#onehell-of-apilot

[alongtimeago]

Well Excuuuuuuuuse Me, Princess! (for Leia hehe)

SEND “WELL EXCUUUUUUUUSE ME, PRINCESS!” FOR THE RECEIVING MUSE’S REACTION TO THE SENDING MUSE SAYING THIS TO THEM.

"Yes. You're excused. Get out, NOW."

Leia grumbled as she glared at Poe. She knew that they both had their tempers so she thought it best if they continued their discussion later. Giving them both the chance to calm down again

[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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[mercifulmemories]

What Van Gogh Painting Are You?

the sunflowers

"i'd like to paint in such a way that... everyone who has eyes could understand it." there was a series of these paintings of sunflowers. van gogh was heavily praised for them by those he knew. to him, they felt like they were his mark. like they were truly his own. you often feel the same need to stand out and be remembered for something. you're an individualist through and through, and you're determined to make your own mark. you have so much courage, so much passion, and so much determination. but let me tell you a secret: you don't have to fight to be important. you already are. some of your traits are: ambitious, one-minded, and passionate.

tadded by: @onehell-of-apilot

tagging: you!

[bountyfcrged]

@onehell-of-apilot liked for a short starter.

             “Well, always did say you were one helluva a pilot, --” Han’s grin was half formed, but no less genuine for it as he extended a hand out towards Poe.   “You did good, kid.”

[rebelfcrged]

@onehell-of-apilot liked for a short starter.

          “How long before the squad will be ready for the next patrol?”  Leia glanced up towards the pilot, fingers brushing aside one sector of map on the holonet to reveal the next.   Her question meant both ships, and pilots -- the emotional and physical toll of the last week’s fight against the First Order had left ships and personnel in ragged shape, and while she did not want to push the pilots back into action before they were ready, she couldn’t afford to miss any mission opportunity they were up for. 

[aetcrnus]

@onehell-of-apilot​ ; incoming transmission ⸻  ❝  you wanted more.  ❞ (from sith poe to sith kenobi)

             →  richard siken sentences // accepting

          WANTING MORE.    A VAGUE CONCEPT,  one that could both be agreed with and dismissed all together.    Perhaps the freedom he had sought and found could fall in the vast category of things that Obi-wan had wanted but then everything would be diluted,  reduced to something done on a frivolous whim,  when,  truth to be told,  it was so much more.    A tilt of his head,  a subtle action,  the telltale that the sith was considering his next words.    ❝  Everyone wants more,  but oftentimes they don’t know of what.  ❞    The corner of his mouth twitching,  a fleeting smirk gracing his features as he looked at the younger man.    ❝  It’s in our nature.  ❞    A pause,  lips pursing.    ❝  But some want to be free.  ❞    

          How long did it took him to realize it  ?    Longer than one could imagine,  strong were the invisible shackles wrapped tightly around him and binding him down,  keeping him from looking past what he so adamantly wanted his belief to be.    ❝  Allowing oneself to give into their emotions without letting them fester like a open wound,  embracing the anger,  the pain and everything I was told to repress.    That was what I wanted.  ❞    It was ironic in a way,  that the one who helped guide him to cut the remaining strings that kept him precariously balancing above the darkness,  was the very same person that had pushed Obi-wan to lose control for the very first time back when his master had died.    Perhaps the Force had known the path that he was supposed to follow all along or perhaps it had been fate.    Either way,  long gone were the days where he’d deny his real nature for the sake of others.    ❝  Everyone has their different reasons,  you do too.  ❞

[jundlcndwastes-moving2]

         ☆ NOTICING TRAUMA SENTENCE STARTERS ☆

↪ “You don’t feel safe, here.” asked by @onehell-of-apilot​

               ❝ It’s not that I don’t feel safe... ❞ Juniper started to follow her words up with something else, some kind of explanation, but her words immediately crumbled at her lips. She didn’t know what kind of answer to give him because what the hell was talking about her feelings in the first place? How did she begin to tell someone how it hurt to breathe and how she was so exhausted but her mind won’t stop racing long enough to give her some descent sleep? So instead, she just exhaled deeply and slowly through her nose and looked up at Poe. She didn’t even bother a forced smile at this point. ❝ It’s just my anxiety right now. It won’t let me think straight...or sleep for that matter. ❞

[greyturned]

@onehell-of-apilot​  gets  the  Dad!Ben

                  ❝    i  left  the  First  Order  years  ago  ,    before  they  were  born  .    ❞      it  had  been  a  long  ,    exciting  day  for  the  twins  .    the  infants  slumped  in  their  father’s  arms  ,    sleeping  against  his  chest  .    he  hoped  it  was  just  happenstance  that  brought  the  First  Order  across  his  path  on  the  little  ,    castaway  planet  he’d  settled  on  to  raise  the  twins  away  from  the  war  .    and  not  his  past  ,    his  life  as  Kylo  Ren  ,    coming  back  for  his  children  .    Ben  was  lucky  he  was  able  to  grab  them  and  escape  ,    narrowly  ,    though  that  had  put  him  in  the  path  of  the  Resistance  almost  immediately  .      ❝    but  you  knew  that  already  ,    didn’t  you  ?    ❞

[kylo-wrecked]

@onehell-of-apilot​ :// {cont’d from here}

He was used to the rebuttals, the castigation, and the feeling that Poe really would punch him in the face if he went any further. But the "ex-boyfriend." That. That gave him pause.

"Criminal ex-boyfriend?"

His partially muffled voice snakes out from where he kneels, his face buried in Poe's everything.

"Seamy."

Poe has never named their connection. Ben has never been a suitor as far as he knows. And Poe never calls attention to what they have beyond their faded friendship. Ben is merely an encounter, a causal effect. But Ben wants — he wants so badly. He’s breathless against the warm mound between Poe's legs, eager to peel off his uniform. The way he says 'Ben, please' doesn't help.

"Just kick me," he groans, giving voice to Poe's unspoken thoughts. Ben still has that thing his uncle once called an ability — a sensitivity to people, a connection.

Finally, he rises. His gaze like lead.

"Fine," Ben says, casting a gloomy glance toward the binders. "But stop resisting. If you want to make it off this ship, you're going to need your hands."

Stun cuffs, magna-cuffs, energy shackles. There was a way out of everything. There was a way to overcome or outwit every obstacle. Always a way. One just had to call the odds, and most of the time, Ben could.

Ben finagles with the breast pocket of his utility vest and produces an intricate metal key. Bumped it off a guy named DJ, who took a bad deal because his eyes were a little too close together. The key was liquid metal, maybe even bandorium.

If his father had taught him anything.

Poe is free within seconds and has every opportunity to punch him.

[compendiumofconstellations]

@onehell-of-apilot​ for a plotted starter with Poe & Jim!

“Okay, this is so not Federation air space.” 

Jim couldn’t help but look around. He tried his communication system, but the signal wasn’t reaching back to Starfleet. He couldn’t see the glow that had made the stars look just a little funny before he ended up here. 

“Great. Just great.”

And then he saw the other spacecraft. It wasn’t a design he was familiar with. He started projecting a message on all channels.

“My name is James Tiberius Kirk; I’m a student at Starfleet Academy. I believe I travelled through some kind of wormhole and ended up here. I mean no harm.”

He just hoped they believed him.

[asycuwish-m]

@onehell-of-apilot is demanding a starter and threatening me (this is a joke)

          IN THE NORMALLY QUIET ROOM, Boba sprawls across his large mattress struggling to fall back asleep. Close by, on his own bed, Poe was tossing and turning among the sheets causing a ruckus. Normally their nights when his partner was in town consisted of demands for cuddling and physical touch affirming their romantic stance, however, Boba was not one for sharing a bed by any means. He needed that boundary and although it wasn’t the most rational of thoughts, he truly did believe doing so kept Poe safe in the long run. The emotional walls he had built slowly carrying over into almost physical ones.

            But this was growing worrisome - small grunts of despair rumbling within Poe’s throat and almost by instinct Fett had leaped out of bed. In what would have appeared to be an awkward exchange to an outsider the older gentleman stood at the edge of Poe’s bed for a long moment before moving in a stiff motion to lie behind the pilot. Large arms slowly encircle Poe and bring him flush against his body, rocking ever so slightly in an attempt to soothe him. Fett knew what these nightmares could be like on a personal level, he knew how hard it was to snap out of dreams that were so tightly woven by traumas that even though your subconscious is screaming for an escape your mind keeps you imprisioned there. But the difference would be in this instant, Fett could provide what he wished he had during his own episodic dreams, comfort. And if Boba knew anything about Poe, physical touch was one of his most prominent love languages (or so he assumed) and perhaps this would help. Or so he could hope.

[bolddeeds]

@onehell-of-apilot​ gets: edwyn

"There’s something you must know.” Maker, this was easier in his head when he was still walking—rushing—away from the messenger to here. How would anyone go about breaking terrible news to unsuspecting minds? Worse, he could barely disguise his own shock; it was probably written all over his face. “Uh, you might want to sit...”

[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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[mercifulmemories]

@onehell-of-apilot  didn’t ask for a thing from bb-8, but gets one anyways

There weren't many things that BB-8 felt he couldn't do. He was a good listener, he could repeat instructions back to the letter, he was fast and he was clever, if left to his own devices. Seeing Poe miserable made him feel a little helpless, not knowing how to help him. He rolled over to the edge of the bed from the doorway, whirring quietly to see if Poe was even awake. 

BB-8 loved him, even if droids didn't have true feelings like humans did, he knew that Poe was absolutely his best friend, and he needed the droid now more than ever. He nudged his metal head against the other's arm, trying to get some kind of reaction. The little droid was so sad, seeing that his friend was also sad too. He beeped softly, hopefully reassuring Poe that it was okay, that he was there for him no matter what. 

He didn't know if the other wanted to talk, but the offer was there, if Poe needed it. That was all he could do, he supposed, at least until Poe said what else he needed. 

BB-8 knew that he'd been assigned to Poe because of his piloting skills, and he knew that it was important to be on top of his game at all times in case Poe asked him to do something. But he could tell that something was very much not right, and so he was trying to be a good friend. The best friend that anyone could ask for.

[cosmosreign-a]

loud & deafening silence   /   @onehell-of-apilot​ said: volumes .   gaze  at  my  muse  in  a  way  that  silently  says  ‘i love you’ (Ben)

         it’s a scene reminiscent of a time in the past ,  texts highlighting various aspects of the Force laying carefully open in front of crossed legs ,  lightsaber laying next to one of the tombs ,  and the two sat knees-touching next to each other .  the differences between then and now reflect the changing times ,  his lightsaber has gone from light grey and single bladed to blackened and vents applied to the sides to make the crossguard design ,  the texts were a mixture of Sith and Jedi ,  and they were both taller and broader .  Ben noted the familiar scene with a more comfortable acceptance ,  and fondness ,  than he would have when he first returned from the darkness he’d been lost in .          careful fingers turn a yellowed and frail page as dark eyes roam over the ancient text ,  the dialect was different from what he was familiar with ,  but he was still able to make enough sense out of it as he read .  the light breeze carrying across the land blew raven strands across his face ,  to which he absentmindedly brushed away .  Ben was going over a particularly interesting passage when he felt eyes on him ,  his gaze pulled away from the pages and he looked up at the other .  the look he catches on Poe’s face pulls a warm blush out of him .   ❝  what ?  ❞   he asked quietly ,  lips curling in a soft smile with the blush still present .

[pcsitivibee]

positivity for onehell-of-apilot : @onehell-of-apilot you are an amazing writer. The passion and thought and depth and care you bring to your muses is always amazing. And i hope that you always have that passion.