sort of phoenixy one. i really like paimon i have so many thoughts about her shes so interesting and sweet and ridiculous **i think the reason her memories are so inconsistent could be erosion at play. sometimes she can remember things and sometimes she is actually a really helpful guide but mostly she doesn't know what is going on and what she can remember seems so random. i also think theres some paimon lore in the wrio story quest so im actually gonna play that one just. not until the finals are done beating me up. so maybe this is all disproven there and i can stop flipflopping ***her interactions with other child characters (klee, diona, qiqi are the big three for this point) are definitely mentorly but in a fellow child sort of manner. she treats them like younger siblings typically. adult characters (albedo is the one i remember the best) often think of her as a child and she hasn't really objected to that, that i've noticed? she gets cranky about being called a pet, or food, or a toy (but still plays along sometimes because being in disguise etc etc, but she is noticeably unenthused about those labels) but i haven't really noticed her get upset about being called a kid. however, she is noticeably more helpful and more advanced than the littler child models. she seems to be similar to nahida (and they get along really well)(i really liked the paimon nahida interactions it always feels like paimon is trying to fit in with adults or babysitting kids but with nahida it felt like they matched better. despite nahida being well,,, a lot smarter). i think nahida is also a technically immortal but also kid sort of situation, but not in the same way as paimon is. nahida reminded me a lot of the aranara, with her reincarnation looking the same yet being someone else, with all the stuff about dreams, etc.. also the aranara are childlike and only knowable to children (and certain people with special circumstances) so . yeah. i think nahida is permanently in that kid but not state and paimon is currently in that kid but not state but i do kind of think paimon hasn't always been a kid, maybe possibly. i do definitely think shes existed for way longer than twenty years. but also shes kiddo.

anyway i love paimon. shes my son. id feel kinda bad for paimon haters cus she is in Every Single Thing except that like if u hate paimon why are u playing the paimon game? just to gamble???

[masterjedilenawrites]

hello there. could i request the bois and tbb for their reaction that they would have when they see their s/o wearing a dress, as their s/o normally wears pants and shirts.

Fox, Fives, and Tup eat it up. They start with an endless string of Wow-s, then they'll remember other words exist and insist their S/O spin around or pose for them so they can admire all the angles. They may even insist on some photos, or maybe grab whoever's around so they can show off their partner's look. Otherwise it's praises galore. Regardless how comfortable or not their S/O initially feels in the dress, they're definitely getting a confidence boost.

Jesse, Kix, and Wrecker instantly turn mischevious. They're whistling, they're teasing, they're even getting handsy. It's just too big of a change to pass up an opportunity to have some fun with it. If their S/O's not fully comfortable in the get-up, they'll help make them laugh and loosen up a little. It's just clothes, and at the end of the day they're still the beautiful person they fell for no matter what they wear. But this outfit sure is fun.

Hardcase, Dogma, and Tech honestly won't notice. To say they're oblivious to things like fashion is an understatement. Their S/O will try to casually draw their attention toward it, swaying around or saying things like If only I had pockets to put this thing in... Still nothing. They'll have to stand right in their line of sight and specifically say Hey look! I'm wearing a dress! Then these guys will have a little moment of dazed blinking before giving a shy smile and a nice compliment.

Rex, Hunter, and Crosshair will stop dead in their tracks, mouth agape, speechless at the sight before them. Bonus points if their S/O is really feeling themselves, rather than being awkward or embarrassed. The confidence they exude is more mesmerizing than the dress itself. They never really snap out of it either. They may put on a face, act cool and collected, but inside they're still freaking out. They simply cannot look away. And when the dress comes off and it's back to pants, they'll low-key pout about it.

Cody, Wolffe, and Echo have a less obvious, but no less appreciative reaction. Their face will light up with a smile, their eyes will grow soft as they take them in. If their S/O is walking awkwardly they'll rush up to offer their arm and help put them at ease. Or if their S/O is really enjoying the change of attire, they'll help them find ways to wear dresses more often. They will always be supportive - and enamored - of their S/O's choices in appearance.

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[yukipri]

Ngl this is sorta making me queasy with excitement/nervousness...

Especially coming right on the tail of:

So even though I will likely be a clown (again) this time tomorrow, here's what I wrote out in the twitter thread above:

Please @/starwars Obi-Wan Kenobi Season 2, this time with Ewan McGregor and Temuera Morrison as co-stars. There's closure now with Obi-Wan & Vader. Next, closure between the Jedi & the clones on Order 66, represented by the 2 we saw experience it first: Obi-Wan and Commander Cody

I know in the latest Obi-Wan comic, Obi-Wan basically goes "I miss Cody to this day, even though he tried to kill me. Ah well." And it just K*LLS me that that's it. Obi-Wan (and most the Jedi) have no clue that the clones were victims too.

Y'all are inserting Order 66 scenes in almost every show, so you can do it one more time, this time in an attempt to understand and gain closure. And this is a story that is genuinely best told through Obi-Wan and Cody. Palpatine sent the Order to Cody, first and most directly.

This is a story that doesn't need to mess with characters like Luke or Leia, who we know we'll see again. Cody is MIA as of TBB S2. Obi-Wan now also has some time after season 1, where we know he can't really be messing with Vader. This story can fit in well.

(heck, you can even insert more Clone Wars flashbacks, including young Ahsoka, you saw how much we all loved that in the Ahsoka show!) This show would let you share more about other clones and Jedi as well. Depending on how TBB S3 ends, we can have some connections there too.

PLUS! Temuera Morrison seems eager for a role. I'd love to see him again as Boba in TBOBF S2 (and have a whole 'nother pitch there), but Cody is a character that Tem personally originated in ROTS. He also had fantastic chemistry with Ewan as Jango!

So I'd love to see them share a screen again. (plus, age-wise, he's kinda closer to double-speed aged Cody than Boba?)

I could go on forever but…yes, please this.

(also can I help write it?😂😭🙏)

~~End Thread

But yeah, I know better than to get my hopes up, and I have been a clown about this many times before (including but not limited for the actual Obi-Wan S1 lmao).

So here I am with my clown mask ready: 🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡

(Edit: added this in the tags but:

It does occur to me that another very possible route they could take an Obi-Wan Kenobi season 2 is doing something with Quinlan, since they left that very obvious thread open in S1.

BUT I would still prefer Cody & clones centric😭🙏)

[snippy-tano]

What about a rex x reader where the reader works for the GAR (with the 501st specifically) and is often like really close to battles so Anakin wants them to get some training in combat so he asks Rex to train them and they end up falling for each other 👀

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this was is an older request so i apologize it has taken me this long to get here, but i hope you like it enough that you forgive me for taking so long to complete it.

warning: this is full of tropes. totally full of them. but i couldn't help it!

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Late Night Training

You’re not sure what you did to end up here, but you suppose you had only your horrible self-preservation skills and a serious lack of luck. 

By all accounts, you should not be anywhere near battle, ever. You were a mechanic and you practically lived in the hanger repairing ships and droids and practically anything else that breaks on the Resolute. You were the go-to if anything happened and you didn’t mind. You have always been good with your hands and you liked puzzles. It was a perfect match.

But somehow, you always seemed to find yourself in the heat of battle.

The first time was a total accident. You had forgotten something aboard a gunship and didn’t realize the ship had taken off until you were already enroute to the excursion. The second you did intentionally go down to the planet, but you did not intend to stumble across a lost battalion of droids. 

And the time after that. And the time after that. 

Basically, you were cursed.

Which is what prompted a few of the troopers to send a request up the proverbial flagpole asking that you get some training. Clearly their efforts to make sure you didn’t end up in battle were not working. 

General Skywalker approved the request and assigned “the best fighter in the GAR.”

Captain Rex.

You had met the Captain a few times, but your meetings were always quick and work related. He was pleasant enough and you admired his work ethic and how he managed to keep the 501st on track. The troopers you interacted with all looked up to him highly and it was easy to understand why they cared so much. Rex just seemed incredibly kind. 

You weren’t sure about this whole “training” thing, but you figured if Captain Rex was willing to teach you, it might not be so bad. 

Actually nevermind. You totally regretted this. 

Captain Rex was wonderful. 

He was patient with you, excellent at explaining things, didn’t treat you like you didn’t know anything (even though you didn’t), and you could definitely see that this training was going to help you. 

But you were dying. 

You were by no means out of shape. You were on your feet all day and were pretty strong from lifting heavy machinery. By normal standards, you were pretty healthy and took care of yourself, for the most part.

But the training Rex was putting you through was definitely going to kill you before you even got the chance to put it to use. 

“Come on. On your feet cadet.” Rex said and you had never wanted to hit him more. Too bad your arm was numb. 

You weren’t even sure your arm was attached anymore. 

You let out a groan. “Captain. I think I see the light. I think this is it for me.”

Rex chuckled. “That’s not going to happen. Now come on, up you come.” 

Muttering some choice words under your breath, you shakily climbed to your feet with a helping hand from the Captain. When you were on your feet, you let out a louder groan, head thrown backwards.

“Captain, I truly don’t see how I am going to get better if I can’t even lift my arms anymore.” You whined.

“If you can’t feel your arms, you are doing it right.” He said, almost sounding far too amused. “Now come on, back to your base.”

You continued to whine, but your legs and arms did slowly move into the base fighting position Rex had taught you all those weeks ago when your training first started. The first few training exercises happened in the main training facility and occurred in the middle of the day. But it was clear it would be hard to get anything done with all the men watching, so you moved your training to the middle of the night. It wasn’t ideal, but you were a night person by nature and Rex just never seemed to sleep. The arrangement worked out.

And you were starting to enjoy your time with the Captain. 

Before, you never really had the chance to speak with him. But this training gave you the chance to speak with him more regularly and chat about nearly everything. You learned a lot about him in the weeks since your training began and you found yourself waiting for training (despite dying every time) because it was uninterrupted time with the Captain. 

Rex fell into a ready stance as well and you took a deep breath.

Come on body. Don’t fail me now.

He began to move and you started to move too, countering his attack with moves he taught you. Rex moved slower than you knew he could, probably so you could get used to recognizing attacks and beginning a counterattack. You went through a few sequences with him, able to keep up despite your aching body. 

Then he moved faster, catching your arm in a hold you hadn’t seen before. Your eyes snapped to his and you could see a smirk playing on the corner of his lips. 

Fine. Two could play at that game. 

Using the knowledge he gave you, you moved, shaking him off your arm and managing to knock him off balance, just for a second. Rex regained his balance and watched you drop into a stance with a smile on your face.

“What? Did you think you were my only teacher?” 

Rex laughed once before lunging forward. 

Your body moved on autopilot. He was attacking significantly faster than you had practiced and despite that, your body adjusted almost immediately, matching his tempo. Every muscle was screaming at you, but the adrenaline was keeping you moving. You dodged his fist, kicked out your leg, took a hit to the ribs (that would definitely bruise later), doled out a hit to his stomach. 

Blows were being traded and you were honestly surprised you were still standing. Normally he had taken you down by now. 

As it turns out, you spoke too soon. 

Rex managed to grab your arm again and with a jab to the side, you were off balance. Which was the opening he needed to wrap an arm around your waist and pull you into him, placing you in a headlock. He wasn’t actually cutting off your air supply, but you were not getting out of it.

“Do you yield?” He asked, just as out of breath as you were. Which was comforting. 

You tried to get out of it. Tried to step on his feet, he kept them out of reach. Tried to elbow him, he’d move and the blow would not carry the same weight. Tried to wiggle, no luck. 

“Come on, yield.” Rex said again and you almost caved. Almost.

But he was far too pleased with himself and that made you angry. 

So, you cheated. 

Well, technically you cheated by the standards of sparring, but in an actual fight, tricks were on the table. And you were shameless in your desire to win. 

You bit his arm. 

Not hard, just enough that he was startled and loosened his hold for a second. You yanked yourself out from his headlock, spun on your heels, and threw your shoulder and body against his center. Normally it wouldn’t be enough to knock him down, but he had been surprised and off-balance which is exactly what you needed. 

He crashed to the floor with you right behind him. Without thinking, you scrambled for purchase and pinned him to the worn mat with your hands and legs. You were grinning when you looked down at him. Rex blinked a few times before his eyes focused on you. He didn’t say anything at first, just assessed the situation. 

Then he chuckled. “I’ll admit, that was clever.” “Really?” You gasped, still grinning. “I thought for sure you’d be mad because it’s against the rules, but you also taught me that if I had an opening I should take it, no matter what.”

“I did teach you that didn’t I?” 

You nodded vigorously as he let out a sigh. 

“You didn’t technically win because you cheated, but you have improved beyond what I expected at this stage.” Rex said and you rolled your eyes, releasing his arms and sitting back. 

“Oh come on!” You whined. “I totally beat you.”

Rex sat up, fixing you with his gaze. “You cheated, so it doesn’t count.”

You groaned. “Fine. But next time, I will win fair and square.” 

He smiled and it was only then that you realized just how…compromising your position currently is. Rex seemed to realize this at the same time because he froze. Throughout your training, you had gotten closer to Rex, both emotionally and physically. But that was very much in the heat of the moment while sparring. This was something different. And you found that your stomach fluttered at the thought.

It happened a few times before, a situation similar to this, but both of you were always quick to step away, letting whatever was happening fizzle. You weren’t here for that. And besides, there was no way the Captain felt any sort of similar affection for you that was now constantly bubbling under your skin. So if he didn't notice the glance at his lips that you snuck, that was perfectly fine with you.

Rex seemed to stay frozen in place, but he didn’t move away, like you had expected him to. You felt your heart start to accelerate for an entirely different reason and felt yourself sway just a bit closer. It was then when your brain caught up with what was happening and you quickly scrambled off of him, not making eye contact while you waited for him to get to his feet. 

“You did good tonight and I think someday, you might just have a shot at beating me.” He said and you looked at him.

“Just a shot?”

“Just a shot.”

You crossed your arms and let out an annoyed huff. He was probably right, but it still hurt your pride just a tad. 

Rex looked at the time displayed on the wall before looking back at you. “We haven’t done this yet, but we have some time before the end of the session. What do you say to learning how to shoot a blaster?”

The slight wound to your ego was immediately forgotten at his words. You’d been begging him to teach you to shoot since your training started. You learned as a kid once, but it was so long ago that you didn’t trust yourself to have any semblance of aim. 

“Yes! Kriff Captain, teach me!” 

Rex chuckled at your enthusiasm and motioned for you to follow him. You practically floated the entire way across the training room to where there were targets lining the walls and training blasters. He approached a target and a blaster and you waited, hands clasped in front of you to keep you still. 

He held up the blaster and began pointing. “This is just a training blaster, but this is where you would change between the blaster and its stun setting. It’s important that you have a good grip on the handle and a steady hand.”

“I’m a mechanic, Captain. My hands are some of the steadiest.”

He let out a breath before carefully placing the blaster in your hands. You let him position your hand and you did your best to commit it all to memory. When he was sure you had the grip down, he stepped back and motioned to the target. “Take a shot. I want to see your form.” Rex stated, crossing his arms. 

You turned towards the target and raised your arm with the blaster. You cocked your head to the side and squeezed an eye shut, focusing on the target. Then you fired.

And it missed by an embarrassing amount. 

Your face crinkled as you stared at the slight seared mark on the wall. 

“Alright. Not bad for the first try. Let’s fix your stance.” He said, stepping a bit closer. He tapped the side of your head and you straightened it. “Don’t close your eye, you’re limiting your vision that way. And keep your head level.”

His foot tapped yours and you moved your back foot a little further so your feet were shoulder width apart. 

“Do you mind?” He asked and you turned to see him with his hands raised, hovering near you, but waiting for your permission. 

You felt your cheeks warm as you quickly looked away. “Go ahead.”

He stepped right behind you and you felt your breath hitch. His hands were gentle on your hips, pivoting you until you were in the correct posture. Then one hand lifted, pushing the shoulder of the arm that held the blaster down. Then his hand moved slowly down your arm, making the fluttering in your stomach return with a vengeance. His hand eventually reached yours and enclosed your own. 

“Take a deep breath.” His voice was in your ear and it was sending a shiver down your spine. 

Easier said than done. You thought. 

You had no idea if he was aware of the effect he was having on you, but this was quickly becoming the trickiest part of training yet. And it wasn’t because it was difficult. 

It was entirely because of Rex.

When you didn’t take a breath like he had instructed, his hand gave your hip a squeeze that caused you to gasp more audibly. You swallowed it quickly, forcing your lungs to take a deep breath. 

“Good. Now look at the target and focus on where you want the blast to hit.” You focused entirely on what he was telling you, it was the only way you were getting through this without completely embarrassing yourself. “When you’re ready, slowly pull the trigger.”

The blast sounded and you watched as the blast hit the target. It wasn’t dead center, but it was pretty kriffing close. 

“I did it!” You gasped, turning to look at Rex with a large grin on your face. “Captain, I did it!”

Without thinking, you turned in his arms and threw your arms around his neck, squeezing tightly. He hesitated for a moment and it was enough for you to realize just what you had done. 

“Oh. I’m sorry, I just got excited. Forget-” You stammered, your heels hitting the mat as you began to unwind your arms from his neck. 

But you stopped when his hands tightened on your waist. You looked at him, his face inches from yours. His eyes slowly opened and the gaze he fixed you with had you holding your breath. His eyes scanned your face and you just waited, wanting to see exactly what he was thinking. 

While you may have surprised Rex earlier by biting his arm, it was his turn to completely surprise you.

Rex tipped his head forward and just like that, he was kissing you. It was clumsy, your own surprise evident. But almost immediately, you were over the shock and absolutely melting against him. It was almost embarrassing how quickly you sagged against him, arms winding back around his neck to pull him closer. Rex’s hands fisted in your shirt and you still wanted him closer. He obliged and there was practically no way to tell where he ended and you began, but that’s exactly how you wanted it. 

You did have to pull away, when the need for air became too great. You didn’t stray far, your nose bumping against his as you tried to catch your breath. Rex’s forehead thumped lightly against yours.

“Is this your way of one-upping me Captain?” You asked and he let out a low chuckle. 

“Did it work?”

“Annoyingly, yes.”

His eyes opened to meet yours and you shared a smile. “Call me Rex.”

You lifted a hand to cup his cheek, your thumb brushing against his skin. “Alright, but you better do that again when I do.”

He nodded and you looked him in the eyes.

“Rex.” 

True to his word, Rex captured your lips once again and you followed willingly. This was your favorite training exercise so far and you hoped that it would continue for many rotations to come. 

Who knew that your uncanny ability to constantly find yourself in battle would lead to such an interesting outcome. But honestly, you’d do it all over again as long as you ended up here, in this exact moment with Rex by your side. 

[And the very next time you accidentally ended up in battle, you had been able to hold your own, taking down a few clankers along the way. Rex had never looked prouder.]

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🖤She’s All That I’ve Got - Captain Phasma x fem!Reader🖤

Royalty Enemies to Lovers Au

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Summary: y/n's kingdom has fallen under the iron fist of the Empire despite her best efforts. But, much to her surprise, she's been allowed to live. She knows that Ren must want something from her or her kingdom, but that's for the future. as of right now, she has been granted permission to move about the grounds as she might have normally before. However, she will always be under the watchful eye of Ren's trusted Captain Phasma, head of his stormtrooper army…

Warnings: mentions of death, near violence

Word Count: 2,448

A/N: here's my first real medieval Au! Reader is referred to as high priestess instead of princess just because I like it better, but both titles are synonyms so they can be used interchangeably. And for a little lore dump, I wanted to keep the same kind of weapons and designs since this is StarWars, but troopers instead have normal swords and medieval-akin weapons while Jedi (or ren in this case) still has a lightsaber. but rather than being made of tech it's kind of like an enchanted sword thanks to the kyber crystal embedded in the handle. The force also exists, but its viewed more so as sorcery

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Never before would you have anticipated finding so much comfort in your father’s untimely death. Yet, you are, curled up in the corner of a locked cell, deep in your castle's dungeon. Your day dress had grown muddled with mildew and general stone grime. This of course was due to the dungeon's lack of maintenance, because why would you clean it regularly when no one would be held down there? Your small country had come upon a benevolent time of peace after all. Or at least it had been a time of calm before the Empire decided it needed to step in.

Your eyes had begun to burn now having run dry from tears. You knew they would be red by now. Puffy and sore from rubbing them raw in an attempt to keep what little composure you could still. They’d locked you down here hours ago. How many hours was up for anyone to say, but it had been some time. The invasion had ceased outside the walls of your castle, but you could still hear your people's faint cries and shouts in your mind's eye. 

Even if you'd done everything you possibly could, there had to have been something that had slipped your mind. This had to have been avoidable, right? You tisked yourself for the consideration. Your father wouldn’t have dwelled on this had it been him locked in this muddy cell. He would have held his chin up and found some sort of resolution. Well, you weren't your father. And by the look of things, you wouldn’t be leaving this cell for some time. Maybe yous die here. That sounded about right. You'd die here on the cold and wet stone floor only to be reunited with your father once again in the afterlife. Or maybe the empire would spare you the time and host one of those lovely public executions in front of the dwindling number of your people that would venture into the square. You weren't sure which you'd prefer at this point.

It appeared you'd get your answer in a matter of minutes as you heard the low, growling scrape of the dungeon door as it ground against the stone floor, letting in the faintest light as two guards clamored down the stairs with a torch in hand. You scrambled to your feet. Pressing your back to the wall as they clanged toward your cell. You felt your breath quicken as the sound grew. Your feet squirmed under you, trying to warm your footing against the icy stone, though there was no real escape from the same stone chilling deep into your spine. The stormtroopers stopped abruptly, their black hole-like eyes boring into you as one fiddled with the keys to your cell. The door swung open with a clang that almost made you flinch but you held your ground.

“Master Ren is ready to speak with you,” one said. His voice was muffled and distorted by his faceless mask. Your muscles tensed as you flexed your fingers, squeezing your hands into tight fists. The troopers seemed to notice and subconsciously moved their hands to the hilts of their swords, firmly held at their hips. You forced yourself to relax, but still keep up your guard and nodded, telling them to lead the way. You approached the opened door, only to be stopped by a heald palm. You heard a tough clang of metal and looked down to find thick shackles held open to you. The trooper grunted at your hesitation, forcing you to reluctantly offer up your wrists. The metal was much colder on your skin than the cobblestone and it met your blood quickly thanks to your exposed pulse point. 

The trooper locked your wrists in tight and tugged at the metal chain’ checking its integrity before he turned to leave. This trooper began to lead the way with you hesitantly training out of your cell from behind. The second trooper took his place at the back of your little train, following you close with his hand gripping his hilt if you made any effort to run.

Emerging from the underground, you were met with the disheartening sight of imperial flags hanging high from the walls where your home colors used to reside. They were lazily put off but were scorn a stomach-churning shade of blood red. And upon exiting your dungeon, you were flanked by two additional escorts who had likely been waiting in case you dashed while still downstairs. Walking down the long, winding halls you were greeted with even more troopers lining the walls, watching you with prying eyes as you passed. 

Nevertheless, you held your head high. You refused to crumble, especially not in front of an audience. And oh, an audience you would have. Upon entering the throne room, formally your throne room, you were met with overwhelming sunlight and gaudy red redecoration. Stormtroopers lined the room, arms at the ready if you dared to run. And right above you, perched proudly on your father’s throne sat the revered and feared Master Ren. he watched you with keen eyes, his hand covering his chin and mouth. His brow was furrowed in consideration and you could have sworn he hadn't blinked since you entered his presence. 

As you approached with your entourage of guards, the two at your sides peeled off but were replaced by the originals who walked in front and behind. Your eyes began to wander, scanning your crowded surroundings. You took note of the weasely redhead standing at Ren’s left hand. He held his head high with a scrunched nose and evident grimace. He looked at you as though you were scum that has scuffed his boot. You offered a minuscule glare in return till you were stopped by the troopers at your side, who grabbed onto either of your forearms. You were held still, exposed in front of Ren with your shackled hands and waterlogged skirts. But you kept your head up. You wouldn’t shy away, not even now when one might think you looked like a beggar. 

Your eyes turned back to the General as he cleared his throat, he arched a brow and glanced at the ever-casual Ren, who nodded a finger without a word. Hux sniffed rather aggressively through his nose, then gave the guards at your sides a quick nod, and without any other form of warning, you were tossed to your knees in front of the throne, clumsily catching yourself with your shackled hands, which echoed a ghostly metal clang through the throne room. You managed to look up with a turnt grimace and a huff of exhaled air rustled loose hair that obstructed your face. This reaction seemed to mildly interest the lead invader but not by much. He sat up in your father’s chair, adjusting himself to get a better view of you. 

“Prop her back up,” his voice reverberated off of the walls of your throne room, but still came across as quiet, strangely enough. The guard said as they were told, grabbing onto your shoulders and roughly pulling you up onto your knees. Ren watched with growing interest, though he still looked like he could yawn quite easily at any given moment. “You know why we’ve come, don’t you?” he gripped the arm of your father's chair as his eyes scanned down your kneeled form. 

“I assume this is all an act of love or unity,” you bit back bitterly. “However you’re presenting yourselves these days,” you took in a long, loud breath through your nose, eyeing the Master and the General with a burning hatred in the crinkle of your nose and furrow of your brow. You saw a flex in the General’s frown, but Ren smiled. It was small, but a smile was there. He even let go of a low chuckle. 

“I admire your moxie, high priestess,” he began. Your title rolled off his tongue in a sickeningly sweet tone that made your skin crawl. “But I must cut to my point, I’m afraid,” he sighed, growing board of you once more. 

“I’ve decided to let you live,” he continued. Your eyes widened for a millisecond, but you insisted on keeping your surprise hidden tight under wraps. You couldn’t let him think you were grateful to him without risking inflating his already mountain-like ego. “However, of course, there must be conditions,” you bit the inside of your cheek at that, holding your tongue. Now it was time for Hux to speak up, for he cleared his throat quite loudly to grab your attention from his superior. You’d already grown further irritated by the man’s weaselly face and screwed frown. 

“You will be confined to the palace grounds at all times unless chaperoned by Master Ren himself. You are to stay out of all diplomacy, again, unless asked of by Master Ren,” you grew flabbergasted by what you were hearing and scoffed rather loudly, stopping Hux as he licked his lips to list off the last of your conditions. 

“You want me as a figurehead!” you barked. You swore you could hear gasping muffled under stormtrooper helmets as her room hushed. The General gritted his teeth and gripped the hilt of his weapon tight in his hand as he strode down the staircase before you. 

“You wretched girl-” he started. You pressed your lips in a fine line, ready for some type of impact as you squeezed your eyes shut, but the impact never struck. You heard pained grunting and upon opening your eyes again, the General stood tall before you, sword only partly drawn from its hilt. 

But the man couldn’t move. He has been frozen where he stood. Your breath had quickened but you dared to look behind him, only to find Master Ren having stood from the throne, hand outstretched as he watched Hux with shakingly focused eyes. You swallowed thickly, eyes returning to Hux who looked like he might turn purple if he wasn’t allowed air soon. 

You’d never seen sorcery like this in your life but your father had told you animated stories back when you were just a girl. He regaled the days when magic like this had been loved and revered, seen as a thing of light and peace. You'd learned and read all about the original sorcerer's order and how they made it their mission to preserve life and balance. Yet over the years it had become tainted, resulting in tyrants like Ren and his new order. Hux was released and nearly collapsed to the ground at your knees, but he managed to hold himself. He averted his eyes as he caught his breath, coughing as he took in previously denied air. You thought that you could almost smell the embarrassment on him.

“Now, that’s no way to address our guest,” Ren said with a snide hint in his voice. It was clear that he enjoyed the opportunity to one-up and show off to his general. That made sense, if you thought about it. A tyrant’s primary goal is to impress those they find small and weak. And guest? You held your tone, but how dare he call you a guest when he was sitting proudly in your chair and your house? You let out a huffed breath as Hux turned tail and took his post once more. 

“But yes, a figurehead, if you will,” Ren lowered himself back to his seat, crossing his leg over his knee as he lounged. He waved his hand back to Hux, urging the general to continue as he continued to watch you curiously. The general readjusted his uniform, offered his superior a silent glare, and cleared his throat once more. 

“When you are not accompanying Ren, you will be escorted everywhere by the head of our guard, Captain Phasma,” Hux snapped his gloved hand and the aforementioned Captain seemed to emerge from the shadows of Ren and his newly claimed throne. The first thing you took note of was that the captain was tall. Even from the distance you were at, you knew they were tall. Taller than both Hux and Ren. but besides that, there was nothing else about them you could gather. They hid their face behind a similar helmet to the members of their guard, only their armor was forged from shining platinum, aiding in their standout-ish demeanor. 

“Phasma will watch your every move and report back any suspicious activity that she might find, so no point trying anything,” Hux hissed, trying so hard to buy back any respect you might have had for him before. You were more held up watching the statuelike captain, but you did ponder part of what the general has said. She. The captain that stood taller than both her superiors was a she. Now, this fact didn’t change anything, but it did peak the bit of curiosity you still harbored. 

“Any questions?” the weasel interjected back into your thoughts. You turned to him with your hardest stare, then trained your eyes back on Ren. 

“No,” 

“Then that will be all,” Hux answered for Ren and turned on his heels in a hurry to leave the throne room. “Captain, you may take your leave and escort the high priestess to her quarters” the guards still standing at your side grabbed your underarms without warning and hoisted you to your feet. The Captain began her descent down the stairs, her footsteps echoing louder as she approached. A small part of you wanted to squirm at the grips on your arms, but you held your ground, standing as tall as you could and taking deep breaths. The captain stopped just a stride in front of you, tilting her helmeted head to the side ever so slightly as though she was observing you. And who was to say she wasn’t? It was impossible to tell with the helmet after all.

“Shall we leave, high priestess?” Her voice was lower than you might have expected, yet you found the question more surprising. You must have expected a demand from her before being asked a question. You nodded, possibly having grown trimmed due to her stature in front of you, or maybe from the illusion of you having a choice at all. She nodded to the guards at your side, who released your arms and turned around. Before you turned with them, you caught sight of Ren, moving to leave the say way the General had. He watched you leave with hard eyes and his lips squeezed together momentarily, almost as though he had more to say. But time had run short and you were forced to leave with your new entourage.

[starwarspilotstournament]

So. I said I was gonna close submissions on September 1st. It is now September 1st and I am a little short on characters. In total, I've gotten 39 submissions. BUT because of all the duplicate submissions I've received, I only have 26 different characters. I could probably make 26 work, but I'd rather have a nice full tournament of 32 characters.

SO I'm extending submissions until I have enough characters to fill the bracket. If I don't receive enough submissions by October 1st, I'll close submissions regardless. But if I reach 32 characters before then, I'll probably close them early.

But! I need your help to get this tournament more out there! And here's how you can help!

Submit characters! Don't assume that a character has already been submitted! Even if they have, the more submissions a character has, the better chance they have of making it into the bracket if I end up with too many characters!

Share this with your Star Wars loving friends! Even if you yourself are not a Star Wars fan, send this to any of your friends who are!

Reblog my info posts! It may not seem like it, but reblogging genuinely makes a big difference!

I really wanna make this tournament happen, but I need your help to do it! Thanks! :)

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[chloe-skywalker]

Missed Alot - Obi-Wan Kenobi

Obi-Wan x reader daughter

Warnings: none

Word count: 746

Summary: A long time ago when the order was still intact, Obi-Wan had a fling with that resulted in a baby. He was never there but now that the Orders gone and he’s free in a sense, why not go find her?

Authors Note: I swear I had someone in messages that wanted to be tagged in all Obi-Wan stuff when I did post some but I went through every single conversation I have and I could not find you so I’m sorry! I believe this is my first Obi-Wan Imagines so I hope you all enjoy it!

Happy New Years Eve!

(Thought this was a good one that goes with new beginngs. Start of something new like a new year)

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(He's not necessarily as old as he is in the gif for this fiction cause this fiction is kinda like months after Revenge of the sith)

“What are you doing here?” Y/n grumbled not even turning to look at the man who’s presence she felt. She couldn’t believe he was showing up here. After everything, it was a bold move.

“I came to see you.” Obi-Wan stated but he still felt unsure about what he was doing here. After all, he had a lot to make up for.

Y/n shook her head and scoffed, turning to face him. “Why? Why now?”

“y/n-”

“No. You haven’t been in my life before. So why now?” Y/n crossed her arms staring at him. Obi-Wan couldn’t get an exact read on her or her emotions. He decided to do it. But knowing it and actually having to face it are very different.

“I couldn’t before, not with the order and its rules.” It was a pathetic reason, he knew that. But it was true.

“So what? Now that Anakin turned against you and the Jedi are gone you want to be here? Or cause you can?” Y/n asked even though she could feel her heart clench at her own words. Afraid of knowing how true and right she might be.

“You know about Anakin’s turn?” Obi-Wan asked with a very deep confusion. How’d she know about Anakin's turn to the dark side?

“He’s visited me before.” Y/n was vague, giving a lift of her shoulders. Her father's padawan had visited her before, multiple times over the years. They met once, Anakin was in trouble and Y/n had happened to be there and saved him. Using the force to save him. “So? Tell me.”

Y/n still wanted an answer to why he was suddenly here and wanted to talk.

“It’s not that I didn’t want to be there but the order has rules. Rules not easily broken.” Obi-Wan explained with a sad sense of dasavue, having said the same thing to Anakin once.

Y/n shook her head in disbelief even though she wasn’t shocked that that was his answer. “You broke them easy enough to sleep with my mother and help create me.”

She had him there. No denying that. “Your right.”

“I know.” Y/n stated shifting on her feet not liking the situation that kinda felt like a stand off. But she wasn’t going to just back down and let him walk into her life he’d been there for all of it.

“I can’t take back never being there. But I did check up on your mother and you over the years.” He told her knowing it didn’t make up for never being there but hopped it gave her some idea that he really did care. That he wanted to be there for her but couldn’t.

“I know that to.” Y/n gave him a small smile which he returned but with questioning eyes. He never came up to them or talked to them. How could she of known? “I could sense you.”

“Sense me? You mean.” And then it dawned on Obi-Wan. She inherited the force from him.

“Yeah. I’m force sensitive.” Y/n finished for him. Completing his thought.

This intrigued the older Jedi, he had many questions. “Can you do things?”

Y/n nodded confidently before answering. “Yes. I taught myself how to use and control it.”

Y/n had taught herself all the ways to use the force. She had to do it all on her own, with no help. Y/n felt proud of herself for that. But Obi-Wan yeah he felt proud of her but he also felt bad that she had to go through all that alone.

“That's wonderful.” Obi-Wan smiled proudly at her. Even though he felt horrible that she went through all that alone but she did it on her own. That made him more proud than anything.

“Look if you want to try and make a relationship between us then we can try. But no promises, and no judging.” Y/n offered but also had to add the condition of ‘no judging’. She didn’t learn to use the force through Jedi ways and Y/n knew even if he wouldn’t say it, it might bother him that she doesn’t use the force ‘in a Jedi way’. She doesn’t use it for bad either but the Jedi were strict on that kind of stuff.

“I’d like that very much.” Obi-Wan smiled he could do that if it meant finally getting to have a relationship with his daughter.

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@gruffle1

[castielsprostate]

Dawg I’m new to SPN and what the fresh hell is a blorbo (?)) is that? The right spelling even 😭

hewwoo!!!! welcome to the spnblr side of tumblr!!! that is the correct spelling if blorbo and don't worry, it's not exclusive to spn :) a blorbo is basically your favourite character!!!!!! a blorbo can be anyone and you can have however many you like!! they're your special little guy (gender neutral). it's just a fun way of saying "my favourite character"

it originated early 2021ish (EDIT: first wrote 2020) when. well tumblr came out with a glorious word ban for IOS (this included the most basic words like "girl" 💀) and at the same time there was a meme going around about that wizard guy with the orb! anyway, people came up with beautiful words like eeby deeby (hell) whilst we all put a horse in the plinko (the plinko usually went to eeby deeby) and glurp shitto (something from starwars) was there too. blorbo was created at the right time in the most awful place (tumblr) and then became a sort of staple? i dont know how or why it happened exactly, but im 99% sure it had to do with orb wizard! (EDIT: blorbo first appeared on dec 24th 2021 in a post that read "Bitches will be like 'prev tags omg' on my post and I check the prev" "tags and it's like 'blorbo from my shows'")

i hope you have an AWESOME time being here!!! don't forget to reblog things, interact with others and make your blog your own little space!!!

[girl-next-door-writes]

Tag Lists

Okay people, it's that time of year once more when I ask who wants in and who wants out of my whole tagging system.

As it stands you have a few options, which are...

This list means you get tagged in ALL fics, no matter the fandom or the character.

This list is for all the Marvel characters I write, so if that's your thing then this could be your list.

This tag list is for the Supernatural boys, that's what you'll get tagged in with this one.

Okay, full disclosure, this is pretty much 90% George Weasley and 10% Remus Lupin atm. If that's what you're interested in then this is the list for you.

Mycroft. That's it. That's what you'll get if you want in on this list. Just the lovely Mr Mycroft Holmes. I'm not even sorry about it.

So, like the #Holmes Ho's, this tag is pretty much all about Hux with the occasional mention of Poe. If you like my Hux ramblings then feel free to be added to this list.

The Star Trek fandom may be quiet but I am more than happy to ramble on about my faves, so if you're interested in Scotty or Bones then I can tag you in that.

If you want to be placed on ANY of the lists all you need to do is drop me a message or an ask (DO NOT REPLY TO THIS POST BECAUSE I AM RUBBISH AT CHECKING THAT) and I will add you, easy as that.

If you are already on my tag lists and you want to stay there, just send me a gif with a thumbs up and you'll stay put. If I don't hear from you I will assume that you are very busy doing other things and will slip your name off to save you a job.

So here you all are.

#Consume All The Fics:

@vintagevalentinex   @salt-n-burn-em-all @alicenwrites    @thewhiterabbit42  @palaiasaurus64  @fangirlextraordinaire @wayward-bumblebee  @regulusblackswhorecrux

#Holmes Ho’s:

@mod-comedy @savvy-devine666  @meganlpie @royalydamned  @iwillbeinmynest @pocketwatchofmycroft  @howaboutlunch @anonymoussherlockandmarvelgeek @paola-carter @brwnicons

#StarWars Sweeties:

@sweetjedi   @iwillbeinmynest  @starlightsearches @mylifeisactuallyamess

#Supernatural Stars:

@witchygagirly @sweetjedi   @awesomesusiebstuff @feelmyroarrrry  @calaofnoldor  @archangelgabriellives @pathetic-has-been-rockstar   @cosicas-cuquis @lovealways-j

#Marvel Mavericks:

@witchygagirl @amourtentiaa  @sweetjedi    @iwillbeinmynest  @feelmyroarrrr  @old-enough-to-know-better73  @cosicas-cuquis  @thefridgeismybestie  @randomhumanoid512

#Arthur Appreciation:

@jokerownsmysoul

#Wonderous Weasleys:

@sweetjedi  @lindsaytriestowrite  @honeypirate @youralternantpersonality @amourtentiaa  @fancy-pantaloons  @regulusblackswhorecrux 

[masterjedilenawrites]

I have a request if you’re feeling up for it :)

I wanted to know what each clone’s S/O does to get them flustered? 🤔 like all blushy, stuttering, etc? Is it words from their S/O? Light touches?(ticklish,sensitive,etc) I was in a fluffy mood and you are a good writer. I shall pay you in llamas pls & thank u ✨🦙 🦙🦙🦙

Ooh hard to pass up a deal for llamas. But first I need to know, are they smelly? Do they get along with cats? And can they survive on a small apartment balcony?

Cody, Wolffe, and Wrecker melt over sweet and kind gestures. Gentle touches are a big one. It sends such pleasant tingles across their skin and they cannot comprehend how they could possibly deserve such softness. Another is being taken care of, such as their armor being cleaned or being cooked a nice meal. They won't be able to find the words to express how such acts make them feel. 

Tup, Dogma, and Thorn will be flushed, stuttering messes over just about anything. Seriously, any kind of attention goes straight to their hearts without a fight, and comes spilling over in the most frazzled and adorable of ways. We're talking compliments, being thanked, brushing arms as they move by, seeing their S/O blush... These three are immediately red as a tomato and utterly helpless.

Hardcase, Tech, and Mayday would need it laid on them real thick before they're even aware. Simple brushes of the hand won't do the trick, they need their head caressed in both hands. Sweet words or silly pet names? No, they need to be taken aside, looked in the eye, and told just how handsome or strong they are. Then they'll start stuttering and blushing.

Fox, Rex, and Echo will get worked into a tizzy any time their S/O shines the spotlight on them in public. Behind closed doors, they are totally fine hearing compliments, holding them close, being doted on. But around others, they cannot function with that attention. It's not even out of embarrassment or anything; the gestures just hit them that much deeper when they're on display.

Fives, Jesse, and Crosshair aren't too easily thrown off their game, but there is one simple thing that will make their brains short circuit: their S/O's smile. They dream about that smile. It is the single most dazzling, beautiful, perfect thing they have ever seen in their entire lives, and it will make them seize up and swoon, without fail, every single time. 

Kix, Hunter, and Gregor are more likely to be flustered over things that are... uh, less than innocent, shall we say. They don't bat an eye at the fluffy stuff. It's still enjoyable, don't get them wrong, but they won't be turning pink just by holding hands. No, their blushes only come out when touched teasingly elsewhere, or at suggestive turns of phrase, or even at flirty winks. 

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[tiredassmage]

heehoohee, my time iS COME, @eorzeashan​ tagged me for FFXIV ocs but in SWTOR (no apology needed, I do love me some tags, lol) and... conveniently, I have a head start, of sorts, on this because I have already transplanted several of my XIV ocs into SWTOR, lol.

Also the amount of times I’ve threatened to government assign my friends WoLs a SWTOR class bc I’m nothing if glutton about this silly space dress up simulator, I mean rpg is... Well, it’s worked on one of them as far as actually bringing them over, hehehe.

Long post with pictures incoming because I LOVE showing off my pixel idiots.

Astor is my XIV main, on Sage since Endwalker dropped and I fell in loovvveeee, and previously a White Mage and then Astrologian from ARR-SHB and SHB-EW, respectively. Also I made him look way more fierce than average in this screen akdfnalkdsfs (I’ve been major slacking on XIV), don’t let that determined slanted eyebrow fool you, he’s a fucking softie who lets his unicorn eat his flowerbeds with no more repercussions than the 500th disappointed father sigh she’s heard in the last week.

And I take him everywhere. Astor isn’t exclusively a XIV character, but rather an OC that’s stuck with me out of high school for something like... six years, I think? Going on seven? Astor’s always been a mage and, particularly, a healer of notable prowess; he adapted rather readily to being a Jedi Consular. I’d love to say badumtsss, he’s a Jedi Sage, but I did try it originally and just couldn’t jive with it, so “Astserses” (his SWTOR counterpart) is a Shadow/Sentinel. Because I’m a little a lot into the saberstaff that can be swapped for dual wielding sabers aesthetic and also trying to beat the Gemini Captain and that hell room of droids on Iokath was a BITCH when I was a baby Shadow who probably didn’t understand half of what would have helped me along.

Also because I’m a big scaredy cat for some reason about doing group content on SWTOR when I have done on-level extremes for XIV with no problem I don’t know, okay? I’m here for the silly space opera adventures, not to overly invest in learning job mechanics again, I think.

Next be Shay! Who’s a DRK/DRG/RPR in XIV and my original Sith Inquisitor in XIV! Shay’s entire arc as a character revolves around coming from a family that never really gave him the time of day; he spends a lot of his time avoiding relationships with others because of a series of heartbreaks and betrayals that mold him into a snappy, lone-wolf kind of bastard. The one thing he prided himself on was combat prowess. Even accompanying Airi (@fatewalker-phoenix fame) in their adventures as the Warriors of Light, Shay never really applies the title to himself; he’s the help. The get your hands bloody muscle, so she didn’t have to. I’ve toyed also with the idea of doing a Sith Warrior run for him bc the whole light/dark destiny dynamic is also incredibly his alley, but the raw power and rags to riches run of Inquisitor better suits his story. IIRC I just mirrored his Marauder into Sentinel.

He’s kind of overdramatic about being an angry bastard nobody should trust, tbh, so like... the drama of Inquisitor. I might yet have to revisit the Warrior thoughts though. He’d be interesting to pair with Vette.

Theo is my Rogue/Machinist I really need to get the hell out of HW afterstory already, but HW is SO LONG for me, anYWAY. The most recent of my transitions, Theo StarWar edition is a Smuggler currently on Mercenary because I really wanted 2 guns, but didn’t care for gunslinger and I seriously Cannot keep playing Operatives/Scoundrels, I just. I so would. I absolutely would. But stars, I need to do this variety thing.

Theo is the kind of character that lives rent-free in my walls. He’s chaotic. He’s “back at it again at the Krispy Kreme” energy. Smuggler is literally perfect. Deceptively, Theo was also rather smart. He spent several years studying various magical techniques after an injury blinded him in his left eye. One of his favorite ways to be a Nuisance is to switch fluently and without batting an eye between Lominsan Rogue’s Guild-speak to discussing aetheric relations in nearly perfect scholarly lingo. He’s just as likely to talk circles around his enemies as knife them.

Kres as his SWTOR counterpart is maybe a bit more blunt and slightly more impatient about the whole ordeal, but he would, in fact, still claim he could charm the horns off a Krayt Dragon. And I’d about believe him.

Which just leaves my bunboy Bas of my semi-main XIV characters that I haven’t actually taken over to SWTOR, but I also haven’t done a lot with XIV Bas to begin with. He’s primarily a SAM/RPR, but I think I picked up BRD on him, too bc I prefer ranged DPS in XIV. (Ironically I tend to prefer melee in SWTOR, it seems.) His story, in brief, is a former Dalmascan who was conscripted into the Imperial forces and eventually staged a bloody escape and prison break of several other prisoners he’d been held with before he made his way to Eorzea with somewhat disgraced and lost Garlean soldier Peregrine (again @fatewalker-phoenix​ fame) in-tow whom he’d eventually form an unexpected and odd, hard to describe friendship, almost mentor-ish relationship with.

Both of them suffer from identity crises, tbh. My strongest arguments would probably be Guardian Jedi Knight or an Operative Bounty Hunter. (I need a full on blade wielding tech class, SWTOR. Gimme.) Probably stronger favoring for Jedi Knight because of the whole crisis of place and purpose and destiny thing, but Bas did fashion himself as something of a Bounty Hunter between the prison break and falling in as an adventurer in Eorzea, so. It’d fit maybe aesthetics-wise, but less certain about the story part.

[snippy-tano]

so this one hit me in the middle of night last night and I woke up in like a cold sweat and finished it off tonight. I hope you all like it! it is a part 2 to the Hunter x Senator!Reader. consider it an early present for you guys since my birthday is tomorrow ;)

hope y’all love it! let me know what you think!

s/o to @quizznag who commented on ao3 and said they should get their meal together and then hunter and reader sneak off to a balcony to have a chat. Bless u

(also apologies for no page break, I’m doing this on mobile and Jfhshdhf it sucks sometimes. I’ll fix it when I can get on a computer I promise y’all)

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Of Sergeants and Senators: Part 2

(Part 1)

After your stint as an investigator who brought down the spice smuggling ring on your home planet, things died down a bit for you.

You were still incredibly busy. Your side project had caught the attention of other senators and you suddenly found yourself involved much more heavily in politics. People took you more seriously and that made things both easier and more difficult.

But you didn’t mind. You finally felt like you were making a difference within the Senate and it was all thanks to what you were able to accomplish on your home planet.

Speaking of your accomplishments, you couldn’t have done it without the help of the Bad Batch.

Ever since they left to continue their specialty missions, you had kept tabs on them. You had given the Sergeant your comm link and you had kept in contact with him. It started as messages here and there, sometimes conversations left for days only to be picked up like no time had passed. Then it turned into calls when you had time, the duration of the calls gradually increasing. Then it was holocalls where you could see him. You had grown close with him over this time period, learning more about him and worrying when he didn’t reply.

Your calls didn’t occur as frequently as you may have liked, but you were both busy with your own jobs. Hunter was out there saving lives and fighting in the war and you were fighting your own battles on the Senate floor.

It was hard. But you lived for those quiet moments when you could message or speak with him. He had a way of making you forget what was going on in your life and you craved every second you got to speak with him. It was getting harder and harder to keep ignoring the tugging at your heart every time you had to say goodbye, but you did your best to ignore it.

Occasionally, you would send them a package for when they were back on Kamino with some things you found at markets on Coruscant. It wasn’t much, but you hoped that it showed your gratitude towards them and how much you valued them.

It had been hard to coordinate a time for you to treat them to that meal you promised them because they were hardly ever on Coruscant. You were like ships passing in the night. And you were convinced the war would be over before you had your opportunity.

But as luck would have it, you had a free evening and the Batch happened to be in the system.

It was only one night. But you were going to make it count.

Hana had insisted she drive you, which you had insisted she didn’t need to. You were perfectly capable of driving yourself.

“Hana, I can handle it. It’s like you don’t trust me.”

Hana only laughed as she started up the speeder. “That’s because I don’t.”

Ouch.

But you had to admit it, you made it to your destination much sooner and without any major incidents with Hana at the helm.

The Batch was already waiting for you when you arrived. Wrecker waved wildly when he saw the two of you approaching and it brought a smile to your face.

“I’m glad you made it!” You called as you approached.

Hunter let out a laugh. “We almost didn’t, but the boys were excited and we were going to make it no matter what.”

You smiled at him, taking a deep breath to calm your rapidly beating heart.

“Any reason we’re meeting down here and not on the surface? I didn’t take you for one to mingle here.” Crosshair said and you crossed your arms.

“What? You think a senator should be too afraid to come here?”

“Just an observation.” Crosshair replied, fiddling with his toothpick.

“I did have a reason for meeting here and not on the surface. And the reason is right there.” You pointed across the street and the Batch turned to follow your gesture.

“Oh no way!! I’ve heard about this place!” Wrecker cried, punching Tech on the arm. “Let’s go!”

You watched as the Batch and Hana moved towards the entrance, Hana and Tech already in conversation and Wrecker and Crosshair right ahead of them.

“Dex’s?” Hunter asked, crossing his arms. You smiled softly.

“I wanted to take you all to a meal that reflected my thanks to you, but I thought you might be more comfortable here. Besides, Dex is an old friend and I am always willing to provide him with business.” You replied, motioning with your hand. “Come on.”

“Senator!” A loud booming voice greeted you the moment you stepped inside the small diner. “It’s been too long! I’ve missed ya!”

You smiled broadly. “I’ve missed you just about as much as I’ve missed your food Dex. Do you have a booth open for us?”

“For you, I’ll make room. Head on over to that booth in the corner, I’ll be right there.” Dex waved you on and you raised a hand in response. You headed towards where Dex had motioned, the Batch and Hana following behind you. It was going to be a tight fit, even with a corner booth, but you’d make it work.

You ended up sandwiched between Wrecker and Hunter. Hana had somehow secured the edge of the booth and you had a sneaking suspicion that Tech was behind it.

Dex kept by a moment after you’d gotten settled, taking drink and food orders. One positive about Dex was the food was excellent, and fast. Meaning before you knew it, all of you were digging into some of the best food on the entire planet.

But you may be biased.

The night passed without a hitch. Even though you hadn’t spent much time in a casual setting with the entire Batch, it was easy to have a conversation with them, all of them. You talked to Wrecker about food and found you shared a love for all things sweet. Tech and you had a long conversation about book you’d both read on the floral and fauna of Naboo, and everyone else ended up cutting you off before it could really get in-depth. But you’d make sure you continued the conversation later because it truly was just getting fascinating.

Crosshair was a tougher nut to crack. You tried a few times throughout the course of the night but he never seemed to bite. The only time you got him to say more than a few snarky words was when you made a joke about Separatist droids and you’d gotten a sincere snicker from him. You only knew it was sincere because he immediately cleared his throat and refused to make eye contact.

Hunter and you didn’t talk too much, just a few short words here and there. But neither of you seemed to mind. It had been a while since you’d been in each others presence, but sitting next to him in a crowded diner with some men you’d developed an affection for was enough.

He was enough.

The night was drawing to a close much sooner than you had expected. Dex had insisted you could stick around past closing, but you knew he had a long day and would have a lot to do after you left. So with some fond farewells and promises to come back very soon, you were back outside in the streets of Coruscant.

“Well boys, I think our night of leave is almost up.” Hunter said, which made Wrecker groan.

“Aww! But I don’t want to go yet! We never get a night off!” Wrecker whined and you looked at Hana who shrugged.

“Alright, follow us. I have an idea.” You said, starting to walk beside Hana. The Batch hesitated and you turned, continuing to walk backwards. “Come on, you’ll love it I promise.”

Wrecker moved immediately and you grinned when you saw the rest of them begin to follow the big guy’s lead. You skipped once, turning back around.

The walk was a short one and before you knew it, you were standing in front of a nondescript building with a neon sign in the window.

You looked at the Batch with a smile as they stared in confusion. “Come on. You’re about to try the best cryo-treats in the galaxy.”

Wrecker whooped and you smiled, leading them inside. Hunter had protested against your footing the bill again, but you insisted and he didn’t fight you on it. Thanking you with a soft “thank you ma’am” and nudging the rest of the Batch to do the same.

Everyone split among the small shop, taking up chairs and tables. You met eyes with Hunter. You motioned for him to follow you and you stepped through the doors leading to a small balcony in the shop. You could hear the rest of the Batch’s lively conversation until the door shut behind the two of you.

“Wow.” Hunter breathed and you smiled as you walked up to the edge of the balcony, leaning on the railing. The balcony was secluded. Well, as secluded as Coruscant could be. The lights outside were dim, letting the light of the city planet be the main source of light. Vines native to the planet of the owner of the shop wove in and out of the railing surrounding the balcony. A few small tables and chairs filled the space, giving people who visit a quiet place to come and enjoy treats and company.

“Some senators like to frequent concert halls, or bars, or restaurants as a break.” You said. “I like to come here instead.”

“It’s quiet.”

“Surprising right? I’m not sure how they do it, but the city isn’t quite as loud from here. It’s calming.” You replied, taking a bite of your treat. “I don’t mind sharing my secret space, so feel free to come back here any time you’re planet side.”

“Thank you. For everything.” Hunter said, eyes fixed outwards.

You took another bite and shook your head. “I should be thanking you. You helped me and my people when you didn’t need to and continue to help the people of the Galaxy. I’m not sure I will ever be able to fully express my gratitude towards you.”

It was Hunter’s turn to shake his head. “We were just doing our job. We’re soldiers. It’s what we were bred to do.”

“I know the clones really didn’t have a choice in all of this, but there are people out there who are grateful for what you do. You’re also people who deserve to experience things the rest of us take for granted.” You finished your treat and set it aside. “You should have a chance to live a life without war.”

“I’ve never known life without war. I’m not sure I ever could.” Hunter said and you let out a sigh.

You had touched on this conversation before, during one of your many calls through the last few months. But Hunter had almost always dodged your questions or changed the subject. He clearly didn’t want to talk or think about it, so you never pushed him. This was the furthest you’d ever gotten along this line of thinking. You knew this was your chance to find out more and maybe convince him his life was worth living without war.

You turned towards him, placing your hand over his gloved one as it rested on the railing. His eyes snapped down, but you remained focused on his face.

“Hunter, I don’t know what you’ve been through and I cannot begin to understand. But I do know that you are standing in front of me, living and breathing. I can’t guarantee the war will end in our favor, but if it does, you deserve to live a life that you want with the freedom of discovering it for yourself.” You said. “And I will be around to help you figure it out. All of you.”

“We clones can’t really imagine thinking that far into the future. We’re designed to be expendable.” His voice was quiet and your chest tightened.

“Not to me. Never to me. You and all of your brothers deserve a life and I will do my best to make sure that when the war ends you’re given that choice.”

Hunter let out a sigh. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” You smiled, you moved to remove your hand from the top of his, but he held fast. You froze, shoulders tensing.

“Being a clone does have its advantages.” He said, looking out at the city, seemingly unbothered by the fact his hand was still clutching yours.

You swallowed. “Really? All of you, or just you?”

Hunter’s mouth lifted in a smirk. “Right now, just me. Wanna know why?”

No. Yes. Maybe? Your heart was pounding in your chest and you were trying to keep your hands from trembling.

“Yes.” You breathed and he turned to face you. He switched hands, only to tug off a glove and set it down on the railing. Then his bare hand engulfed yours.

Your stomach swirled as Hunter stepped closer and leaned down slightly so he was hovering near your ear.

“I can hear how fast your heart is beating.”

You stopped breathing as a shiver went down your spine. You could practically feel him smirking beside you and as much as you wanted to punch him for being so smug, you were absolutely frozen in place. Hunter straightened slightly so he was now looking down at you.

Your mind was racing. There were so many instances when the Batch was assigned to protect you where you found your heart rate increasing when you were in Hunter’s presence. You knew he had enhanced senses, but you didn’t think they were that enhanced. Does that mean every time you felt a little off in his presence that he knew it??

Hunter seemed to be following where your train of thought was going, because he chuckled softly. His hand tightened around yours.

“There is something I’ve always wanted to try that I think you can help with.”

Your eyes met his and you let out a breath. You trusted him completely.

“Really?”

He hummed in response as your eyes searched his face.

What could be possibly-

Oh.

It dawned on you what he likely meant and your face warmed involuntarily. You could feel your heart thump in your chest and you cleared your throat, knowing he could hear it now had your stomach flipping.

“Okay.”

Hunter hesitated for a moment, eyes searching yours. You met his gaze and gave his hand a squeeze.

You’re not sure you breathed the entire time Hunter was leaning closer to you, but the exhale you released the moment his lips touched yours was one of relief. Your eyes closed immediately and you sagged against him. There was some shuffling and then two bare hands gently touched your face, his fingertips weaving into your hair.

Knowing you were in danger of losing it entirely, you grabbed onto his wrists, holding them as tightly as you dared. Right now it was the only thing grounding you. His lips moved incessantly and you found yourself chasing every single movement. You hadn’t been kissed like this since…well ever. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders, dragging you closer and you went willingly, practically melting into him.

Before you were ready, he pulled back. You started to lean back in, but he laughed and pressed his forehead against yours. “I hear the boys talking, they might be heading this way any minute.”

You let out a breathy chuckle. “Aah. Right.”

“Trust me, if it wasn’t for them, I wouldn’t have stopped.”

Your stomach did a somersault and you looked up at him, lifting a hand to brush against his cheek. “I would have liked that.”

“To be continued?”

“To be continued.”

Hunter returned your smile, leaning forward to press one last chaste kiss on your lips before taking a step away from you. He adjusted his chest plate and you brushed at your slightly wrinkled clothes. Just then, the door opened.

“Oh, here you are.” Tech said. “I fear that Wrecker is rapidly approaching a sugar crash and I suggest we return to the Marauder before that happens.”

“Alright, we’re coming.” Hunter replied and Tech nodded before shutting the door behind him.

Hunter looked back at you, after he picked up his gloves. He reached forward, gave your hand one last squeeze before putting his gloves back on. You both shared another smile before heading for the door, side by side.

The journey forward would be hard, probably one of the hardest. But knowing Hunter had your six and you had his, it would be worth it.

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

overthinking kitty's "she hit me!" "she can't!" "well, she wanted to!" interaction about lucy again.

i think its a really good reflection of her experiences and how she's learned to handle things tbh, because its something she says to try and make the others listen to how she's feeling. and i figure a lot of her life was not being listened to about her feelings or experiences, so she resorts to last-ditch exaggerations to try and get her point heard.

102 notes - Posted November 17, 2022

#4

im obsessed with just how much of the captain is about theatrics. because when it comes down to it, he's not... put together. like at all. the flashback we see is meant to be his Element, (and you can put this down to gay panic, or the Everything Else if you like), but he sucks at it, a bit. more than a bit, a lot. he's completely flustered, and doing completely arbitrary things, and its very clear that Havers is the competent one in that situation, especially because he gives functional orders and then is like 'go on listen to your CO.' and its something that comes through with Cap all the time. as much as he's continually reasserting his rank, he's so clearly not in charge. at all. and he's continually trying to prove the Cool and Powerful Leadership part of his identity to the other ghosts- eg. him interrupting in The Thomas Thorne Affair to basically just be like 'look how cool and functional id be if this were me'. and in insisting that he'd wear his uniform even if given the chance to do literally anything else. being The Captain is so integral to the false existence he puts up, and i'd guess he probably used it in life to hide other aspects of his reality from both himself and others, to prevent any sort of questioning. how dare they suspect their CO, and how could he possibly be 'that kind of person' when he's a well respected, high ranking officer?

157 notes - Posted September 21, 2022

#3

thinking about the fact julian died with a wedding ring on and pat didnt..

pls ignore the photo quality in favour of the amout of sad this makes me

195 notes - Posted November 9, 2022

#2

totally unfounded ghosts theory

SO . i was thinking about this image:

a little too hard. and about people saying the thing in the captain's hand might be a tissue. and the idea of cap dying at his medal ceremony has been bouncing around my brain for a while, but i THOUGHT, what if the captain died at a funeral/memorial service? it would explain why he's in uniform, and at button house (given the people stationed there) despite the war likely being over and all by the time of his death. i cannot justify this at all, because my brain isnt working enough to research it without just getting current war memorial events, but! its an idea.

222 notes - Posted September 16, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

i feel like we as a fandom don't talk about pat referring to himself as 'the big bad butcher man' enough

270 notes - Posted November 5, 2022

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[hawnks]

I saw your tags talking about how you’d like to have used the word “shatterpoint” but it wasn’t a real word, is there a reason why you chose not to use it aside from that? Even if it’s not a real one, I think it might have been okay /gen

well there are a lot of reasons actually ansnndndnnd

firstly because any starwars fan could clock that term, and it would ruin the immersion. there’s also a real life equivalency, which would be the fault lines or flaws in a diamond, where pressure can crack it; that’s not quite the same feeling as shatter though. it’s also not a word that can be understood through context clues, so the sentence would have to explain or give a synonym….. which isn’t possible because it’s not real lol. so i would have had to either make up a new definition or use the starwars one nsjdjddkkdjd

still nice to think about, though. a word for the singular breaking point of something unbreakable. that’s good hehe