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samspenandsword · 1 year

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Sam💙💜💗😊 can I please have a ship request!? Man in any era is ok! But preferably prequels/TCW era. NSFW content is ok, but only if you’re comfortable bby 😊

about me: julie, she/her, 26. I’m a fiery, bold, intense short Italian girl with dark brown hair and brown eyes. I’m outspoken, passionate and fight tirelessly for what’s right. I’m also a bit of a sexpot I can’t help it ok 😂 I have an iced coffee/cold brew addiction, my favorite season is summer, I love indie pop and pop punk music and my favorite foods are pizza and pasta. My aesthetic is a weird mix between sexy, sporty, grungey and like urban street wear. My favorite Star Wars planet is probably Onderon or Felucia bc I love all the plants!! I’m so excited to see who you come up with and absolutely congrats on your 300 followers!!! Here’s to 300 more for my talented friend🥰

JULIE BABE!!!! Okay I love you and I was so excited to write this!! I ship you so hard with Rex (as everyone should lol), but I wanted to write about someone else, cause you're such an amazing person and you are a hot fucking commodity! You would have guys lining up to be with you! I hope February has been going okay for you so far! ❤️

Sam's Pen and Sword 300 Follower Celebration (Closed)

JULIE'S FOLLOWER CELEBRATION REQUEST

Warnings: 18+ (minors gtfo): implied smut, aftercare, afterglow, tooth-rotting, heart-pounding fluff and sweet nothings and confessions.

Ship request 👄

When I was thinking of your request and what I know about you, I really couldn't help but think of our beloved Commander Wolffe. The first time he saw you, you were wearing washed out black skinny jeans, a red crop top with lips to match, your hair in loose waves looking perfect for gripping, and to say Wolffe's eyes were glued to you is an under-fucking-statement. I see Wolffe as someone who in theory would love to have a partner, a companion, but in practice is just far more comfortable with a physical relationship that develops into something more. So you guys would have hot fucking sex to start, and slowly, over time, you would see more and more of Wolffe's golden heart showing. Our commander eyeroll doesn't open up his heart to others easily, but once he does, you can't help but cherish it. I like to think that you'd be the one to introduce Wolffe to the gift that is pizza and pasta and good carbs. He's particularly fond of spicy sausage pizza, homemade lasagna, and a good brown wheat bread, like the kind you'd get at space-Cheesecake Factory. I also think you would be the one to introduce him to cold brew, and though he prefers just regular, black drip coffee, he does find himself occasionally liking the mellower, smoother flavor of cold brew. He's also become quite adept at making your blends and iced coffees in the mornings, both of you a little grumbly until the caffeine fully hits.

Wolffe could feel his heart calm as he came down from his climax. He'd never realized how simultaneously fun and intense and passionate sex could be until you came into his life. And he had quickly become addicted to the feeling of you around him, surrounding him, on top of him, beneath him. He simply became addicted to you. In the same way you always (semi-jokingly) said you couldn't live without your morning iced coffee, he had come to realize that you were simply essential. Essential to his life and his heart. Essential to him. You were curled up into his side, leg thrown over his, dark hair a spectacular mess he proudly owned up to. Your skin was slightly tacky, still slightly slickened from the aftermath of your activities. But Wolffe found he didn't mind, hand smoothing down the curve of your spine. You simply wiggled closer, sighing happily, and Wolffe knew he'd do anything to hear that little sigh as often as possible. For it, too, felt essential. "Comfortable, cyar'ika?" Wolffe's tone had a hint of his normal, dry humor in it, but was overwhelmingly fond. He dropped a slow kiss to your crown. "Mmm." "Should get you cleaned up," Wolffe rumbled, not making any effort to get up and do so. You didn't move either. "Mhmm." Several minutes passed, nothing but content silence and loving touch passing between the two of you. And then, as if in sync, you lifted your head from where it lay on his shoulder and he dipped down. The kiss was sated, slow, and contained a rare tenderness for the two of you. Wolffe instantly knew he wanted to kiss you like this more often. "Come on, mesh'la. I'll make coffee after we shower." The speed at which you leapt up and bounded into the fresher made Wolffe chuckle. Forty minutes, and another pair of orgasms later, you were perched on the kitchen counter, smiling as Wolffe set down a glass of iced coffee, straw curled into a fun little twist. You sipped it happily and Wolffe smiled fondly at you, raising his own steaming mug to his lips. Your heart skipped a beat at the sight of the gentle, content curl of his lips, just as it always did. "Come here," you said, reaching forward to cradle the back of his neck. Wolffe leaned forward, returning your kiss. He tasted heady and of coffee, and it made your head spin. "Thanks." Your voice was quiet, barely a whisper against his lips. You weren't just thanking him for the coffee, but you weren't sure you had the courage to speak your heart quite yet. But Wolffe didn't need you to. Your words were confession enough for him. "Anytime, cyar'ika," he murmured back, pressing your lips together once more. "Anytime." And his words were confession enough for you, too.

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samspenandsword · 1 year

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Congrats on 300, Sam! You’re a talented and lovely person, I can’t wait to see your blog grow. Could I please get 👄 and ⚔️ for the prompts?

I’m in my 20s, use she/her pronouns, and bisexual. I enjoy the prequels era and the Mandalorian era the most, but I’m open to any era and organization!

I’m a Scorpio and an INTJ (just found this out so I’m still trying to make sense of it lol). I have blonde hair, blue eyes, and am covered in tattoos. People say I look like a former soviet spy, so I guess that’s my aesthetic? 😂

Naboo is gorgeous, but I have to say I also really love Takodana. I would love to spend time at Max Kanata’s castle. I have hard time staying in one place or doing the same thing over and over again.

I’m an introvert at heart! I can be personable and outgoing when necessary, but at my core I love to be independent and in my own bubble. I’m shy when I meet new people, but I have no trouble opening up to my friends and family.

Congrats again, my friend! You deserve all the recognition 💖 ✨

Hi Vee!! Thank you so much! I hope you've been doing well this week! And I hope February treats you well!

Sam's Pen and Sword 300 Follower Celebration (Closed)

Vee's Follower Celebration Request

Ship request 👄

For you, I instantly thought of the man himself, Jango Fett. Not only would he find you hot as fuck but he would really appreciate your indepedence. He loves that he had to work to get you to open up, because he's the same way. He's not going to open up right away. Plus, the two of you both have trouble staying in one place for very long (even though Jango's "homebase" eventually becomes Kamino, he doesn't like being cooped up there). He'd enjoy getting to see your expressions (from the safety of his helmet ofc lol) as he takes you to new planets, especially ones with lots of vegetation like Naboo and Takodana. And he also appreciates that your looks make people think twice about messing with you. Honestly, I could see the two of you as one of those amazing, sizzling, slow-burn, "jesus christ you fuck good but just admit you actually love each other for fuck's sake," "fucking FINALLY!" relationships.

Jango walked behind you as you made your way towards Takodana Castle, though it was mostly known simply as Maz's. Jango had grown to appreciate the place, as it was one of the few places in the galaxy where he didn't have to worry about a fight breaking out. He lived for the light, but there were times even he needed to sit down and have a drink without the worry of needing to throw a punch. Ever since he had brought you here the first time, it had become a special place for the both of you. Maz had not only taken a shine to you, but you found beauty and fun on Takodana. Jango had grown weary of the galaxy and its beauties. At least, until you came into his life. You drew eyes as you entered the palace. You drew eyes everywhere you went. You were not only beautiful, but you held such presence. You could blend in no matter where you went, from the seedy streets of Nevarro with the rest of the Guild, to the streets of Coruscant where no one paid any mind to anything but their own business. From the harshness of Tatooine, where no one wanted to be bothered or bothered anyone in return, to the grand city of Theed, where your eyes matched the shade of the clear skies. Maz caught sight of you both, her voice booming despite her small stature. You smiled at her like you did at all your friends - kindly and openly. It was only your friends and family who saw such an expression. Everyone else saw the raise of your eyebrow and starkness of your tattoos. It did wonders for getting people to leave you alone. Though there was the occasional... annoyance. Jango gladly took care of them. One of Maz's servers was quick to bring your usual: a plate of seared dumplings. You swore that no one would ever do dumplings as well as it was done on your homeworld, but Maz was close. Jango simply watched as you dug in, and felt his heart warm as it always did when you were happy. Watching the sparkle in your eye. The upturn of your lips. The comfortable, relaxed set of your shoulders. The laughter you released more easily. It made his heart warm. And behind his helmet, Jango smiled.

Rival request ⚔️

This one was a little harder for me to figure out, but I eventually settled on the Kryze sisters as your ultimate rivals. The two represent two opposite extremes. One of them represents the decimation of an ancient culture, nobility and frivolity, narrowmindedness and ignorance of the bigger picture. The other represents the warped evolution of that ancient culture, hypocrisy, haughtiness and arrogance, and a similar ignorance of the bigger picture. And I can just see you standing behind them during one of their arguments suggesting a compromise of some sort and instantly receiving matching death glares.

Satine's clipped, accented speech was strained with frustration and anger. No one brought it out of her quite like Bo-Katan did, who smirked in front of her older sister. The redhead was getting pleasure from irking Satine. You wanted to scream. This was doing nothing but aggravating the situation beyond repair. You wondered if that was the sisters' true goal. You couldn't imagine it wasn't, the way they were going at it. "Have you learned nothing, Bo?" Satine explained, voice losing its usual regality. "War has devastated our people. There is very nearly nothing left!" "But outlawing our ways, the ways we have lived with for thousands of years, is your answer? The people will never stand for it, Satine. They'll revolt against you faster than you can say 'peace.'" "As if you even believe peace to be an option." "Mandalorian is not only a people, Satine. It is a Creed. It is the Way." "It is not the only way." You closed your eyes as you forced yourself to remain silent. This was doing nothing. They were both right. And both wrong. And oh, so stubborn. Neither of them would budge. And you feared for Mandalore if this stalemate never resolved. The New Mandalorians were looking to Satine as their voice, as their leader. But traditionalists, more conservative people still believed in the old ways. They found their royal voice in Bo-Katan. But they knew they were at a disadvantage. Bo-Katan was younger. She would not be the one ascending to the throne of Mandalore. Those Mandalorians would never follow a pacifist leader. And they were more than willing to wage war to prevent that becoming a reality. And the New Mandalorians would be forced to fight back to avoid destruction. Civil war was on the horizon. And you couldn't bring yourself to care about the sisters, so wrapped up in their squabbling and differing opinions to see the bigger picture. It would be the common people who would suffer most in the war. A war the sisters were only exacerbating. And Kryze sisters would be in for one hell of a surprise when they each came to you for support and found none. You were done. They were on their own. You would be doing what you could for your people.

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samspenandsword · 1 year

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Congratulations on 300 followers! 🫶🏻 Thank you so much for doing these requests as well, it's such a good idea! I would like 👄 (man, prequel, can be either NSFW or SFW, whatever is easier for you!), 😎 (either, prequel), and ❤️ (either, prequel) pls!

My name is Molly, I'm 20 years old, and my pronouns are she/her. Some of my favorite planets are Naboo, Alderaan, Coruscant, Kamino, and Shili. I'm quite tall (5'9") with thin build, and I have light brown/dark blonde hair and hazel eyes. I'm quite shy in the beginning and have social anxiety, but once you get to know me, I start to open up more. I like older music ('60s and '70s stuff) and I'm not a picky eater. I'm much better with literature/language/writing/philosophy/history/humanities than math and science. I love researching music history, and I also play three instruments (piano, guitar, and drums). Sorry if this is too much lol! Thanks again :)

MOLLY BABE!! Thank you so much for requesting!! I hope the start of the new year has been okay for you!

Sam's Pen and Sword 300 Follower Celebration (Closed)

Molly's Follower Celebration Request

Ship request 👄

I know you're a Cody girl (which, same), but I truly ship you so much with Kix! You have just such a warm presence that I think Kix would absolutely relish in after a hectic mission or day with the 501st. Kix is more of a scientific mind than a artistic mind, but I can see the both of you having a wonderful date at a nature and science museum!! And I can envision you introducing him to music like the (space) Jackson 5, Queen, the Bee Gees, the Beatles, ABBA. (Kix is an absolute fanboy for Space!ABBA). He'd also be so amazed at how you can play three instruments! Kix would also be completely understanding that you're a little socially anxious, and would never push you into situations you're not comfortable with, like a rowdy night at 79's with his brothers (they can be a lot even for him lol). Overall, I think you and Kix would be super cute!!

Kix could feel tension leaving his body as he stepped over the threshold and into your home. He felt like he was cocooned in warmth and comfort as soon as the door had slid shut. Not much had changed here, it seemed. That looked like a new blanket thrown over the couch, and your guitar case was open on the floor, like you'd just recently played it. But the home still looked the same. Still smelled the same. Like freshly done laundry and linen. A calming scent. A stark difference from the usual sharpness of bacta and blaster cleaner that lingered in his nose while deployed. Still felt the same. Light, open, welcoming. Like home. Kix could hear music playing, a smile growing unbidden as he recognized it. Straining to listen, Kix could hear you puttering around in your bedroom. So he simply began to remove his armor, efficiently, but langorously. He was home now. There was no rush. His hair had gotten longer, Kix noticed, running a bare hand over his head. He wondered if he should just let it grow, or if he should buzz it back into its usual pattern. But again, there was no rush. He didn't have to decide now. Kix was just finished stacking his armor into a neat pile in the basket by your door when you emerged from the bedroom. As gorgeous as ever. And Kix felt his heart skip a beat. "Kix!" You rushed to him, throwing your arms around him with a happy, surprised laugh. "I didn't expect you until tonight!" "I got finished early and wanted to surprise you." "You didn't pawn your paperwork off on Coric, did you?" Kix chuckled. The thought had crossed his mind. "No, mesh'la." The music was still playing. An upbeat tune that made him feel unburdened and airy. It melted away the stress from his shoulders as easily as you did. Kix held out his hand. "Dance with me?" "Kix!" He didn't wait for your answer, smiling cheekily as he snagged you and brought you right to his chest. And it was as you burst into happy laughter, letting Kix swing you around the living room, that it fully sank in: He was home.

Bestie request 😎

I can envision you and Fives absolutely being besties! Maybe not at first, because Fives is a lot even when he's not actively being chaotic, but after getting to know each other, breaking past the initial awkwardness of meeting people, I can really see the two of you hitting it off! Fives drags you on random adventures, forcing you out of your shell. But it's usually something you have interest in: a new restaurant, a coffee shop concert, the Space Rock n Roll Hall of Fame lol. Fives' spontaneity is so refreshing for you. And you love introducing him to new foods (I think Fives would be a foodie if he had the time and opportunity).

"What is this place?" You knew it didn't look like much, but you could swear on your life that this place had the best pastries this side of the galaxy. You had found it on accident, but it turned out to be quite a happy one. You had to limit yourself coming here so as not to spend all your money and eat only treats for meals. "It's one of my favorite places." You had dreams about their toffee cookies. You snorted with laughter as you walked inside and saw Fives' eyes practically glaze over with hunger and happiness. The smell of a bakery was so comforting. And you knew Fives rarely got to eat much other than the GAR-issue rations. As always, the place was bustling with activity - one employee was boxing up what looked like four dozen or so cookies while another was ringing up a customer pointing at lemon blondies. Several people were sat around the place, munching on pastries and desserts with empty latte mugs before them. "I could die today and be happy." "Same." "How do you choose what to get?? It all looks so good!" You laughed. "With a great deal of agony." Fives looked at you, and without needing to say it, you could see how much he appreciated you showing him this place. How much it meant to him to be introduced to all the things the Kaminoans deprived him and his brothers of. "Come on," he said, straightening like this was an important mission. The smile on his lips belayed the seriousness of his posture. "If I don't fall into a sugar coma after this I will have considered this outing a failure." You followed him to the counter, laughing.

Family request ❤️

For your found family, I couldn't help but picture Omega! This little girl has spent her entire life on Kamino with a strict instructor and barely any time for what the Kaminoans would likely call "frivolity." This endlessly curious girl learns that you can play different instruments and has a thousand questions about it. She asks you what Naboo is like, what it's like to see so many plants, to bask in the sunshine. She starts asking about your favorite books and wants you to read them all to her. Plus, you're a rare female presence in her life and that makes her adore you even more. And it becomes hard to not feel like a big sister to her.

It was an absolutely beautiful day on Naboo - sun shining, breeze light and cool, sky blue with lots of fluffy clouds. And Omega was having a ball. In fact, you could barely get her to sit still long enough to get her shoes on before she darted away to sprint through the fields. Speaking of shoes... She was no longer wearing them. She'd kicked them off so she could freely wiggle her toes in the grass. She would never get used to it. It tickled!! It was alive! It was so soft! And warm! Absolutely nothing like the cold, white halls of Kamino. You could only smile and shake your head fondly. That girl. Though you supposed you couldn't blame her. You yourself were so endlessly fond of Naboo. Few places were so beautiful. Omega called your name, grinning so big and wide you wondered if it hurt. "Did you bring the stuff?" As if you could forget. When you'd promised to one day take Omega for a picnic on Naboo, she had been so excited. And impatient. And now that it was finally happening, she couldn't contain herself. You smiled, holding up the basket and book you were reading together. "You mean this stuff?" Omega beamed, and helped you spread the picnic blanket. Naboo was calm and peaceful as her giggles echoed across the fields, and you couldn't help it. You giggled too. "You ready?" you asked, cracking the book open. Omega nodded quickly, mouth already full of the Mantell you'd mixed. Laughing, you began to read.

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samspenandsword · 1 year

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hi sam!! congratulations on 300 well-earned followers my dear. thank you for always being such a kind, talented, and fun ray of light in this fandom 🫶🏻 i love your idea for the celebration, so if it’s alright i’d like to submit mine to ya!

first off my name is lauren, i’m 21 years old, and my pronouns are she/they. i’m bi so i’m totally fine being paired with a man or woman for the ship prompt! my favorite star wars planet is bespin, there is just something about those sunsets and clouds that GET ME lol. i think for aesthetic mine is kind of all over the place but i always go back to the good ol 70s groupie/vintage baddie aesthetic lmao. i’m 5’7 and definitely a big bitch haha. i have a full sleeve of flower tattoos and a couple others scattered around, my hair is long and brown and my eyes are green:) as for music i listen to literally everything. my playlist goes anywhere from foo fighters > fleetwood mac > iron maiden > nwa > carole king > sturgill simpson > sza haha so trust me when i say everything. my favorite food is anything asian and mexican! i love to shop, listen to music, go antiquing, play video games, read, write, and watch movies/tv shows. my favorite season is definitely spring, i can’t get enough of everything coming back alive after the cold winters! and to top it all off, i am a coffee girlie till i die <3 as for prompts, can i get a ship and family? for the third one, i’m gonna ask for the dealer’s choice if that’s alright 🥰 but if you only wanna do the two i completely understand 💕 thanks for letting me submit this and congratulations again on your milestone, i am excited to see you grow your blog even more! 💛

LAUREN!! It's always so nice to see you on my dash! I really hope you're doing well! So without further ado, let's get into it!

Sam's Pen and Sword 300 Follower Celebration (Closed)

Lauren's Follower Celebration Request

Ship request 👄

For you, my mind instantly went to one of my all-time favorite SW characters, Hera Syndulla. I can 1000000% picture Hera blasting (space) Foo Fighters and Fleetwood Mac in the cockpit of the Ghost while flying through the skies. She hasn't been home in a while, but she still loves to reminisce about the spring season on Ryloth, and would one day love to take you there. Or perhaps on a sunset flight through the clouds of Bespin. There's nothing that Hera loves more than flying and being in the skies with her loved ones around her.

You weren't sure how long you'd simply been idling in the sky, watching the clouds change color as the sun set on the horizon. And if someone asked you to describe the sunset on Bespin, you weren't sure you'd even have the words to describe the myriad of colors and beauty it held. They'd simply have to see if for themselves. The quiet ambience of the cockpit was broken by the beeping of your girlfriend's murderbot. It sounded like whining. If that were even possible. But you knew Chopper loved whining almost as much as he loved violence. "What did I tell you?" came the voice of your girlfriend. Hera popped out, her brows crunched with frustration. "Did you finish the repairs?" There was some indignant beeping and wobbling. Hera did not look impressed. "Uh-uh. Get to it." Chopper rolled away with no small amount of grumbling. And Hera sank into the pilot's chair with a groan. You simply couldn't help your laugh, leaning over to kiss her cheek. Hera's lip twitched up. "Kids these days, huh?" you joked. "Ergh, why is he so frustrating?" You knew Hera loved that droid more than just about anything, but she was right, he could be frustrating. "Hera, relax." You stood, coming to stand behind her, lightly massaging her shoulders through her ever-present flight suit. Hera's head drooped back, and she looked at you with grateful green eyes. "Thank you." You smiled and kissed her forehead. Hera looked forward again, a relaxed smile playing on her lips, and you wrapped your arms around her shoulders. She reached up, lightly tracing the floral tattoos on your arm, having memorized them long ago. And the two of you simply watched the sunset, a moment of respite amongst the chaos around you.

Found family request ❤️

I took a while to think on this one, because I wanted to get it right. But as soon as it hit me, a whole world of stuff popped into my head. So I envisioned you as a tattoo artist on Coruscant who suddenly saw an influx of clone troopers at the beginning of the war. When the Jedi encouraged them to give themselves nicknames, personalized armor, fun hairstyles, all that jazz, many of them branched out to get tattoos as well. I headcanon that Fives and Echo came in not long after "Rookies," Fives wanting to get something to remember his batchers by. Echo came by for moral support, not really being one for tattoos. But over the years, Fives started coming in with other brothers, always regaling you with stories of their latest missions and lots of bad jokes. So over time, I see Fives coming to see you as not only a friend, but the closest thing he's ever had to a sister. You become someone he can vent to when a mission has been particularly trying. Someone who always has snacks on hand. Someone who can give him shit but ultimately hugs him and tells him to be safe.

"Please tell me you're kidding." Fives' smile did not falter. And you had to suddenly pause in your work, the tattoo gun turning off and being set aside. "Nope." He popped the "p." "You should've seen in," Jesse said, relaxing a bit into the chair. He was lying on his side, blue ink glistening on his skin a bit in half-completed geometric patterns. Hardcase. You thought briefly of the more hyperactive clone. He'd always been fun. You'd miss him. But that wasn't the point right now. Right now, Fives was telling you all about the latest shenanigans of his general, who you could swear did not possess an ounce of impulse-control. "He had to know that jumping onto the back of an angry acklay was a bad idea." Apparently General Skywalker had a new scar or two to commemorate his latest victory. Fives and Jesse gave similar grins and shrugs. "It's General Skywalker," Jesse explained away. "Never know what he's going to do next." You shook your head, amazed how he was still alive, and turned back to Jesse's ribs. About twenty minutes later, Fives had not run out of things to tell you, but you'd finished working on Jesse. You lightly bandanged the new tattoo, going through the aftercare with Jesse. "Leave the bandage on for 1-3 hours, then wash with warm water and antibacterial soap. Pat dry and apply bacta cream. Do you need more?" "Nah, I've got some." "Good." You turned to Fives. "Do you need a touch up?" You weren't talking about the little number 5 on his forehead. Rather, the large hand print on his chest. "No, it's holding up. You do good work." You smiled at the compliment. You snapped off your gloves and got up from your chair, hugging Fives. "Be careful out there, okay?" You weren't sure the next time you were going to see him. Could be weeks. Could be months. Could be never again. "You know me," Fives chuckled hugging you warmly. "That's why I'm saying it." Fives laughed again. He kissed you on the cheek before stepping back, joining Jesse. "See ya, vod'ika." Your chest bloomed with warmth at the term. And you smiled as the pair left the shop. You really hoped you'd get to see them both again.

Bestie request 😎

So for the dealer's choice, I went for a SW bestie. And for you, I chose the one and only Leia Organa. Honestly I could see the two of you palling around, complaining about homework and school in your favorite coffee shop. You two are regulars. The baristas know your names and orders by heart and can even tell when you're going to switch your order to a double concentrated cold brew or an iced vanilla latte by the way you two walk in to the place.

Leia had never quite grown out of the desire to run from the palace, even as a teenager. Long gone were the days where she snuck out to the woods with Lola, but she still found a relieving freedom in the days where you two walked from campus to the coffee shop you frequented to work on your respective piles of homework. Or more accurately, complain about your respective piles of homework. Because honestly, what were the instructors thinking, assigning 200 pages of reading, two research papers, and a group presentation just before you were due to go on break? You scowled over at your bag, where your pad and materials were packed away, ready to be worked on. You did not want to. Leia's parents had been gracious when their daughter had requested the opportunity to attend regular school. For a chance to live outside the palace, with more than just her tutors and diplomats for company. Leia excelled at school. When she wanted to. Your best friend's gaze was narrowed on her own pile of things, eyeing them like they were that cousin of hers she didn't like. Your lips twitched at the sight of it. "I could just order them to give me a passing grade," Leia was saying. You snorted. Leia would never actually abuse her position and status like that, but it was an amusing thought. "I'm not sure Nevsan would go for that." Leia rolled her eyes at the mention of your Economic Policy instructor. As ancient as he was stuffy, Nevsan was the type of instructor to brag at the beginning of each term that his class was the hardest you'd ever take. And the most important. It was neither, but his outdated lessons and archaic methods made the class frustrating. Even if Leia weren't a princess, with a position that required her to learn galactic economic policy, she would've had to take the class, as it was required for all students. Ugh. "Come on, we should get to work." But even as you said it, it was with a whine in your tone, and all you wanted to do was sink into the armchair beneath you and savor the delicious coffee in your hands. "Counter offer: we do shit." "I see your point." "Of course you do. Because I'm right, you're wrong, so shut up." You laughed.

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samspenandsword · 1 year

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AHHHH Sam! Congratulations on 300! And congratulations to those 300 people on following one of my favorite writers on tumblr. You’re incredibly talented and such a warm personality! I’m so so grateful for your presence in this community and to have gotten to know you ❤️

I’m Aria, I’m 32, and my pronouns are she/her. I’m blonde and blue eyed, 5’9” with a Kate Winslet body type (long, slim waist but everything else is curvy). Personality wise, I’m an extroverted introvert. I love meeting people and having fun but I’m slower to build long-term friendships and really open up. My first love is reading and writing, but I do enjoy the scientific and analytical side of my job as a nurse. I’m outdoors in all seasons, from swimming to skiing, and although I love traveling, I can also be a real homebody (sweats, baking cookies, and binge watching is a love language). I’m a history and film nerd. I love music from all genres, especially any and all live music, but my niche is 2000s indie. I have three dogs, my favorite food is sushi, favorite season is fall, favorite planet is Kashyyyk, I’m always drinking a seltzer or coffee, and alcoholic beverage of choice is either wine, beer, or whiskey.

Sorry if that was too much info-dumping! Can I pretty please request 👄😎⚔️? Ship can be SFW or NSFW, which ever strikes you! Man preferred for ship but no gender preference for bestie! I’d prefer The Clone Wars or Rebellion (Rebels or OT) Era, just because I don’t know the Old Republic.

Thank you, this is such a cool and unique celebration! And congratulations again, Sam!! 🥳❤️

Aria!!! Ahh, thank you so much for submitting!! And babes, there is no such thing as info-dumping when it's from my friends! I can't wait for you to read this, I'm so excited!!

Sam's Pen and Sword 300 Follower Celebration (Closed)

Warnings: Mentions of smuttiness, suggestive content, nothing explicit, but all the same minors gtfo.

Aria's Follower Celebration Request

Ship request 👄

(I'm prefacing this by saying this entire request takes place specifically in a Fives!lives, Victory!AU bc I need it emotionally okay I'm done)

Okay, it's not just because I know you love him (same and his eyes in this gif are absolutely killing me he's so pretty!!!), but honestly I think Fives would just adore you. And he'd suggest, without fail, every Halloween, that you should dress up as a sexy nurse. Fives isn't necessarily an extroverted introvert like you, but he definitely is the type to have a lot of casual friends and acquaintances but only a few people he's really close to. It's always a shock to people, cause he's so outgoing, and it's Fives! But he definitely values taking time to build a relationship. Just because he's head-over-heels for you doesn't mean you're automatically close with each other. And though sometimes he struggles with the idea of "slow and steady" in practice, he appreciates each and every time you open up to him, and the deepening feelings inside him as he does the same. And with Fives being as adventurous as he can be, he loves going hiking and skiing and swimming in lakes with you (he's absolutely shit on skis, it's hilarious, but bless him he never stops trying. He's much better at ice skating, and he takes you on an ice skating date for each time you take him skiing, because then he gets to impress you and take you home to warm you up afterwards 😉). Fives is also prone to taking you to summer festivals with lots of live, local music and local beer and whiskey tastings. In short, your relationship with Fives is full of adventure, laughter, playful kisses, and nights in where you take turns picking movies to watch while cuddled under a blanket on the couch (I see Fives having a weakness for classic films, noir, campy sci-fi, and beautiful fantasy. There have been a lot of dramatic noir reenactments and (space) LoTR marathons.).

You were trying so hard not to laugh, but despite the fact that you had seen him fall flat on his ass hundreds of times now, it was still funny. Fives had never seemed to get the hang of skiing. Not fully, anyway. He was miles better than he was when you first took him. But days spent skiing with Fives were full of green slopes and wobbly knees and pizza skis. And he made it a point to come with you at least once every year, enjoying spending the day with you doing something you enjoyed, even if he wasn't the best at it. Fives was spread-eagle on the slope, skis splayed out awkwardly and poles dropped by his sides. He groaned dramatically, head falling back into the packed snow. "You good?" you said, humor coating your tone. Fives let loose another dramatic groan. "I think I need a nurse." Your mouth twitched as you suppressed a smile. He was fine. "Oh, that's a shame. The nurse is out of the office. Call back in five days when she gets back from vacationing with her boyfriend." "Boyfriend??" Fives played along, voice indignant. You giggled, but adopting a serious tone once more. "Yes, sir. Shall I leave a message for the nurse?" "Tell her to get her cute little ass over here and help me up. I want to make use of the hot tub on the balcony of our suite." Heat shot through you despite the cold, winter mountain air. "Fives!" He sat up, grinning shamelessly. His goatee had a sprinking of snow in it from when he'd fallen. "Sounds like the nurse is agreeable." You rolled your eyes. Shameless. He was absolutely shameless. "Come on, you. Get up. I want lunch before you drag me back to the hotel." Fives heaved himself up, pushing off the slope with his poles to stand. But he didn't make to follow you down the slope quite yet, instead just smiling at you. "Fives?" He pushed his goggles up, and his eyes were like shining amber in the winter sunlight. "You have no idea how beautiful you are, do you?" Your cheeks were already flushed from the cold air and rush of skiing, but you were sure you went bright red at the comment. "Fives!" "I'm serious!" He scooted closer to you, looking surprisingly balanced. He was always at his best when he was on a mission. And right now his mission was to admire how golden your hair was against the backdrop of snow. Your perfect curves, not hidden even by the bulky coat you wore. The sparkle of your smile and how everything about you just made him fall more and more in love every single day. You rolled your eyes again behind your own goggles, but smiled up at him. "Come on, you giant goof. Let's get lunch, and then I might just let you talk me off the mountain." Fives grinned: a grin that sent heat rushing through you like you were already in the hot tub. And with a whoop and cheeky wink, Fives was off. You followed him, your laughter echoing down the slope.

Bestie request 😎

Just like with Fives for your ship request, I almost instantly thought of Echo as your best friend. You two were first introduced by Fives, him wanting his twin to know his partner. And you two hit it off, of course! You make Fives happy, so that was enough for Echo. And you had long wanted to meet the twin Fives had not-so-unwillingly dragged into so many shenanigans. Unlike Fives, who can somewhat cook but cannot bake to save his life, Echo expressed interest in baking after first tasting your chocolate-chip cookies and took to it instantly. You two love getting together for afternoons of baking and wine (sometimes more wine than baking). Echo has also been known to join you and Fives for some of your (space) LoTR marathons. And unlike Fives, Echo can ski very well and gives Fives endless shit about how he can't. Echo also loves visiting with you at cafes because lord knows neither of you can live without coffee. You two have a biweekly ritual of going on "best friend dates" (so coined by Fives, who "laments" that his brother is stealing his girl and his girl is stealing his brother) where you two browse the local farmer's markets for fresh produce, bread, and flowers. He likes to ask how work is going for you (you only worked 55 hours that week, it's fine, Echo), and you love hearing Echo's updates about the Batch, and the way he so perfectly reenacts Hunter's and Crosshair's cat fights (he swears Crosshair was actually going to pull out the claws this last time).

"Hey, let's stop a minute?" You and Echo both stopped, taking seats on some rocks lining the hiking trail. It was the end of spring, just edging into summer. One of your absolute favorite times to go hiking. The mornings when you started out were still cool enough to be pleasant, before it warmed up in the afternoon as you were coming down the mountain. Echo reached into his pack, drawing out one of his water bottles. You dropped your own pack at your feet, doing the same. The water was still cool and felt amazing as it slid down your throat. There was a light breeze going, ruffling your hair in its ponytail and making a mess of the flyaways that had become unruly with your workout. Sweat cooled against the back of your neck, and you reached into your pack to get some more sunscreen. "Here," you said, tossing the bottle Echo's way after squeezing a measure into your hand. Echo's skin tone was slowly, but surely, warming and darkening the more time that passed. While he was still much paler than he should've been, and lighter too, he was getting better. And these regular hikes of yours were helping him regain his strength and endurance. The hike you were on today was a mild one in terms of difficulty, but a longer one in terms of length. The hike didn't have a lot of steep inclines, or portions of the trail where you were practically bouldering. Instead, it was a winding, clear, comfortable trek through the forests towards a clear, grassy valley and lake. It was one of your favorites, and you and Echo had finally taken a day to do it. Echo had pushed his sunglasses up to his brow to reapply some sunscreen, but he smiled briefly when he saw you looking his way. "Something up?" he asked. "No, just enjoying the morning." He smiled wider. "Me too." Within a few more minutes, you two were off again. A few more miles and breaks later, the trees opened into a scene that was so gorgeous it could've been a painting. The splatterings of colorful wildflowers throughout the green grasses, the purple-toned, snow-capped mountains, the sky so blue it made the fluffy clouds look even fluffier, the glassy lake, so clear you could see the mosses and rocks and fish in its depths. Beside you, Echo felt his shoulders fall slack with wonder. This. This was something he was never going to take for granted again. He'd lost so much time while in stasis, and never imagined he would get a second chance. But now he had one. He had his twin. He had his brothers in the Batch. And he had his best friend. All that, on top of this gorgeous, impossible view, Echo was happy. "Last one to the lake is a rotten bantha!" "Hey!" And you took off running after your best friend, laughter filling the valley.

Rival request ⚔️

Okay, this one took me a bit longer to put together, because who in the fucking hell would dislike you?!?? But then I realized, that's okay, your rival actually does like you, and you two are in fact friends, however, neither of you will admit to it because you've been mean to each other for years now and that's how it's going to stay, dammit, because Anakin Skywalker is one of the most stubborn SOBs in the galaxy and you find the situation kind of hilarious. You are constantly thinking up new ways to give him crap and rile him up. But your rivalry does actually start through frustration with each other. You got stuck treating his injuries once and he was not only being a total baby about it but he was refusing to follow the post-op care regimen!!! It exists for a reason but nooooo, not for Mr. Chosen One! You are fully willing and capable of sedating his ass if it refuses to get its injuries looked at (whether you've had to or not is between you, Kix, and Coric). But you also frustrate Anakin because Jesus Christ he's fine, he doesn't need this, so what if he hasn't slept in three days and has a six-month old blaster wound that still hasn't healed properly and a freshly broken ankle, he can walk on it still, so it's fine! But no! You just won't leave him the fuck alone! Through it all though, you have to admire his sheer determination and bullheadedness. It's brought him this far (once again, Victory!AU). And he admires the way you don't back down and okay, maybe you actually know what you're talking about. Once the twins are born, you sit him down (a fair amount of alcohol has been consumed already between the two of you) and tell him that he's a dad now. He has a responsibility to look out for himself and make sure he's still around to care for those kids. Not even Padme and Obi-Wan had managed to get through to him in that regard like you did. But the following morning and a pair of hangovers later (neither of you are willing to admit that night happened), Anakin and you still gripe at each other, but it's far more playful and has less heat in it than normal. But Maker, he still fucking frustrates you. And Obi-Wan is no fucking better lol.

"Shit, what the fuck is that?" "I'm not sure, but it'll get us drunk, so what the fuck ever." You scowled dubiously at the bottle of dangerously clear alcohol. Knowing Anakin and his durasteel stomach, he'd have picked up straight ethanol and not have noticed until someone else told him. This was the guy who ate bugs afterall. But nevertheless, you took another glug. You still choked a bit, but the previous shot was already spiraling through your system, so it went down a little easier this time. "How're the twins?" you asked, cringing around the taste. "Already walking," Anakin groaned. "Maker, I can't keep track of them. How is it I faced down armies and barely broke a sweat but chasing two womp rats around tires me out?" "Welcome to fatherhood, my friend." Anakin's response was to tip back the bottle and take at least three gulps. "Padme's an angel, I swear. She makes it look so easy. Doesn't help that the twins actually seem to listen to her." "With your face? I wouldn't listen to you either." "Ha-ha." Anakin flopped back onto the couch in his and Padme's apartments. "Where are she and the kids, anyway?" "Padme's gone off to some spa retreat, and I conned Rex into taking the twins for the night." "Ass," you said, but you laughed a little, the alcohol already doing things to you. "Should've called Obi-Wan. You wouldn't have had to con him." "Where's the fun in just asking?" You shook your head with dramatic exasperation. Oh, Anakin. "Speaking of the kids, you and Fives ever gonna have a pair of mini-ARCs running around?" "You just want to be an uncle." "Yep." "That, my friend, is what we call Baby Fever. Usually followed by Lovey-Dovey-Bitch Syndrome, and they're both incurable." "Fantastic. I can add them to my collection of diagnoses and medical reports." "Idiot." The night devolved from there into a night of drunken laughter and stress-relief for you both. As well as a pair of hangovers when Rex came by and dropped the twins off the following morning, not a trace of sympathy for either you nor his former General on his face. "Dad! Dad!" "Auntie Aria!" You and Anakin resolved to spend the morning with raging headaches and the kids you both adored. And when it came time for you to head out, he ruffled your hair into a mess and laughed as you cursed at him out the door.

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Hi Sam!!! Congrats on 300 followers; it’s so deserved! Figured I would send myself in for a ship request cause I’m curious about what you would say. For Star Wars related things; my favorite planet is Naboo, I’ve just always been obsessed with it (and Padme was my favorite character as a kid.) my favorite of the movies is Empire Strikes Back, but Revenge of the Sith is a close second. For real life stuff; I’m an introverted extravert: I’m very shy and in my own shell but wish I could get out more. Love reading and playing video games, also love to cook in my free time. In partners, trust and loyalty are super important to me but I also love a good sense of humour

Iris!! Thank you so much for celebrating with me, it really means a lot. I hope February has been treating you well!

Sam's Pen and Sword 300 Follower Celebration (Closed)

Warnings: Slightly suggestive and ever-so-slight bits of horniness, because I can't resist. (Minors gtfo)

Iris' Follower Celebration Request

Ship request 👄

Okay my friend, I thought about for a good while, but eventually I couldn't shake the idea of you and Commander Cody as a couple. The two things you mentioned as being most important in a relationship and partner? Trust and loyalty. Cody also values both those things more than nearly anything. Not to mention his sense of humor, which is the oddest combination of blatant dad jokes and dry wit. I think what is perfect about Cody as a partner for you is his recognition of balance. He's the type of partner who is willing and able to encourage you to come out and try new things. To put yourself out there. To focus more on yourself and him rather than the improbable awkward social situations you'd find yourself in. But he'll also know that encouragement and pushing you out of your comfort zone are not the same thing. He'll be incredibly conscious not to push you too far, and soon becomes able to recognize when you're more in the mood for a night in rather than dinner at a restaurant followed by a bar. And he's the same way! There are days where he'd love to go to brunch with you! Says "yes please" to mimosas and (space) English muffins and fancy frittatas. And there are also days where he just wants to come home. Be in his own space. Maybe curl under a blanket with you as you two watch a holoseries (that inevitably devolves into making out bc who would resist Cody). I don't see Cody becoming a huge gamer, but I see him becoming invested in both the simplest, most classic (think Space Mario Kart) games and the ones with mindblowing worldbuilding (think Skyrim and Mass Effect). And though I'm not sure the two of you would have the same taste in books, you love the afternoons where Cody whisks you away to your favorite bookshop with a cafe next door, and the two of you can spend hours browsing around and he absolutely spoils you (Victory!AU where Bail Organa becomes Chancellor and the clones finally get citizenship and rights and pay as well as monetary compensation for three years of service and trauma; Palpatine died in a mysterious accident that Fox swears he has no knowledge of).

Your lips were puckered with consideration, staring down at the pair of books in your hands. In one — a soft, smutty sapphic romance, full of yearning and shitty jokes and soft flirting and bad decisions. In the other — a classic. A book you already had on your shelf three times over, each different editions with introductions or notes or illustrations or covers. You did not need another. ... But it was one of your favorites, so you did need another. It came with a special box and had one of those fancy ribbon bookmarks and gold foil-rimmed pages and you wanted it! "Struggling?" "Fuck off." Ahh, yes. Your love language. Affection sprinkled between the swear words and sarcasm. Cody chuckled, and you settled into his touch as he came behind you, seaming his chest to your back and snaking a hand around your waist. His palm settled flush to your middle, big and strong, with just enough pressure to make your stomach explode with flutters. He knew what he was doing too, asshole, your thoughts said as he kissed the back of your head, not quite chastely enough for public. "Need help deciding?" You hesitated, then grumbled, "yes." Cody chuckled once more, hand smoothing across your middle as he stepped to be beside you. He never let go of you, squeezing your waist lightly. "Tell me about that one." You told him about the new book, the sapphic romance. Describing it to him and how it sounded really soft and appealing. Cody hummed lightly at the appropriate moments, hand occasionally smoothing down from your waist to your hip, to squeeze idly, then stroke back up again. You tried your best not to squirm. This long into your relationship, you reasoned that you shouldn't still be reacting to Cody's touch like a horny teenager or repressed noble lord. But it was Cody. And you simply could not get enough of him. And he definitely knew what he was doing. You managed to finish telling him about the book, and he would've looked thoughtful if not for the casual, flippant humor in his eyes. "Get both." "Cody!" He smiled a little, amused. You always reacted that way. "Fine. You buy one, I'll buy the other, and you can pretend to be surprised when I present it to you after dinner tonight." Your lip twitched. How many times had he pulled that now? You'd lost count. But regardless, you never failed to agree to it. Because you knew how much Cody loved to spoil you. Now that he had the means to do so, of course. Cody was just unfailingly generous and loved to take care of you. And it never failed to warm you inside. So that night found the both of you home, both of your new books tucked onto the shelf in the bedroom along with his own picks. None of them got read that night, the both of you busy with each other instead.

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My dearest Sam, congratulations on your 300 followers! I know your blog is always a joy to catch up on, and I very often re-read many of your works. You deserve all the best! I raise my teacup to you and your future endeavors!

If you're not too busy, might I request a ship pairing please? I am 37, a she/her, and go by May. I love the forest moon of Endor or Alderaan if I had to pick a planet. My aesthetic is a very cluttered Light Academia style, and my appearance is tall, chin length blonde hair, blue eyes, my build is all arms and legs, athletic-ish. I'm usually listening to soundtracks. I love pasta and love making tea and toast as a snack. Baking is my current favorite hobby, but I also read, sew, dance, and run. Summer is my favorite season, but I like them all in their own way. I drink far too much tea. I can be timid, but I try to be friendly as much as possible. I'm loyal to my friends, always want to make them smile, and one of my favorite things is to make people their favorite dessert or treat just because.

Thank you again for your wonderful works!

Hi May!!! It's always so nice to see you in my notifs and inbox! Thank you so much for submitting, and I genuinely hope you like what I wrote! And I hope 2023 has been going well for you too!

Sam's Pen and Sword 300 Follower Celebration (Closed)

MAY'S FOLLOWER CELEBRATION REQUEST

Ship request 👄

When I was reading your request, I instantly thought of Obi-Wan Kenobi. The two of you both drink excessive amounts of tea, you're just his type (tall, thin, blue eyes, short blond hair), and he has a huge weakness for anything you cook or bake. The two of you like to talk about the things you've read recently over a plate of his favorite treats (I imagine it to be a selection of homemade shortbreads). You also introduced him to soundtracks, and though he admits that he's not the biggest music lover in the galaxy, soundtracks are a great deal better than the shit Anakin listens to. He has become particularly fond of soundtracks with lots of calm piano movements or lush string orchestras. He would love the opportunity to see you dance one day, even if it's just something you do for fun and exercize - he will never get tired of seeing you do things you enjoy. And he's adopted a habit of brushing his fingers over the seams where you've mended his clothes. In that way, you're always with him.

You tried your very best not to laugh as Obi-Wan paced across the living room, but you couldn't quite manage to conceal your amused smile. A book was held in your hands, a physical book with flimsi and binding, and you followed Obi-Wan's movements with your eyes, the open book raised to your smiling mouth. "- do not understand his inability to think before he acts. He's reckless! And did I mention that this was the third fighter he's crashed this week! I cannot -" A cup of tea and plate of shortbread cookies sat untouched on your coffee table, and you had learned that it was best to just let Obi-Wan get it out. Much like the padawan he was currently ranting about, it was best to just let him get it out. He'd feel better once he did and then he'd sit and take a sip of the just-perfectly-cooled tea, tension falling from his shoulders. And indeed, less than two minutes later, Obi-Wan fell onto the couch beside you, taking a long drink of the tea you'd made. The tension melted from him, and he leaned back, eyes closing with a little hum of appreciation. "Feel better?" you asked, still amused. "I know you're laughing at me." You were. You always took pleasure from Obi-Wan's little rants about Anakin. Not only because you knew he didn't mean a word of them, but because you found it endlessly funny how Obi-Wan could be so exasperated at the way Anakin put his all into his missions and battles, in a way he had learned from Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan, of course, failed to realize this. Anyone who knew better knew that Anakin was the way he was because he had learned from Obi-Wan. The man you loved could be as reckless as his former padawan. Leaping before he looked. Cutting once before measuring twice. Acting before considering. People heard Obi-Wan's eloquent words and saw his charming smiles and assumed he thought everything through before he acted. You knew better. So did anyone who knew Obi-Wan. Commander Cody and you had had more than one wine fest where the two of you laughed and bitched over how much Obi-Wan scolded Anakin for simply mirroring his own behaviors back at him. Those two, you mentally laughed. Closer than brothers. So close they just couldn't see how similar they really were. You swore one day you and Padme were going to lock the pair in a closet together and force them to air out all the words Obi-Wan was too restrained to say and all the confessions Anakin was too scared to trust his master and brother with. You and Padme liked to joke that Anakin and Obi-Wan confiding in each other would inevitably be what saved the galaxy from the war. Ah, if only. Obi-Wan, still perceiving your amusement, cracked an eye open and looked at you. You reached over and fondly brushed a lock of copper hair out of his face. "Something funny, my dear?" You knew he knew you were still laughing at him. But you simply smiled at him. "Happy to have you home, Obi-Wan." Obi-Wan smiled too. He leaned over and kissed you soundly. Tenderly. And with that, you knew he was glad to be home, too.

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hi sam! congrats on your follower milestone!! you’re such a peach and I love everything about you and your blog!! for your celebration, I was wondering if I could please ask for a ship pairing, any gender and open to NSFW if you’re willing! so for the info:

i’m sarah! i’m 25 and a librarian! i’d say that i’m a talkative and passionate person and I totally tend to ramble about my favorite topics and special interests with my friends or S/O. my friends describe me as a mom friend who loves with all of her heart. my ideal date would be either a day at a museum or play or a night in watching movies! my love language is words of affirmation. my dream partner would be someone who understands that I struggle with anxiety a lot and that won’t scare them!!

thank you again and congrats on your milestone!!! wooo!!!!!!

Hi, Sarah!!! I love seeing you in my notifs so much, and I was so happy to receive this! Thank you for participating in my celebration! I know things have been a little rough for you lately, so I hope this brings a little happiness for you ❤️❤️❤️

Sam's Pen and Sword 300 Follower Celebration (Closed)

Sarah's Follower Celebration Request

Ship request 👄

As a fellow big girl, I totally get the worry that a partner would care about physical size, but when I was reading your request, I instantly thought of Tup. My boy is just one of the biggest sweethearts in the galaxy, competent and polite and prone to be completely enamored with his partner. Inside and out. He is incredibly interested in your infodumps, enjoying hearing them as much as you enjoy talking about your interests. He loves the look on his brothers' faces when he drops some random knowledge that just so happens to help them get out of sticky situations, and he loves grinning when they ask how he knew that, and simply saying, "Sarah," with the utmost affection and fondness in his voice. Tup would take you to the new exhibit that opens on the history of book-binding. It's not quite his thing (he's more of a nature and science museum person, he loves the fossil exhibits), but he loves seeing your face light up as you look at ancient tomes with gorgeous calligraphy and embossed leather. And he may raise an eyebrow at you when you fuss over the state of his hair (barely brushed and stuck in place from three-days of sweat and being under his bucket), but he really loves it, especially when you take the comb to his hair for him. There's nothing he loves more than the way your eyes sparkle when you smile, and he would do anything to see that smile every single day.

It was a familiar quiet that filled the library where you worked. The white noise of the flipping of flimsi, the occasional ping of a holobook or pad, the shuffling of feet as people moved across the floor, the chatter of the children's section, the gentle ding of the lifts, the bubbling of the fountain in the lobby, the squeak of the leather armchairs as people shifted their weight and continued to read. The ambience was really not quite like anything else. You had worked so hard to get where you were as a librarian. You were so happy with your work. And you remembered it each time you came in. Even when you woke up grumpy and sleepy and grumbling, you still enjoyed going to work. You looked forward to the gentle surroundings and ambience. You simply looked forward to your work. You found yourself amongst the stacks of flimsi books, one of your favorite sections of the library. Maybe it was silly, but you liked the flimsi books more than the holobooks. The feeling of the pages between your fingers, the thrill of flipping the page, even the smell of them, especially the older books. You enjoyed the textured covers, the variety of cover art, the weight of the books as you reshelved them. It was such a shame that more people didn't appreciate a true, classic book. Though you had to admit, sometimes a pad with ten holobooks was very convenient. "Excuse me, I was wondering if you could help me?" You instantly recognized the voice. The cadence and tone. And a smile instantly grew on your face. Biting your lip, you tried to stifle it and turned to face the library patron. "Of course, trooper. What can I do for you?" "I seem to be suffering from a lack of romance in my life. I was wondering if you could help me with that?" It became harder not to grin fully. You wondered if Fives had given him that line. "I have a few ideas," you said. "Please, follow me." The trooper followed you through the stacks, deeper into the library, and some of the white noise of your library faded away. "Here's our romance section," you said, looking at the trooper over your shoulder. Your eyes were sparkling with mirth behind your glasses. "Is there something specific you're interested in?" "Well, uh..." The trooper looked at you, eyes fervent. "What I'm really interested in is something with a lot of affection. Something with a really beautiful woman in it. Maybe wears glasses. Has a cute pixie cut. A big reader. You know, a small, personal, little story with a lady you can really fall in love with." "Hmm..." You couldn't resist the beaming smile spreading across your face, adjusting your glasses as heat came to your cheeks. "Sounds like you have a type, trooper." "I do," he admitted. One of his brows quirked and he stepped closer. You felt the touch of his hands to your waist, a bit timid at first. Then more firm. "Think you can help me?" Your smile could not be contained. "I think I have just the thing for you, trooper." You brought yours and Tup's lips together, and you smiled into each other. "Not that I am objecting, but what you brings you in today?" you murmured, not willing to fully part your lips from his. His arms fully encircled you, a hand rubbing at the small of your back in a way that made your body tingle. "Thought I could take you to an early lunch." "Dex's?" "Of course." You pecked his lips. Once. Twice. "Sounds perfect." When you returned to your beloved job an hour later, it was with a full stomach and full heart.

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samspenandsword · 1 year

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1. Idk how I missed your follow celebration but i hope not too late!! It’s the 29th where I am! First of all congratulations on the follow count! Second can I please request a ship request and a bestie request? I’m bisexual so either gender is fine! Here we go:

2. I go by she/her and am 20 so I don’t mind some nsfw!

3. Appearance:

As for looks, I’m 5’1, average build, tanned olive type skin, dark brown eyes, full lips, dark brown shoulder length wavy/kinda curly hair with curtain bangs. I also wear glasses with a slight cat eye to them.

4. Personality:

For personality I’m creative, introverted, and individualistic. Though I’m introverted, around my friends I can be quite talkative, humorous and outgoing. However I definitely treasure my alone time the most.

5. Hobbies/Interests:

As for hobbies escaping to new worlds while reading books/comics, watching movies, and playing rpg video games. My favorite genres are fantasy and sci-fi, though I do love a good classic from time to time. Apart from that, I love working out.

My interests on the other hand are art focused. I’m currently in art school working with both digital and traditional mediums. I love my practice and everything from interaction design and digital illustration to graphite drawings and inking.

6. Likes/dislikes:

Likes: coffee, chai tea, dark chocolate, rock/blues/jazz/ music, cafe art shows, arcades, comic book stores, purple, thai/Indian/Chinese food, roller blading to classic rock with the wind in my hair, quality alone time

Dislikes: people i am unfamiliar with and have to make small talk with, the biting cold, rain, non fiction, staying too close to reality and not being allowed to daydream/imagine/roam freely in my thoughts, physical touch, overly crowded areas

Random stuff

My favorite planet is Dathomir. Don’t ask why but I love the aesthetic and the witchy spookiness. Also maul and ventress yes pls. Idk if I’d want to live there but the vibes are immaculate.

If I had to live on a planet tho it’d prolly be Naboo, Alderaan or coruscant (pre empire ofc)

Thank you and congrats once again!

Hey there!! You're absolutely fine, your request was before the deadline (I'm so sorry it took me so long to get this out I'm such a flake oml lol). Thank you so much for participating, and I hope the week has been treating you well so far!

Sam's Pen and Sword Follower Celebration (Closed)

Danzalladagger's Follower Celebration Request

Ship request 👄

Okay, okay, okay, okay, listen. The sequel trilogy I know is pretty polarizing, especially here on Tumblr (I don't write for them most of the time), but you and Rey would be so CUTE!!! She sees your art and she literally had no idea that something could be so beautiful. You get a bit bashful because it's just a rough sketch and the dimensions are all off and tbh it was really just a warmup but Rey falls in love with it and it warms your heart so much you give it to her. She scrimps and saves money to get it properly matted and framed and she just adores it. Also, pls get this girl some healthy emotional relationships she would just flourish on Naboo. The water!! The greenery!! It's warm enough for you both but it's not a desert! HUGE plus. The war ends and Rey just wants to come home with you, to a peaceful place where she doesn't feel weighed down by her past and her powers and her responsibility. She wants a place where her friends came come and go and enjoy being there. She loves that her friends can become your friends. But the both of you also get overwhelmed with too much social interaction, and quiet nights in together, ones where Rey sits and tinkers with some mechanical bits and bobs. Ones where you've ordered takeout and you're sitting working on a new piece of art or reading Space-Dracula with Space-Ella Fitzgerald playing quietly in the background. Peaceful nights. A peaceful life. It's everything Rey didn't realize she wanted until you came along.

"It wasn't that bad." You were a bit pale in the face. For all your interests and talents, a pilot you were not. Your beautiful, powerful, pure partner, however, was a pilot of extreme skill. But every time she flew it was like she was in battle, and the ride had gotten a bit rocky there. You'd think you'd be used to it by now. "Rey, my love, you fly like Poe was on your ass." "Poe could only hope to keep up with me." You giggled a little. Poe was also a fantastic pilot, and he and Rey had had a few "friendly" competitions to see which one was better. And every single time, they asked you and Finn to judge. And every single time, you and Finn stayed the fuck out of it and were happy to let your partners be competitive little flyboys. You and Finn were quite happy to gallivant off towards a coffee shop with pastries and laugh at their antics. "Good thing he's not here to hear that," you said. "He'd be squaring up right now." "Again, he could only hope to keep up with me." You laughed again, with a fond little roll of your eyes, and reached up to kiss her cheek. "Come on, Reybird, home's awaiting." Rey smiled, that beautiful, radiant smile of hers. The one that made your cheeks warm and stomach flutter. The one that had stolen your heart. The one that you did not want to go a single day without seeing. And it felt like you were already home.

Bestie request 😎

I came this 🤏 close to putting Sabine Wren down as your ship request, but the more I thought about it, the more I thought you two would be better suited as besties. (Also I hope you're okay with me putting down a Rebels character 😊). You two would bond so easily over art. Sabine is also well-known for her individuality, creativity, independence, and introversion. Sure, she loves being with her friends and family, but sometimes Sabine just needs some goddamn alone time. And you just have to do, "same lol." I think Sabine and you would also love meeting up at your favorite (space) Thai joints cause you two can handle spice and no one else on the Ghost Crew can lol. You and Sabine would also love working out together, giving each other shit for being out of shape lol, griping and being dramatic about how tired you are.

You could hear the gentle hiss of Sabine's paint gun somewhere around the corner from you. You wondered if she was leaving behind her trademark starbird or if she was leaving something a little more detailed. The longer the paint gun went, you knew she was painting something a bit bigger than her signature symbol. Your own piece was coming along nicely. A smirk curled at your lips as the details and colors came together, a mural of pure beauty materializing and giving the drab slate durasteel wall a bit more character. Your didn't use a paint gun yourself, only for linework. You preferred a classic brush to blend and apply the colors of your work. Even if it took a bit longer. You weren't worried. You and Sabine had yet to be caught. A few more flicks of your brush brought the piece together. And with a quick arc of some black paint with your gun, the piece was done. "Nice." Sabine had finished her own work and was now sniggering at your mural. You smirked over your shoulder at her. Your mural was a wonderful rendition of one Grand Admiral Thrawn being strangled by that chimaera he seemed so fond of. You were quite proud of it. "Thanks." You slapped up a stencil and sprayed with your gun, leaving your own symbol to sign your work. "What's yours?" Sabine's was as comical and poignant as your own. It featured a figure cloaked in black, a figure you recognized as The Emperor, with a lightsaber through his ass. You sighed a little dramatically. Oh, if only. "Come on, I've still got some ideas to get out that will get me grounded if Kanan or Hera sees." Sabine flourished her paint gun. You barked a laugh. "Then I want to see it!" Sabine grinned, and as the two of you darted through the city to find your next displays, you left behind nothing but fresh paint and the knowledge that rebels had been there. Rebels were everywhere.

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