#onehell of apilot

[loyaltyandchaos]

Hello from the future lol! It's already New Year where I am, so HAPPY NEW YEAR! I know I haven't been as active as I used to be, but I really hope to fix that next year. Let next year be a lot easier than this one! Love you all <3        

 *:･ﾟ✧    Happy New Year! *:･ﾟ✧

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[irrfahrer]

If You Were A Deity, What Would You Be The God Of? Your Result: flora and fauna you’re friendly and a benevolent force to those who respect you and your domain, but a true force to be reckoned with to those who disrespect or threaten the balance of the natural world. the forest is nothing to fear for those who take care of it, but it isn’t uncommon for people to go missing with only their faces outlined in the bark on a tree.

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[acharnemcnt-a]

YOGA:    Armitage  does  short  yoga  practice  twice  a  day.  Once  in  the  “morning”  and  once  in  the  “evening”.  I  used  those  terms  loosely  because  he  often  works  12-14  hours  a  day  and  has  no  concept  of  night  and  day.  He  is  very  dedicated  to  his  practice.  He  is  keenly  aware  that  training  causes  muscle  strain  that  is  often  remedied  by  yoga.  Though  the  primary  purpose  of  his  daily  practice  is  to  stay  lithe  and  agile,  as  his  speed  and  quick  reflexes  have  always  outweighed  his  strength.  He  must  keep  them  intact  to  heighten  his  ability  to  survive;  something  he  learned  from  growing  up  under  the  control  of  his  abusive  father.

MEDITATION:  Armitage  is  very  skilled  and  manipulating,  repressing  and  concealing  his  emotions.  He  practices  an  unorthodox  type  of  meditation  to  strengthen  his  ability  to  control  his  reactions  and  to  subdue  the  anxiety  that  arises  from  the  crushing  weight  of  the  limitless  responsibilities  that  Snoke  employs  upon  him.  

READING:  Armitage  is  an  avid  reader.  He  reads  actively  for  work;  studying  technological  journals  &  engineering  manuals,  learning  about  newly  released  science  &  technology  and  simply,  analyzing  and  editing  reports.  Reading  is  a  significant  part  of  his  day.  He  enjoys  it  even  though  it  can  be  quite  exhausting.  Nevertheless,  he  reads  for  pleasure  as  well.  When  he  is  off  duty  you  may  find  him  sprawled  across  his  ice  blue  sofa,  perusing  a  science  magazine,  analyzing  a  history  book,  or  lost  within  the  pages  of  classic  literature.  

AEROBICS:  While  Hux  does  regularly  engage  in  light  weight  and  endurance  training,  a  majority  of  his  exercise  is  made  of  aerobics,  to  keep  up  his  stamina  and  preserve  his  speed  and  agility,  especially  at  his  ascending  age.  You  can  find  him  in  the  officers  gym  lost  in  the  midst  of  an  intense  aerobics  or  kick-boxing  simulation  at  04:00  standard  hours  every  morning.

SHOOTING:  Armitage  underwent  strict  and  diligence  sniper  training  while  at  the  academy.  He  was  hand  picked  after  demonstrating  acute  aim  and  hand  eye  coordination.  In  the  end,  his  uniquely  innovative  mind,  high  IQ  and  strong  mathematic  skills  led  to  his  promise  as  an  engineer  superseding  his  abilities  as  a  sniper  and  he  was  placed  in  he  advanced  engineering  program.  Regardless,  he  continued  to  sharpen  his  shooting  skills  and  is  able  to  shoot  from  3132  meters  if  sharply  focused.  

𝐀𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝: » incoming com :  headcanons  | accepting

@stcrlght​​:  🙋 + skills / hobbies / interests @onehell-of-apilot​:  🙋 + any headcanons about hobbies?

[acerbusfilus]

@onehell-of-apilot​

When was the last time Ben had seen his mother? He couldn’t recall. Yet, here he was showing up to Senator Organa’s office in hopes that she could figure out how to get him out of the mess he’d made for himself. She’d done it before, so he was sure she could do it again, but this time he was done with Snoke’s shit. The man treated him like shit, constantly throwing his father’s death in his face to keep him pacified and honestly, he was sick of it. He wanted to be normal in some semblance again. Maybe go off to college and study something was actually passionate about.

He was holding his helmet under his arm as he walked through the government office. Most people around the area knew him by face despite how he hadn’t been there in ages and so none of the security stopped him. They knew he wasn’t any danger to his mother. He loved her more than anything. He went straight pass her secretary’s desk and right into her office, seeing the woman on the phone.

“Mama.” He said quietly. She’d noticed someone had entered but her gaze was elsewhere. She held a finger out for him to wait and Ben frowned.

“Mama!” He tried again and this time she realized. Her eyes slowly looking up at him before he gave her the widest smile he could imagine.

“I’ll call you back.” She said to the person on the other line and hung up without waiting for an answer back, “Ben Solo, what in god’s name are you doing in my office?”

“I wanted to speak with you about something important.” Ben moved to sit in the seat in front of her desk, “Something you might be happy to hear about.” Leia gave him a wary gaze before pressing the button to buzz her secretary.

“Poe, be a dear and grab me two cups of coffee, would ya? And clear out my schedule for today. It seems something more important has come up.” His mother tried to hold her smile, but it twinkled in her eyes. It was a hope for a future that didn’t involve hurting people. He just needed his mother to help him figure out how.

[cardinal-carvings]

@onehell-of-apilot​:  "How many kids do you want?"

Archex frowns-- not necessarily at the question so much as in consideration. He’d never figured he’d put the desire to a number, and the idea of such threw him off, “... three, I guess? Maybe? I mean... I probably won’t stop there, if I happen across a child in need. I can guarantee you I’m going to take anyone in that needs a family. It’s... how it’s been, up to now, so it’ll probably still ring true.”

[lastsclc]

@onehell-of-apilot | just because…

[sms;//transmit: Old Man] You alive?

[sms;//transmit: Old Man] You didn’t drop by mom’s party.

[sms;//transmit: Old Man] I had a present for you.

[sms;//transmit: Old Man] Good Christmas ?

[origamiblades]

@onehell-of-apilot: [Comm link] Hey firecrotch, want to go for drinks, later? (from senator poe)

Armitage couldn't help the annoyed sigh that huffed past his lips at the other man's words, annoyance prickling underneath his skin. At least he'd grown to anticipate such shenanigans from Poe. "Would love to, really... but I'm afraid I have a full schedule."

[ignitethespark]

@onehell-of-apilot​:  ☝️ Tap my muse on the shoulder (right after Exegol battle)

Adrenaline was running high even after the Fireball touched down on Ajan Kloss, and relief washed over Kaz as he clambered out of the ship and touched down on the soil. It took almost no time at all for those from the Colossus-- the Aces, Tam and himself-- to gravitate towards each other in the moment of celebration that enveloped the air. They’d done it-- they’d managed to take out at least a chunk of the threat.

Amidst the chaos of the aftermath-- the comedown and realization slowly leading towards energy fizzling down to something more manageable, Kaz hadn’t been aware that Poe had approached him until the older man was already tapping his shoulder-- then again, he’d figured something had to have been happening off the glance Tam and Torra had shared. The touch startled him into jumping and whirling around, but the confusion didn’t last for too long.

     “Poe!” He’d already known Poe had made it through the battle, having caught sight of him meeting up with his friends earlier but even with that knowledge and the dissipating energy, Kaz couldn’t keep himself from throwing his arms around the man in relief, “We did it-- we really did it.”

[first-order-general]

🎃 halloween starters  🎃 

@onehell-of-apilot ran into hux at a party

"Before you say anything,” he felt ridiculous. He should have come without a costume, or just stayed home. Anything would be better than this. “It was the only thing they had left.” He had, he thought to his credit, entirely forgotten about this foolishness. And so he’d been forced to stop at one of those garish costume shops the day of the event and--- well, the nurse’s costume was doing his figure no favours, he knew that much. He lifted his chin, trying to pretend like he wasn’t bright red and planning his escape. 

“And besides, if you have anything smart to say about it,” he didn’t know what he intended to follow that with. You can say it to my fist? I’ll have you shot? A little much. “You had better be careful I don’t make you regret it.” Vague enough not to sound completely ridiculous from someone with visibly freckled thighs. This was a disaster, he needed to leave immediately. 

[kingfctt]

Hmmm, ig it's up to me to eventually draw some Boba/Poe for me and @onehell-of-apilot 😌

[gildedcommander]

@onehell-of-apilot​:  "I have an urgent communique for Commander Pike."

There’s a faint sigh that the modular hardly even picks up on-- something that sounded more like static to anyone that may be around him. The (likely intentional) ‘mispronunciation’ of the name he’d earned for himself was childish, and well enough to hint towards the incoming communication request was something that would potentially be a waste of time.

Still, he picked up the request through his helmet communications-- voice low and steady once finally directed over the line;

“What is it?”

[poewingsdameron]

@onehell-of-apilot

“It would be easier to love you if weren’t so goddamn ugly. Really, I still can’t believe I got all the looks. Really sucks to be you.”

[irrfahrer]

A Nature Aesthetic !

Your Result: soil simple works best. that's what you believe in, isn't it? but simple doesn't mean compromise. people underestimate you, but you stay firm in your beliefs. maybe they think you're a little weird. you can come off as unapproachable, but you're the complete opposite: willing to let anyone in without judgement. no judgement, no prejudices, that's your whole spiel. what you see is what you get, and the plain simplicity is the hook to your beauty. giving people the benefit of the doubt is one of the kindest things you can do, but remember not to let it hurt you. setting boundaries is okay. you're allowed to say no, to stop them from crossing lines you've drawn. but keep your gentle kindness. it's beautiful.

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[acharnemcnt-a]

  ADVENTURINE  EYES  SHIFT  with  an  impish  twinkle  as  they  sweep  SHREWDLY  over  the  armored  form  of  his  newly  appointed  guard.      ❝  Tell  me,  were  you  ACTUALLY  knighted  or  are  you  just  one  of  my  father's  ceremonial  thugs?  ❞

𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 for @onehell-of-apilot​

[acerbusfilus]

Poe walked towards the General - he carried a glass of something fruity that the droid has prepared for him, with rum. Sipping from it, he stood next to the taller man - though he kept his eyes ahead. "Been seeing you seducing women left and right, Solo." There was no accusastion in his tone - whatever Ben did to pass the time it was his thing. And it wasn't like Poe was a saint on the matter either, he had his fair share of people. "But I never saw you with a guy before. Guess at first you wouldn't be into them, but I've my doubts. So..." He grinned as he looked up. "When you get bored of them, you can come find me."

Ben's eyes had been searching through the crowd of guests attending this political party. Looking through countless faces to see if any of them particularly tickled his fancy, but he was striking no such luck as he sipped upon a barely alcoholic beverage. His posture was almost annoyed, eyes slowly removing themselves from the crowd when he was suddenly being addressed. His lips curled up into a sort of smile upon Poe's words. Of course, it was no secret that Ben Solo was just as much a ladies man as his father had been.

His response was a light shrug, taking a small sip on his glass before looking back out to the crowd. Yet he stiffened as Poe continued, head turning to look back at him again. He wasn't offended by any means. If anything, he was actually perplexed, dark brows furrowing before he was reaching for the other's glass -- though he didn't pull it out of the other's hand by any means.

"What's in that, drink? I think it's going straight to your head." The shift brought them closer together and for the briefest of moments, Ben looked down upon Poe's lips before back up to his eyes. "Do you need someone to walk you home? Surely you don't plan on drinking anymore when you're talking to me like that."

[cardinal-carvings]

@onehell-of-apilot​:  ☹ ⇋       60, gashes on face

The fight had been rough, and it stressed Cardinal out that he couldn’t just hop in a TIE himself and bring aid to his people who were out there, defending the ship. He’d argued against the location when it was brought up, and under these circumstances he couldn’t even feel any positive emotion towards being right. Next time, he’d push and shove and not relent until his voice was heard loud and clear.

Those were his men out there, dying to cover a mistake that shouldn’t have even happened. A mistake Cardinal had worked towards fixing, but they had to make sure they could safely jump-- and that they had a good place to jump. Cardinal didn’t leave much room for argument when he keyed in the coordinates he’d brought up days ago. Thankfully for everyone, no one seemed all too willing to argue against it anyways.

Once things had been manageable, once they were clear enough, Cardinal made the call to get everyone back on ship so they could make the jump without losing anyone else. There’d been more commotion out in space as the TIEs worked to break off and come back, and Cardinal had to snap at someone on the bridge not to even think about jumping before they got the all clear when it was brought up as an option.

They were fine, they could wait. No more lives had to be lost over a mistake that shouldn’t have even happened.

It was only once it’d been commed in that everyone still alive had made it back-- once the familiar swirl of hyperspace enveloped the viewports-- that he’d been informed that a few TIEs had taken heavy damage, and that they needed to get to sickbay as quickly as possible.

Cardinal wasn’t surprised to hear that news, and yet still he swore his heart tried to lurch itself free of his chest at the potential of just how bad everything could be. Shooting a glare towards the one he considered responsible for the bulk of this mess, the Captain swiftly dismissed himself and stormed towards the hanger.

He had to make sure his men were okay-- that he, was okay, especially. Cardinal knew Crimson was an amazing pilot, but he also knew the man had a reckless streak about him. He dreaded the one day he’d get a message informing him Crimson had gotten himself killed-- sometimes he wondered what would end up being the final blow, but entertaining the idea too long always poked at the knot of anxiety that sat in his stomach ever since Crimson had appeared aboard the Absolution.

Cardinal didn’t know how he’d be able to handle it, if he’d lost Crimson.

He’d passed a few injured pilots along the way towards the hangers, and couldn’t stop from slowing down to give them a brief nod and once over-- with the magics of the First Order medicine, they should be fine, but... it wasn’t fair they were hurt to begin with.

Then, finally, Cardinal spotted him. Crimson. His brisk yet ‘professional’ pace was abandoned immediately, as the man found himself surging forward to get a better look at the other. It was easy to notice off the bat that there seemed to be gashes along Crimson’s face-- that didn’t exactly comfort Cardinal. Gently, a hand reaches up, ignoring the possibility of someone seeing the interaction and reporting it for being more than what was ‘allowed’.

An attachment--...

Cardinal is gentle as he pressed fingers to Crimson’s face, mindful of the wound while trying to assess the damage, a frown painting his lips hidden behind his helmet, “That looks nasty... you alright...?”