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[happy-beeeps]

🎀It's my 4th birthday! So hard to believe that four years ago I started this blog, and it's been such a joy to write purely for pleasure and get to interact with so many amazing people. As a way to give back, I want to open up some requests, but with a twist!🎀

🎀Check out my playlist! These are a mix of songs I listen to when I write different characters or sceanrios. I love a songfic, so go ahead and pick your favorite (or two) and a character I write and I'll come up with something good!🎀

[lunarlathe]

This word count is killing me (among other thing)

[jedi-valjean]

(gets back up on the mic) history of entire star wars galaxy??? hehe thanks for the tag <3

This video but make it about Star Wars

Hopefully I can turn it into an actual video someday but right now it's just a script in progress

the humans have arrived in the tion cluster. knock knock, it’s xim the despot and he’s here to conquer your planet. “oh hell no” said the hutts

[xim] “i’ll fight you for it”

“okay” said kossak the hutt, defeating him

[xim] “wait that’s not fair how about two out of three”

[kossak] “okay”

so xim builds a bunch of robots and fights the hutts again but it’s a tie this time

[kossak] “hey you want to help us beat this guy xim”

“sure” said a bunch of species, becoming mercenaries for the hutts

“i bet the hutts don’t have a bunch of new mercenaries” said xim, losing the battle immediately and getting thrown in a dungeon

[viewer] “did he make it out?”

unclear but let’s write a bunch of stories about it

“good job boonta” said kossak to one of his generals who helped win the battle. “maybe we’ll name a holiday after you”

Currently I'm trying to figure out how to untangle the whole Qel-Droma affair. From reading Wookieepedia it seems... complicated and I'm not exactly sure how to take a big-picture approach to it yet. But I do have Mandalore the Indomitable saying "what up noobs" at least

[stillokaynextcrisis]

Chapters: 1/3 Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Original Trilogy Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Leia Organa/Han Solo Characters: Leia Organa, Luke Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Han Solo, Chewbacca (Star Wars) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - High School, Alternate Universe - Music Summary: Teenage Luke gets a letter from a legendary, reclusive rock star

[jedi-valjean]

I'm proud of the character portraits I made for my Star Wars fic! You can view all of them in the linked post, but since this is a villain blog, here are all my antagonists:

I wanna try something...

Reblog this post with:

An art piece/writing piece that you're proud of!!

It doesn't matter if you've posted it before, it doesn't matter how old it is - art is given a short life on the internet nowadays, let's celebrate things we've already made!

I'll try and reblog everyone who responds to this ✨

[sulphurwritesfic]

Hello! Welcome to my Blog!

I follow from Sulphurwrites.

Who Am I?

Hi! My name is Sulphur, I use he/they pronouns, and this is my fanfic blog!

Full fics can be found under #SWFic. Updates can be found under #SWUpdate

What Do I Write?

I have written for a bunch of fandoms LOLL! Here is a list of all the fandoms I've ever posted fics for.

Currently writing:

Fraggle Rock

The Muppets

Have previously written (and may revisit with no notice LOL!)

Turning Red (4*Town)

Spider-Man (Insomniac, MCU)

Just Dance

Encanto

Ted Lasso

ROTBTD

Newsies

Six of Crows

WIP: Masterlist by fandom

Where else do I post?

My whump/original writing blog can be found at SulphurWrites

I hope you enjoy your stay on my blog!

[kunoichimin]

BOOKSHELF :

All of my works published on AO³

🔞 " Mean It " 🔞

Vmin

2.2k+ words

Established relationship, kitchen sex, top Jimin

" I've Got You, Like Lovers Do "

Vmin

2.1k+ words

Established relationship, domestic, #jimintakescareofhisbaby

" Return To Me "

Vmin

3.1k+ words

Alternate Universe, childhood friends, requited love

" At Last, I Have You "

Vmin

3.4k words

College/University, First Dates, Crushes

" Home, On Promised Hill "

Vmin #vminday

6k+ words

Medieval Fantasy -esque, blacksmith Jimin, book binder taehyung, crushes

" Such Unfortunate Weather "

Vmin

6.7k words

implied/referenced trauma & verbal child abuse, domestic, comfort, marriage proposal

“ Home For You, for Me ”

Vmin

4.2k words

runaways vmin, comfort, first kiss, slow dancing

🔞 “ Just This Once ” 🔞

Vmin

3.2k words

Top JM / Bottom TH, Unrequited Love, Crime Boss Park Jimin, Civilian Kim Taehyung

[ellayuki]

27.09.20

Star Wars: The Rise of Skywalker / Finn POV / FinnReyPoe

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all we could have lost (everything we still have)

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The hug lasts for what feels like an eternity and a split second both, and Finn wonders if it's possible to never, ever let go again. 

He almost lost them today. 

He almost lost everything today, really, his own life included, and he doesn't think he can handle letting Poe and Rey out of his sight any time soon. It feels like he might shatter completely if anything were to happen to either of them right now.

... speaking of which.

He pulls out of the three-way hug, just a little bit, just enough to free his hands, trying hard to ignore the way Poe's fingers stubbornly dig into him, clinging. Carefully, he takes Rey's face in both of his hands.

She looks up at him, exhausted, filthy with dirt and blood and sweat, and there's something in her eyes, despite the smile on her lips, that whispers of loss and heartache. 

"I felt you die," he says and ignores the way he can feel Poe freeze against him. "I felt you die, and then I felt your heart start beating again."

Rey's eyes widen, lips parting on a startled inhale. "You… oh." She searches his face, before closing her eyes, a concentrated frown pulling at her brows. "Oh," she says again, a giggle escaping her.

"'Oh'? What does 'oh' mean?" Poe asks, something tremulous in his voice, something vulnerable. "And what d'you mean you felt her die?! Could either of you fill me in on what the hell is going on?"

Rey ignores him, looking down, biting her lip for a moment. "I was,” she admits, sounding sad. “And then I was saved." She lifts her head then, and looks both of them in the eyes, first Finn, then Poe, and says, "I promise, I will tell you. I will," she insists, when Finn opens his mouth to protest. "I just… I need to sleep first. For a week of so, if possible. After that, I'll answer any questions you guys have." 

Finn understands. He, too, feels like the only things keeping him up are sheer stubbornness, and these two precious people standing by his side.

"All right," he says, and when Poe starts to protest, Finn wraps his arm around him again, pulls him close. "Let's find a place where we can nod off. Then, we can all talk."

Rey nods and buries her face into his neck again. Poe grumbles, "Yeah, okay. I'd like to hear about that stunt you pulled back on Exegol later, too, while we’re at it," but he, too, relaxes into Finn's hold as well.

Finn breathes them in.

They are alive. 

They are alive.

Despite everything, they are alive, and he thanks the stars and the Force and everything in between for it.

[jedi-valjean]

Portia's extremely possessive not-boyfriend finds out about her crush. An intense canoodling session turns into something sinister.

Soon they were in the refresher, door locked and pheromones mingling in the tiny room. Portia’s eyes rolled back in her head as she breathed it in. Her skirt fell to the floor as Xizarel untied her sash. She slipped her tunic over her head and threw it across the lid of the toilet. Xizarel gripped her bare waist and pushed her into the sonic shower chamber. With her eyelids fluttering, she reached blindly and switched the shower on. The floor began to hum beneath their feet, vibrations tingling across their bodies. Xizarel was exuding so much musk she could hardly breathe. He thumbed the strap of her microgarment.

“I like your shoes,” he whispered in her earhole.

Shoes? What was he talking about? Dimly she recalled that she had kicked off a pair of shoes onto the lavatory floor. “Thanks,” she murmured breathlessly.

“Where did you get them?” he continued softly with a handsome smile, caressing her bony collarbone with his dainty fingers.

“From the boy next door,” Portia replied, wrapping her fingers around the spines along his back. His horsetail tickled her fingers.

Xizarel’s claws wrapped around the back of her neck. “Tell me about him.”

Deep within the back of her pheromone-drunken mind, Portia realized she had made a terrible mistake. Falleen musk wasn’t just highly arousing; it was as powerful a suggestion agent as any truth serum. Xizarel’s fingers drummed on her shoulder blade. Desperately, she attempted to muster enough lucidity to rein in her dangerously loose tongue. “‘E’s a student. ‘Uman. ‘E’s got nice shoes.”

He was cupping her jaw in his other hand now. One wrong word, and he could close his fingers around her throat. “And how friendly would you say you are with this student of yours?”

She wrapped her fingers around his wrist, not enough to make it seem as though she was resisting. Her heart pounded like a racing fathier. The wall of the shower thrummed against her vertebrae. “I dunno. ‘E’s nice. I see ‘im a lot.” She could sense that that was the wrong thing to say, but she couldn’t stop herself.

“You like him, don’t you?” It was a casual enough question, but there was a deadly rasp in it.

“Garnnnnnnnnnnnn,” Portia drawled desperately.

Xizarel’s voice was soft. “Does he like you, Portia?”

Portia’s eyes fell. The whisper that escaped her lips was thick with emotion. “…No.”

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[skywalker-luke]

are you back on business?? i missed your fanfics

hii! I am, this time it’ll be a Star Wars fanfic. I’m still outlining and researching, as this will be my first fanfiction in this fandom, but I’ll post here as soon as it’s up on ao3 and ff.net :)

[bespin-clouds]

I’ve just posted the Epilogue for my Obidala fic!! ☆ Excerpt:

“Your kindness knows no bounds,” he told her earnestly, again amazed by the endless capacity his wife had to help others.

Obi-Wan touched her cheek and leaned in for a kiss, but Junie was now vying for his attention, reaching out her chubby limbs towards him. Picking her up easily, he placed her against his chest. She wriggled and stared about, watching the distant speeders with fascination.

“This place has a good feeling about it,” he said. “What do you think?”

Padmé nodded, pressing her cheek against his shoulder. “It feels right.”

The real estate droid floated onto the balcony to join them. “How are we finding this property?”

“It’s lovely,” Padmé replied.

“You have still only viewed eighty-nine percent of the complex. The master suite comes with a stunning walk-in wardrobe, if you would like to see it, please follow me.”

Padmé was gone in an instant, following the droid back into the room. Chuckling to himself, he adjusted his daughter in his arms and she watched him with round eyes.

“Your mother likes her clothes, doesn’t she?”

Junie stared at him a little longer, then smiled, shyly bringing her hand to her mouth to chew it.

“What do you think of this place young one?”

He stretched out with the Force, seeking their bond. Junie’s mind was fuzzy and unintelligible, but he could sense her emotions. His daughter seemed very happy being held in his arms. Obi-Wan started to feel more and more certain that this was perfect for their new home.

“Well, if you’re happy then I’m happy.”

“Baa.”

“Let’s go tell your mother that we’ve reached a decision.”

“Da… dummm!”

☆

Fandom: Star Wars  Pairing:  Obidala (Obi-Wan x Padmé) Rating: K Length: 3100 Progress: Complete 

Summary: AU set after ROTS. Obi-Wan, Padme and the new-born twins hide on a remote planet from Vader, who believes them dead. 9 years later, Obi-Wan and Padme’s friendship has turned into a deep love and they are expecting a baby together. An unexpected turn of events removes the parents from their children, and they must race to reunite before the Empire, and Vader, could tear them apart forever.

✦  ao3  ✦  ff  ✦ 

[jedi-valjean]

Wet, of course. He eats it with a little fork

The grocery store clerk is under the impression that Koss has three cats. He does not. That food is for him

sdfgdsgfdsgfdsfs i literally love that so much

wet food or dry food

[jedi-valjean]

What’s the “history of the entire Star Wars galaxy, I guesss”? :)

Already answered here but I'll take this as an excuse to share another excerpt

“hey what if we used the Force for evil” said one jedi, turning to the dark side

you could make a religion out of this

“no don’t” said the jedi

“but i wanna!” said a bunch of other jedi, throwing a tantrum about it for a hundred years

so the jedi put the other jedi in timeout and send them far away

but then the jedi in timeout find the sith species on korriban and take over their planet

[the sith] “you know what would be great? a hyperspace war”

[pretchatta]

caf machine's broken

The caf machine on the Ghost does enough work to practically be called a full crewmember, and when it breaks Hera is very grateful to whoever can get it up and running again. Or, one time the caf machine was broken and one time it wasn't.

rating: teen; kanan jarrus/hera syndulla; 2k words (full spicier version on ao3)

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It was a morning that started like any other.

Kanan woke first, with his arms wrapped around a still-sleeping Hera. He spent a glorious ten minutes simply lying there, holding her against his bare chest as he listened to the soft sounds of her breathing in the darkness of their shared cabin. She was soft, and warm, and comforting, but he couldn't stay forever. He carefully extricated his limbs from hers and climbed out of her bunk, trying not to wake her. After pressing the lightest of kisses to her forehead he padded out towards the galley.

Kanan's morning routine was one he'd settled into very happily. He flicked the switch on the caf machine to get it warming up while he fetched their mugs out of the cupboard. Regardless of what jobs they had, their day always started with him bringing Hera her morning cup of caf. It was for efficiency, he would say if she asked – part of his job as a crewmember to ensure the captain and her ship were at peak running capacity. But in reality he loved the sleepy “thank you” he got when he placed the warm mug into her hands, and the slow smile that crept over her face after the first sip.

Unfortunately, that was not how today would go.

The hideous clanking sound started before he’d even set the mugs down on the counter. Spinning around to face the caf machine, his hands hovered frantically over the buttons as he desperately tried to work out what was wrong and how to make it stop. Hera would never forgive him if he broke her beloved provider of caf.

There was a red indicator next to the water status and another one next to temperature, which wasn’t good; he’d thought those lights could only ever be green. The noise was starting to grate against his eardrums so Kanan jabbed a finger at the power button, figuring the best option was to just turn the whole thing off. The noise stopped, and the silence gave him the space to think. No water suggested a problem with the intake pipes, and if there was no water to boil that could explain why the machine was overheating. So, find the plumbing lines, and take it from there. Shouldn’t be too hard.

The caf machine had a permanent position on the counter in the galley – Hera used it so much that she didn’t see the point in having it somewhere out of the way. The water intake pipes should be at the back of the cupboard below. He swung the door open and was confronted with stacks of caf bags.

Of course. Because Hera makes sure the caf is fully restocked before she thinks about rations. Or, Force forbid, real food.

Kanan sighed and set about emptying the cupboard. When the back wall came into view he grimaced at the sight of smooth durasteel; the plumbing was fully integrated. Of course this was the one part of the galley Hera had been sure to do ‘properly’.

He finished taking out the caf before heaving himself up off the floor to go look for the access panel key. It would be in Hera’s toolbox, but where that was was anyone’s guess. He had been hoping to get this fixed and make the caf before Hera woke up, but that was looking less and less likely as the morning went on.

Five minutes later and searching all the obvious places had yielded precisely nothing. Kanan accepted his fate.

He returned to Hera's cabin, where his captain slept soundly. Her face was so peaceful like this, smooth and unlined, free from the worries that plagued her waking mind. He stroked a hand over her bare head and traced the base of one lek with a fingertip. She stirred in response to his touch, turning to nuzzle his palm as it cupped her cheek.

"Hera," he said softly, his voice still rough from sleep. "Where's your toolbox?"

She blinked her eyes open and made a sleepy noise of confusion.

"The caf machine's broken – tell me where you left your toolbox and I'll fix it."

She raised a single eyebrow. "You broke my caf machine?" she mumbled.

"I'm fixing your caf machine."

Hera gave him a sleepy smile. "It's probably still in the forward turret. I was tightening the wiring yesterday."

He leaned in to press a soft kiss to her lips.

"I'll have your caf ready soon."

Kanan saw her eyes flutter closed again as he left her cabin. He expected that she would stay in bed until provided with caffeine, but several minutes after he'd retrieved the toolbox and started work on the pipes he was pleasantly surprised to hear her enter the galley behind him. He'd identified the problem, but a lack of replacement parts meant he was attempting a creative solution that would at least keep them in caf until they could reach a port with the right kind of supplier. His back ached from the angle, and the cramped space didn't make the job any easier, but he was determined to get the machine working again.

Behind him, he heard Hera pick up her mug and settle against the countertop. He glanced over his shoulder to see her cradling the mug as if it were full, apparently content to wait for her morning fix before starting work for the day. That wasn't the only thing he noticed: her eyes were also firmly fixed on the part of him that was currently on prominent display. An appreciative smirk danced over her lips.

Kanan grinned to himself before turning back to his work. Maybe this awkward job wasn’t so bad after all; at least Hera was enjoying herself. As he struggled to finish the last fiddly piece of work, he might have over-exaggerated any shifting of his balance, but if so it was purely for her benefit.

When the job was finally done, he backed out of the cupboard and twisted to lie on his back on the galley floor. He heard his spine crack, protesting at being forced into one position for too long.

“Fixed,” he said, letting out a gusty sigh.

Hera was moving immediately, eager for her caf. She paid Kanan no attention, choosing to stand over him as she pressed the buttons on the machine as easily as she did the ones on the Ghost’s main console. Kanan didn’t mind; he now had an excellent view of his own. He was relieved to hear the machine whir to life above him, glad that he didn’t have to go back to try something else. The day hadn’t even started and he needed a break.

The look on Hera’s face was one of pure focus as she took her filled mug and brought it to her lips. The caf was surely too hot to drink but she had never let that stop her before. She took a sip, and Kanan watched her savour it.

“Good?” he asked, a small smile playing over his lips.

She looked down at him, another kind of heat in her eyes. “It’s perfect.”

Kanan would have expected Hera to take her caf to the comfort of the common area or her favourite spot, the pilot’s chair. The look on her face said she intended otherwise. She dropped to her knees, one on either side of him so that she was straddling his waist.

“It seems I need to thank you for saving my morning,” she began, more than a hint of suggestion in her voice.

“Yeah?” he said unintelligently. Something about Hera always made it hard for his brain to form words.

Hera took another sip of caf. “Yeah.”

She leaned forward slowly until her lekku brushed his shoulders, one hand bracing herself against his chest. He could feel the extra warmth it had from the caf mug against his bare skin. She closed the remaining distance between them as their lips met and the heat of her mouth pushed all other thoughts from his head as it moved against his.

Her caf was cold by the time they were done – but at least there was caf.

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It was an afternoon remarkable for the fact that the Spectres were enjoying a rare day off.

Hera stepped through the doors to the common area of the Ghost and surveyed the scene before her.  Zeb was absolutely destroying Ezra over the dejarik table, Sabine was flicking through her sketchbook with a look on her face that said she was ready to get stuck into a new project and Kanan was perched next to Ezra, clearly ready to take on the victor of their game. She knew this atmosphere; her crew were settling in for a long, lazy afternoon of quietly doing nothing.

This was not something Hera was willing to allow.

“Who wants some caf?” she asked, walking towards the galley.

A chorus of “Yes, please,” followed her from individuals who would gladly sip a hot drink as they whiled their time away. It was time they could be spending productively; Hera was feeling restless, and wanted to end the day having achieved something.

She let the door close behind her and counted to ten. Then she walked right back out into the common area.

“Caf machine’s broken,” she announced. “Kanan, could you take a look at it?”

He’d just started his new match against Zeb, and gave her a reluctant look.

“I’ll fix it,” Ezra offered. “I don’t mind.”

“Nope,” she countered quickly, “it’s a complicated machine and I don’t want it broken any further. That caf machine has done more for the rebellion than any other in the galaxy. Kanan?”

He sighed. “Alright. We’ll finish this after, Zeb.”

Hera waited for him to stand up before addressing the others.

“Since Kanan’s busy with that, while we wait for the caf, how about you finish up a few of the tasks I gave you this morning? Sabine, I still need that inventory of the Ghost’s munitions levels. Zeb, the Phantom could use a full diagnostic scan, Chopper has the results of the last one for you to compare with. And Ezra, didn’t you say the forward turret needed calibrating?”

A series of groans and reluctant agreements filled the air until, one by one, the three of them filed out of the room, Zeb calling for Chopper as he went. Hera waited until they were all gone before heading back into the galley.

Inside, Kanan was waiting for her, standing next to the caf machine with his arms folded and an expectant look on his face.

“The caf machine’s fine.”

“You fixed it?” She took a step towards him, layering gratitude and implications into her voice and the gaze she fixed him with.

It didn’t quite stick.

“It wasn’t broken,” he said slowly, not getting it.

“So, you’re saying that after I just sent the kids off to do chores, you don’t want a reward for fixing my caf machine?” She took another step, punctuating the word reward with drawing a fingertip over his jawline.

That seemed to get the message across.

“Oh, no, I didn’t say that,” he backtracked. “What I meant was, it was never broken to me , because of how great I am at fixing it.”

“So you do want your reward.” Her finger was now under his chin, her own tipped up so that her lips were mere inches from his.

“Very much,” he murmured.

Her answer was to push him back against the counter, hard, and lean in to press her body against his. She surged up onto her toes to catch his lips in a heated kiss as her fingers threaded through his hair, the tie that held it back only the latest in eight years of casualties.

By the time the door opened to admit Zeb, who had his diagnostics up on a datapad, they had put themselves back together with only a slight flush on their cheeks that could give them away.

“Diagnostic complete, Hera,” Zeb said to her as she passed him on her way out. “Hey, Kanan – did you fix the caf machine?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah, sure did,” she heard Kanan reply from behind her. “Just a, uh, loose part that needed screwing back together on the counter. Good as new now.”

Hera held back a snort as she ducked around Zeb’s large form. Subtlety had never been Kanan’s strong suit.

“Great, ‘cause I could really do with a cup,” Zeb continued obliviously.

Hera shook her head as she hit the door control for the cockpit.

At least there was caf.

[dxnniquee]

Darth Manteia, Jaina Solo.

She was Manteia. She was the prophetess. The sorceress. The seer. The goddess. The cursed. She was Manteia. Oh, the name echoed. Manteia. It sounded beautiful. Manteia.

[jaigeye]

forsaking all the rest.

Chapters: 1/1 Word Count: 7,200 Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Additional Characters: Sabé, CC-5052 | Bly Relationships: Padmé Amidala/Aayla Secura Additional Tags: Naboo Royal Handmaidens, Secret Identity, Secret Relationship, POV Padmé Amidala, Romance, Padmé is head over heels, Courtship, Courtly Love, Flirting, First Dates, Banter, Mutual Pining, Padmé pretends to be a handmaiden

Summary: While attending a Senate gala, Padmé disguises herself as one of her handmaidens to eavesdrop on her fellow Senators. The Jedi Aayla Secura proves to be a very distracting presence.