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finns-poe · 5 months
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Happy four year anniversary to the finnpoe bible also known as Resistance Reborn (yes it’s a canon Star Wars novel)
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finnpo3try · 1 year
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friendly reminder that poe canonically helps finn tie his tie
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barissoffee · 5 months
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Happy four years to those who celebrate
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dumbbitchenergy17 · 5 months
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Teaser!
There was a story…if told could be thought of as myth or fantasy, adventures of far-off galaxies, a vast variety of creatures of different races and spoke many languages, good versus evil. Old warriors lost their planet but reclaimed their home reuniting their people a saying passed through every one of them. A creed to honor those that fought before them, beside them, and will fight for them in the coming of time.
“This is the Way.”
With armor that could handle the strongest of weapons and spirit that could never be weakened by their enemies. Formidable on the battlefield with one able to take down 20 men on their own. From foundling to apprentice to warrior trained and prepared to fight alongside their brothers and sisters in battle. To fight for their clan, their homeworld, their creed…
For Mandalore.
It’s said that the first Mand’alor harnessed a power that no other Mandalorian had, the essence of life that was in every living and non-living thing. The energy that binds and holds the universe and life itself together. The light with dark…the good with evil. Balance. It goes by many names of what this gift is but to many, it is known as the Force. While it resides in everyone some contain a significant amount that they could tap into.
Those who could wield it were known as Jedi, protectors of the peace and guardians of justice. But with good comes evil. Light and Dark. Jedi and Sith.
But the Jedi are gone, massacre many years ago the shift of Light and Dark to great for the few who survived to try to stop it. So those that did live stayed hidden, in desolate planets, or populated areas, and restrained their abilities, hiding the true nature of their being.
But with a rise in the Dark comes strength in Light, a savior, the chosen one…a hero.
Some may say they’ve witnessed this hero, standing tall while the others cowered a weapon of great power in them but also one they wield. Of hot plasma that could cut through any object, and deflect any bolt of blaster, the weapon of both the Jedi and the Sith.
In the past, they remember them, the brilliant blues, verdant greens, and royal purples, of their heroes.
When their heroes had fallen it was a farm boy from a desert planet wielding a blue saber brighter than the sky above and a green saber as rich as the grass on the most lush planets.
But that hero’s journey was over his duty complete, and soon a new hero would step up to take his place and start their journey.
Some say she was a farm girl as well…on the same desert planet as the past hero. A very strange almost enchanting girl with the courage of such a young child. With the blood of warriors and protectors in her. She had the same weapon but not a familiar hue. It shined like the dual suns that set on her home planet. A radiant orange that color rivals the richest of dyed skills and wools, and its hilt holds the powerful blade was the strongest of metals. The same metal that was from the warriors. It was said she traveled far with a warrior in silver armor that gleamed in the light and also a protector, though many assumed the small babe could be no threat its physical appearance deceiving to the years of training and power within its small body.
They say they wandered very far…over land and sea. Planets and its people remembered them how could they not. The three were noticeable and wherever they went trouble or danger followed. And those that got too close were involved and many didn’t survive this hero’s journey. A little shy and sad of eye…but very wise was she.
And then one day…it was a magic day she passed my way and while we spoke of many things. Of fools and kings. Fools that wished to learn more of this ever-growing galaxy naive to its dangers and kings that believed wealth and power let them truly be safe and content.
With weariness in her bones, a face haunted by grief and sorrow, and her companions were now gone. The man who trained her cared for her, protected her and the child that comforted her, and brought light and peace to the darkest of times. This is what she said to me,
“The greatest thing you'll ever learn…is just to love and be loved in return.”
But it was just a tale…a story to tell your children as they drifted to sleep, of warriors in shining armor and heroes with magic powers and laser swords.
To them, it was a tale. To that hero it was truth.
The story of a girl now a woman with no home..no love…no family...no clan of three.
There was no one else.
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OBVIOUSLY, OUR STORY WITH THE CLAN OF THREE IS FAR FROM OVER!
Struggling with the trauma of their hardened youth and the threat of a new evil in the galaxy. A woman with powerful abilities and a unique bloodline joins in the fight once again.
IN THE WORKS: NO ONE ELSE SERIES
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sinisterexaggerator · 10 months
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Small Victories
Pairing: Shriv Suurgav x Fem! Reader
Summary: Shriv catches you masturbating.
Warning: NSFW / 18+ for oral sex and fingering.
Word count: 2.3k
Notes: Whipped this out last night. Just so sick of not posting anything! Screw you, responsibilities! Maybe I will write this same scenario for Hondo Ohnaka and Cad Bane, too.
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It was rare that Shriv left his post any earlier than two hours after his scheduled shift was over, and even rarer still that he left prior to its end. It seemed that all the stars of the galaxy had aligned, the weary pilot set to jet the minute permission was granted.
He had spent too many rotations away from you, enough that his gripes and complaints had finally been taken seriously – he had asked for time off – time to take his gal out for a much deserved dinner date in one of the finer establishments of Coruscant. Though the New Republic was far from perfect, at least now he could afford to eat more than rations and drink something besides stale caf.
In his book, that was a win. Small victories: they were just as needed as bigger ones, sometimes more so as they boosted morale and kept one’s spirits up. But this - this was wholly different. This was important. This was a chance to do something nice for you when you least expected it – he only hoped he didn’t kark it up.
He supposed it might be hard to. As of late, the only thing you seemed to want more of was his presence. Truth be told, he was having feelings about you – feelings that hadn’t always been there, but that had shown up out of nowhere – ones that made his heart go thump thump in his chest if he dwelled too long, or ones that made him bite his lip when he caught himself daydreaming in places he definitely shouldn’t be.
“Don’t look now, Suurgav, but the General seems miiiighty pissed.”
So, he did what any nice guy would do – or so he thought. He wasn’t entirely sure, but he had heard a thing or two hanging around the other pilots who had managed to keep their partners considering their hectic schedules – patrols weren’t always easy – he could be gone for days, weeks, and no personal comms were allowed when on active duty. Honestly, he was surprised you didn’t get bored waiting around. It was a blessing, was what it was.
Shriv counted them every day he managed to stay alive.
Flowers. And chocolate. It was imported, as most everything was on this entirely too big ecumenopolis. He had a time finding any, or at least the kind that was in his price range, but he would be damned if he returned empty-handed. It was said chicks dug it; he had never tried the strange smelling stuff. He had heard stories about candy rotting your teeth – Shriv had enough to worry about already.
Approaching your modest apartment on one of the many lower levels of this busy planet, the Duros could at least still see the sky, or what there was of it, airspeeders and luxury hovercars dotting nearly every speck of open space.
He knew the keycode. You had long ago given it to him. Normally, he would never abuse his privileges, but he wanted this to be a surprise.
Upon entry, your domicile was quiet except for the viewscreen in your living room playing back some old holoromance type-thing, Shriv gazing at the moving pictures for a moment as he took in the scene.
“Huh,” he enunciated dryly, tilting his head to the side. It looked like the two humans were attacking each other, but both of them were as bare-assed as the day they were born. By the way the woman was yelling out, he was for sure the guy was hurting her. He blocked it out though he could have easily tried to analyze your choice of programming, moving onward toward the only other room in the house – the one you slept in.
The door was open, so he crept up toward its righthand side, Shriv peeking around the corner slowly, precious chocolates and a bouquet of Ithorian roses that were near to the color of his scales being clutched behind him in one hand.
What he saw was not what he expected, but it was also not unwelcomed – you looked freshly showered as your hair was still damp, and you weren’t wearing any clothes.
He had assumed you might be napping, but he found himself to be utterly fascinated in that instance by the expression across your face, two of your own fingers fondling the special nub that lay between your legs - it was snuggly sequestered between lush folds of downy flesh.
You were making delicious little sounds as you pleasured yourself - sounds he had only heard when he was embedded deep inside you - the somewhat skittish Duros feeling just a tiny bit brave as he stepped fully into view.
You did not notice right away; he had been as quiet as a mouse, the pilot gingerly placing his gifts down on the table that resided near to the entrance of your boudoir.
“Am I … interrupting something?”
You screamed outright, jumping back across the pillows to the head of your bed as you threw the covers over yourself, Suurgav’s face falling as he took on an apologetic appearance for having frightened you.
“Fullua, I-”
“Shriiiiiv,” you cried out in your most nasal, over-the-top voice, “you scared the banthashit out of me!”
“Wait, don’t stop. I was enjoying that,”  Suurgav quipped smugly, having somewhat recovered. “Looked like you were, too.”
A blush colored your cheeks. “How long have you been here?!” you asked anxiously.
“Long enough,” he cockily replied, pushing off the frame of the door with one elbow – he had temporarily taken to nonchalantly leaning against it, though inside his excitement was building upon itself.
You studied his movements, having forgotten just how good he looked in person, so short was your time together. And God, those arms – his biceps alone – they were incredible.
“I wasn’t expecting you-” you began, watching as your lover approached with a glint of something mischievous in his gorgeous ruby eyes.
“-Should’ve told me that’s how you like it,” he whispered sternly, placing one knee onto your mattress as it sank beneath his weight. Soon after the other joined, Suurgav crawling forward as he lifted the edge of the blanket guarding your nakedness, the cool sensation of his flesh pressing against you as deft fingertips began to massage and grope your thighs.
“Mn, I was just … “ Horny is what you wanted to say, though you thought that might be obvious. “Lonely without you,” you confessed, not desiring to so readily admit he had been the very thing on your mind as you sat there touching yourself.
“That why those other two naked humans are in the living room? They here to keep you company?” he asked casually.
You shivered when his fangs grazed against you, yet the thing you were most worried about was what had come out of his mouth.
“What?! Who!” you blurted out, meaning to rise. The Duros kept you in place, wide palms splayed over the bulk of your legs as he tacked you to the bed.
“The holo,” he whispered along your silky skin, your anticipation increasing as you could not see what the man was up to; his bulbous head was hidden beneath your linen sheets as he sporadically kissed different parts of your sumptuous form.
“Oh, that…” you trailed off, embarrased. You had forgotten you had left it running, having become aroused halfway through the film - it was a somewhat tasteful porno with minimal plot – something about a bounty hunter coming to collect.
“Mhm, that-” he filled in the silence, quick to add, “-hey, so, it was like this, right?”
Your limbs involuntarily shuddered as the pad of a cold thumb brushed against your clit, though it did not stop there. The Duros trailed the moist slit of your sex, gathering your slick to lubricate himself before gliding back upward, then settling across your already throbbing bud.
“Or a little more like-” He applied a scant amount of pressure, massaging the sensitive protrusion of glands that had already been given a head start; you moaned softly as your hips rolled beneath the sheets, pinned succinctly by his bodyweight.
“Just like that,” you breathed, your voice an airy whisper as your eyes began to close.
“Mn, yeah? You like that?” The grin he wore was evident by his tone alone, his deep baritone sounding as flat as it was salacious. Shriv indulged himself by aligning the tip of his index finger with your already aching cunt.
It broached the entrance, the Duros carefully inserting its full length inch by inch - his fingers were one of your favorite attributes.
“How about now, sweetheart,” he asked offhand, knowing more or less the answer to his question as you writhed in rhythm with the thumb unhurriedly circling your clit.
You could only moan again in return, Shriv curling that adroit digit inside you, pressing up against the seat of your pleasure as he gently coaxed you to cum. You held off, shaking your head even as your breathing quickened. You refused to let it end so quickly though you could hardly last when Suurgav put his mind to it.
“Playing hard to get, are you?” the Duros questioned snidely. His attitude was partly a charade; this was only meant to rile you. He knew you loved it when he talked you through it - you had admitted long ago his voice was a turn on for you - something he had been confused by, but ultimately accepted.
“Mmhm,” you hummed through compressed lips, your arms rising so that your fingers could claw into the pillows that rested just beside and below your head.
“Time to bring in the heavy artillery, I think,” he mused out loud, Shriv retracting the finger massaging your innards to leave you empty and whimpering.
“You don’t stand a chance,” he teased, Durosian digits grasping your thighs once more to spread your legs apart, stretching you taut. You pretended to struggle, though more than enjoying the sensation of being bound by the force of pure muscle, Shriv burying his rostrum directly in your pubic mound.
Your breath hitched in your throat, and he had not even touched you yet; Shriv laughed wryly, that cool, wet, artful tongue finally taking its first lap at your pulsating clit.
“Fuck,” you muttered, the Duros administering another long, drawn out lick from the base of your cunt to the top of your slit, concentrating at its apex on the little button that gave him access to all your secrets, or so he thought. He flicked at it repeatedly with a dexterous tip, the warmth in your belly surging toward the cusp of your sex.
“Maybe,” he shot back before plunging the entirety of that thick muscle inside you, it churning and roiling at a slow but steady pace. Shriv was in no rush, the Duros eating you to his heart’s content in the most deliberate and thoughtful way; he slipped back out of you, once more focusing on your thrumming bud.
His forefinger returned, languidly pumping into your pussy as he cooed into your cunt, Shriv’s cock hard as ducracrete as he was content to hump the bed in time with the undulation of your hips.
Your hands searched him out, running the course of his shapely head. They smoothed over its surface, featherlight, the Duros appreciating your affections as he enticed your body to the verge of an orgasm.
“Mn, Shriiiv,” you crooned, guiding him closer by the back of his large cranium. With that he quickened his speed, shifting his grip  to spread your lower lips apart with two elongated thumbs, homing in more precisely on that part of you that made you squirm and gasp when he hit it just right.
It's what finally made you come undone.
Your chest rose and fell rapidly as you tried to control your breath as Shriv continued unabated, chuckling all the while at your little twists and wriggles until he himself was satisfied - that was not until your fingernails were nearly shredding the sheets into ribbons, and your thighs were clenching the sides of his head so tightly he was afraid you might crack his skull. He did the smart thing and gradually slowed his tempo, withdrawing from the safety of your blankets to finally look at you.
“Told you, you didn’t stand a chance,” he commented, wiping his mouth off on the back of his hand with the sassiest of smirks. Having finally somewhat recuperated, you now had the opportunity to ask how you got so lucky, not having to finish yourself off.
“What are you doing here?” you questioned, though not upset by any means with the turn of events that had transpired.
“Don’t sound too excited,” he muttered.   
“I didn’t mean it like that,” you said cautiously, touching the back of his hand - this seemed to halt his worrying in its tracks. “You’re home early is all – are those for me?” you inquired, nudging your head in the direction of the flowers and chocolate that sat waiting by the door.
“Could be,” he shrugged.
“What’s the occasion?” A smile began to overtake your face.
He seemed to be thinking about something. Then, with the most deadpan look he could muster, Shriv delivered what he thought was a perfectly timed joke: “Well, I was going to invite you out to dinner, but I already ate.”
You scoffed, trying to smack the Duros upside the head with the nearest pillow. He easily blocked, giving you an indignant look. You tackled him instead and he allowed it, his mood at once lifting as soon as you were straddled across his lap.
Shriv brushed a loose strand of hair away from your eyes, then he kissed you on the nose.
“Of course, I could always go for seconds.”
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knightotoc · 2 months
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hackedbyawriter · 1 year
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I need a “Journey to…(insert title of Rey Movie)” book (or trilogy) set in the 15 years after TROS that is Finn focused, gives us canon FinnPoe and is written by Rebecca Roanhorse <3
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starwarsbookclub · 1 year
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Hello There Readers,
The theme poll has closed and the votes are in! We are excited to announce that the theme for March is DISNEY!
The novel and comic polls are now live in our Discord Server, and you have until 10pm GMT (5pm EST) on Thursday February 9th to vote for what book/comic we will be reading together. Our options are listed below:
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1. Before the Awakening by Greg Rucka 2. Bloodline by Claudia Gray 3. Resistance Reborn by Rebecca Roanhorse
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1. Age of Resistance - Heroes (2019) 2. Chewbacca (2015) 3. Poe Dameron Vol. 2 - The Gathering Storm (2017)
Let us know what you want to read in the Discord Server! Happy voting and may the force be with you!   
- Star Wars Book Club
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akallus · 1 year
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i think finn and poe are endgame canon because how do you read resistance reborn (canon novel set after tlj) and ignore everything in it?
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Hope. A small word, but so precious. So difficult to maintain and easy to lose.
from Star Wars: Resistance Reborn by Rebecca Roanhorse 
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dreemurr-reborn · 2 months
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ladywynne · 1 year
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Books 2022
What I finished this year.
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The Last Wish Andrzej Sapkowski
This was my dive into the Witcher books after watching seasons one and two on Netflix. I read The Last Wish first based the recommendation of the article below. It's a fun read and a good introduction to Geralt and Dandelion (Jaskier).
Sword of Destiny Andrzej Sapkowski
The author uses Geralt, a man who is said to possess no emotion, to explore the human experience in a unique way. Enjoy the fantasy backdrop, but don't be surprised when you find yourself asking questions about morality, love, or the meaning of progress.
Go Tell the Bees that I am Gone Diana Gabaldon
The tenth book of the Outlander series. This installment continues the story of an ensemble of characters centered around the beloved Jamie and Claire. There are surprises and an ongoing war, but also the peace of the mountains, and everything is interwoven with love.
Small Magic - Terry Brooks
Fans of Brooks' various worlds will enjoy hearing more about and the characters that inhabit them. I thought the Landover stories were particularly charming, and I mean, dragon.
Star Wars Resistance Reborn - Rebecca Roanhorse
This book covers the time between The Last Jedi and The Rise of Skywalker. It details how the few survivors of Crait work to rebuild the resistance. It also talks about the aftermath of Poe's mutiny. He has to find a way to recover his honor personally and in the eyes of the Resistance.
Dune - Frank Herbert
This book didn't hold my attention like I thought it would until close to the end. But it was interesting and epic in a different way than other sci-fi options. Also, Paul Atreides lowkey terrifies me.
I listened on Audible and the production quality was the best I have ever heard. There were multiple voice actors, sound effects, and a bit of music.
A Fractured Mind - Robert Oxnam
This is a fascinating personal account of Dissociative Identity Disorder. Oscar Isaac read it as he prepared to play Marc Spector.
Comics
Poe Dameron 001 - 021 (working to collect the rest!)
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mixelation · 5 months
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does Tori get her poison resistance in the reborn AU?
i'm thinking she'd be like "oh yeah, i should do that" and then never does
sasori might attempt to correct this but by the time he gets to her she's like 900x better at avoiding being casually poisoned than she was as a civilian. VERY annoying
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rayshippouuchiha · 1 year
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Katekyou Hitman Reborn! Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Reborn/Skull (Katekyou Hitman Reborn!) Characters: Skull (Katekyou Hitman Reborn!), Reborn (Katekyou Hitman Reborn!), Arcobaleno (Katekyou Hitman Reborn!), Colonnello (Katekyou Hitman Reborn!) Additional Tags: Pre-Relationship, Pre-Reborn/Skull, Post-Canon, Adult Arcobaleno (Katekyou Hitman Reborn!), post-Arcobaleno curse, Comedy, Sassy Skull, Drinking, Alcohol, Skull (Katekyou Hitman Reborn!)-centric, BAMF Skull (Katekyou Hitman Reborn!) Series: Part 6 of Tales From The Void ~ Ray's Multi-Fandom Ficlet Collection Summary:
"Brave talk from the group baby," Colonnello cuts back. "Bet you've never even touched a woman, and no your mom doesn't count."
There's a round of immature snickers around the table that Skull honestly can't find fault in since even Verde, Viper, and Fon join in.
Proof that, despite all appearances, they’re all the same kind of immature assholes at heart.
But, for once, Skull is nowhere near ready to back down.
"Well if my mom doesn't count, then your mom probably doesn't either huh?" Skull bats his lashes at Colonello. "So you should probably tell her to stop calling me then."
☕️BUY ME A COFFEE☕️ / PATREON
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lunarscaled · 6 months
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"---When I said I'm fine with trying new clothes, I meant... a cardigan. Or a wool sweater. Or a button up, or something. What's up with dressing me like some kind of Barbie doll? Pink isn't my character color at all."
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sinisterexaggerator · 2 months
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Oh my God, @dukeoftheblackstar did it again! This time it's Damgaav!!!! I love these two. This is so cute. Thank you! This art made my week.
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