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ohoshi · 3 years

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yess the part where johnny bumped into taeyong was cool!! ty looks so cool while performing gosh 😌 i think ive watched that nct u class performance so many times by now, im still not over it for some reason hahaha

OMG I KNOW XIAOJUN BEING RELEVANT!! YES!! honestly im so glad that during nct 2020 a lot of the wayv members got to show their skills and how theyve improved (like xiaojun, hendery, yangyang) and i hope this keeps going (i feel like winwin esp couldve been showcased more? maybe it's hard with soo many members and i dont wanna be *that* fan...but he was the leader of the 90s love unit and had like 2 lines lol)

omg yes shotaro!! you never couldve known he debuted just 2 MONTHS AGO but i agree even in maw u can tell that the boy got moves! i feel so proud of him and hes so cute 😊 i agree, sign me up too for the idols who have such duality!! they were all so good (as expected)!!

WAIT LMAO SO SORRY i just fact checked myself and haikyuu actually has 4 seasons 😂 😅 there was like a 4 year gap between s3 and s4 so i think i felt like it was 2 seasons lmaoo. lately i have been more okay watching ongoing shows bc it gives me something to look forward to every week! but i usually do binge shows, which is why im a little sad that the uncanny counter is ongoing so i am forced to wait 😭 i must say though my binging skills are amazing...my one talent in life 🤣

her private life is another fake relationship kdrama (the main girl character is a fangirl and she runs a blog for her bias ahaha relatable??), and i think crash landing on you has some fake relationship things?? obviously it's not the main focus of the drama but crash landing is iconic u gotta watch, be prepared to cry tho if you get emotional watching these things like me 😭 because this is my first life was also good (i've heard some ppl get frustrated by the main guy character's lack of emotion though but i liked the writing and it's worth giving it a shot if you want!) i love the fake relationship and the enemies to lovers tropes, so if you come across any that are good pls let me know hehe

SVT yes that part in home where they choreographed like a house imagery with their hands was so cool!! the choreo is just so detailed (like i think there was a part that looked like they were opening a door bc it's "home"), i had heard svt is self produced and thats so amazing! theyre so talented and their performances are so good (the ones i've seen so far). i watched their mafia dance video for left and right and it was so FUNNY HAHAHAA they seem so chaotic i love it (also i love the mafia dances in general lol like nct dream did it for we go up). i'm going to try to learn svt's names (which i usually do by just watching crack videos about the group on youtube lmao) so stay tuned 👀 coming from nct, 13 members doesnt even seem like a lot to me anymore hahaha and i think im usually good with names so we'll see! i am also curious to see if i end up stanning dino :)) who are your svt biases??

haha yes i can understand xj/hn/lc without subtitles!! it's interesting because i think all 3 of them are from different places so their canto actually sounds a bit different from each other! but when i hear wayv speaking canto it feels so familiar bc i really only speak cantonese with my family, and it's such a weird but also good feeling and it makes me feel warm :) wayv is the unit that feels like ur close friends (whereas dreamies have best chemistry and i think i like 127’s music most? (but ofc i do actually like all the units songs hahah))

🥺yeah me too! i’m glad wayv members became more relevant thanks to nct 2020! honestly they are soooo good and they deserve all the attention! and winwin 💔 honestly i’m so happy he is in wayv now where he is being appreciated more! where he gets the lines and screentime! he deserves it 😤 of course you’re gonna be *that* fan! we’re all *that* fan 😤 the leader of the unit got 2 lines 😤 smh 😤

omg 4 year gap???? that’s a lot 😳 what for?? i guess the 4 year gap is the reason the show is still airing after all these years lmao when i saw gifs on my dash my reaction was wtf when did haikyuu become one piece what have i missed and then i googled and saw that the anime has 80+ episodes????? ABOUT VOLLEYBALL???? 😳 WILD

ohhh i see you have something to look forward to hmm that makes sense? maybe i should try it, especially since it’s most likely not as consuming as binge watching!! but yeah same, binge watching tv shows is one of my talents 😏

her private life is about a girl who runs a blog about her bias? there’s a whole kdrama about me? are you kidding me rn? never knew someone would be inspired by me or us for that matter? since we’re both just two little human beings running a blog about their biases<3 OMGGGG when am i gonna get the time to watch all of these drama 😭 hopefully really soon, but knowing how busy my college life can be (and esp rn) probs not 🤕 if i ever come across any drama that you haven’t watched already i will most likely recommend it to you!!!!

AHDGAGHFSDGH i love when idols play mafia game of any kind and i think that svt’s left and right is my favorite mafia dance ajfdshgadfshga they’re so chaotic and funny and omg vernon was so good tho?????? 😳 i was impressed bc i could never lie so well ahgdfags yeah it’s not that hard to remember all 13 of them especially because all of them are so different (i mean all of the members in all of the groups are always so different but ajdsgakja for whatever reason svt to me seemed the most uhhh versatile from the others?? like for example woozi is so smol it’s easy to remember him, and then seungkwan is the loud one, and then mingyu and jeonghan are pretty ones, joshua the charming one, sweet one, my biases are the best<3 etc but i mean THIS COULD BE JUST ME AJDGAJSH maybe i’m just too biased bc i love them so much sigh) anyways,,,,,, there’s a lot of ICONIC SVT CONTENT SO ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ welcome we have cookies, relax and enjoy yourself, the ride to being 500% whipped for svt begins right here, i recommend to you their pot and hammer game bc i love to watch when idols play it and svt? CHAOTIC AS ALWAYS!

OK MY SVT BIASES 🥺 ok first of all here’s a digression: usually when i get into a kpop group i have like 3 different positions, 1) love at first sight - which is the person who i’m attracted to right from the second?? like the first person i see and i’m like oh //they// kinda like the way you’re attracted to dino’s dancing and stuff; 2) first bias - which is the person i just pick for whatever reason //ok they’re gonna be my bias//; 3) the actual bias - after watching a lot of content and listening to the music and getting to know the group in general i then choose //THE BIAS// or rather the bias chooses me bc it’s out of my control i just love them whoever they are! and with svt 🥺 all of the 3 were one guy (the only other time this happened to me is w nct dream lmao) 🥺 and i love him so much! one and only: xu minghao! (aka the8) 🥰 he’s one of the lead dancers and 1/2 china line in svt and he can sing! he can rap! and boy can he dance 😭 i just 🥺 love him 🥺 my other svt bias (whom, tbh, i don’t love nearly as much as i love minghao but i still love him very much<3) is wen junhui! (aka jun) 🥰 he is the other lead dancer and 2/2 china line in svt (this is random: but i really love china line in kpop??? like idek why? i mean of course i don’t care about their nationality or whatever but i’ve just noticed that for whatever reason the ones i tend to love and bias are more often than not chinese) and i know i know you asked ‘hey cora who are your svt biases??’ and everything i was supposed to say was ‘hey santa it’s the8 and jun!’ but no i had to be EXTRA bc guess what? well I AM EXTRA!!! bc i got excited i really love them 😭 (esp minghao<3 lately he’s been my ultimate bias so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)

OMG I AM SO JEALOUS OF YOU RN? you can understand them without titles? lucky!!!!!! but the fact that it feels familiar and it makes you feel warm<3 is so precious<3 so cute!! so wayv feels like home? 🥺 bc you only speak cantonese with your family? this is so 🥺 i’m not crying you’re crying 🥺 teach me something in cantonese?? like?? actually, first tell me is it too different from mandarin??? and then teach me something? how do i say i love you? or hi and bye lmao and thank you? yk the basics! and i mean of course that we all love all units songs i mean!! we’re here for all the mess those 23 boys give us but!! i think i’d be biased and pick nct dream’s music<3 but i love wayv and 127 so much as well 😭

#ss20 #wo ai ni<3 #until you teach me the canto way #literally have no idea how much different they're supposed to be i'm sorry #in my country we have dialects #but it's the same words #i guess just the accents are different and some other things but #the words are the same #but i have no idea what it's like in the rest of the world #i guess for foreigners even dialects in my country could sound like a completely different language????????

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detroitbydark · 4 years

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Characters: Hound/OC

Summary: when life (or Thire) gets him traffic duty, Hound makes the most of it.

Warnings: None

A/N: I shouldn’t be starting a new work. I really shouldn’t. I also shouldn’t have decided to write a oneshot, talked to @skdubbs and have four chapters plotted out.

This does take place in the Fox and Mouse verse (around chapter 6 if I remeber correctly).

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“From Kessel to Kijimi, this is Nuna Skii flying you through the dark hours of the night. I’d like to give a shout to-.”

Hound hunches forward over the handle bars to the GAR issued speeder. Traffic Ops. Kriff.

It would teach him to make a bet with Thire. Then again, how was he to know that the Commander actually had it in him to bag the cute little secretary that took up guard duty outside of his office door.

Obviously not Hound.

The ARF Sargent sighs before turning the radio up. He’d rather be back in his barracks with his massiff at his feet than clocking for speeders and traffic violations. It wasn’t that it was below him it was just… well it was below him. He didn’t go through recon school to be looking for our of date tags.

At least he got to listen to his favorite radio show.

“-and more of that sweet jizz music coming from Dantooine as a special favor to my boys in the 332nd”

Nuna Skii’s show on Independent Republic Radio was a favorite of many a trooper. Overnights were osik but the sweet smoky sound of her voice and the frequent shoutouts - often laced with innuendo - were definitely one way to pass the time. And if her voice was stored in the spank banks of half the troopers in the GAR? Well, that was just an added bonus to her show.

“Just you, me and an empty sky lane tonight, eh Nuna?” He asks the radio.

“How about we take another deep dive into an absolutely delicious track, yeah?”

“You could sell me some ocean front property on Tatooine and I'd pay top dollar. Hit me with it, babygirl.”

He only does a handful of stops and doesn’t write a single ticket for the next six hours.

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She was so karking tired. Like, tired was an understatement. Half-dead might be more correct. She needed atomic grade caf or a bed to pass out in immediately. Glancing at the near stalled traffic in front of her, Nuna can’t help but think she wasn’t going to get either anytime soon.

The joys of working nights.

She really did love her job. To be a young holoradio jockey and have a spot on any station on Coruscant was pretty damn amazing but to have it on IRR? probably the single coolest station in the core worlds? It was a dream come true. Most of the time.

A yawn escapes her lips and her speeder rattles ominously underneath her.

“Oh- no, no, no.” She mutters looking down at her gauges. Warning lights flash brightly. She’d just gotten the kriffing thing out of the shop last week. They were supposed to have fixed the thrusters. The bike leans to the right and Nuna feels the tell tale swoop in her stomach from a sudden drop in altitude. It wasn’t much more than a few feet but if it was anything like it was the week before she needed a landing platform. And fast.

The early morning light bounces off the transparisteel buildings around her as she tries to find the nearest safe bet. Her speeder bike coughs once and jerks again, jostling her helmeted head. She sucks in a sharp breath as it pulls hard, dragging her from the skylane and into open air. It’s a struggle to keep the thing upright as she tries to guide it in for a landing on the nearest platform. Lights flash in her rear view.

“Really? Really?!” She hisses to herself as her muscles strain to keep the bike on course.

She manages to land the malfunctioning speeder, the ungainly pile of scrap plopping down with all the grace of a pregnant nerf.

The Coruscant Guard bike, all sleek lines, gunmetal grey and cherry red accents lands feet behind her.

Hers makes one last wheeze and cuts off. The good thing is, she’s wide awake now. No caf needed.

“Ma’am?”

Nuna turns to see the visage of snarling maw cocking it’s head in her direction.

“You ok?”

She swallows hard. It was a known fact within her small circle of friends that Nuna Skii - the real Nuna Skii not the sex kitten holojockey- was absolute mush for a guys in uniform and the one stepping closer was definitely one that would make her heart pump harder if it weren’t already for the adrenaline of a near death experience. If there was a name for kink involving men in helmets Nuna had it.

“I- uh- yeah” she takes a deep breath because now was not the place and certainly not the time, “I’m good”

The trooper's head cocks the opposite direction as he points toward her handlebars. “You know you're ok to let those go now, right?”

A nervous laugh escapes her lips. Her hands feel stiff from the exertion of the landing and she wiggles her fingers, forcing the blood back into them as she pulls them back toward her. “Thanks for the reminder.”

“No problem. Can I see your identichip and registration?”

Nuna gives him a blank stare for half a second, eyes moving almost comically from his outstretched hand and back up to his helmet. His free hand rests at his kama, index finger tapping idly. He’s got to be kidding, she nearly died and he was going to-

“You're going to give me a ticket?” She pulls her helmet off with little fanfare and hangs it from the handle bars. “Really? I nearly died and now I’m getting a ticket?!”

The trooper holds both hands up, “Easy there. No one said anything about a ticket. Just because you broke about three different traffic codes and at least two vehicular safety ones...” he lets the implication of what he’s said hang in the air.”

Nuna pulls the requested items out of her bag and hands them to the trooper with more aggression than needed but, damn it all, she was so tired she could cry and now she had to deal with a broke down speeder. Again.

She watches as the trooper looks down at the identichip and then back to her. Once, twice, three times.

“Is there a problem?”

“You’re Nuna Skii- I mean like the real Nuna Skii?” The tone of his voice has changed and he almost seems… excited?

“Uh yeah, guilty as charged. Listen, is this going to-“

“Say, ‘flying you through the night on IRR.’”

“Is this part of your usual traffic stops?” Nuna raises a brow at the trooper. Really? Did it ever get strange enough. She swings a leg over the seat and moves to stand. Her legs shake underneath her and tall, excitable and toothy holds out a gloved hand.

“Here, let me help you.”

She takes it because falling flat on her face really doesn’t seem like something she wanted to add to her laundry list of problems this morning. When she’s standing at her full height, which was substantially shorter than the solid wall of clone trooper in front her, she looks up.

His hand moves to the back of his helmet and rubs gently, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to sound demanding.” He says almost bashful. “It’s just that if-“

She takes pity on him. “From Corellia to Canto Bight, flying you through the night on Independent Republic Radio”

He stands frozen for a moment. Nuna squirms under the unflinching state of his visor until finally-

“Holy Fett! It’s really you! Listen! I- I mean we- the Guard- we’re like your biggest fans.”

The wind whips up through the levels ruffling the hair on her head, deep lilac colored wisps work their way into her mouth and she spits uselessly before reaching up and using her fingers to remove them. “That’s great really-“

Her hands go to her hips. Was this guy for real?

“Hey, I know a guy that does towing. He’s kind of a di’kut but he owes me a favor. I could get your ride towed where you need it. I mean, if you want?”

“Like, for free?” She clarifies.

The trooper looks down at her as if that was a given, “well, yeah.”

“And you want what in return?” Nuna fidgets. This is where the guy becomes a dirtbag and asks for something. He hands back her identichip and registration before reaching up and popping the seal on his bucket. He gives her a lopsided grin as he slips the helmet up his arm. Kriff. He was cute. His dark hair is cut into a floppy Mohawk. A stray curl of it dips down across his forehead and he offers her a lopsided grin. He is about as intimidating as a puppy.

“Can I get a shout out on your show tonight? I mean, the boys are NEVER going to believe this unless you do.”

“That’s it?”

“That’s it” he seems to think for a moment and his smile becomes toothy, “unless you’d like to give me your number too?”

She can feel the hot rush of embarrassment to her cheeks and hopes he mistakes it for wind burn. She ignores his comment about her number because, this fine specimen was so far out of her league it was crazy.

“So What’s to stop me from saying yes and not doing it”

“Aww come on, please? You wouldn’t do one of your biggest fans like that would you?”

“What’s your name?” She can’t handle the soft puppy dog eyes he’s giving her. It should be illegal for any dude with shoulders that broad to look so cute.

“Sargent Hound of the Coruscant Guard at your service.”

She nearly chokes. Well, that explained the puppy dog eyes. “You drive a hard bargain, Sargent.” She says regaining her composure. She looks behind him to the GAR issued speeder. “If you can drop me at my building I’ll call it a deal.”

His smile makes her tummy flutter, “I think that can be arranged.”

——-

“You’re full of it” Rule barks “Osik up to your visor!”

Hound is lounging back on a couch that is not nearly large enough for both him and the massiff sprawled out on it. Grizzer lifts his head, licks his lips lazily and lays back down. Hound scratches around the creature's dorsal spikes and the massiff kicks his back foot happily.

“I told you man. It was her. Identichip verified and everything.

“El-Tee? You hear this?”

Lieutenant Thire looks up from his holopad and the boloball game he was watching, “what?”

Rule is grinning from ear to ear, “Hound here says he helped Nuna Skii out of a bind this morning.”

“I’m not just saying it. I did it.”

Hound explains lazily. He doesn’t tell them about giving her a ride home, pretty sure he broke about half a dozen regs just having her pressed up against his back and her arms around his waist and that was before he dropped her at her building. It was early enough in the day that he doubts anyone really noticed. If they did it was worth it to have her hands clutching at his armor.

Hound had pictured Nuna Skii so many times that the fact that she wasn’t a leggy blonde had come as a shock. What she was wasn’t a bad thing, just different. Short and soft with curves in places he wished he could run his hands all over.

“Prove it!” Ryk laughs as he ambles in, freshly showered and pulling his blacks over his head.

“Should we tell ‘Em Grizz, old man? Or should we just let them eat their buckets when it happens?”

Ryk rolls his eyes as the ARF Trooper chats with his massiff. “You know he’s never going to answer back, right?”

Grizzer looks over his shoulder at Ryk.

“Aww come on man” Hound fusses. One mearty hand moves to scratch under the massiff’s intimidating jaw. Grizzer turns into the touch, nearly purring with contentment. “Just because he can’t speak basic doesn’t mean he doesn’t understand it. Isn’t that right boy. We got our own language, Grizz and I. Smartest mas’ in the whole GAR, aren’t you?”

The creatures leathery tail thumps happily in agreement.

“Don’t know about that but he certainly smells a lot better than the bunch of you.” Thire mutters turning his attention back to boloball and cursing quietly. Ryk lifts an arm smelling.

“Not me! I’m squeaky clean!”

“We’re getting off track here” Rule announces in an attempt to refocus the gathered troopers. “What we need to know is how you're going to prove you met Nuna Skii.”

“Did she sign a ticket?” Thire asks, not looking up. When Hound doesn’t answer Thire looks up.

“She was having a really bad morning-“

“You do know when you work traffic you have to ticket people at least once in a while.”

“Apparently, not the pretty ones.” Ryk cackles.

“Jealousy doesn’t suit you, vod.”

Ryk rolls his eyes as Hound moves to turn the radio on. Nuna’s show was starting any minute. He hoped she’d come through.

———-

Around and around Nuna spins. The wheels on her roller chair are in desperate need of oil and squeak in protest. Nuna is undeterred as she waits for the next commercial to end. Her producer glances at her through the transparisteel divider and rolls her eyes. Yes, she was a child. No, she would not be apologizing. She grabs a cold protato from a greasy Dex’s bag as she makes another loop. If her fans could see her now. She’s got on an oversized tunic and a pair of dark pants that were probably a little too tight but were way too comfortable for her to care. When she woke her hair wasn’t about to do anything for her so now it sits piled high in a sloppy bun atop her head. She was about as far away from the character she portrayed as she could get.

“On in fifteen Nunz” Tully her producer says. Nuna hurries to swallow her food and takes a big gulp of water.

“And that was the Twi’Three with their latest and I’m Nuna Skii keeping you up all night.” She purrs into the mic. “I think we’re going to go to the comms and take a few calls. Whatcha wanna let the galaxy know?”

“Hi Nuna. Long time listener. I just wanted to say that I love the show but I’m getting really tired of your pandering to clones-“

Nuna mashes the end button with gusto before sighing deeply into the mic.

“Babies and Gentlemen. My lovelies. From 2100 til 0500 five nights a week this is a trooper positive show. If you don’t like it I’d suggest you find something else to listen too. Those yummy boys in white are giving the Republic their all. I don’t see a problem with a few minutes here and there dedicated to them, do you?” She asks sweetly. “It makes me happy making them happy. You know what else makes me happy? New stuff from that Mon Cal band, Ach’tu. Coming at you after this commercial break”

———-

“Maker, I love when she does that.” Ryk groans quietly. “She could put me in my place any day.”

Rule nods, “she could read me the repair manual to my deece and I would die a happy man.”

Thire snorts, “What about you Hound. Got something to say?”

“Yeah man” Ryk lifts his head from where he was resting it against the back of his chair. “What does she look like.”

Hound offers a sly grin, “like a million credits.”

“Long legs? Big tits? You're killing us man” Rule says raising a brow, “unless you don’t really know.”

Hound laughs, “I know vod, but I’m not telling.” His brothers roll their eyes.

“For all my blaster babes and bucket bunnies happily messing with republic property. I salute you.” Nuna’s voice grabs the gathered troopers attention. Thire snorts softly, pretending as if he wasn’t listening. “Along those lines I want to send a special thanks to my new favorite Hound dog out there patrolling the sky lanes of Coruscant. Keep being a good boy and next time we meet I’ll give you a scratch behind the ears.”

The room falls silent except for the low snore of a sleeping massiff. All eyes fall on Hound. His smile says I told you so.

A good boy. Yeah, he could be very happy with that.

#clone sargent hound #tcw #sargent hound/oc #am i the official author of the coruscant guard #coruscant guard

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starlightsearches · 4 years

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Oh my GOD the reader teaching hux intimacy/ sex was so good! At some point i’d absolutely love if you could do a part two where he comes back later! Vulnerable and touch starved hux getting exposed to affection is a weak spot for me and wow i really love you and your writing

Lessons Pt. 2

Thank you so much! All of you are much nicer to me than I deserve 🥺 I have made this for you, and I hope you love it! (here’s the first part if you missed it!)

Requests are closed ✨

Armitage Hux x Reader

Warnings: Tastefully horny as always 😉 (sfw)

He tries to knock quietly, but the sound carries through the empty hall outside of your room, the sound echoing much more loudly than it had any right to do. It’s late—later than he had expected his meeting to end—and he’s already panting from his quick walk from the casino floor, his heavy breathing doing nothing to calm his fractured nerves. It’s late, but he had to see you again. He couldn’t just leave. Not if you were waiting for him, not if he could . . .

The door opens and you’re behind it, squinting against the light of the corridor, your own room dark, the curtains drawn, blocking the glow that Canto Bight always carries. You look different than he remembers you, soft from sleep and bare-faced, but his chest still fills with the same ache he felt the first time you looked at him. Actually, it might be worse now; he feels it in his throat, in his hands, an ache that begs to be kissed away.

“What time is it?” you ask him, your voice deep and rough from sleep, pushing your hair from your face with one hand before resting it against your neck. The ache in his chest is replaced with an unsettling guilt, followed by the sting of rejection. It’s clear to him you had fallen asleep after his departure, and he had woken you up by returning. You hadn’t been waiting for him.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,” Hux isn’t sure what else to say, can’t put into words how much he wants you to invite him back in to the comforting dark of your little room, to stare at your face in the light of the window and breathe you into him. Stars, he feels pathetic. But he’s willing to be pathetic if it’s for you. He’s willing to be pathetic as long as you don’t turn him away.

You stare at him, blinking slowly before the realization dawns, and you lose some of the drowsiness, your hand clawing through your hair a second time. If he were braver, he’d kiss you again right here in the hallway, press his own hands into your hair, grip the back of your neck and pull you close, push you back through the doorway and stumble to the bed. His cheeks grow red—he had been that bold earlier, had you up against the wall before he left, had you in his lap. He’s not comfortable with these memories, not in the light of the hallway. He feels much too visible. He needs the darkness again.

“I’m sorry,” you say, when you finally speak, “I fell asleep. I was waiting for you.” You take his hand in yours, guiding him into the room and the door closes behind him, cutting the light of the hallway into a smaller and smaller sliver until it’s gone, and the room is made of varying shades of blackness, your form darker than the rest as you pull him deeper into your room.

He’s sick with want, desperate with it, sweating like he’s running a fever, but he’ll let you take the lead again, let you determine when and where and how he’ll get what he wants. You are doing him a favor after all, letting him back in after he had woken you, and he’s very grateful for that. He’s even more grateful when you kiss him again, long and slow and soft, pressing your lips to his with your arms thrown around his neck like he means something to you.

It can’t be this good for everyone. There must be something unique about you in particular, because there’s no way it could feel this pleasurable to be kissed by just anybody. Why would anyone do anything else but kiss and be kissed? Why had he ever left you in the first place?

You part from him, so very slowly, resting your face against his chest, and the beat of his heart thuds through his entire body; he feels it in his fingertips as they press into the soft skin of your waist, resting just under the hem of the shirt you had been sleeping in, and your skin is hot against his hands. Hands that never seem to feel warm enough, even in gloves, but you change that for him, the heat of you sinking beneath his skin, letting him feel warm. You move your arms from around his neck, and they encircle his waist instead, resting there, just holding him close. He resists the urge to pull away, settles into the feeling of the embrace despite the clawing at his throat, the spike in his adrenaline at the touch. Somehow this is the most intimate thing that he’s experienced so far, and he finds himself blinking back tears as you breathe against him.

“How was your meeting?” you mumble into his chest, walking backwards in small steps until your legs hit your mattress, and you tumble over, letting go of him so that he can fall beside you, yawning and stretching before turning to look at him, getting close so you can see him better in the dark.

“Much too long.” He reaches for you, brushing a hand over your hair. He has to be touching you—he can’t waste a moment in your presence, not when he knows there’s a limit to the time he has left. You feel good, underneath his fingers. You feel good everywhere.

“I’m glad you came back,” you whisper, and he closes what’s left of the continually shrinking distance between you, bringing your mouth to his again—where it belongs, as far as he’s concerned. You kiss him and kiss him and kiss him; little gasps, sometimes moans, escaping through your lips even as he feels you relax into the mattress, your head slowly listing to the side as you fight against the need to sleep.

“I’m sorry,” you say when you can’t help it anymore, when the need for sleep is too much and you let yourself fall back against the bed. His eyes have adjusted to the low light, and Hux watches you breathe, your eyelashes fluttering against your cheeks as you try to keep your eyes open, your hands stuttering, tracing lazy circles over the hollow of his cheek.

“Don’t be. I should let you rest.” It appears that his time with you is finally up. He tells himself that it’s fair; he’s gotten more of it than he deserves, but that doesn’t mean he likes it. He rises from the bed with reluctance, stealing one last brush of his fingers over the back of your hand.

“Wait,” you say, and you take his hand in your own, sitting up once again, “you could still stay for the night, if you wanted.” You look away from him as you wait for an answer, running your hand over the edge of the mattress. His heart skips, and the air in the room leaves. He can’t believe that you want him to stay.

“Are you sure?” He finds the ability to speak somewhere deep in your eyes when you look back at him, finds it alongside desire—his own thoughts and feelings echoed back in your gaze.

“Yeah, I’m sure,” you say with a little laugh, and you move away from him, leaving a space empty that he immediately decides to fill. He’s still fully dressed, but that doesn’t matter, not when you curl up against him, your hand resting over his heart. He lays back, eyes open in the dark, and it smells like flowers, like champagne and the bright, electric air that blows through the city below you. He falls asleep with the smell of you filling his lungs. It’s everything he needs.

#armitage hux x reader #armitage hux x you #general hux x reader #general hux x you #general hux #armitage hux #general hux fluff #armitage hux fluff #armitage hux oneshot #general hux oneshot #my writing #requests #anons #Anonymous

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liquidlikecats · 3 years

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SIKE not really time to talk to the 3 bitches here who also play 3h. And by talk I mean that I'll put my thoughts on my current run out here and yall do whatever

So rn im doing AM lunatic classic and uh.... It's been an Experience TM. Battle prep is more important than ever. It's like 50% of the battle imo. You'll NEVER catch me going out into the field without checking everyone's battalions, weapons, combat arts and abilities.

It'ssss been fucking tricky. A big part of the last two battles I've done (Gronder and Anettes Paralogue) has been timing the enemy reinforcements. Learning that I can't do a certain thing like putting a unit someplace or killing a specific enemy until I've cleared a region out lest I'm overwhelmed by a new wave of enemies. Been a key factor with those two.

Oh and the first battle post ts? When you get to mop those damn thieves up? Took me several tries. P much every battle does actually. It was reaaaally fucking difficult to keep Dimitri and Byleth alive in that terrain and with the God damn boat load of enemies. Also had to play around a bit and see since I was missing four crucial units (Dedue, Petra, Hapi, Yuri). It was... An experience. That aged me by like 10 years.

Battles usually take me over an hour and they can get really fucking intense. Beat Gronder earlier but the fucking alliance reinforcements were tricky so it took me several attempts til I caved and reclassed Mercie, Anette and Ashe. Dedue was my fucking mvp tho, he was insane.

Made him a wyvern lord since I'm not a fan of armored units and he's doing amazing actually! He's got two big bad axes, the aegis shield and a lance and ever since I've slapped quick riposte on him he's been tearing thru his enemies like nobody's business. Well, also thanks to the +20 hit which I have for every single lion, courtesy of the snipers only run I did.

Felix is a wyvern lord as well! Wanted a change of pace. I was considering making him a war master, but I'll save that for my next run. He's fucking nuts, got 100+ avoid when waiting. I also gave him the chalice cuz he's my special little boy and making me very proud.

Yuri's a sniper this time! It's been a change of pace alright. Lowers his spd but his dex is p good. He's got way less avoid but he does have deadeye and canto so it's not actually a problem. Well, once I'd fixed his strength. He does have 88 crit which is really nice.

Something I haven't really had to rely on in previous runs (hard/normal) is having a secondary class ready. Byleth's got trickster, Anette and Mercie are maining gremory atm but also make damn fine valkyres, Ashe's got swordsmaster/assassin while Yuri has sniper/assassin.

This run is teaching me a Lot about flexibility. Changing up entire setups for big battles to make em work smh. And the timing of divine pulses. In previous runs I'd pulse it immediately when something didn't quite work out (like failing to kill an important enemy) but now I just wait and see. I don't have enough pulses to waste em on anything but preventing death and shit like that can be made work.

I think that's most of my thoughts for now? I currently play in one battle sessions since they're so intense. Now gonna go do cleanup after the Gronder battle (new month and all, gotta prep for the next one). I always take screenshots of how they're all doing at the very end of my run, maybe I'll post some of those once I finally get there.

#Moss screams #I'm very invested. This is absolutely not obvious and no one could ever guess at it by my 900 hours in the damn game. No sir #Eh #Long post

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mangobilorian · 4 years

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Novelty | (explicit) ii

Pairing: Mandalorian x Reader

Genre: Smut

Words: 4646

read chapter one or three

Cold. Maker, this is the coldest you’ve ever been in your life. The air bites at your skin, seeping past your flimsy tunic, the clothing rendered useless. You try not to shiver because frankly, you were being overdramatic, but the temperature is the only thing you could focus on. It was either the cold or the dead body at your feet.

Groaning, you close your eyes. Every time you convince yourself to not look, your eyes eventually wander over to the dead Devaronian. He looks so… normal. As if he were simply sleeping. Of course, the blaster shot through his forehead ruins the tranquility.

“Stop looking.” Your head whips up at the Mandalorian’s command. You try to apologize, but no words come out. He just sighs. It’s an annoyed sigh, you can tell. The slight shake of his head, the biting quality of his breath. It stung. But could you blame him? After all, you almost cost him the bounty.

Mando picks up Ras Drun carelessly, hoisting the dead weight over his shoulder before sealing him in some… frost machine. The bounty hunter then heads up the ladder, his feet the last thing you see before he completely ascends.

Maker, how were you so careless? It was by complete chance that you met the Mandalorian after the… escapade in your bedroom. It was, after all, a fairly small city, and you hung out at the loading ports often. But out of all the possible places you could be at, you had managed to walk right in front of the Mandalorian’s ship just as a shoot-out began. Yes. A shoot out. Mando was the only one issued Ras Drun’s tracking fob and chain code, but he definitely was not the only person after the Devaronian. In fact, over a dozen trained people tracked Ras Drun to your city in the hopes of being the one to blast his head off. Unfortunately for them, Mando didn’t take his bounties personally. While everyone scrambled to have some heroic revenge on the criminal, Mando simply shot him straight blank then proceeded to shoot everyone else who blocked the way to his ship.

One of those people, however, was you. Scared shitless, you had curled into a ball by the closest object (a medium sized crate), and tried to avoid blaster fire. Hopefully, you’d get out of the situation unharmed with a story to tell your parents. But the Mandalorian had other plans. When he saw your trembling, pathetic form, he almost stopped in surprise. When others saw that he wasn’t trying to kill you, they took it upon themselves to aim your way. So Mando hauled you up, his armor blocking the blaster fire, and shoved Ras Drun’s body into your hands.

“Carry him while I get us out of here,” he had shouted, already taking aim and firing. Muted, you began to drag the body to what you assumed was his ship. The fighting didn’t stop until the ramp closed, the ding of blaster fire ringing against the metal. Mando had the ship flying in what felt like seconds.

And the body of a dead man lay at your feet. Well, it did until Mando froze it. You should be excited right now. At least, that’s what you're telling yourself. You shouldn’t care about the criminal Mando killed, especially since you told him Drun’s information yourself. And you’re finally on a ship for the first time in your life. One step closer to tracing your brother’s steps. The awful brothel girls are gone, the dreariness of that tavern will bore you no more, and the bedroom where you had your first kiss will never remind you of that amazing bounty hunter again. Except… your parents might not see their only remaining child, and you’re now flying through space in said bounty hunter’s ship.

Gritting your teeth, you rub your arms together, trying to generate some warmth at least. You stand up, knees cracking at being seated for what felt like hours when in reality you’ve only been in hyperspace for twenty minutes max. As you turn to the side, you let out a scream. Startled, you slap a hand over your mouth as the Mandalorian stares at you. Maker, how can someone be so silent when they climb down a ladder? Especially in a full suit of armor?

“Thank you for saving me,” you say. No response. Instead, he tosses you a shock blanket which you almost drop in embarrassment. “I… thank you again.” He grunts then heads back to what you assume is the cockpit. Alone again. After a few minutes of standing dumbly, you sit down. No use in angering the Mandalorian if you trifled through his stuff. You close your eyes, willing yourself to sleep. Surprisingly, your fatigue catches up, and you nestle deeper into the floor, already forgetting the Devaronian.

*****

A solid nudge pushes on your shin. You groan, huddling deeper into the blanket.

“Get. Up.” A harsh voice commands, the modulator morphing his words.

Eyes flashing wide, you sit up and see the Mandalorian’s knees. Hastily, you scramble to your feet, not daring to look at his head.

“We’ve just landed on Catonica. Canto Bight.” You nod, head still fuzzy from sleep.

“When will I go back home?” He releases a short sigh.

“Not for a while.” He turns to walk away, but foolishly you grab his arm to stop him. Immediately, he yanks his arm out of your grasp and clutches the base of your throat. Not hard enough to cut off your breathing, but still strong enough to make you wheeze. Without a doubt, he could see the faded purple and red marks littering your neck. The marks he left a week earlier. Before, your hair could hide the evidence but standing in a close proximity made the bruises all too clear. He loosens his grip then lets go.

“Don’t touch me.”

“Could you teach me to fly?” You both say simultaneously.

“I- what? Why do you want to fly?” For the first time, you see the Mandalorian confused. You don’t know how to explain it to him. Why do you want to fly? In simple terms: to get off your planet, trace your brother’s steps, and be more than your parents’ financial advisor. You’ve accomplished one of those goals already, but how do you explain the rest? You’d need to launch into your ‘tragic’ backstory for that, a story that would probably bore the Mandalorian.

“Because… it’s always been my dream to be a pilot. At the very least, I wanted to get off my planet. Thanks to you, I’ve done that. But,” you gulp, eyes averted, “I still want to know how to fly. If you’d teach me, I’d be very grateful.” A minute passes with no response.

“No. I won’t teach you.” He pauses as if he were about to say more, his chest piece rising with another breath. But he simply turns and heads to a cabinet. He opens it to reveal a multitude of weapons. Stars, it was completely excessive to have that many weapons, right? He doesn’t even have enough space on his body to carry that much.

The Mandalorian takes his pick before closing and locking his armory. He pats himself down like he’s double-checking everything then walks to the exit ramp.

“Stay here. I’ll be back in a few hours. Here,” he says as he throws a comlink at you. “Only use it for emergencies.” The door opens with a hiss, and he steps onto the ramp. Without another word, he exits the ship, the ramp closing right after.

Alone. You were alone on the Mandalorian’s ship with nothing to do. At least you weren’t cold anymore. Huffing, you look around. You didn’t get to really observe the interior of the ship. At least you knew where the weapons and the weird freezing capsules were. In the corner was a small cot. Then there were the stairs. Tentatively, you look behind you to ensure that the bounty hunter wasn’t secretly there before climbing up on shaky legs.

You enter a small room with a door at the end. Probably the cockpit. With careful steps, you nudge the door open and see the controls of the ship. There were three chairs, many lights for the console, and giant windows. From here, all you could see was the gray walls of the port bay Mando had parked at. You could only imagine the view if you looked out while in hyperspace.

The temptation to sit in the main chair and play pretend was strong. The idea made you giddy, eager to act like a pilot. But the thought of accidentally pressing a button and ruining the ship sent a shiver up your spine. With a sigh, you leave the cockpit in search of cleaning supplies. It was the least you could do.

*****

The Mandalorian was tired. With absolutely no leads on his bounty, he had to trudge back to the Razor Crest through the flashy casino city. He did not like Canto Bight, and Canto Bight didn’t like him. Under the bright lights, his dirty armor seemed more prominent. People stepped out of his way, and he wasn’t stopped despite being strapped with guns. They understood his purpose there. Mando couldn’t help the frustration that settled in his gut. He didn’t want to stay on Catonica for too long. Only after catching the fourth and final bounty could he return to Nevarro and receive payment.

His failure at getting a lead only made him jittery. And in a blitzy city like Canto Bight, he couldn’t simply find criminals to use as target practice. His bones were tired, but stars, he was restless.

Mando entered the Razor Crest to see spots of blood on the floor. Almost unnoticeable, but he knew what to look for. What the fuck happened? He hurried further to see you wrapping a bandage around your hand, a med pack open at your side.

“What did you do.”

“Oh...I tried to clean the ship, but my hand got caught on a sharp piece of metal. Just fixing myself off, don’t worry.” You smile sheepishly.

“I’m not worried.” Mando observes the way your smile falters, your blink of surprise, and the shift of your face into neutrality. Fuck. He was too tired to deal with placating your emotions right now. He rifles through the med pack and throws a bacta patch at your lap.

“Thank you,” you mutter but don’t pick up the patch. Maker, he was stupid. Why would you need a bacta patch if you already bandaged yourself? He wasn’t thinking clearly. Instead, all he could think about were the smattering of hickeys lining your throat haphazardly. He knew that if he were to pull your shirt’s neckline down, there’d be even more bruises around your chest. Damn it. All his earlier frustrations went right to his groin the second he laid eyes on your neck. He had to get away from you. But there was nowhere to go on his ship. Maybe the cockpit? He walked towards the ladder but stopped at your voice.

“Mando…? I- I’m really sorry if I’ve offended you. I know that I made life harder for you since you have to deal with me. I never should have been by your ship o-or asked you to teach me to fly,” you ramble on, voice shaky, “And I’m really s-s-sorry about last week. I understand if you think it was a mistake. If you want, you can drop me off at some other p-planet. I’m sure I can find my way back home. And-”

Mando presses a gloved finger to your lips. He sees the tears gathering at your bottom lash lines, the slight tremble of your lips, the curve of your throat straining to contain your emotions.

“It’s… alright. My life has always been hard. And… last week wasn’t a mistake.”

“What? Mand--” he holds up a hand to silence you.

“Actually, I wouldn’t mind if we could have a repeat.” Maker, the breath felt like it was knocked out of your chest. He wouldn’t mind? What’s that supposed to mean? Blood rushes to your head. As for Mando… his blood rushes elsewhere.

He goes through the med pack again, picking up thick bandages. Carefully, he positions them over your eyes, giving you enough time to back away. But you don’t. He leads you to the edge of his cot, the action similar to what happened a week prior.

“I’ll be back,” he whispered through the modulator before leaving to power down all the machines in the hull. After the ship is crowded in darkness, he makes his way back to you, and stands there, simply observing you. Your ankles are crossed, hands folded together in anticipation. He takes off his helmet, the locking mechanism hissing, and sets it down by your feet. He leans in, your warm, shaky breath on his face. Mando slowly captures your lips with his, a small moan escaping your mouth.

Stars, kissing you always felt good. Your mouth was so pliant under his, willing to do whatever he wanted. He places his hands on your hips as you entangle yours in his hair. You were so soft for him, so pretty, so willing .

The longer he kissed you, the more delirious you felt. You jolt when his hands grip your waist then pull you towards him, back arching while your pelvis is that much closer to his. He tugs on your bottom lip with his teeth, biting hard enough to make you wince. His tongue gently runs across the spot where he bit you.

You tilt your head back for some air, the sound of your combined breathing heavy in the silence. With no sense of sight, everything else becomes so much more amplified. The smell of his armor and sweat overlap with the crippling taste of his mouth on yours. Your teeth knock together when he dives back in for another kiss, the slight pain causing you to pull harder at his hair.

You try to wrap a leg around his waist but a hand stops you.

“No,” he rasps. His voice is much fuller, deeper, and undoubtedly sexier without the damn modulator. The hands on your hips travel downward, igniting fire on your thighs. They pull at the flesh there, pinching and prodding, while Mando’s tongue enters your mouth. Kriffing hell, this felt so good . If last week had been a dream, today was heaven. His tongue runs over your teeth before swirling around yours. Since when has the Mandalorian been so good at making out? He separates from you, head dipping down to your neck, no doubt to put more bruises there.

The kisses, the touches, and the caresses filled your head with a buzz. A euphoric, all-encompassing, addicted buzz. All your life, you’ve never felt wanted physically. Always in the shadow of the much prettier, more experienced girls working around you, it was hard to not feel inadequate. The quiver in your voice at confrontation, your hiding behind loose clothes were all plain manifestations of your insecurities.

Everyone thought you didn’t want attention, but they were dead wrong . Maker, you want attention as much as the next person, maybe more so. You ached to feel wanted, especially as a woman. To have caught the eyes of a Mandalorian, one as strong as the man currently kissing your neck, filled you with pride. And an immense urge to show said Mandalorian just how much you could help him. As inexperienced as you were, you would at least show him your enthusiasm.

Before you could notice, one of Mando’s hands reached your belt. Fumbling with it, you stop him, thumb pressed against his wrist.

“M-mando,” you gasp, his teeth nipping at your collarbone, fingers still trying to take off your belt. “Mando s-stop.” He clearly doesn’t hear you, and succeeds in unbuckling you. “Mando stop!” As if he were burnt, the bounty hunter jerks away, putting at least a feet between you two. You almost whine at the loss of his warmth.

“I-I’m sorry. I should have asked if that was okay. I didn’t kn-,” he cuts off when you hook a leg around his waist. Finally. Tugging at his wrist, he almost collapses on top of you, but stops his fall with a hand on the cot. “What are you doing?”

“Mando, you don’t need to be sorry,” you whisper. “I just… want to show you my thanks right now.” Tentatively, you try to plant a kiss on the column of his neck, but miss and land on his cheek instead.

“How will you do that?” His breathing increases slightly, the thought making your head pound.

“Can I… do this?” You slowly drag your free hand down to the bounty hunter’s waist, gripping at muscle there. “And this…,” your fingertips graze over the tops of his thighs, curving inwards. “What about this?” Gently, you reach out to cup the bulge in his pants. You barely touch it before the Mandalorian grips your hand in his. Tightly.

“I don’t think you know what you’re getting into,” he rasps.

“I know I’m clueless about this stuff. But… I can learn. Please, Mando, will you let me learn?” He sighs, the defeated burst of air answering your question.

“This was supposed to be about you. Not me.”

“Oh, Mando... You’ve done so much for me. Let me repay you? Let me solve your problem.” Without warning, your hand escapes Mando’s, reaches out to his pants, and squeezes at the hardness there. Mando curses at your boldness, but you're stunned. Stars, he is hard as steel.

“Still willing to help me?” His head buries into your neck, not kissing or biting. Is he… snuggling against you? No matter, you have another thing to address.

“Of course,” you purr, attempting to sound sexy, but Mando just chuckles. Face reddening, you reach into his pants. Your fingers fumble around but with Mando’s help, you manage to get his pants down by a few inches. The breathing in your neck only increases, and with that burst of confidence, you grasp him gently.

Maker, he was… hard but warm. Really kriffing warm. In awe, you simply run a finger down a prominent vein.

“Maker, grip harder. ” You wrap your whole hand around his cock, squeezing as tight as you can. “Fuck, stop. Not that hard. Like this.” He places his hand over yours, then loosens his grip so you can imitate his pressure. He slowly guides your hand up to the base of his cock then down to the very tip. He leads you through that rhythm before letting go. The tip of him is wet with some sort of substance, so you gather it in your fingers.

“Shitttt... yeah. Go faster.” You try to increase the speed of your hand, but there isn’t enough lubrication.

“You’re too dry,” you complain. He’s hard as fuck, yes, but still a little dry.

“Spit in your hand,” he groans.

“What? Why-”

“Just do it,” he snarls, hips thrusting into your grasp. You release him, then spit into your palm. Maker, this seems a little gross, but if it brings Mando pleasure, you’ll do it. When you grip him again, the extra lubrication makes it so much easier to glide up and down his shaft.

As you keep up your pace, the bounty hunter steadies your hand, and begins to thrust into your fist. Fast. Stars, he’s going really fast. The warmth, the hardness, the enthusiasm send sparks to your groin. Even though Mando was the one getting a handjob, you felt like the one spiralling into pleasure.

“M-Mando?” He grunts in response, mind too focused on your small, tight grip. “Do you want to… put it in my mouth?” He stills completely. Fuck. Did you say the wrong thing?

“You really want that?”

“Yes… please, Mando,” you whine, “ I really want to suck-” he jerks away from your hand then firmly grips your shoulders. He tugs you off the cot and onto your knees, your back arching instinctively. Once your knees touch the cold floor, you try to tug his pants down completely, but the armor covering his thighs stops you. Almost annoyed, Mando rips the armor off, the sound of metal clashing the floor making you cringe. You pull his pants down as far as they can go and blindly reach up his thighs.

Impatient, the bounty hunter lays his palm on the top of your head, leading you closer to him. After feeling around, you finally grip his pulsing cock, and Mando sighs at the sensation. A sense of dread begins to fill your stomach: a heavy, weighted feeling. Stars, why were you getting nervous now ? This is what you asked for, right? But your lack of experience makes you question just how well you can do this. Before today you’ve never even seen a naked man, much less have your mouth inches away from a hard cock. You really don’t know what you’re doing.

Before you can back away, Mando seems to sense your nervousness. He leans down to gently cup your face, his thumb tracing circles on your cheek.

“It’s ok if you want to stop.” Sniffling, you shake your head then realize that he can’t even see you.

“It’s not that. It’s just… I don’t know if I can make you feel good.” The both of you stay silent.

“Here,” he says as his thumb caresses your bottom lip, “I can teach you.” He pries your lips apart, and his thumb enters your mouth. His finger slides on the top of your teeth, and the rest of his hand widens your mouth. “Ready?” You moan in confirmation.

“Keep your mouth open.” He takes his thumb out and stands up straight. With a nudge from him, you slowly wrap your lips around the tip of his cock. Your mouth widens the deeper you take him until he’s almost to the back of your throat. You choke at the intrusion, and almost pull back all the way, but a reassuring hand holds the back of your head in place.

“Breathe through your nose. Yeah, like that.” You breathe in and out, adjusting to the feeling and weight in your mouth. And the taste. Maker, the taste is… something else. A little bitter and a little salty, you can almost taste the sweat the bounty hunter has built up over the long day. It did not taste as good as you had fantasized, but what else can you expect from someone with no experience? After a full minute of just… keeping the Mandalorian’s dick in your mouth, he begins to get irritated. He shifts his weight around, waiting for you to do something.

“Use your hands, pretty girl. Like before.” You hum in response, and begin to grip at the areas your mouth couldn’t reach. Mando controls your head to bob at a steady pace. With gasp, you break off and spit into your hand before connecting your mouth to his cock, fingers moving at a faster pace. This is what he wanted, right? He moans at your increased fervor, and you mentally high-five yourself at the success.

“Tongue. U-use your tongue,” he groans. You tentatively run your tongue on the underside of him, up and down. “Yeah. Swirl around the-- fuck-- yes, just like that. Around the tip.”

Emboldened, you trace his tip with your tongue, and the Mandalorian increases his grip on your hair. On instinct, you hollow out your cheeks, forming a sort of suction, and Mando curses.

You try to not get too messy, but your gaping mouth causes drool to slide down your chin. Maker, who knew that blowjobs were so messy? However, the increased lubrication makes it even easier to slide down the bounty hunter’s cock. A thought crosses your mind, and you use a free hand to cup one of Mando’s balls.

He jerks away, almost ripping your hair. You whine at the slight pain.

“Sorry. R-really sensitive there.” You loosen your grip on him, and store that information for later. For now, you simply squeeze him gently and pull downwards. Mando seems to melt on the spot, his moans filling the room. The sound goes straight to your neglected pussy. You don’t mind blowing Mando when you get to hear him like that .

As you play with his balls, you still bob your head on his cock, but the ache in your jaw becomes more prominent. How long were you supposed to do this? It’s amazing to see him like this and be the reason behind it, but he has so much stamina . Maybe if you go faster, it’ll end sooner.

You speed up, mouth running up and down Mando’s slick shaft, ignoring the pain in your jaw. Your increased pace makes you gag more often, not the most appealing sound. But to Mando, it seemed like the sexiest thing he’s ever heard. But the Mandalorian seems to sense your discomfort, so he pulls your head away.

“Just hands for now.” You release his balls in favor of stroking him. Like before, your hand eventually stills so he could thrust into your fist. Unlike before, he’s so much wetter . He’s fucking leaking.

He continues to blurt out obscenities while he uses your hands to pleasure himself. You clench your thighs at the thought. Your tongue still tastes a little bitter, but you’re used to it now. In fact, the idea that you even tasted the Mandalorian’s cock arouses you like nothing else.

Somehow, you can sense when Mando is close. It’s in the way his breathing becomes heavier, the faster pace, and harder grip on your hair.

“Can I-- kriff-- can I cum in your mouth, pretty girl?”

“Yes pleeeease,” you gasp. He sticks the tip in your mouth, then proceeds to stroke himself furiously. Your hands take purchase on his thighs, massaging at the muscles there. You brace yourself for some sort of sign that he’s reaching his climax. Out of nowhere, Mando releases a long groan, and a salty taste hits your tongue.

You cringe instantly at the taste but don’t pull back. Instead, you take more of him in, holding him in your mouth. After he’s done, he begins to pull away, but you stop him. You swallow the liquid in your mouth, gulping down. Mando curses at the feeling. When he tries to pull out again, you let him. Cool air replaces the warmth Mando provided, the drool on your face already beginning to dry.

“Did you really swallow?” You give a noise of confirmation.”Kriffing hell. You’re so good for me. Here,” he reaches down to grab your arms, and pulls you up. Your knees give a pop as they straighten. Without a doubt, they’ll be bruised. He guides you to sit down on the cot.

“My turn,” he says, dropping to his knees. But a yawn stops him.

“Sorry… I’m just really tired. M-maybe next time?” You lay down all the way, maneuvering yourself so your entire body is stretched across the bed. With the ache between your legs, you’d usually be too high strung to sleep.Yes, it’ll be your second nap, but it’s been a long day, and exhaustion caught up to you again.

Mando stands back up and just stares at the darkness. He contemplates turning the lights on, but a soft snore from you discourages him. Grunting, he tugs his pants back on, and feels around the floor for his helmet. Grasped in hand, the helmet swings around as he walks to the ‘fresher. He could really use a shower. Before he enters, he turns around, the ‘fresher light illuminating you. Next time.

Next time, it’ll be his turn.

#mandalorian x reader #mandalorian x reader smut #mandalorian #mandalorian x you #star wars fanfiction #a way out

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zargsnake · 3 years

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Leyr Burnridge and the Undead Star

Word Count: 3582

This is a story within a story. The framing device involves Star Wars characters, but if you don’t like Star Wars you can skip those parts and just read the main story. The framing device is indented.

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"They were older than our numbers can count, but not older than theirs could. A long time ago, they were just like us: petty, mortal, recycled, thinking from A to B, feeling from B to A, bound to an odd number of senses, and detached from answers to the biggest questions. They had found those answers -- some they figured out themselves, and some they had help from others...others who they had to leave behind. But that was a long time ago. Longer than we could count, but not longer than they could.

They knew everything, saw everything, held everything, controlled everything. They wanted nothing, guessed nothing, believed nothing, tried nothing. They boxed infinity. And for one of them, it was unbearable.”

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Jocasta Nu feels old herself when she looks at the name at the top of the "Year-16 [Adapted] Creative Writing Assignment." Serran's student's student's student, young Skywalker. With his light hair and quiet manner, the young man is a far reach from his great-grandteacher, that outspoken charmer who had bewitched the entire Temple. Back when the Ossus excavation was still well-funded, when the Students for Progress still held meetings with representatives from all levels of the planet, when the Jedi Exploration Corps had a full slate of planned missions -- back when things were good here, really good, because the future seemed so good, because people wanted it to be good -- Serran more than anyone.

She wishes he were still here in the Temple, with that desire and that action, because things are sadder now. The old projects were too ambitious, and people gave up. It turned out the sins of the Outer Rim were worse than anyone had thought. Now even the biggest thinkers assume controlling them is impossible. Determined capitalists can just hold important Mid Rim planets hostage now; people seem to just accept that. And what can you say against the Chancellor? It is seven years into his term, and though people are more miserable than ever, Jocasta thinks his detractors have become just as unreasonable and small-minded as his supporters. And worst of all, of course, the Sith are back. Just when the Mandalorians seemed quelled for good -- the Sith are back, lurking out there in the shadows somewhere. It is all too much. So people just don't care anymore. They just don't believe in anything.

But she knows that even if Serran were here, even if he could keep his legacy intact, so that he was not a stranger to his own direct line -- he wouldn't. Because he doesn't believe in anything anymore either. He told her so, before he left, but she knew before he told her.

* * *

“Leyr Burnridge sat on her windowsill, looking out at the stars, wishing one of them would fall and die. She had an idea that the stars -- for all science says about gases and gravity -- were actually another type of people, a powerful and mysterious alien people -- and if one of them died and you saw it, then they would survive and become your slave forever. She couldn't tell you where she'd gotten this idea -- from a story, maybe, or a dream, or just a wish she'd come up with herself.

If she had an almighty starperson, the first thing she would ask for would be a ship. She did not like to stay in one place. The next thing she would want would be clothes -- she hated to look just one way. She wanted to be anywhere, looking like anything -- fitting in as well or as poorly as she pleased. If she wanted to meet the queen, the snooty courtiers would see her in her finery and let her straight in. If she wanted to plunge into a black hole, she would simply wear a strong enough spacesuit.

Leyr imagined more scenarios like that. She thought it was a very good idea. But she did not break her concentration on the stars. They were as still as her mind was wild, until -- a strike -- a fall. She saw it and smiled.

And then she felt a hand on her shoulder."

* * *

Jocasta remembers the Year-16 CWAs she and Serran wrote. As with all the important or interesting projects of that time, they did them together. The assignment asks Jedi students to reach out through the Force, through all of space and time, and then try to imagine something that is perfectly and utterly impossible. Something that never has happened and never will, not even in the most obscure corners of the galaxy. The very furthest thing from reality -- to imagine that, to the best of their ability.

It is a strange assignment, but a beloved one, and quite traditional. She had asked her master, a shrewd Echani named Menoc Thebe, what the purpose of the assignment was. They told her that the assignment teaches Jedi to separate fact from fiction -- an exercise of surprising importance to their way of life. After all, between prophecies, visions, and universal compassion for every form of life from microscopic organisms to space-faring superbeasts, a Jedi's sense of reality must be bigger and more flexible than that of an ordinary person. Master Menoc had clarified that this heightened awareness has been known, historically, to take a toll on the mental well-being of Jedi knights.

She remembers recounting this exchange to Serran, and his response; he had laughed and said, "The things they do to keep us from going mad."

* * *

"Leyr looked over her shoulder, expecting to see her roommate, but instead she saw a strange man. He was tall, with long silver hair and a young, sad face. His eyes were dark against his shimmering skin, and they seemed more real than the rest of him. Tiny bits and pieces of him disappeared or flickered around, and he faded away altogether half a foot before he reached the floor. Despite all this, he was quite fashionably dressed. Like a prince. Or a devil.

Leyr was not easily scared, and though he must have meant to startle her, she did not let it show. She pushed his hand off her shoulder and shifted her position on the windowsill to face him.

"Who are you?" she asked.

"Your star," he replied, "The one you saw die... You have me now."

His voice was a chorus of sounds -- different winds blowing through different tubes, none of them quite like a throat -- more like flutes and low whistles -- and soft percussion, like rain, or static.

"Do -- do you have a name?"

"... No... I am your undead star."

"Are you telling the truth?"

"Yes," he said, after a pause.

"Prove it."

"Look outside. Look down this time."

Leyr didn't like to take her eyes off the alien, but she could not resist. Outside, on top of her roommate's garden, was a sleek and beautiful spaceship -- almost exactly like the one she had been admiring in last week's catalogue, but with the improvements she had imagined in her head.

"You'll find the walk-in closet full, to your liking," he said.

She looked back at him, unable to hide her awe.

"Infinitely full, in fact."

* * *

Jocasta finds great joy in reading the short stories. Over her many years as leader of the Year-16 CWA Committee, she has read thousands of them. While she does not have as much experience with the creative writing abilities of non-Jedi children, she can't imagine that they could possibly compare. Jedi reach out to the rest of the universe every day; their imaginations are, by necessity, extremely advanced. At the annual ceremony in which Jocasta explains the assignment, she always says, "Reach out into the Force, as far as you can. And then look even further, to the preposterous beyond."

She is still, even now, proud of the story she wrote herself. It was about a book which had no writer nor publisher; it simply appeared one day, on the desk of an unassuming clerk. The clerk, curious, opened it up and saw his own name there. He hesitated but kept going, and read his fictional self gamble on a fathier race and win. He looked up the next race on Canto Bight's channel, and saw every animal's name, just as it was in the book. He gambled and won, just as he was told.

He used the book as a guide to make the perfect life, and it even told him how to win the love of the man of his dreams. When they were married, he finally told his husband his secret. But when his husband read the book himself, his fictional self became sick and died. This fiction came to pass in reality, too: the young man did not last a week.

Jocasta thought it was a rather scary story, and quite clever, because it was about a story. And it was certainly impossible. Books cannot come from nowhere -- neither can fortune, nor harm. In reality, everything has a source. And it is foolish to put too much trust in a source that you do not understand.

* * *

"For Leyr it was a year; for the undead star, it was barely a moment. He remembered every detail, far better than she did. He even felt it all, which he had not expected. He felt the cold of space and the brilliant sparks of her feelings -- anger, joy, drunkenness, sadness, longing. He could smell the filth of her garbage as he vanished it from existence; he could taste her lips when she kissed him. He could even burn his hand on the ship's stove or exhaust port, though it healed instantaneously. He still felt it. He could almost care.

Anything Leyr could imagine came true, even before she could finish thinking it. Her undead star knew her perfectly, better than anyone ever had, even her own family. Her silliest dreams, her darkest thoughts, her solemnest ideas.

She went around and around on accepting his gifts. Of course, it wasn't fair. She was not the worst-off person; she did not need so much help. And she was not the best person, either -- she didn't deserve it. Not like other people did, surely. But he would always say that she was the one who saw him die, and so he belonged to her.

She would ask what he wanted in return, and his answers would change, and she realized that he was only ever saying what she wanted to hear. He would say "nothing;" but when she grew uneasy with that, he would say "your company;" then after she told him she loved him, he would say "your love." Over time, she realized he didn't mean that. That realization hurt worse than anything ever had. And so she stopped asking him, but she did not stop loving him.

He felt like a breathing lightning storm, always flickering, every part of him a different heartbeat. He weighed as much or as little as she remembered he did. He arranged for her any lover she could think of -- even imaginary ones. But after a while, she stopped caring for others. All she wanted was him.

She felt they were like an electrical circuit. He was the current, and she was the ground. She realized, slowly -- slowly for her -- that he was nothing more than voltages. He had no will of his own, no direction. But she would still absorb the shocks -- if no one else was going to!"

* * *

Jocasta remembers Serran's story, too. He wrote about utopia. In his perfect world, there were no rules; people did not need them. People were good all on their own. It was a world of constant change, without any loyalties at all. It was a world of absolute freedom.

The story was flimsy, something about a family escaping tyranny in their rickety ship only to crash land on his perfect world. Most of the text was the family getting shown around the planet in a grand, beautiful tour. It was inspiring. Even thinking of it now brings tears to Jocasta's eyes. The peace and happiness, the tenderness and trust.

But it will always break her heart to think that, when tasked to create something impossible, Serran created something happy.

* * *

"One day she brought it up again -- that he was lying about wanting her love. He said all the right things, but she was beginning to get too smart for that. So he kissed her and held her, and though she knew she should see through that, too -- she didn't, not as well.

They lay in silence in the night, deep into nowhere. She felt alone. He felt alone, too.

"There is something I want," her undead star said, avoiding her gaze.

"Oh, really?" replied Leyr, not believing.

"Sort of," he responded. "The truth is, my people do not want anything. We evolved past that long ago, before your people existed."

"Oh." She thought about that for a while. "Do you remember when that happened?"

"Yes."

"What do you remember?"

He thought for a few minutes -- not about his answer, but how to explain it to her.

"My creator. We used to have beginnings and ends, like you do. I remember the other being, the one who created me."

"So, like your mother."

"Not really."

They were silent again.

"Did she die before you evolved?" Leyr asked.

"No," he replied. "But after we evolved, we were not related to each other like that anymore... We were unrecognizable."

"That's rough," she said. "I'm sorry."

"I appreciate that," he said, and he meant it, though she didn't think he did. He had said too many lies in the past.

"So what do you 'want,' then? As much as you can want anything."

He was silent. She felt him breathing, louder than before. It sounded like distress. It sure seemed real. She held his hand, and the feeling calmed him. She prayed that it was real.

"Do you want to die?" she asked, sadly.

"No," he said. "I don't want to end myself... I want to begin something else."

He turned to look at her.

"I came to you because you, of all people, had so many wishes. I tried to give them to you."

"You have," she said, stroking his hair. "...But they all seem so trivial, now."

"Perhaps."

He held her face and kissed her again.

"Will you have a child with me?" he asked her.

Leyr had dark eyes, too, and the alien gazed into them. He knew every thought and feeling behind those eyes; he saw her secrets plainly, churning around in chaos at his strange, abrupt question.

He thought her eyes were beautiful. He wouldn't have thought that a year ago.

"Is that possible?" was the question she prioritized. A silly question, but necessary for her linear, agitated mind.

"Anything is possible," he answered, smiling. She played the endless game, guessing if his expression was real or not. This smile seemed different than any other -- perhaps a clue to its authenticity. Certainly this conversation was different than any other. He had never asked for anything before.

"What would our child be like? Like me, or like you?"

"Definitely like you…Partially like me."

"What do you mean? How much of a part?"

"I don't know," he said, after a pause.

"What do you mean, you don't know? You know everything."

"Not this. This is the one thing I don't know."

"How?"

"Because none of my people have done it before." He had never held her hand so tightly. "Because we decided to be through with beginnings and ends, risks, love, all of it. It is forbidden. And I'm the only one of us who can't stand it anymore."

"But what if something terrible happens?" She freed her hand from his grip and held him more gently. "What if such a baby can't make it? What if its life is miserable? What if your people find it and take it away, and make it unrecognizable, anyway?"

"Then, perhaps, I would want to die."

She cradled his head.

"...You have to tell me what would happen," he continued. "I do not know. And what I don't know, I don't know. I can't guess. Only you can guess."

She supposed that made sense, though it felt very unusual.

"Was this your plan all along?" she asked.

"Yes," he said, his breath warm on her skin. "Just as you wished for me, I wished for you."

Leyr gazed up at the stars through the spaceship's great window above their bed. What kind of a choice was this? He held every advantage. He could make the whole ship vanish in a blink. But she wasn't afraid of him. She never had been. She trusted him. She loved him. He was asking to move forward in their relationship -- it was the least alien thing he had ever done.

He could not imagine, but she could. She imagined their child, its every wish granted, its every moment perfect -- just as her life had been perfect this past year. Had it only been a year?

And the alternative? To go on like this, knowing what she knows now of his great misery -- though he wouldn't call it that. Now that she finally knows the truth -- she can't just ignore it. She can't just keep wishing and adventuring, chasing whims and fantasies forever. It's one thing to have an unfair advantage over everyone else in the world -- but to have one over the person she loves most?

"Yes, I'll have a child with you," she said, after this short mental exercise. "I love you."

It was the one of the last things she ever said to him. She woke up in a small apartment in a large city. The sparse, clean rooms had no trace of her lover or anyone else. The son she had shortly after did not look alien. He didn't behave especially strangely, either -- at least, not as strangely as his father.

For a creature who knew all the answers, the undead star had left Leyr with only questions. Perhaps these are the sorts of questions we need to ask, in order to evolve beyond mortality ourselves. Perhaps this is their way to guide us along, to bring us closer to themselves. Or perhaps they will only ever leave us behind.

Leyr Burnridge sat on her windowsill and looked at the stars, wishing one of them would fall and die -- though she knew now that that whole scenario was entirely made-up to seduce her. A godlike alien read her mind and took advantage of her silly idea, all for some great, elaborate ploy to burden her with his little parasite.

Why did he bother? She wished that was the question that kept her up at night. But it was not.

The only question she really cared about was this: Did he leave her, or did they take him away?

In her nightmares, they punished him. They demagnetized the fragile bonds holding the gossamer particles of his body together. They washed the clarity out of his eyes, and ground his soul into wires and glue. They killed him, or assimilated him into whatever horrible, unfathomable thing they are.

It would be simpler to say that she was angry, but that's not the kind of person she was. It would be good to say that she was hopeful, that she believed, that she waited -- and that is a little closer to the truth. But I can't say either of those things. She was afraid -- afraid for her lover and afraid for her son, afraid of impossible creatures who she couldn't explain.

That fear sunk deep under her skin. Deeper than they could feel, but not deeper than we can.

The son of Leyr Burnridge and the undead star could fear just as deeply as his mother could...and he could count for as long as his father could.

His father was lost and his mother was forsaken. But he was born to find the answers, and, this time, to leave no one behind."

* * *

Anakin wonders what to do with the second half of the story. He only sent in the first half, of course, ending at the electric circuit metaphor. It is a bit of an abrupt ending, and makes the story rather short, but he knew the old lady wouldn't mark it as incomplete since it was already getting way too inappropriate. That was a trick Aayla taught him to get away with sending in shorter projects: just make them kind of sexy. It works on most of the teachers here, though you have to be careful not to use it too much because they will tell your master.

He hadn't meant to keep writing, really, after that. He'd meant to keep it all in his head. But it just spilled out so easily and now he's got it, right here, on his stupid computer and Obi Wan -- or worse -- could access it anytime, because Padawan security locks are worthless.

Would that be so bad? ... Yeah. It would.

He wants to just delete it. The only problem is he likes it.

He downloads it onto a datarod, deletes the source document, throws the datarod under his bed and forgets about it until he gets knighted years later and has to thoroughly clean his room so he can move to a bigger one. When he rediscovers it then, at twenty, and remembers what it's about, and how it ends, he tells Artoo to blow it up. Artoo happily obeys.

#my story #my art #leyr burnridge and the undead star #anakin skywalker #jocasta nu #count dooku #star wars #scifi #tragedy

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Thought Experiment Part 3

Do it again, my way.

So this one gives me a degree of creative libery because I’m adhering to a simple premise of “give rey a girlfriend and eventually get to the point where they can beat the tar out of kylo ren.”

There is no “rogue sith” outlier in my version of this story and so my version of “The Sith Resurgence” wouldn’t even be named that. but I’ll continue to refer to it as “my version” simple for ease of use.

The story begins With Han Solo, Chewbacca, and a girl. they’re in a piece of shit ship that they’ve been using while they hunt down the millenium falcon.

This girl is simply refered to as “Kara”

The story of episode 7 plays out as it had in the movie. up until Rey and Finn meet Han and Chewie, this is the reveal of Kara proper and the eventual reveal that Kara is in fact running with Han and Chewie because her father Luke Skywalker entrusted her to them.

Yeah we’re going there. Mara Jade is canon in this version of the story, She and Luke had a baby. The eventual reveal being that Kara was increcibly young and hadn’t begun any force training when things went south with Ben Solo, and Mara Jade died protecting her child as a building collapsed in on her.

Racked with guilt over failing Ben Solo, and Leia. Luke chooses to go into seclusion, and (while a bit fucked up) chooses to hand Kara over to his sister and brother in law knowing that they’ll lead her right and it’s really the only thing he can think of that would even start to make up for screwing up with Ben.

Kara Skywalker takes heavily off Han having spent a large chunk of her life with him, she’s exceptionally care free, an exceptional shot when given the chance but has the kind of take no shit attitude from Leia. She’s been living under the assumption her real father died in an accident she’s too young to remember, but is suddenly shocked with surprise to find that not only is he not dead but the primary goal of the Resistance is to find her dad so she leaps at the chance to join Rey and Finn

Kara is also the first to get the crush on Rey, and Kara tends to be a more grounding empathetic kind of source for Rey who would over the sort be more angry with things.

We also don’t mince words here, Kara’s gay, Rey has never had a relationship with anyone long enough to realy know what she likes, but she likes Kara. and they’re in a relationship somewhere between the ending of 7 and 8. Kara is the one who declares her feelings and Rey wants to try.

The Majority of the events of Episode 7 playout as normal but keep the aspects that foreshadow the forcebond. Then on top of that this version of the story we’re going to make Kylo Ren a threat. regularly showing off just how often he’s willing to make examples of everyone around him to the point that the scene where he force chokes a dude after he proceeds to carry him by the throat out into the front to display his death to a bunch of other first order officers to make a show of it. if you are going to have Kylo Ren be a piece of shit scum of the galaxy bad guy, you make him do the bad guy shit.

Han Solo Dies and now it’s compounded. This is a man who’s now a father figure to two young women; Rey and Kara, and with the latter being much more closely tied to him, witnessing the death of the man who raised her being a galvanizing event that makes he have zero empathy for her cousin.

The events of episode 7 end in roughly the same fashion with that leg of the story ending with Kara and Rey staying with the resistance until Finn is no longer in a coma.

Episode 8 begins with Rey and Kara participating in the easrly space battle and the bombing run at the start...well I’m split between it doesn’t happen at all, or it’s happening with out a hitch. So I guess for the sake of things they remain more or less the same.

Meanwhile Finn comes out of his coma, Rey and Kara grab him and they shoot off to find Luke Skywalker.

Meanwhile Poe ends up getting tagged up with Rose. Rose having a lot of words to say to poe and a lot of things to guilt him for. He is in effect responsible for her sister dying and she’s basically going to stay stuck on him, during this event they both decide to go find the master code cracker on canto bight.

We get to Ahch-to.

Theres a lot of emotion. Anger, sadness, screaming. This is the reuniting of a father and daughter. the daughter having trhought her whole life her was dead. There ids a lot to go over

assume a couple of chapters are devoted to explaining everything from luke to kara, and rey, and everything involving Ben Solo.

This is also the formal introduction of the force bond. The Force Bond serves the same literary purpose and ultimately creates the same kind of back and forth that Rey and Kylo Ren are able to speak to one another, but not physically interact. While still antagonistic it does allow them to have a slightly better angle at “Seeing each others point” but it’s made very understood that Rey has zero romantic desires towards Ben Solo, that said, it’s also a little less likely that Ben Solo is going to die.

Canto Bight goes like this Rose and Poe go looking for the master code cracker, and...get both. The Benicio Del Toro, and the weird sauve dude. the fake cracker and the real one present two sides of neutrality. during interactions Poe and Rose find out that The true master code cracker has accepted jobs from both the resistance and the first order on more than one occasion, never once informing one or the other of how he refuses to stick to one side and boldly showing pride in how he’s taking advantage of both sides, the del toro cracker is...what you saw in the movie, the guy pushing the whole “the only smart move is to not bother trying to get involved, and when you do get out as quick as you can” Rose and Poe hate both of them equally, and they both die before episode 8 is over.

Episode 8 ends similiar to the movie but with some changes minor and major. it’s both Kara and Rey that help the resistance escape from the first order, both of them doing the clearing rocks with the force thing. This is effectively the moment they cement theirselves as a couple.

and second Luke doesn’t die. There’s no overlying reason. I just don’t think Luke has to die.

Well there’s one. sometime around chapter 30 of the sith resurgence there’s a discussion had with the protagonists where there’s mention of who knows how many force sensitives are actually in the resistance and have never known it, and this is brought up as a cool “maybe we can do something with that” which is very hastily dashed away because the only person capable of teaching the force is Aliana and Leia dislikes her, so the idea is tabled.

So in my hypothetical Luke doesn’t die and basically goes on to start training Finn, Rey, Kara, and a handful of students pulled from both in the ranks of the resistance. it’s recognized that he himself is fallible and that he should not be seen as the be all-end all of the jedi philosophy, only someone who gets the ball rolling

Episode 9 shows that Kylo Ren assumes what he believes to be his true nature and rises to the ranks of Sith lord, submerging himself in the teachings of all kinds of sith lord holocrons. Though it’s slow, arduous, and difficult when every once in a while he’s pulled back when Rey talks to him as Ben.

Rey and Ben’s relationship should be understood as complicated, but when I say complicated, I mean there’s a strained notion of listening to each other but taking a heaping of salt along with it. Rey does not take shit at all, she recognizes that Kylo Ren’s identity is a security blanket designed to make him look strong. through the times they see and talk to each other using the force bond she very frequently talks over him and through him, she doesn’t call him kylo ren, she doesn’t accept him as Kylo Ren. Rey is effectively in charge when they talk. However sooner or later something cracks and Ben becomes human...kinda. Rey does not consider Ben her friend, nor does she feel put upon to try and redeem him.

More that Rey realises Ben might not be totally in control of his actions

The events of this version of episode 9 are much more personal. more contained. it’s obvious that the first order are going to lose, but everyone is waiting to basically find out what they’ll do as their last ditch effort.

The plan? a last ditch effort to take out corruscant, destroy the entire galactic republic by way of eliminating the entire governing body.

How are they going to do it? The Death Star. Kinda.

So the first order very quietly start scavenging and eventually found themselves pulling the debris and other things off the Second Death Star, They rebuild the Super Laser, it can only fire once, and there’s a 50% chance that the things will explode, cuasing unknowably large amounts of collateral damage.

Hux has checked out mentally. Phasma is quietly planning a coup because holy shit the supreme leader is suicidal.

And he is suicidal by the way.

Ben Solo is possessed. By what? The ghost of Snoke. It’s a very gray area but Snoke, like any abusive parent figure wants to live vicariously through their child, and in being killed by Ben at the end of episode 8 allowed him to do so very literally.

because lets go all the way in with how blunt this metaphor for being manipulated into hate groups can be

The stories final battle is effectively setting over corruscant, a complete mess of an affair with the planet doing what it can to evacuate, the fully ammassed Republic and Resistance forces fighting against a first order with nothing to lose and have fully embraced their existence as a suicide cult.

Ben Solo, and Snoke fight each other mentally, while fighting Rey and Kara. There are Knights of Ren, who are fully aware of the situation with Kylo Ren, so there’s this huge fight where our three story focuses are fighting each other, while also occasionally fighting the villains henchmen, who are also occasionally trying to beat the shit out of Ben when he wrestles control of his body.

Kylo Ren is killed. Snokes spirit dies. Rey stabs him through the stomach, and pull it out through his side.

Ben Solo lives.

In the end Kara is the one who chooses to use the Force healing tactic to heal Ben Solo. citing simply that he has no reason to not live, be that turning himself over to the authorities, trying to rework himself. The simple point is he has to attone in some way, and that isn’t by dying.

The story ends with Rey and Kara celebrating, the republic and the resistance celebrate victory.

The end.

I’ve been working on this for days and it feels rushed here and there and I ‘m trying to not sweat to much detail on somehting dumb like this.

#the sith resurgence #lily orchard

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Chiquita | Ch. 12

Chapter 11

Mariana couldn’t see.

She could hear Nevada grumbling, but she couldn’t see him. “Chiquita,” she heard his struggle and she turned at the sound of his voice.

“Vada?” she swallowed, thick and dry against her throat. “Va—Vada, no te veo. Where are you?”

Nevada could hear the fear in her plight and he hung his head, straining against the handcuffs on his wrists. “Mari, just—just stay still,” he whispered. “Just stay still, ok?”

Mariana furrowed her brow at Nevada’s response and it was when she felt the soft fabric against her forehead. She took a sharp intake of breath, tugging her arm in order to remove whatever fabric was covering her eyes when the rattling of the cuffs caused her to mewl.

Nevada growled, yanking harshly at his restraints when Mariana recognized Ricky’s indistinguishable huffed laughter. “Qué patético te ves, Trujillo,” he mocked. “You know, for someone who has control over half of Manhattan, putting you in cuffs was really easy.”

“Yea? ¡Canto de hijo de la gran puta! Take me out of these a ver if you’re gonna be as lucky the second time around!” Nevada yanked at his restraints.

“Ricky, let him go. He has nothing to do with this!”

Ricardo pulled Mariana’s blindfold off, causing her to squint at the sudden glare of light hitting her eyes. Ricardo hadn’t changed, he was just as she remembered him: tallish, dark eyes, blondish hair, and that impeccable jawline that in the end had made her fall for him. Except this time, she felt no type of attraction or even fear towards him. She felt... sorry for him and she smiled at the thought, but now was not the time to bait him. Not while she was sitting in front of him completely unhinged and ready to do God could only know what.

She glanced past him to gaze at Nevada kneeling in his spot as he yanked on the cuffs that were attached to boating rope to the wall. There was no escaping this situation. She huffed his name and Nevada lifted his head towards her direction. Mariana immediately noticed his bloodied face and beard as tears sprung to her eyes.

“Oh, how cute. You, crying for your little thug,” he snarled, delivering a careful slap across her face. Not hard enough to break skin, but powerful enough to echo against the walls and sting.

“¡Cabrón! ¡Te voy a matar!” Nevada struggled against his restraints, attempting to get up, giving all the satisfaction Ricardo sought in his struggle.

“Ricky,” Mariana called for him. “Ricky, let him go. I—I’ll go back to Miami with you, just… don’t hurt him. Please,” Mariana’s tears had fallen like a silent torrent down her face.

Ricardo had her where he wanted her. He wanted her back. He needed her back. For whatever Machiavellian reason, he wanted her by his side.

“Chiquita—”

Ricky turned with gathered force, landing his fist against Nevada’s jaw. Mariana yelped, feeling the sudden rush of movement in her belly, gasping for air as she lunged forward to Nevada’s aid to no avail. The splatter of fresh blood coated the floor near Nevada’s knee and the fresh saliva coating Ricardo’s bottom lip gave notice to the grand satisfaction coursing through his body.

“This will teach you,” Ricardo intoned, “to never leave me again, to do as I say, and to love me like I deserve,” he finished, spitting at the ground near Mariana. He fisted his hand in Nevada’s hair, yanking to bring his head back, and utilizing his other hand to remove his blindfold. “I want you to watch as I take his life.”

“No!” she shouted, tugging at her arms.

“Mami,” Nevada placated. “Take care of my gordita, ok?”

Mariana hung her head, giving it a subtle shake as her shoulders shook with silent sobs. She sniffled loudly, lifting her gaze to Nevada’s unwavering one. Her lip trembled, yet her eyes never wavered as she saw Nevada’s life slowly escape his eyes.

The guttural sound she made would forever haunt Nevada, because even as his life slowly slipped away, his senses were still intact. His blood was everywhere, he could feel it filling his throat, but he didn’t want the last thing his eyes saw to be the pain and sorrow in his Chiquita’s eyes, he wanted it to be the memory of her filled with his child’s life…

Mariana sat up quickly in her bed, sobbing, and with the lingering ring of her ears as Nevada rushed into the room to her side. She was disoriented, confused for a moment at the sight of Nevada by her side. It had all been so real. It had all felt so real that the heat of Nevada’s hands against her cold face seemed nearly impossible.

Nevada shook her cheeks, “Chiquita!”

“He—He killed you,” she said without preamble.

Nevada sighed, resting his forehead against hers, “What was it this time?”

“He slit—He slit your throat,” she whispered, willing her galloping heart to an easy trot. She closed her eyes, shielding the tears behind her eyelids.

The nightmare had been the same for the past weeks, only a few things had change. If it wasn’t her belly being cut open, it was Nevada’s throat, or maybe it was a bullet wound, or several bullet wounds. For the past weeks, she dreaded the night, because she had no peace.

“Mari,” Nevada sighed. “Why don’t you go to a doctor for sleeping—”

“I’m not taking sleeping pills, Nevada. No empieces con lo mismo, por favor,” she finished, shaking her head out of Nevada’s grip.

“Ok. Ok,” he conceded, standing from the bed. “What can I do, huh?”

“Don’t leave,” she quickly added.

Nevada puffed.

This had been an ongoing argument between the two since the nightmares begun.

Nevada wanting to take away her pain and Mariana not wanting to submit and put their child in danger had proven to be equally as frustrating for the both of them. Mariana, a logical woman, nimble in her wit and smarts understood that Nevada only wanted the best for her, but after coveting a child for as long as she had and later on succumbing to the fact that it would never happen due to her abuse was doing nothing of the sorts to risk losing her child.

Nevada knew that his Chiquita wouldn’t be able to rest as easily and peacefully as she once had until he had eliminated the threat that haunted her. He wanted nothing more than the son of bitch begging and pleading for his life. Nothing would bring him greater satisfaction.

“Chica,” he shook his head, running his fingers through his hair. “Chica, I’m doing this for you.”

Mariana scoffed. “No,” she said, shaking her head in tandem. “You’re doing this for you,” her hand had risen to point a finger at the center of his chest.

Nevada closed his eyes, swallowing the rising anger threatening to topple over. She’d been right… again!

Nevada knelt between her legs, placing his hands at either side of her now bulging stomach, resting his forehead on the stretched fabric. He sighed, fisting Mariana’s shirt in his palms. He daren’t say it. He couldn’t, but he felt it. Felt the love overflowing and covering every firing neuron in his mind.

Mariana was in his mind from the moment she left the apartment until the moment she came back, and if he wasn’t there already waiting for her return, she would live within his thoughts until they shared a common place once again.

He pressed his lips to her protruding belly, needing to find something to occupy his mouth with, so a kiss to where his child currently lived would have to do for now. “Lean back,” he lowly said, feeling Mariana sigh with what he thought could be relief.

Mariana scooted towards the center of the bed, lifting over her head the t-shirt she wore. Between the nightmare and her hormones, she had worked up a sweat and knowing the request that had came from Nevada, she would most likely not find a cooling moment anymore.

Before climbing in behind her, Nevada removed his black tank, wanting as much contact as possible. He moved aside her hair, letting the pads of his calloused fingers travel the smooth skin of her shoulder causing gooseflesh in their wake. He pressed his lips to the erupted skin, having his other hand travel up the sinuous feel of her hip just as he delivered a careful nip to her flesh.

Mariana sighed, letting herself relax, and be lulled by Nevada’s touch. She felt the scruff of his beard gain momentum towards her neck, where his lips rested momentarily on her jaw. The hand at her hip traveled upwards, gently cupping her abdomen. She shivered at the feel of his hand perusing her skin, the mild roughness of his beard against her neck, and the supple feel of his lips on her cheek.

“Vada,” she whispered breathlessly once she felt Nevada’s hand creep from her stomach towards her chest.

Nevada shushed her, bringing his mouth closest to her ear. “Déjate llevar, mami,” he said in a low growl, squeezing at her breast.

Mariana mewled, closing her eyes, and pushing her ass into Nevada’s pelvis. He inhaled sharply, closing his eyes momentarily to force himself to think about something else other than the way she was reacting to his pleasurable touching. He knew better than to try and take advantage of her in her vulnerable state. To other women, sure, but not to her, not to his Chiquita; he valued her far too much to ever hurt her that way.

Nevada just wanted her to forget what her subconscious had subjected her to a couple of minutes back. He wanted her to be reminded that he was alive and pressed against her body, he wanted her to know and fall asleep with the memory of him on her body.

He could hear the way her breathing had picked up and he could feel the speed of her heart against his palm, and against his better judgment, he kissed her cheek tenderly, sighing soundly as he removed his hand from her breast.

Mariana licked her lips, turning her head to find Nevada’s mouth with hers. The kiss was slow, fully considered, and not impulsive. They both took their time and when Mariana leaned her forehead against his the threat of the most powerful and serious confession was at the tip of her tongue.

She was scared of admitting her love to Nevada. She was scared of what would happen next in their relationship once she said it. And, it’s not that she was waiting for him to say it first, but she wanted to be more secure in what they had before she dove head first into something that not even she understood fully.

She sighed, turning, and laying her head against the pillow, “My doctor has been calling nonstop, Vada. I missed our last appointment because of the fucking fear—”

“Hey, hey, relax,” Nevada interrupted, pushing into her back as his hand lain comfortably against her swell. “We’ll go to the next one and see that my gordita is doing just fine.”

Mariana chuckled and Nevada smiled, grateful that she was easing up. “I don’t think I want to know anymore,” she replied, tucking her hands underneath her head.

“You don’t?” Mariana shook her head. “Why not?”

She shrugged, licking her lips. “I…” she paused, biting her bottom lip.

As soon as she’d found out that Ricardo was seemingly back in life and stalking her life, her fight or flight had immediately kicked in and her protective instincts had clouded her complete judgment. What she didn’t want to admit out loud, and to Nevada nonetheless was that she’d been having some minuscule doubts about the life growing inside of her. She knew that if Nevada didn’t catch Ricky before he caught her, the life of their child would be in danger.

She had… detached herself, in a way, from what was happening to and in her body. Not because she wanted nothing to do with the life growing inside of her, but because she had modified her thinking to expect the worst.

Nevada could feel her hesitation once her hand came to rest atop his and immediately he knew what ran through her brain. “Mari?”

Mariana shut her eyes, bracing herself for whatever scold Nevada had ready for her, and when it didn’t come, she sighed. “I know, I know. I’m sorry.”

“Chiquita… do you... not want to do this anymore?”

“No, no, no es eso,” she placated with a squeeze of her hand. “I just… don’t want to get my hopes up and then have life kick me where it hurts the most by ripping our baby away.”

“I’ll die before I let that happen,” he said with conviction.

Mariana smiled, knowing that his words carried validity, “I don’t want you to die, either.”

“But, if it comes down to it—”

“I’d rather the both of you live. Me on the other hand…” she yawned.

Nevada kissed her shoulder, “We’re all going to live. I’ll make sure of that.”

Mariana hummed, settling into his body, and just as she did so, Nevada pressed his lips to her shoulder thrice more. He held her and he dared not shut his eyes until he heard her breathing even out and become deep in her chest.

As soon as he was sure that Mariana lain asleep in his arms, his mind was plagued with thoughts of their conversation. Was he going to be able to keep his promise of saving her and their child from whatever danger they might encounter? Would he find Ricky before the bastard found them?

He closed his eyes, letting sleep finally overtake his body. He would stay with her for the remainder of the night, work be damned. His Chiquita needed him and he trusted his men to do what was right and focus on what needed to be done whilst he tended to the really important business: Mariana’s wellbeing.

“Te amo, Chiquita,” he whispered softly. “Te amo tanto…”

Laughter filled Mariana’s afternoon. It was the end of the school day and week and just like her kids, she was more than ready to welcome the long weekend that awaited her. Her students had had a productive day; they’d practiced their punctuations, learned descriptive words, they’d learned strategies for decoding words when reading, core words, they’d solved mathematical problems, and had finished identifying and utilizing mathematical symbols. It’d been a full day, and after the final bell had rung, Sofía had hung around the classroom with her and Jess, waiting for Mariana to take her home.

Nevada had been clear when it came to her safety. The meathead—as Mariana had identified him—would stay at all times parked across the school. She wasn’t allowed to leave the premises without him in tow or in the same vehicle as him. She’d learned to ignore him. He didn’t speak to her and she definitely did not speak to him. They had a mutual understanding in where neither particularly enjoyed the situation they were in, so they tried to make the best of it.

That didn’t mean Mariana didn’t test him at every chance she got.

She would disappear, purposely walk into crowds just to lose sight of him, give him false times in the case Nevada needed him for something else, and make his life a complete and living hell.

Mariana stood from her desk, gathering her belongings whilst contentedly waving Jess farewell. “Sofía, ¿estás lista?” she directed towards the girl who’d been entertained by Mariana’s phone for the past hour.

Sofía smiled. “¡Sí! I’m hungry,” she replied as she stood.

Mariana nodded, “Of course you are. Eres igualita a tu tío.”

Sofía giggled. “Tío says that I have two stomachs, like a cow,” she animatedly responded as she saddled up close to Mariana.

Mariana tittered, shaking her head.

Sofía had no problem falling in step with her as they exited the school. Sofía knew her teacher and her uncle were entangled romantically and she knew that the baby growing inside of Mariana’s stomach was to be a Ramirez and most importantly, someone whom she could play with.

Sofía had that same protective instinct Nevada had and Mariana had begun questioning whether or not it was a Ramirez thing and not just a Nevada thing. Nevertheless, she found Sofía’s shielding delightful. As Sofía gripped her hand down the Academy’s steps, two distinct SUV’s had parked at the curb, patiently waiting for the both of them to make it outside.

Mariana knew, more than one always meant Nevada was around, but this time she’d been completely mistaken. Once Nevada’s men saw them approach, they were immediately out of the SUV and on the curb to greet them. Chino, one of Nevada’s distant cousins, was the one to open the door for her and Sofía.

“Señito,” he said quietly, giving his head a subtle tilt towards the SUV behind them.

Mariana lifted her gaze, watching as Rubén—Chino’s partner—accommodated their belongings in the back of the truck, and through the windshield of the truck behind them she saw none other than Dylan, the meathead.

“¿Y él?” Mariana asked, not bothering to hide her annoyance.

“We already told him to scoot, pero like your typical new kid…” Chino shrugged.

Mariana scoffed, shaking her head.

It was Friday, and there was no way in hell she was going to spend it locked in the apartment with Sofía waiting for Nevada to grace them with his presence, no. She was going to go eat with Sofía, pig out on Nevada’s dime, take her toy shopping and treat herself to nursery stuff as well, and later when her feet couldn’t stand to stand or walk any longer, she would take them home for a nice bowl of ice cream.

As soon as Mariana handed her work bags to Rubén, Dylan came sauntering towards her. “What are you doing? Where are you going? I’m supposed to escort you every where,” Dylan shot at Mariana, the vein on his neck prominent.

Mariana smirked, slowly lifting her gaze to the tall man beside her, “I’m riding with Chino. You can follow if so you please.”

Chino hung his head, attempting to hide the amused smile that painted his lips. He was shielded by door, patiently waiting for Mariana to get her way, regardless of the situation and regardless of what Nevada had said.

“You must have me for a dumbass—”

“Ha!” she shouted, throwing her head back. “You said that, I didn’t.”

Dylan huffed, shaking his head. “No. I’m not leaving without you,” he crossed his arms at his chest, shooting a withering glare towards Chino.

Mariana looked at Chino with brows raised and then at Dylan, scoffing in disbelief as she propped her foot on the nerf bar to gain momentum for her to slide in the backseat of the SUV. Before Mariana had a chance to slide onto the seat, she felt a strong grip at her ribcage and behind her knees. If it wouldn’t have been for Chino and Rubén’s shouting and protesting and the sudden feel of sturdy ground beneath her feet, she would’ve never believed that Dylan had the right mind to put his hands on her.

Fueled by anger, annoyance, and disbelief, she charged forward, shoving hard at Dylan’s chest and before she knew it, her hand had made contact with his cheek. It took a second for Dylan to register what had happened, and when he did, he charged forward again, having reached and gripped her forearm in his rage. Before either of them knew it, Chino had punched him in the mouth.

“What the fuck, man!”

“Oh, you’re a dead man,” Chino replied with a smile. “Rubén, find out where Nevada is. I’m riding with the walking corpse today.”

Mariana straightened her blouse, shaking her hair in place, “I’m hungry—”

“Get your ass in that truck,” Chino interrupted with a furrowed brow, leaving no room for protest from Mariana.

On the ride over to the club Mariana had done more than stew in the back seat of the car. Sofía had remained completely oblivious to the happenings outside of the confinements of the SUV thanks to the distraction of her tablet, but she knew that Nevada would pitch a fit as soon as he knew, this had happened in front of his princesa.

Sofía was no stranger to staying with Chino and Rubén, so when Mariana had told her that she would see her at the apartment, and that Rubén would take her out to eat, the girl had simply smiled, waving her goodbye.

Mariana didn’t give anyone a chance to come open her door. As soon as Rubén had stopped at the curb in front of the club, Mariana had hopped off the SUV, quickly sauntering towards the door. She could hear Chino’s cries and calls for her as she took the spiral steps towards Nevada’s office with haste.

She puffed once at the top, winded by the size of her growing belly. She didn’t bother to knock on his office door when she threw the door open, she’d caught Miguel delivering a punch to one of the boys.

Nevada had been propped at the edge of his desk, fidgeting with his ring when he saw the indignation on his Chiquita’s face. “Chiquita, what the fuck?”

“What the fuck, indeed, Nevada,” she replied, pacing the area like a scorned animal. “Whatever is happening,” she motioned with her hand, “is going to have to wait.”

Nevada chuckled when Chino and Dylan finally made it through the office door. His expression immediately changed, he went from lighthearted and amused to completely thrown.

He said not a word, but a mere glance at Miguel. Miguel understood more than he let known and he gathered the boys roughly, stepping out of the office, leaving in it only Nevada, Pucho, Mariana, Chino, and Dylan.

Nevada circled his desk, dropping his gun in the drawer opened by the man occupying his seat. He scratched at his chin listening to Mariana huff and puff like a baited bull, waiting for the doors to open and that slap on the round for them to attack.

“Chiquita, ¿te vas a calmar?” he spoke over his shoulder.

Mariana scoffed, chuckling sarcastically, “Fuck you, Nevada.”

Nevada teeth-whistled loudly, like only he could, clapping in tandem as he rested his ass at the edge of his desk. “So, no one is gonna fucking tell me why my fucking Chiquita has this garbage attitude?” he spoke loudly, opening his arms.

Chino hummed, “I told the new guy to bounce, he didn’t y cuando la Señito salió all hell broke loose.”

Nevada nodded. “All hell broke loose?” he parroted, receiving a nod from Chino. He made a face and nodded, turning his attention to the bloodied lip on Dylan’s face. “What happened to you?” he asked, pointing at Dylan’s lip.

“He punched me.”

“He punched you?” Dylan nodded, squaring his shoulders. “Why did he punch you?”

There was a long pause in the room, no one dared to say why exactly Chino had punched Dylan, and Nevada grew seemingly annoyed at the entire situation. He cleared his throat, coming to stand in front of Dylan. Nevada had read his body language and there was no way in hell that he would be disrespected in his own office.

“Why did he punch you?” Nevada intoned near his face, speaking evenly and without strain.

Mariana saw the falter in Dylan’s bravado and the sudden twitch of his shoulder as Nevada approached him. She was never one to meddle when Nevada disciplined his men, but him having put his hands on her was something she was not going to tolerate.

She scoffed, shaking her head, “So, you’re not going to tell him that Chino punched you because you put your hands on me? Not once, but twice.”

Pucho cleared his throat, sitting up straight on Nevada’s chair. It took two beats before Nevada glanced at Mariana with a imperceptible glare. He knew that if she was saying this just to provoke him into doing something he would most likely never regret, getting her to buckle under the intensity of his viridian stare would be the way to go, but the look of chagrin on her face told him otherwise. That, and the fact that no one else in the room was disputing what she had said.

Nevada wasted no time in delivering a punch to Dylan’s nose that by the time the second blow came to his face, the audible crack of his nose breaking sprung Chino into action. He utilized his forearm to block and lift Nevada up from over Dylan’s body when he turned, pointing at Mariana.

“Y tú, stop fucking baiting him, Mariana, fuck! I pay him to do a fucking job and you being fucking difficult is not fucking helping his case!” he was screaming at the top of his lungs, turning red at the face, but still keeping a safe distance from her.

Mariana scoffed in disgust. “Don’t you dare fucking yell at me like I’m one of your little thugs,” she took a step forward, rounding the coffee table. “You’re seriously telling me that you trust the meathead more than you trust your own fucking family? Am I hearing that right?” she had a hand on her stomach, attempting not to strain more than she already had. “So, that’s exactly what I’m hearing… wow!”

She turned, reaching the door, and sidestepping the toppled over man shielding his face from the spilling blood. “Get the fuck up and take her home,” Nevada said over his shoulder.

“No, he’s not taking me anywhere,” Mariana rebutted as she opened the door. “Miguel, can you drop me off?” she finished, narrowing her eyes at Nevada as she slammed the door behind her.

“Fuck!” Nevada shouted, swatting his hand at the lamp and glass paperweight on his desk, sending everything flying and crashing to the ground. “¡Sea la madre, coñazo!”

Before he had the opportunity to kick Chino and Dylan out, Pucho had already dismissed them and as he waited for Nevada to cool down he leant back on the chair, watching him pace and mutter underneath his breath. He chuckled as he heard Nevada growl.

“What?”

Pucho shrugged, “You’re giving that kid too much freedom with her. She was right in questioning your decision with him.”

Nevada glared at Pucho, letting himself stew in the words of the older man. Pucho had begun working for his father when he was just a teenage boy, having had a knack for numbers from a very young age. They were ten years apart, but Nevada still held a generous amount of respect for the man that had ran the books for his father and had continuously done so for him. Nevada trusted Pucho blindly and he trusted what he had to say just the same.

“So what the fuck was I supposed to do, huh? I need Miguel with me.”

“For what? So that he can do what you obviously have no problems in doing?” Pucho smirked at Nevada’s glare; it took more than a withering look from Trujillo to make him buckle. “That was not discipline, Nevada.”

“A broken nose and a busted lip is discipline enough.”

“Ha-ha, since when?” Pucho rebutted. “Papi, you beat the guy who gave her a bruise half to death. You had one of the Gallagher boys shoot up the kid that was trying to fuck Nina after you told him to stay away from her. And, to the motherfucker that put his hands on your pregnant Chiquita, you only break his nose? The mother of your child.”

“I don’t pay you to psychoanalyze me or my choices, Pucho,” Nevada bitterly responded.

“No, and you’re right. You pay me to protect your assets, y tu preciada Chiquita, is your biggest and most valuable asset. You remember that, Nevada.”

It was fifteen until four when Nevada stumbled into his apartment. He’d had… more than enough time to turn his mind off of Mariana and what had happened in his office the prior afternoon, but not enough to quiet Pucho’s voice. Nevada knew he was right, he most likely always was, but this had been a first for him.

Pucho had this reputation of always watching, but never commenting. If Nevada trusted him blindly, Pucho trusted him the same if not more. He prided himself for being in business with someone not only street smart, but business savvy as well. Nevada never took on a project if he didn’t know for sure the outcome of it. He could willfully invest a quarter of a million dollars and within a couple of months make back the amount threefold. So when Nevada had let Dylan go with only a broken nose and a busted lip, something had immediately not sat right with him.

Nevada grunted, scrubbing his face as he traipsed his moonlit apartment in the direction of his bedroom where he expected to see his Chiquita. It had been a long afternoon and evening of ignored calls and unanswered text messages from her part, but he couldn’t blame her or fault her for it. They were so similar in their stubbornness that he prayed their kid would be a little more like his mother, a much gentler soul, someone with less Ramirez and more Peña, but given his luck, this kid would be the embodiment of both their mother and father.

He opened his bedroom door, lifting his tank over his head, and once his eyes landed on the empty, untouched bed, his stomach dropped. “Mari? Mari!” he shouted frantically, tossing the tank to the floor.

He knocked his shoulder on the jamb on his way out, and once he was in the open area of his living room, he saw her emerge from Sofía’s room. He sighed her name, quickening his pace to reach her.

She turned, met by his sturdy chest, “Mari, why the fuck—”

She gave his chest a shove. “¡Baja la voz!” she said between gritted teeth. “Your niece is in there trying to sleep.”

Nevada narrowed his eyes, nothing he despised more than being silenced. He raised his finger, pointing at her face in a gesture universally understood as ‘stay there’. He ducked quickly in Sofía’s room, smiling down at her sleeping face. He pushed Sofía’s bangs away from her forehead and he bent to place his lips there. He exited the room as briskly as he had entered it, and once the door was shut behind his back, he turned to carefully slam Mariana against the wall, placing his lips on her, and opening her mouth with his tongue.

Mariana welcomed the kiss; it was so much she could do to resist him, but that did not mean that she couldn’t push him away when she wanted to. She turned her face away, wiping at the corners of her mouth with her forefinger and thumb. “You taste of whiskey, y,” she took a deep breath in, “hueles a puta.”

Nevada snickered at her choice of words, hanging his head at her withering look. “I behaved, you can ask Miguel,” he admitted.

Mariana lowered her raised arms at her chest, starting her strut away from Nevada. He sighed. He didn’t want to fight with her—he didn’t want to add to her stress, not when she was carrying his child, and was currently fighting her own mind with nightmares of her past.

He caught up to her in quick strides, blocking her path towards their bedroom. “Where are you going?”

“To pee, Nevada. To pee! Or, do I need to call Dylan to come fucking stand outside the door for that, too?” her glare was intense and if she saw him wince, she didn’t let that stop her from letting him have it a second time.

“Chica,” he growled, leaning his forehead against hers a tad mighty, causing her head to knock the wall silently. “What more do you want from me, huh? What else do I need to do to show you that—that—”

“That what, Vada, huh? That, that, that I’m different? That I’m yours? What? What is it this time?” she finished with an amused scoff. “What you need and what I need are two different things and until you understand that, this little arrangement with my security guard isn’t going to fly with me.”

He pushed his head against hers, wanting to be absorbed by the warmth of her body completely. He wanted to become her, to fully understand what she was saying, and to fully understand what she needed.

“I need…” he sighed harshly, shaking his head. “I need you to…” he drove his fist against the wall besides her face, not hard enough to startle her or hurt himself, but hard enough to make his knuckles sound against the cement. “I need you to understand, Mari, that I needed it to be him. Someone who you cannot influence, someone who does not know you, who does not fear you, but respects you enough as your own person and the woman by my side. I needed someone who you didn’t know, who wouldn’t let you walk all over them just because she’s la mujer del jefe. You understand now why it couldn’t be Miguel, or Diego, or Josean. It needed to be him.”

Mariana pondered Nevada’s response. This had been the very first time he’d ever explained a decision of his to her. He always offered a bullshit response to get her off his back, but this time, he’d really taken the time to explain and break down his thought process in being so adamant when choosing the meathead.

Mariana grabbed Nevada’s chin, tilting his head so that their eyes could meet. “You saw that?” she smiled. “That is what I need: you being honest with me.”

He sighed and shook his head, smirking, “Don’t push it, Chiquita.”

She smiled, “It’s the way you know I love you.”

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Yo so Cindered Shadows

I return from indefinite lurking to talk a bit about the DLC. Only played on normal/classic so far.

Spoilers within, probably

Story

A bit predictable but enjoyable. C’mon we all knew this was ending with a fight with some sort of abomination.

Extra loooooore yay.

Claude at the start being “oh no you guys stay here Teach and I have totally got this ;)”

I actually like all the Ashen Wolves in my own way. Hapi is definitely my fav.

Yuri and Claude being two birds of a feather but not identical is nice.

Gameplay

Keep in mind this is based on normal difficulty and some of this stuff probably becomes more relevant on hard.

On normal I thought it was a nice challenge. Not mind-numbingly easy but not unfair. The maps that had reinforcements either warned you beforehand or spawned them relatively far away from you. I may/may not try hard, we’ll see.

I quite enjoyed having a set roster and classes. It’s a bit less to think about technically but you have to think harder about who’s going where. Everyone has a use and role and I never felt like anyone was dead weight.

Idk, they made a big deal about having limited resources but I never really felt that. I literally tossed probably 99 smithing stones because my storehouse was full. I bought no weapons from the armory, and everyone kept what they came with. All I did was forge and repair their gear every now and then.

Very refreshing to not have a lot to do between chapters. Talk to people for some info, sort out inventory things, then just keep chugging. While I enjoy the interactivity of the monastery it can get a bit...tedious/boring/chore-like after a while. I felt the same about the castle in Fates. But that’s just a me thing.

Real talk though Foul Play + Yuri’s canto relic is very fun to mess with! Between basically warping someone up map and also being able to tun back to warping someone out of enemy range then running out himself to warping someone who’s just attacked the boss away from them and moving so another of your hard hitters can take a shot. That said I feel like Foul Play really only works if whoever uses it can canto. I can see some utility for it outside of that but the options are so much wider once you get canto in the mix.

Speaking of abominations....I liked the Umbral Beast fight. HOWEVER. I kinda feel like I have to put a disclaimer on that because...I beat him in 4 turns. So I never got to experience the aoe teleportation shenanigans. I didn’t even know he did that until someone on discord was talking about it and I was like ??? so they explained it. A lot of people seem like they struggled with the fight as well so I’m not really sure what to think about that. Please tell me ya’lls experience with the final boss on normal I wanna know. I’ve heard that he’s a lot worse on hard.

Total playtime: just over 7 hours

In conclusion

Fun? Yes.

Worth the cost? Questionable? For just the story idk. I know there’s a lot of stuff you can do in the main story files once you finish the side story including new facilities, new classes and obviously recruiting the Ashen Wolves but I haven’t messed with that a whole bunch.

Looking forward to having fun with the Chalice in the main story. :)

#fe3h #fe three houses #fire emblem three houses #cindered shadows #ashen wolves #humm plays fe3h

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IS THAT WHO I THINK IT IS

ITS MY BOY ENYU!!!! ON THE FRONT PAGE???? okay also a big deal for zhaohao and li hao too!!!

ok now into part 2 of the ep

interesting that they focused on junhao for everybody. can understand he probably has the most different and struggle experience so probably more interesting for dramas sake lol im surprised they dont spend more time on shengen, considering his popularity.

HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAA JUNHAO FREAKING OUT over the fact that they only learned the dance for 40 mins. LOL thats the level of tyger + kou cong + shengen, i can imagine the struggle of the yang guang nan hai group in comparison AHAHA i just imagine him running down the hall freaking out like HOW DID THEY LEARN THE DANCE IN JUST ONE CLASS WHAT ARE THESE PEOPLE

lollll “theyre all dachang boys” “theyre all zhang yixing’s students” HAHAHAH you know even though he is slightly struggling compared to the rest, he aint bad and theyre all taking it light hearted with laughter so seems like a good learning environment! and he’s confident he’ll get it LOL thats good! i think thats what makes him so amusing

HAHAHA i love how lin mo just keeps giggling at junhao like he genuinely just finds him so amusing LOL yay for making new friends

awww bc junhao’s always been a leader i feel like for him to finally feel like hes being taken care of is so nice. i have absolute confidence that this group will treat him kindly. AW HE CALLED HIM MOMO

im still disappointed they have YET to show zhan yu’s funny/strange personality and this wouldve been a great opportunity bc hes surrounded by friends he’s comfortable with!! like his friendship with kou cong! or akey and lin mo! but sigh...

THEY PUT ZHAN YU IN THE FRONT FOR THE SEXUAL LINE HAHAHHA PERFECT BUT I SEE LIN MO BEING ONE OF THE ONLY ONES NOT SHOWING HIS ABS HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAA

wow the lyrics are so fitting for lin mo to scream LOL but also ay his vocals?! aw im glad they put in a little rap for shengen and akey! honestly was kinda hoping for more bc they havent had a proper stage together before and i feel like itd be awesome but also junhao and zhan yu vocalization at the end was on point!!

lol all the kids being like zhang pd’s words are so detailed and professional... sigh theyve been missing out until now

im glad they really pointed out how each member of this team did well! they really all did a great job with each of their parts, and they each got a little part to shine, and when put together, it was a complete performance. im proud of them and happy for them!

aw.... i feel like we’ve been waiting so long to hear lin mo get complimented.... i feel like it’s been since qcyn namanana that we’ve been waiting for him to redeem himself and climb back up to the peak. ugh its been nearly a year and a half. im just so terrified of whats gonna happen next bc im way too skeptical at this point to expect this high to continue, esp with what happened after namanana last time......... but for now, im happy. relieved hes finally getting the recognition he deserves and im happy that hes happy. lol i was also half scared we were gonna get spirit of the knight-ed again with his pink hair (nightmare flashbacks to lin mo and changxi’s deletion from that perf) i dont think ill ever get over that :( i feel like as a lin mo stan, ive been trained to not keep my hopes up and to prepare for the worst bc hes the type of person who just always gets the short end of the stick, it feels like.

aw the part when they go back to the waiting room and jin fan is waiting for them with an encouraging smile and the whole exchange of "帥的真的帥的" "哇~可以吧" "我沒想到" "那必須的" our leader did them proud :’)

ugh the part where luo jie calls them and tells them he can’t come back........ heart breaking. i can see why lin ran and xikan would be really affected. lin ran has been luo jie’s go-to since he left and knowing how their usual friendship involves making fun of one another and jokingly complaining about each other, it hits hard when lin ran says he cried his eyes out. it hurts that they didnt get to share the stage again before he left. xikan may not have shared the stage with luo jie during ip, but hes known him since then and has been with him through both rounds here. it interesting bc i feel like the namanana perf was very light hearted on qcyn but i cant see that happening here, esp with their outfits?

aw shiwei and chaowen taking charge to raise their spirits :’)

lin ran’s voice fits so well with this song wow! i really like his lines! also lol i didnt know xikan would have abs but okay and tbh im always hesitant about dances with props bc it always is so easy to look messy..... like every slight difference in angle in the way you hold your arms is immediately magnified

and like sxl’s fan is obviously broken and having performed fan dances myself i know that that’s like the most annoying thing to happen on stage, and can be really difficult to deal with, even tho it happens ALL THE TIME with those types of fans ugh :(

i mean its super kind of them to leave luo jie’s space empty for him, but its kinda weird to have parts of the audio missing sadly :( and also chaowen’s voice did something weird in the middle there, like its sounds weirdly weak

wait didnt yixing tell them to close the fan? but they didnt?

xikan’s facial expressions are perfecttt, good for him! wish they gave more screen time to shiwei during shiwei’s lines lol... but also i cant help but hear lin mo’s voice during that part LOL ugh speaking of which i miss that team dynamic namanana team a on qcyn HAHAHAH hwx being a brat and fjj running around wild and lin mo giving up on them all just laughing like idiots for hours on end while bo yuan just judges them from a corner LOL i love the beginning of the wenxuan and lin mo friendship good times :’)

HAHAH ENYU AGAIN WITH THE REALEST COMMENTS - i agree AHHAHAH i love these kids too but there was something off about this stage

im surprised but also not surprised by what the judges are saying

o didnt realize sxl was supposed to be center but i guess that explains the big puffy thing on his shoulder lol.......... agree with cx tho, even without his broken fan, i think the fans made them look worse bc it just looked messy

well idk if we’re getting all the stages today but at least jin fan’s is also getting aired! TYGER HUG FOR JIN FAN YESS

jin fan teaching them dance? yes thank you for showing us he is a good dancer. oof jin fan’s just too nice :( hes trying to avoid conflict too much that it caused conflict smh......... lol oscar trying to talk to su er hes having such struggle i feel that bro LOL hes doing really well though, tbh being relatively young, hes really trying his best and is being reasonable.

LOL HE CALLED HIM JIN FAN GE i forgot jin fan is considered old lol..... jin fan really taking the higher road here and im glad they sat together and talked it out a bit

THE JIN FAN VOICE YESSSS hahahhaha kou cong holding the tyger sign!!

oo is that some of his bel canto-style singing coming through LOL

AY NICE for hong weihao and oscar to put in some rap

some of those high notes were a bit questionable at the end but okay jin fan is really claiming that vocal + dance teacher role i see.... interesting

but agree with yixing that he doesnt need to force himself to do high notes bc his voice is so nice regardless!! yay for oscar getting recognition! im still waiting for jin fan to do a cool dance performance sigh

wasnt expecting an enyu feature BUT ILL TAKE IT

oof huang enyu saying hes really trying to put himself out there by going for leader and the realest comment that he hasnt considered getting to debut he just wants to pass this round oof and he feels like his opportunities may be cut short bc hes getting old oof

enyu and chenxu crying watching the movie

AW THEIR HAHA VIDEOS ARE THE CUTEST THING I LOVE THESE KIDSSS so sad that so many of them are at risk of elimination :( im glad these vocals made their own friend group! I hope itll be a memory they carry forward. they do all have shared experiences as vocals on this show.

this reaction to junrong’s voice

same tho :’) but actually all of their voices are so so nice like actually these 5 are all people whose voices ive really listened for on this show, but wow renyu’s voice in particular like really ugh just sounds so pure

also enyu looks really nice in this performance but thats a side note okay moving on

i mean literally these reactions

and li hao crying while singing and so many kids in the waiting room crying while watching OOF this perf has got me emotional

HAHAHHAHA THEIR INTROS HAHAHHA

UGH ENYU his plea just.... the way he yelled it bc it mustve taken courage and it mustve been a frustration on his mind for a while now and bc maybe he wouldve broken down if he hadnt yelled it out but im really crying now.... and its so out of character for him that you know he really really is feeling desperate and feels the need to speak out

lol wait gjm posted on weibo about him? is that why hes getting more attention lol..........

i really hope the vocals win :(

no tygers in the next ep preview? hmmMMMMMmm okay

well also interesting that they put the other 4 perfs with the elims...... seems sketch but at least most of my kids got to go this week ahhhhhh i feel bad for the other groups already. esp the ones with the kids who arent as popular...

#rants

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beeexx · 5 years

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I often think about how I think that so much of what The Last Jedi tried to say got lost in the hatred of the movie. While I would in no way argue that it’s a perfect movie I do actually like it. And I understand that we all have different opinions of it and that it’s a good thing to talk about the things we didn’t like and why we didn’t like it so we can learn and listen to each other. But for me one of the things The Last Jedi sets out to do is to teach all the male characters something they didn’t know before, it’s about showcasing all their flaws in situations they would have normally been presumed to be right...and it’s done by all the female characters.

Women teaching men things in itself is already very unusual. The reason why is because in order to teach someone something they didn’t know they have to come from a position of power and that is already very unusual for women. But Leia, Rose and Rey all play essential roles as people with certain knowledge that the men don’t have.

If we start with Finn, and on the one hand I do agree with the critique of Finn’s character in this. He felt very under used and not as essential to the story as the rest of the characters which really is a shame. I do agree that he maybe got a little side tracked in it. I know many were unhappy with it and I felt that way about it too, but if we look past that for a moment and focus on his arc for a second to me it does two things. One, Finn starts off the movie being driven by an obsession to get away from the Resistance and find Rey, he doesn’t want anything to do with the war. His intentions are essentially driven by lack of faith because he thinks the Resistance cause is doomed. So Rose enters, and through the side mission they share, it serves the point of Rose pulling back the curtain and showing Finn the oppression the whole galaxy suffers by the First Order. She takes on the role of guide for Finn and comes from a standpoint of moral authority because she shows Finn the political reasons why The Resistance is necessary (Canto Bright has all these species gambling and winning money because of the war) and the moral reasons to why they fight (freeing the slaves from the stables). In teaching and showing Finn all these things she inspires him to eventually identify as a Rebel. She gives him all these things he didn’t have or didn’t know about before and that’s the underlying dynamic of their relationship. She inspires him to believe in something bigger than himself. The other thing Finn and Rose arcs do is that it tries to make the Resistance do something new. All we’ve ever seen of the Rebellion and the Resistance is fighting, against the Empire or the First Order. And the film is trying to say that they have to be for something else as well. They cannot only be anti and fight against the first order or the empire, they have to inspire positivity as well because otherwise people are going to feel no attachment to them whatsoever because they start to become this group of people that no one can touch or join. The Resistance and Rebellion have always been doing the same thing in each movie and because of it the film is trying to do something else instead. Rose story therefore becomes important because it’s about freeing slaves and righting things from wrong and doing the right thing. It is essentially about giving people hope (she gives it to Finn) and even though you don’t achieve what you sent out to do that’s still important. And it’s also important going forward into the Rise of Skywalker because if they don’t inspire any positivity or hope in the galaxy then no one else is going to support them or join them later on.

Okay let’s move on to Poe. For anyone knowing me knows that I love Poe, he’s my absolute favourite character (and also queer I take no complaints) and I know many didn’t like him in this movie either because he does come across as a dick, a likeable one but nonetheless a dick who is reckless and defies orders. And he’s met by women who challenges him, Leia and Holdo. The movie starts off with Poe being dangerous and arrogant, and only caring about being a hero. The movie’s first surprise comes in the beginning when we are expected to celebrate Poe’s ‘heroic’ action of taking down the Dreadnought. Poe gets told off about his victory and we as an audience are rebuked for celebrating it. But it forces you to think about consequences which many battle sequences and action narratives never forces you to do. But it makes you think about all the people who died just for a small thing. When Leia later is in a coma it’s expected that Poe would be the one to take over, it’s normally what happens. The brash hero is forced to become a leader, but that doesn’t happen either. Enters Holdo who is actually even less sympathetic towards Poe and his behaviour. She puts him down and calls him out for being a ‘trigger happy fly boy’ something Poe can’t stand. While Poe clearly operates from a place of care all the decisions he makes results in consequences that could have been prevented. He’s reprimanded until he learns how to listen to the people in command. (I do want to say I don’t think Poe is made out in this movie to disrespect women but I think he has problem with authority and having to take responsibility in general, he’s gone a while without having to. Because to me there is no argument that he would not respect Leia, that’s just silly. But this movie happens to actually have women who are in power positions that challenges him right out). In the end Poe learns from his mistakes by Leia and Holdo and chooses to put aside a personal need to be a hero and instead focus on the bigger picture. When Luke goes to fight Kylo Ren he realises he is stalling and instead of sending out the remaining people of the resistance he tells them all to escape and live instead.

And lastly Rey, she challenges Luke. Luke in this movie is not what anyone expected him to be like. He has become a cynical recluse living on his own (to me that makes maybe the most sense out of everything in this movie). Going through what Luke has gone through it seems logical that he would feel extremely guilty and scared. He also says something along the lines of “You expect me to walk out with my lightsaber and face down the first order” a heroic big action sequence that fans and the people in the galaxy expected him to do. He’s after all a cool badass Jedi master. But Rey who is a female untrained Jedi she consistently challenges this mythical hero legend on his failures. She confronts him and in the end it’s what inspires Luke to reconnect with the force. Rey is the one that makes him overcome his doubt about going forward. Luke doesn’t actually teach Rey what it’s like to be a Jedi it’s Rey who reminds of what it is. Rey inspires him to be better and because of that he literally does the same thing he mocked Rey for in the film earlier (he faces of against Kylo Ren in a fight).

So while I do understand the complaints this film did get because I would in no way say it’s a perfect movie I do prefer it to The Force Awakens. The second movie in a trilogy always need to teach their heroes something so they can overcome that at the time, so when the third movie comes along they will be at their best and have learnt from their past mistakes. In the Rise of Skywalker it looks like Poe is now finally leading the resistance where he will be responsible and want to inspire hope in the galaxy. Finn is now fully part of it and probably the second in command and Luke while dead will hopefully actually try and help Rey in her own quest about defeating the First Order and becoming a full on Jedi. (Also Rose is a commander in this yay).

As a last note, The Last Jedi is also about giving up things, but I might make a separate post about that lol.

#star wars #the force awakens #the last jedi #leia organa #rey #finn #poe dameron #rose tico #luke skywalker #text #my writings #this got really long but it ran away from me and I fully believe this is what the movie tries to do #rants

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Star Wars VIII / IX: The Last Jedi thoughts (on the eve of seeing Rise of Skywalker)

12/25/2019

I find it really interesting how many people still dislike TLJ to this day because of how the story incorporated Luke’s arc in a way that we hadn’t seen the Jedi master before: disillusioned about the Jedi, discouraged/in despair, and in a state of self-inflicted exile.

The Last Jedi is not a flawless film. They’re are elements of it I don’t like either (mostly to do with the transitions around Canto Bite). If you’re a fan, of course you get to dislike a movie for whatever reason (preferably reasons that you can summarize and discuss rationally, thus expanding the depth of the fan community), however I am going to go out on a limb and say that Luke’s sullen transformation and his clawing journey back to the force is my favorite part of the film.

Here’s what I often hear people say with regard to why they disliked Luke’s story:

It’s the first time we’ve seen Luke in years and he’s sullen and in exile! Yes, and it’s glorious for me. I understand that Luke is a larger than life icon of hope and perseverance, so seeing him in a dark emotional place is jarring. I also acknowledge that the last time we saw Luke on screen in Return of the Jedi it was in a place of peace and happiness that felt well deserved, so seeing that stripped from him perhaps it even feels like a betrayal of his character, and you could make a strong case depending on your backup. But think of all that’s happened since, in the words of Mark Hamill: “Luke says, ‘I only know one truth. It’s time for the Jedi to end…’ I mean, that’s a pretty amazing statement for someone who was the symbol of hope and optimism in the original films. When I first read it, my jaw dropped. What would make someone that alienated from his original convictions?" Defeating the Empire, only to see the vaccuum filled, in time and with a slow, corrosive poison of the First Order. Same toxicity, new face. To see the sister he loves and the friend he loves have a Force sensitive child (a nephew, who I imagine he loves and desires to teach and protect), to watch the strain that the resistance puts on Han and Leia’s relationship, then to lose that nephew to the dark side of the force and feel responsible, feel like you’ve betrayed your sister, and then to see the academy you started burn, innocent lives destroyed, because of the deep intrinsic bond you had toward your Ben. Did the familial nepotism cause you to waiver, like your father before you? Worse still, did it blind your senses to the slow degradation of Ben this whole time, when all along you could have done something. I find that psychologically fascinating, and even more inspiring (I really appreciate characters who are imperfect and deal with mental/health obstacles) than the young bright eyed optimist Luke used to be. To go through those trials, renounce the Force, and find your way back to it is far more real, poignant, connecting than never losing your way at all. And lastly, it’s also poetic and just seems somehow right given than Luke’s teacher Yoda has a similar story with his self-exile on Dagobaah.

How could he throw away his lightsaber?! Very easily, and it doesn’t bother me. I don’t see it as a slight to the saga we’ve seen so far because a) It’s something Luke needed to go through in order to make where he landed at the end of the film even more meaningful, when he respects failure as part of the way of a Jedi instead of something separate that means the Jedi ought to end and b) I think it’s an incredibly Yoda thing to do. I’m glad that Luke has grown into someone a bit flippant and irreverant (and if you think Yoda isn’t that way, you and I remember the original trilogy in the same light).

Okay, but a character as central to the saga as Luke Skywalker should not have that amount of character development offscreen. To this I play both sides. a) for my individual fan experience, I don’t need all that character evolution presented on screen. If I can infer and imagine the toll of that downward spiral based off the flashes I am given on screen of losing Ben, a family void, the destruction of the Jedi Academy - and I can - then my suspended disbelief in character motivation remains intact. b) However, certain fans need more than - in which not only do I agree that they could have shown Luke’s descent on screen, but it could have been in the marketing campaign leading up to TLJ. It didn’t need to be a part of main saga film, but perhaps they could have made a trio - or thereabouts - of mini shorts / featurettes / trailers about pivotal moments that lead to Luke’s exile, maybe coupled with voiceover from the film. EX) his first lesson with Ben, or the first time he sensed Ben being drawn to dark, or Luke having to tell Han and Leia that Ben is gone and seeing their reaction, or seeing the moment when Han and Leia (still very much in love) decided to follow different paths and where that left Luke. It would not have deflated the excitement for Luke’s reunion with Rey because we saw him at the end of TFA. It would only give us room to stretch our imagination and ultimately be prepared for the possibility of the Luke from TLJ,

How could Disney sacrifice Luke at the end (aka Luke’s choice to distract Ben/ save the resistance)? It’s unnecessary that this new trilogy seems to be killing off all the old characters when they are supposed to be honored if you are using this as a continuation of the prior six episodes. Death by noble sacrifice isn’t an honor, it’s a cheap way for such a profound character to go out. I’ll say this. I am tired of the noble sacrifice as a trope interchangeable for honor. It can be, but there are other ways to honor a character with a cinematic conclusion, and noble death seems like the easiest go-to that can also conceal a host of other studio pressures and alternate intentions. HOWEVER, Luke Skywalker’s death doesn’t bother me because it doesn’t necessarily mean that’s the end of his character development because in Star Wars theirs lore, Force Ghost, and possibility. Death doesn’t have to be the end of his story, his influence, or even his power in the Force (he’s in it now, that’s incredible access to power), that’s my top priority for him. They could still use him in RoS. And that mass amount of possibility, if utilized, is thrilling.

As you can probably tell, I land on the side of loving The Last Jedi, when I first saw it until now, and it will impact my viewing of Episode 9. What are your thoughts on Episode 8, and if you’ve seen Rise of Skywalker - I am seeing it later today on Christmas Day- how does Episode 9 impact your views on the chapters that came before? More/less favorable, deeper meanings, or about the same?

#star wars #sw: the last jedi #sw: the rise of skywalker #sw: episode viii #sw: episode ix #the last jedi #rise of skywalker #rian johnson #jj abrams

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After the Blazing Fire Dies: the 2019 Reylo Fanfiction Anthology Gift Fic Master Post Part Two

The After the Blazing Fire Dies Collection on AO3 | Gift Fic Masterpost Part One | Treats Masterpost

Home by Anonymous for methusalahoneysuckle

What does it mean to forgive a parent? What does it take to let go of a rage that feels so righteous? Or, How finding love for Ben Solo meant confronting his past, and finally learning to let go.

eight nights into forever by Anonymous for MissCoppelia

Rey has never had a family, has never known what it truly feels like to have a home. Then she meets Ben Solo, ten years her elder and entirely too handsome, he seems to be as taken with her as she is with him. A year into their romance he invites her to spend Hanukkah with his family in the United States and Rey, for the first time in her life, is faced with family... ...and a steamy night spent in Ben's childhood bedroom.

An avalanche of hopes and dreams. by Anonymous for MizuPhoenix

Rey sets off to find an ancient artifact, that might help the Resistance obtain victory and peace. But when Rey gets lost in a blizzard, and finds that Kylo Ren is once again right on her tracks, she rushes off into a cave. They end up caught inside, and need to find a way not to kill each other long enough to survive their current situation. Will they be able to pull it off?

Asleep now, and silent by Anonymous for monsterleadmehome

Rey Nolan takes Intro to Automotive Repair course at Coruscant Community College from Han Solo, intending to learn how to fix cars, and gains a pair of surrogate parents instead. Only trouble is, Han and Leia's son, Ben, is as hot as he is infuriating. And he makes her feel so uncomfortable, makes her want things she cant entirely put into words. But he always seems so cold to her, so rude. It's clear as day what he thinks of her, and it isn't favorable, so her crush simmers in silence. When the Organa-Solos invite Rey up for a winter getaway to their family's cabin, she doesn't realize Ben is coming, too. What's worse than having to spend six hours in a car with your crush, who hates you? Getting snowed in with him, that's what.

Signed, Future Kylo by Anonymous for Nervoustouch

It was just supposed to be some low-key spying, but once Rey realized that she could leave things for Kylo through the Force bond, how could she let the opportunity to let out her inner prankster go? What she didn’t expect, though, was that he would confront her about it.

Smiles and Shoulders by Anonymous for NewerConstellations

"Rey had just turned to head back to her desk, water bottle in hand, when she saw Ben Solo walk in. Just who she wanted to run into after an unpleasant morning of being poked and prodded by her gynecologist. Ben Solo was part of the First Order team that had come along when Resistance Games recently merged with First Order Entertainment. He was made project manager of the combined Quality Assurance team, Rey’s department, which meant he helped document and assign the bugs that made up each QA tester’s workflow. He was grouchy, and he usually sent important bugs last minute or just horribly documented, making everything harder for the team, especially during sprints. Over the three months they’ve been working together, she’d called Ben out on his terrible practices repeatedly, and each time he’d just challenge her to get the work done or steal his job. Which is why it surprised her now when she saw Ben give her a quick once over and his cheeks turned red..."

The Ways We Choose to Survive by Anonymous for Noppoh

"What's happening to me?" Part of his heart sinks. Part of it sparks something closer to alive. "You're a vampire now," he says. "I'm sorry."

Give and Take by Anonymous for OccasionallyCreative

Kylo Ren, Ben-- he knew not what his name ought to be now, at the end of everything safe and known--felt the familiar, tell-tale sting of newly conjured tears as he stared into his dysmorphic reflection shining up at him from a set of golden dice. His father’s dice. He shuddered a gasp, ignoring how his tears now trickled from the corners of his eyes, dripping into the crevasses of his face.

Degrees and Galaxies by Anonymous for okaypianist

Ben could think of numerous other things he would rather be doing than spending an afternoon working on a paper. That all changes when he bumps into Rey. Maybe spending the day at the coffee shop isn't the worst way to spend his time.

we decided not to kill the wolves (we wanted to be wolves) by Anonymous for PalenDrome

A pack of wolves lives in the woods to the north of Raddus and as winter looms, they have their eyes set on Leia Organa’s stronghold. Rey may be new to Raddus, but she’s not about to do nothing while it may be in danger. And besides, Poe must be exaggerating about wolves the size of bears. She’s not afraid of monsters.

Why? by Anonymous for Pawprinter

A glance across a battlefield.

(won't you) whisper soft and slow by Anonymous for perperuna

ben solo (phd) is a physics professor at university of chandrila. rey jakkuson is an archivist specializing in historical documents from the 20th century who works at the university's library. they have no reason to run into each other ever-- except that rey is the head archivist for a project with letters from the vietnam war, including letters between anakin skywalker and padmé amidala.

Wrong by Anonymous for persimonne

Despite negotiating with the Resistance so that he can marry Rey the second she sets foot on-board his ship, Kylo is reluctant to have sex with her. It may have something to do with the writhing protuberance between his legs, but that's just a guess.

you pierce my soul by Anonymous for pillar_of_salt

It was not common knowledge, held only in the closest confidence by his most intimate associates, that Ben Organa-Solo’s heart had been captured by a Royal Navy captain as thoroughly as she captured and conveyed enemy vessels. However, despite his age and desire to be wed, he allowed himself to be persuaded against the match, for his dearly beloved mother was uncertain as to the young lady’s youth and her son’s proclivities for shouting matches and dueling.

Handcuffed in the Honeymoon Suite by Anonymous for platalet

Ben and Rey are caught breaking into the office of a notorious crime boss on Canto Bight. The boss decides to teach them a lesson in an unorthodox way.

A Smuggler and a Jedi by Anonymous for politicalmamaduck

Can you truly run away from destiny? Ben Solo thought he could after quitting the Jedi academy to get into the smuggling business with his father. However, when a lucrative job offer takes them deep into the territory of the Chiss in wild space, Ben must admit that his connection to the Force is not something he can keep running away from. When Ben comes face-to-face with Rey, a mysterious woman who had been appearing in his dreams, he must make a difficult choice.

The Moments that Belong to Us by Anonymous for PoliticalPadmé

the regency fic no one asked for.

Little Things by Anonymous for punkeraa

Ben is a freelance graphic designer who works out of his basement and prefers to not get involved with anyone. Rey is an amateur general contractor helping her friends flip the house across the street. When Rey tries to do something nice for her new neighbour, she's treated to a lecture and then several days of being avoided.

The Dark Earth Spins Beneath Us by Anonymous for radioactivesaltghoul

Ben's defection from the First Order is supposed to make everything different. And it has, for the most part--better. Except Rey can't seem to catch a moment alone with him, and Ben doesn't seem to be making any efforts to be alone with her. The ghost of Crait still hangs over them, but Rey knows this impasse can't last forever.

I Notice You As You're Noticing Me by Anonymous for rakefire

"JOIN YOUR FRIENDS HERE AT ‘ALL THAT JAZZ’ ON FEB 15TH FOR OUR 2ND ANNUAL SINGLES AWARENESS NIGHT Ladies get ½ priced drinks Gents get ½ priced fries JOIN US AND BE ALONE TOGETHER" Rey and Ben feel a bit lonely on singles awareness day. What could go wrong?

caught in a decaying orbit by Anonymous for redbells

Rey was the conquering hero. Kylo Ren was in a cell and the Resistance was victorious, but it left her wanting.

Mission Possible by Anonymous for reinasolo

Ben Solo, CIA Agent and all around "bad ass" gets an assignment that really should have been a breeze, but a scavenger, a general, a commander, and a trooper ensure it will be anything but easy.

Teaching Miss Niima by Anonymous for Reneemm

Kylo Ren was free. He gave his lectures, graded assignments, and generally kept to himself. He wanted peace and quiet. As much peace and quiet teaching could offer him, at least.He got what he wanted.Then she appeared.Rey Niima was everything he ever desired in a woman, all save for one tiny, insignificant detail. He was her Professor. Moral and ethical quandaries aside, he wanted her.

New Year's Eve with a Girl named Rey by Anonymous for reylocalligraphy

It's New Year's Eve in the bustling city of New York and Kyle plans to spend it alone at work. That is, until he meets a girl named Rey.

lashes by Anonymous for ReyloTrashCompactor

He told her that she should leave it, that she didn’t need to come here. Maybe he was right, but it hadn’t seemed so at the time. No. No, at the time, it had been of the most vital importance that she come here. That she see what had happened here, learn the truth of it for herself, shape it with her own mind and hand and actions. “I know what doing penance looks like,” he’d said in the aftermath. “This won’t help.”

Banana Nut Muffins by Anonymous for Rhizaria

Ben's radio show is all over the place and Rey can't help but call in to comment.

Death Becomes Her by Anonymous for Rhonda3Green

He watches the trickling liquid as it slides down the space between her breasts, fast then slow, along the dip of her belly. It hovers above the fullness of her mons, the single drop refracting the light and green of the canopy above, and all he can think about is how much he wants to capture it on his tongue. To lick the hot salt of her skin, and lose himself in that bright, earthy scent as he breathes her in. He is Death. And she is his.

This Dance of Light, This Sacred Blessing by Anonymous for rissanox

Snapshots in a modern AU.

a flicker in the dark by Anonymous for roamingbadger

Their bond was still there. He could feel it like a flicker of flame at the end of flayed string, still trying to hold on. The burn kept his skin warm. He refused to let it die out.

Game On! (aka Deflowering Doctor Jackass) by Anonymous for SaintHeretical

When Rey is stranded at her bookshop in the middle of an upstate NY snowstorm with a local professor she knows only as "Doctor Jackass", she decides the best way to pass the time is to play a game. And that, of course, leads to other activities.

slip, slip, knit by Anonymous for sciosophia

Honestly, this was not one of her greatest ideas but Rey will make it work.

Serendipity by Anonymous for second_chances

When she had decided to start shepherding the Adept, Rey had made a vow to herself to help them all—even those imprisoned by their own internal darkness. Camouflaged with the cuff, Kylo would never know that Hux’s war dog was closing in on him until it was too late. That was one death she didn’t want weighing down on her conscience. She’d had the opportunity twice to kill him, but she was still convinced his life was not hers to take. The Force still had a plan for Ben Solo, that she was certain, and securing his safety was just as important and making sure the little girl she sought made it off world and survived as well.

The Mistake of the Mailman by Anonymous for shewhospeakswiththunder

Rey's on-campus university address is 'Box 324 Mulberry St, The Bryant Center.' Ben Solo's address is '324 Mulberry St.' And she keeps getting this poor guy's mail.

all flowers in time bend towards the sun by Anonymous for SithishJedi

After months without contact, the force bond opens but something is wrong.

your love could be too much by Anonymous for six4au

Rey, the successful host of the award-winning confessional podcast The Best Policy sits down with a new guest, world famous actor Ben Solo. Except these two are already well acquainted. They broke each other's hearts seven years ago.

The Golden Age by Anonymous for sokki09

Hollywood, 1953. After the press catches wind of yet another crashed car and yet another drunken night on the town, actor Ben Solo has to face facts: his bad-boy image is in need of a serious fix. Pairing him off with a wholesome, up-and-coming actress girlfriend seems like it might just do the trick. They can walk red carpets together, sell the whole relationship thing. And he can get his career back on track. Which is what he wants. Isn't it? Rey Jackson is nothing that he expects, and everything he finds himself wanting. But she's on her way up, a star in the making, and he's... self-destructive, on a good day. Weary of the business, and tired of being who he is. What they have is fake; there's no illusions that it's more than what it is. But what else is the magic of cinema for, if not to allow yourself the chance to dream? OR: here, have a a Golden Age of Hollywood Reylo fake dating AU!

and the snow started falling by Anonymous for SpaceAusten

Oh, that secret that you know / that you don't know how to tell... Trapped by shame and snow, Kylo Ren faces his ghosts.

All At Once by Anonymous for SpaceWaffleHouseTM

The First Order has taken over the planet Neftali in the Soccoro system. Every year, the town of Cordel Cove hosts a winter carnival that culminates in a masquerade ball. The presence of one Supreme Leader has been requested.The Resistance has come to Neftali to strike a deal with a shady organization, using the carnival as a distraction. They send Rey to the masquerade to keep an eye on things. After one too many drinks, the masked man all in black catches her eye and asks for a dance. But what will happen when the masks come off?

I Choose You by Anonymous for spookykingdomstarlight

In the throne room, Rey proposes a counter offer.

Heart of Clay by Anonymous for starlightreader

Rey discovers a very interesting recipe in one of the tomes she's stolen from Luke. While she experiments, Kylo Ren disappears mysteriously.

pianissimo by Anonymous for TheStolenQuill

Rey is a wonderful pianist who just was hired as a court musician. She's nervous enough with her new position, but then she gets entangled with the royal family, especially one Prince Ben.

Magic Rises by Anonymous for thewayofthetrashcompactor

Rey finds lost things. It’s what she does, and what she’s always been able to do. Magical artifacts, prized jewellery, a blue ribbon giant pumpkin, you name it, she can find it. When Leia Organa of House Organa-Solo asks her to find Luke Skywalker, Rey’s sure that Kylo Ren moving in next door isn’t a coincidence. She’s going to have to use all the magic in her arsenal to figure out what’s going on.

Plan B by Anonymous for Tiara_of_Sapphires

Tiara_of_Sapphires asked for "Senator!Rey and Jedi!Ben AU where Rey gets kidnapped for ransom," with some banter and awkward, socially stunted Ben Solo, as well as some good hand-holding and/or forehead kissing action. Hopefully this is lighthearted enough to at least give everyone a bit of a smile. That said, it is unbeta'd, so if it doesn't, that's no one's fault but mine.

Blue Moon Lovers by Anonymous for tigbit

Rey lives a simple life, working at her coffee shop--Resistance. Then her life takes a turn when she meets her neighbor, Leia Organa, and she discovers a past life that is connected to her own. Not to mention that the enigmatic Ben Solo twists her mind and emotions in different directions. Rey will come to learn that sometimes the mistakes of the past can affect the present, and that some are destined to be soulmates.

Somewhere in the Dark by Anonymous for tm2taughtmefamlaw

The world is not as it once was, and bands of survivors struggle to live in the aftermath of a zombie apocalypse. Rey has found a life with Leia’s band of scavengers. Despite the gloomy landscape, it’s a far less tragic and far more boring life than The Walking Dead led her to believe. She’d choose a waning stockpile of toilet paper over Ben Solo any day.

hit me with your best shot for tmwillson3

"So Rey decides to torture him in her own, unique way. She won’t let him ignore her." In which Rey and Ben are rival Quidditch players recruited to play for England in the World Cup.

(I close my eyes and fly out of my mind) Into the Fire by Anonymous for TourmalineGreen

“Alright, SHUT IT!” Rey hollered. “This was important to Leia. We will ALL be participating. Trust requires interaction, right? That’s what we tell our clients, and it’s what we believe, so get over yourselves! You can retreat to your echo chambers next weekend. This week, we are working hand-in-hand with First Order. If it kills us.” OR Scenes from the careers of two people who hope to change the world, one neighborhood at a time. What stands between them again? Oh, right - nothing but pride (and possibly prejudice). Thank heavens someone sees what’s going on.

Crisis Girlfriend by Anonymous for walkingsaladshooter

Ben was in love with Rey for over a year when he asked her to go with him to his ex’s wedding as his ‘girlfriend’.

Be careful what you wish for by Anonymous for Zabeta

Rey has spent her life wanting to get off Jakku, and see the universe. She thought she would eventually earn enough to barter or buy her way off-planet. But the universe has other plans.

#reylo #reylo fanfiction anthology #after the blazing fire dies #rffa writers #mod post #moodboard #master post

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The Last Jedi

Here we go. The most controversial Star Wars movie ever (unless Rise of Skywalker has reviews that are just as mixed. I haven’t read any so I don’t know how it’s been received yet.) I actually really really enjoyed the Last Jedi, but I haven’t rewatched it since I saw it in theaters.

Also, unrelated, but literally just a few hours ago I met Oscar Isaac. I was doing a caroling event where I work, and he came by with his son to watch. During one of our breaks, he asked if his son could try the microphone and he held him up so he could whisper and sing stuff into the mic. It was adorable.

I seemed to be the only person who recognized who he was, though one of my co-workers said he had thought so too but he wasn’t sure until I confirmed it. So I went up to Oscar and said hi, asked if he was Oscar Isaac, shook his hand, and thanked him for coming. He says that it was great and that his son loves to sing.

I always joked that I’d bump into Oscar one day since he lives in Brooklyn, but I didn’t think it’d actually happen. And not while I’m wearing a Star Wars shirt and Star Wars socks (which he obviously couldn’t see since I was bundled up in a coat and a scarf and boots but whatever). And definitely not the day before I’m supposed to see the Rise of Skywalker.

I’m still freaking out oh my god. Ok. Time to rewatch the Last Jedi.

A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away... This was the first Star Wars movie I’d seen in theaters in like 12 years at this point. Seeing those words on a giant screen again was amazing. “Certain that Jedi Master Luke Skywalker will return and restore a spark of hope to the fight.” I love that line. I love any and all comparisons of Luke to hope. Yes I am biased. But also, restoring the spark is exactly he does in the end so yes, I love it. It’s just now hitting me that we’re picking up exactly where we left off. Having 1 night between the two movies is every different than having 2 years. ...Was that whatsherface from Game of Thrones, Catelyn’s creepy sister? (IMDB says yes) *BB8 beeps* “Happy beats here buddy, come on.” BB8 sort of said the thing! Also, OH MY GOD I JUST MET OSCAR ISAAC AND NOW HERE HE IS ON MY SCREEN WHAT THE HELL. Was today even real? Oh General Hugs. “Skinny guy. Kinda pasty.” Knowing Oscar and Domnhall are friends makes this better. Oh BB8. Very honorable of Billie Lourd’s Lieutenant Connix to make sure she’s in the last ship leaving the base so everyone else leaves before her. I forgot about the chain reaction of bombs destroying their own Resistance ships... You know, Paige dying while dropping the last of the bombs was already emotional. Rewatching it after you know she’s Rose’s sister makes it worse. First Binary Sunset of the movie. General Hugs has a very good upset face that makes me not feel bad for him at all. More like I want to punch him. Snoke can use the Force across the galaxy... forgot about that. I realized I didn’t mention this in the last one, but I remember the crew complaining that when they filmed the end of Force Awakens it was a cloudy day, but then when they went back to the island for TLJ it was super sunny. And now that it’s been pointed out, I noticed it immediately. Luke throwing the lightsaber. I can’t remember if I was spoiled for this but I feel like when I watched it, I wasn’t that thrown off by it. Something else I didn’t mention at the end of Force Awakens is that I LOVE this set. The stone houses are amazing. Oh porgs. Also, that porg looking into the lightsaber always gives me anxiety. The first words we hear Luke say in 40 years are an annoyed “Go away.” which at least is less whiney than the Tosche Station. Oh Chewie’s like “DUDE. WE NEED YOU.” “Wait... where’s Han?” Awww. Throwing in a little Vader’s theme in there. More temper tantrums. People getting mad at Luke calling a lightsaber a laser sword (in a purposefully mocking way) even though George Lucas himself called them that in some interviews. Yes, it’s not a laser sword, but Luke is trying to show how ridiculous he thinks the idea of him taking down everything is by calling a lightsaber that. I remember being like “Luke... no let’s not just milk that thing... oh ew” I do love the shot of Luke using the giant stick to cross to the other cliff and kill the fish. God that’s a steep hill. “No one’s from nowhere.” “Jakku.” “Alright that is pretty much nowhere.” That’s funny. “It’s time for the Jedi to end.” Remember when that line in the trailer made the fandom literally break down? I love knowing that behind the scenes, Carrie had to slap Oscar a billion times. Also, I do not blame Leia at all. So many people were mad about Leia and Holdo demoting Poe, but Poe was too fearless in that moment. Yes, he destroyed the ship and it worked out, but they lost so many people and they already didn’t have many to begin with. It was worth it, but at a very high cost. So I don’t blame her. Heyyyyyy it’s that girl from that Black Mirror episode and what was that other show? Chewing Gum or something? (IMDB says yes it’s Michaela Coel) See and Poe’s already learning a little by asking permission. Of course... later on he doesn’t ask permission... but whatever. Leia’s Theme... causing me pain. Oh, Kylo didn’t kill his mom. We’re supposed to be happy about that? The bar is on the ground. The utter horror I felt the first time the control room was destroyed and Leia was pulled into space. Oh I love the moment when Leia flies in. Because I’d heard that in the books and comics, we get to explore Leia’s Force abilities and stuff but we don’t get it in the movies besides “I feel that Luke’s in trouble.” Which sucks, because she is the “other” if Luke didn’t work out, so she’s just as strong as Luke if she got trained. They should have just trained both kids honestly, why did they pick the boy? Not saying Obi-Wan and Yoda are sexist... but they’re probably sexist. Also, foreshadowing. I actually noticed the hologram of the ship and Leia flying through this time. Oh Chewie. I like the porg that literally has his jaw dropped in horror. Knowing now that the dice were kind of a symbol of Kira (was that Emilia Clarke’s character?) and Han’s relationship makes me not like them as much. Still, cute throwback that they’re still on the Falcon. We can just ignore they weren’t there in Force Awakens (I kept an eye out and didn’t see them) The way Luke laughed when he said “R2!” I just... my heart. “Nothing can make me change my mind” *R2 plays the Leia hologram* I literally just went “AWWWW” out loud because I forgot that that’s why R2 started playing it. Oh my heart. That hurt the first time. Luke standing over Rey, but offering to help her. Parallels. Oh Admiral Ackbar. I love Holdo’s dress. I love the draping. Someone teach me how to make it. “Thank you for making me aware.” Yeah Poe, she already knows. Stop mansplaining. This is literally a case of mansplaining, why would Poe think he’d have to explain to a commander that there’s no fuel? Yeah it’s a little harsh, but is Holdo wrong? All of these fanboys complain about Canto Bight, but forget that it was Poe’s idea. Then they go and say Holdo was too mean should have put Poe in charge. Guys. Poe’s impulsive. We love him, but he’s the ultimate Gryffindor with no fear and will just do anything without considering consequences. I do wish Holdo had been more open like “I have a plan. You don’t need to know all the parts of it. Just let me do what I need to, ok?” instead of “Just follow my orders.” but still. Oh poor Rose. “Doing talking....” Oh she’s so cute. “I’ve had to stun 3 people trying to use this escape pod.” We love a girl who can fight. Yeah. Once again. Not mad at Rose. Finn does have some selfish tendencies, he’s well meaning but ultimately selfish (or at least, only thinking of Rey). So I do not blame Rose for stunning him.

And now I will take a nap since I have to go to a show tonight. And then I will finish the last 3/4-ish of the movie when I get home later.

Annnnd I’m back!

See. Rose has good reason to be mad at deserters. Ok so it wasn’t Poe’s idea to go to the Star Destroyer it was Finn’s. I will give him that. But still Poe went along with it. “That... wasn’t exactly my...” Oh 3PO. I wish Maz had had a bigger scene. More Lupita please. I have one question: from what angle is this hologram filmed? And how does the camera follow her? I guess it’s multiple hologram cameras, but still, it followed her as she rolled and ran around. Also, did Finn call Maz or did Poe call her? Because as far as we know, only Finn knows her. It seemed like they both had the idea to call her, but that Poe had it first. Did Finn tell Poe about Maz? I’m glad they showed Finn handing Poe the binary tracker thing, since for a second I was like “What if Rey had popped up next to Finn on the Star Destroyer?” I’m glad Rey’s first instinct is to shoot Kylo. “Can you see my surroundings?” “You’re gonna pay for what you did.” “I can’t see yours.” Why do I remember that line so vividly? Why does it make me feel so unsettled? Rey, my sweet Rey, I wish you had just told Luke that you saw Kylo. I love Luke’s explanation of the Force. And him messing with Rey was funny. I love when Rey’s reaching out and feeling life, death, peace, violence, etc. And I love Luke saying the Force doesn’t belong to the Jedi, because it doesn’t. The Jedi failed years ago. “You didn’t even try to stop yourself.” Luke’s horrified. But also, Rey’s just like an extreme version of Luke. Yoda knew that Luke’s emotions could make him vulnerable to the dark side, Rey’s already vulnerable. Yeah, I don’t blame Luke for being scared of Rey after he feels like this is Ben all over again. Oh my god. I love the porg that has a metal piece over its head. That actually made me laugh out loud. Poor Chewie.

I just had to refresh tumblr because my draft wasn’t saving. It brought me back to my dashboard. Where there was a spoiler for the new movie and it wasn’t tagged. PLEASE tag your spoilers people.

The water hitting Kylo still confuses me. Say what you will about the Canto Bight plot... the costumes are AMAZING. The costumes literally make the whole side plot worth it to me. Literally I was just in awe by all the costumes during every single scene. And the set! The set’s fantastic too! I literally just paused every single second to take in all of the costumes. Do I care if the Canto Bight trip ended up pointless? Nope! Because it gave me some of Star Wars’ best costumes. Oh... to be an extra in the Canto Bight scene... Just show up... And put on a beautiful outfit... And do nothing else but pretend to drink, talk, and gamble... That’s the dream. Oh hi Mark Hamill! That was cute that they let him voice that little thing. I remember noticing the thing and being like “...is he important?” and nope, it’s just Mark doing an extra voice. Oh I love the Fathiers. Aww and it’s the little Force sensitive boy. I have thoughts about that kid that I can get into later. The way BB8 jingles with the coins. I love it.

Rey: *Does a move with her stick* Rey: *Does the same exact move with the lightsaber* Fanboys: She’s too good too fast! Mary Sue!

As I said throughout all of the Force Awakens, she’s just applying the skills she already had. If anything, a lightsaber’s easier since it’s half the length and she doesn’t have to worry about the back of it hitting her. LOL, remember when we thought this shot was an epic shot of Luke training her? Good times. Oh that poor fish nun. Everything Luke says about the Jedi is true (also did I not say they failed earlier in the post? Luke agrees with me). Rey’s right that a Jedi got Ani to come back from the dark side, but the Jedi’s system enabled him to turn in the first place. Soooooo yeah. Oh Luke. Don’t blame yourself. Kylo was already basically gone. Sure, seeing his uncle standing over him with a lightsaber definitely didn’t help... but it’s not the only thing that made him turn. Who is this captain of the medical ship? He looks familiar. (IMDB says he’s Danny Sapani. I probably recognized him from the Crown) Oh BB8. Finn, did you learn nothing from Rey? Put the cover back on the vent! Awww the Fathiers have such sad eyes... I love the Resistance ring. Can I buy one? Ok. The shot of the bubble egg lady singing felt like it was much longer the first time, but it’s really only a split second. I. LOVE. THE. CANTO. BIGHT. SET. I know it’s a real town in like Italy or somewhere near the Mediterranean. I want to go. I love it. I love that the first thing Luke does when he decides to use the Force again is to seek out Leia. Oh poor Adam became a meme after this. He just has a very wide and bulky body, ok? God Luke looks so scary in Kylo’s flashback. “Let the past die. Kill it if you have to.” That reflection scene is so visually stunning. So in a way, it’s like Luke is failing Rey like he failed Ben. He’s not helping her in the way she needs, so she’s being lured by the dark side instead. I love the walls falling around Luke. “Did you do it? Did you create Kylo Ren?” Rey, he already told you earlier that he believes it’s his fault, so the answer from him is yes. I can’t remember if we hear this story of Luke and Kylo one more time after this or not. “Then he’s our last hope.” Ok ew. No. Kylo is not allowed to be compared to hope. Only Luke, Leia, or Obi-Wan can be. Oh for a second I thought that torch was a lightsaber. YODA!!!!! I think I had been spoiled for Yoda showing up. It was definitely still exciting though. “The sacred Jedi texts!” Oh Luke. Oh memes. Not as whiney as I remembered. “But that library contained nothing that the girl Rey does not already possess.” Because Yoda knows she stole the books. Oh Yoda. I love Yoda. Oh Rose. Ok, so I will give it to Poe that at this moment it doesn’t seem like Holdo has a good plan. Abandoning ship isn’t necessarily cowardly, but on the surface it does seem like it puts them in more danger. Literally earlier today I watched a video about the layout of the Millennium Falcon, and the escape pods were mentioned. And I thought to myself, wow that must be something from the novels since we’ve definitely never seen that in the movies. Welp... I was wrong... Rey’s in one now. I was about to be like “Do they not care that an escape pod just docked?” before I saw Kylo. LOL the iron coming down like a ship. I feel like I remember being completely terrified when Rey stepped in front of Snoke. Oh BB8. Bumping into stuff. I remember being super relieved that DJ (has he told us this is his name yet? I can’t remember) gave back the medallion. Captain Phasma! Hey girl hey! Leia shooting Poe is still funny to me. Also Lieutenant Billie Connix is smart. I love the scene of Holdo and Leia saying goodbye. Also, Holdo’s purple hair with her bright blue eyes is super striking. Good choice. Snoke puts down the lightsaber. Unknowingly sealing his fate. Literally when Snoke reveals he connected their minds, I was like OF COURSE. Because the whole time I’m like neither of them are strong enough to do this. “She was more interested in protecting the light than she was seeming like a hero.” See. And that’s the flaw in both Poe and Finn. And Rey to an extent. They’re thinking about the big picture, but in context of smaller things like seeming like a hero, saving Rey, saving Kylo, etc. But Holdo’s thinking of only the big picture. I knew DJ betrayed them, I just forgot how badly.

And here’s another annoyance (which I was sorta trying to touch on earlier). Everyone hates the Canto Bight plot, yet they complain about Holdo trying to take charge. If Poe just let Holdo take charge and ignored Finn and Rose’s idea, then her plan would have been a complete success. No Canto Bight, no DJ to betray them, all the transports make it to Crait unnoticed, and the First Order eventually destroys a ship that’s empty except for Holdo. They complain about Holdo, but don’t think about the fact that Holdo could have prevented another plot they hated if the main characters had just listened to her.

And then Snoke hits Rey and literally puts the lightsaber back to where it will kill him. Ok literally I just misread a caption that said “Lord Vader” as “Lord Voldemort” and I was very confused. Taking a second to say that I love this set of Snoke’s throne room. Been thinking it forever, but Kylo picking up the lightsaber off the ground and seeing the reflection in the smooth red floor is amazing. Kylo igniting the lightsaber through Snoke is amazing. Also, I typed “Ben igniting” before literally freezing for a second and being like “...ok that’s a lot to unpack” I guess when he does something good my brain thinks of him as Ben instead of Kylo. ALSO, arm #16 and #17, I love that Snoke’s arms were cut off too in true Star Wars fashion. And I am VERY excited to see this fight scene again. I told myself not to pause at all during the Kylo and Rey team up fight, but I paused literally a second into it because Binary Sunset yes.

And my idiot brother and my mom are texting in the family group chat so it’s popping up on my screen throughout this scene. Ugh.

All of these red knight weapons are so cool. And I forgot about the one that gets chopped up... Oh my god one is a sword that transforms into a whip. LOVE. IT. And I love the quick lightsaber ignite through the head. Love it. Woah how is there still 44 minutes? I remember this battle being much closer to the end. I was wondering when the red walls went away, but I rewinded and saw that they had been slowly burning away after Rey made something hit them. Nice touch.

Ugh my brother and mom will not stop texting.

“You have no place in this story.” Wow Kylo, harsh. Oh shoot I forgot about the lightsaber breaking until they started their Force tug of war with it. I’d always wondered what would happen if someone lightsped through something... I want to say that I realized what she was doing before they told us, but now I realize that they basically told us what she would do when the First Order guy said “they’re preparing to hyperspeed.” so I guess I just caught on to the obvious hints.

God that moment still gives me chills. The silence. The way it sort of goes black and white. The multiple angles. So good.

I know for a fact that I spent the rest of the movie from this point on with my hands over my mouth in a constant stake of shock/fear/anxiety. Oh BB8. Some people thought this was ridiculous. But I had just spent the last few months rewatching the prequels before seeing this, and compared to the stuff R2 does, BB8 clumsily controlling a walker is nothing. Oh how I love Gwendoline Christie. I FORGOT THAT WE SAW HER EYE IN THE MASK. I hope Phasma survived. She’s so awesome. Ok my quality is like horrendous right now so I’m gonna refresh. LOL I FORGOT ABOUT GENERAL HUGS NEARLY ATTEMPTING TO KILL KYLO. Oh I forgot how much I love Crait as a set location. OH AND THE ICE DOG THINGS! LOVE THEM! Poe petting BB8 when he comes back kills me. I like those space age two person laptops. “People believe in Leia.” *Binary Sunset plays* My heart. Ok for a second I was like “This first person camera is like a war movie” and then it turns and we see the trench and I’m like “...ok... ok fine but that was very literal.” The red footsteps. Just... guys this set is so AMAZING. Ugh, these red streaks of dust behind them are so amazing. And when Finn passes in front of the camera, it gets covered in the dust and blurs part of the lens. Just like the Rathtar goo in the Force Awakens. I wonder if that’s going to be like... the thing of the sequels. One shot that has the camera lens partially covered by something. Also, I just wasted time trying to figure out if there’s an official name for that or not... oh well. The winding stripes left behind as they weave around... just... amazing. YEAH! GO CHEWIE! GO REY! Oh my god I forgot about the porg roaring. “Oh, they HATE that ship!” I’M DEAD. Look at the salt and how it forms the crystals in the trench. I love it. I FORGOT ABOUT THIS SHOT OF THE CAVE FULL OF THE RED SALT. I LOVE THIS SO MUCH. I remember when the trailer had the first shot of the gorilla walkers, and I didn’t notice at first that there were normal AT-ATs next to them, and then I realized these things were twice as big as AT-ATs and I was horrified. See, and now Poe has learned that you can’t always be a hero and is making a good decision. I forgot about Finn’s speeder literally melting as he gets closer. I don’t understand the people who were mad that Rose stopped Finn. I for one was HORRIFIED at just the thought of Finn dying this way and thankful she stopped him. “That’s how we’re gonna win. Not fighting what we hate, saving what we love.” The kiss is pointless but I love the line and sentiment behind it. Oh god. Ok. Here come the emotions. Binary Sunset is playing. I was a wreck. And a little of Han and Leia’s Love Theme as she sees the dice. I remember actually noticing that in the theaters and half-sobbing. Oh god the forehead kiss. Oh and he winks at 3PO as he walks by. My heart. This is the specific shot of the gorilla walkers and the AT-ATs in a line that freaked me out. That shot of Luke standing up against all the First Order walkers and ships. Amazing. That shoulder brush though. Kylo’s so dumb, he literally just watched that lightsaber get destroyed, he HELPED destroy it. He should have known something was up, it couldn’t have been repaired that quickly. Purposeful shot of Luke’s feet not moving the salt. That Matrix back bend though. “I will have killed the last Jedi.” He said the title. Also, is that the only time it’s said? Because they say it a lot in Force Awakens but I don’t think so yet in this movie.. “And I will not be the last Jedi.” Ok so now it’s said again by Luke. Purposeful shot of Kylo’s shoe leaving a footprint as he runs to Luke. I’m pretty sure I probably shrieked when he tried to slice Luke in half.

I just now remembered that I’d actually kind of wondered if he’d be a Force projection or something when he first showed up. Because I’d just watched Return of the Jedi like a week earlier and saw Obi-Wan do it, so I wondered if Luke was doing it too. Especially when Poe said Luke was distracting the First Order. It passed my mind and was confirmed when Kylo couldn’t hit him. And here’s where I started to feel like my world was crumbling...

Oh god. My eyes are wet. It hurts. But when I watched it the first time, I really felt like my world was absolutely falling a part and ending forever while I watched Luke die. With the stupid binary sunset in front of him just like when he was a teenager and when he was a baby. One of the first things he ever saw was the binary sunset. I was like “This is beautiful, but that doesn’t mean I’m not completely in pain and dying.” That shot from above of Kylo with the stormtroopers, mirroring a shot from the prequels of Ani. Nice. So do they still have that connection even if Snoke’s dead?

HEY! Hey. Those dice were still visible to Kylo even after Luke was dead... was Leia Force projecting them to Kylo? It wouldn’t take as much work as doing it to everyone else at once from lightyears away. One person, your son, would be easier. So maybe... maybe Leia’s the one continuing the projection of the dice. I’m gonna stick with that theory thanks.

Awww BB8 asked Rey about his antenna, just like when they first met. Remember when people were like “Are Poe and Rey gonna be a thing?!?!?” and of course I’d much prefer that over Reylo thanks. The books! Somehow, that obvious shot of the books goes over so many people’s heads. So many complaints about the books getting burned, when they literally show us that Rey saved them. I had never noticed the bunks in the Millennium Falcon either until I saw that video earlier, and I’m glad I got to actually see one in use since Rose is sleeping in one.

Oh GOD the entirety of the Resistance can fit on the Millennium Falcon... that is NOT good.

I LOVE the scene of the kids retelling the story of Luke. I must have already gone in depth about this 2 years ago, but I love it. Luke became a legend in the end. He didn’t necessarily want to be one, but he’s become one. It was exactly what was in the opening scroll, he restored the spark of hope. That subtle use of the Force by that little boy. With Binary Sunset playing. And I love that last shot of him holding the broom up like a lightsaber.

I nearly forgot that they put in “In loving memory of our princess, Carrie Fisher” at the end. That’s what got me to finally cry. 40 straight minutes of covering my mouth in anxiety, then feeling like my world was crashing down around me as Luke died. Having it dedicated to Carrie made me just start sobbing so hard. Watch that happen again tomorrow.

I remember when I left the theater, at first I was like “What if the boys is Rey’s brother?!” but then... I realized that a huge point of the movie went over my head for a second there.

The fandom got so caught up in figuring out who Rey’s parents are, whether it’s Obi-Wan or Luke or Leia or even Palpatine, that they were mad when Kylo said they were no one. But like... guys... not every single Force user is related to the Skywalkers or anyone else we already know. There were hundreds of Jedi in the prequels, because anyone can be Force sensitive. Obi-Wan’s parents were nobody, Qui-Gon’s parents were nobody, Mace’s parents were nobody. They didn’t come from long lines of Force users (at least in movie lore), BECAUSE THE JEDI WEREN’T SUPPOSED TO HAVE KIDS. The Skywalkers aren’t even a long line, it’s just 3 generations at this point. So literally none of the Jedi of the past came from powerful Force users (or at least from ones who got the chance to become Jedi) since that literally goes against the code.

Luke found at least 11 other Force sensitive kids to train alongside Ben, their parents were all definitely nobodies since he’s the last Jedi. Ben is an anomaly, Luke and Leia are anomalies, the Jedi don’t have kids! The fandom got so caught up in figuring out who Rey could be related to, that they forgot that for millennia the individual Jedi were not related to anyone.

Anyone can be Force sensitive. Anyone can be a Jedi. Rey is an example of that. That little boy is an example of that. That’s why I love that the little Force sensitive boy was the final shot of the movie. He was meant to reassure and remind us after the Rey parentage reveal that anyone can end up Force sensitive. They don’t need a famous/powerful parent. They can come from anywhere and be anyone. And I love that that’s the final note of this movie.

Some people were not reassured. Some people couldn’t handle the idea that Rey’s powerful just because she’s Rey, not because she’s someone’s daughter. She HAS to be related to someone to be that powerful, right? But every Jedi before her who was just as powerful wasn’t related to anyone, so why does she have to be?

ANYWAY! I was actually worried over the last 2 years that I’d rewatch The Last Jedi and not like it as much as I did in theaters. I still like it a lot. Even the Canto Bight scenes get redeemed by the costumes and the set being so amazing. But I love the message of don’t be a hero, this is bigger than just you. And I love the message that even if you’re “nobody” from “nowhere” you could still be Force Sensitive and you could still be a Jedi. I love Luke’s send off, I love that he does end up reigniting the spark and being a beam of hope again. I love it.

And I’m excited to see the Rise of Skywalker tomorrow.

#hope rewatches star wars #ignore me if you want

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