#but anyway i digress

[buddie-buddie]

as long as you're right here (stay next to me)

2.2k - g - read on ao3

The fireworks show is Buck’s idea. 

Not that Eddie puts up much of a fight once he sees the hopeful glint in Buck’s eye. But still. Buck’s idea. 

“Fireworks?” Eddie asks, passing Buck the stack of plates he’d just pulled out of the dishwasher. He used to like fireworks. It feels like a lifetime ago, but he did. Before he was choppered out of a combat zone with a couple of bullets and some shrapnel beneath his skin. Before he almost bled out on the pavement in the middle of the day and added another couple of scars to his collection. Before sparks rained down in the middle of a parking lot and left Buck’s lifeless body hanging limply from the ladder truck. 

“It’s the Fourth of July,” Buck says by way of reply, putting the plates away before turning back to Eddie. “We have to see fireworks on the Fourth of July.”

It is the Fourth of July after all, and Christopher is sleeping at the Wilsons’ which means Eddie and Buck have the night to themselves. Fireworks might not be the worst idea. Sure, they’d have to go to the ones in the park to avoid running into Christopher and his friends at the pier, lest they commit the ultimate parents-of-a-preteen crime.

But it could be nice. Romantic, even. Eddie can picture it now. Just the two of them, laying side by side in the grass and staring up at the stars, hands intertwined as they wait for the show to begin. Although he doesn’t think there’s anything romantic about his chest tightening and his heart rate ratcheting up as soon as the explosions begin. Nothing screams “romance” quite like his palms sweating and his skin buzzing beneath an onslaught of anxiety.

Any protests Eddie might’ve had die on his tongue when he goes to pass Buck the silverware basket and instead finds himself lost in the sparkle in those beautiful blue eyes. There’s something hopeful there, something that has Eddie setting the basket down on the counter and stepping around the dishwasher door, something that has him snaking his hands around Buck’s waist, something that has him saying, “Okay, baby,” before meeting Buck’s lips in a kiss. 

Eddie understands why Buck wanted to come. It’s… well, it’s kind of perfect. The sun is dipping beneath the horizon, leaving the sky painted in shades of purple that slowly bleed into blue. The balmy air smells like popcorn and Buck’s lips taste like cotton candy, which makes the twenty minutes spent waiting in line for it completely worth it, as far as Eddie's concerned.

There are plenty of other people here, but there’s more than enough room for everyone to spread out and have their space. 

“This is nice,” Eddie says, once they’re settled on the blanket Buck insisted they bring. Buck hums in agreement, leaning his head against Eddie’s shoulder as their fingers tangle together. 

. . .

The first explosion startles them both. There’s plenty of warning, and yet Buck feels Eddie tense beneath him, the muscles in his shoulders coiling tight as the first round of fireworks burst in the sky above them. His own breath hitches in his throat, and he catches himself gripping Eddie’s hand just a little bit tighter. 

Eddie squeezes back almost instantly, without hesitation. It’s the reminder Buck needs that Eddie’s here, that he’s safe. That this won’t be like the last couple of times a similar sound echoed around them. That no one’s going to be left bleeding out in the middle of the street. No one’s going to be dangling lifeless in the air as a driving rain pours down over them. 

“We’re okay,” Eddie murmurs. Somehow, amidst the explosions and cheers and voices around them, Eddie’s quiet assurance rings the loudest. 

“We’re okay,” Buck echoes. He squeezes Eddie’s hand again. 

When the next round is fired off, neither one of them flinches. 

There’s something a little bit surreal about it, living in this moment. It’s the same feeling he has every morning when he wakes up next to Eddie, the same feeling he has every time he packs Christopher’s lunch, every time Eddie announces it’s Buck’s turn to take the trash out. It’s the same rush of warmth beneath his skin, the same flutter of his heart that happens every time they pull up to a red light and Eddie steals a kiss across the center console, every time Eddie texts him from the grocery store and asks if they’re out of eggs.

There’s beauty in the mundane, and even more so in the moments— these moments— that make up a love, a life that Buck simultaneously dreamed of and never thought he’d have. 

He’s never known happiness like this. 

He turns to tell Eddie as much when the first spark hits them. 

It takes a moment for Buck’s brain to realize what’s happening. At first, all that registers is Eddie grabbing him, his arms coming around Buck’s sides as he pulls him into his chest. One of Eddie’s hands is in the middle of his back, the other on the back of his head. He tucks Buck against his chest, holding him as close as he possibly can. And then they’re moving. Rolling, more specifically. There’s a flash of heat, a loud series of pops and sizzles and high pitched whines. 

Someone screams. Someone else does too. And then there’s another round of quick, loud pops. 

And then Buck doesn’t hear anything at all except for the hammering of his own heart. 

Maybe it’s Eddie’s heartbeat he hears. He’s still holding Buck against his chest, still has his own body draped over Buck’s. He’s still blanketing him— still protecting him. 

Buck doesn’t know yet what’s happening. He doesn’t know what it is that Eddie is shielding him from. But he does know that it feels safe here, wrapped up in Eddie’s arms and tucked close into his chest. 

“Buck?” There’s panic creeping into Eddie’s voice. “Hey, look at me.” 

His hands come to bracket Buck’s face, leaning back just enough so they can see each other clearly. 

“You okay?” Eddie asks. 

Buck nods. Part of him wants to look around and figure out what the hell just happened. But a bigger, more insistent part of him can’t tear his eyes away from Eddie’s. They’re wide and searching, filled with fear and concern as they rake over Buck’s face. Buck doesn’t miss the slight tremble in Eddie’s bottom lip, nor the way his breath seems to catch in his throat with each shaky inhale. 

“You’re sure?” Eddie asks, his voice equal parts hopeful and unsteady. 

Buck nods again, and lets Eddie hold his face in his hands and run his thumbs over his cheeks as the panic in his eyes melts into relief. 

“W-What’s going on?” Buck asks, his voice unsteady.  

“Some idiots brought homemade fireworks.” The disgust is thick in Eddie’s voice, each word dripping with disdain. 

A second round explodes nearby and they scramble to get to their feet. Buck stumbles, his foot catching in a stranger’s blanket amidst the chaos. He hits the ground, though Eddie’s quick to haul him up and link their fingers together. People are still screaming, still running, the entire area having descended into madness as the professional fireworks continue firing into the sky.  

Eddie leads the way as they weave through the crowd. His grip on Buck’s hand is steady and unwavering; he doesn’t let go until they’re back at the truck, and even then it’s only long enough for the two of them to climb inside and shut the doors before Eddie’s hands are back on him. This time, they’re running over Buck’s hands, his wrists, the warm skin of his arms left exposed by his arguably too-tight t-shirt. They make their way to his face, pausing in time with the breath that catches in Eddie’s throat. 

“Eddie,” Buck begins. His voice sounds gravelly, like he’s just swallowed sand. He clears his throat and tries again. “Eddie, I’m fine. I— I’m okay.”

. . .

“You’re bleeding,” Eddie says. Voicing the realization doesn’t do much to stop the hammering of his heart, nor the way his breath is coming in bursts so quickly his lungs have started to burn. If anything, it magnifies it. “You’re… you’re bleeding. On your cheek.”

Buck brings his fingers up to his cheek, and Eddie guides them with his own trembling fingers to where the skin across his cheekbone is scraped. It isn’t bleeding heavily, but enough so that Buck’s fingers come back tinged in red. 

“Guess I am,” Buck says, his voice calm in a way that’s almost disarming. 

He’s bleeding because some imbeciles thought it would be fun to set off their own amateur fireworks a few feet away from them, and Buck is calm about it. Not that it matters — Eddie’s got enough rage for the both of them. 

Buck pulls down the sun visor, turning his face away from Eddie’s gentle hold just long enough to check out his scraped up cheek in the small mirror before turning back to face Eddie. “Nothing a little betadine and Neosporin can’t fix.”

“Buck—” Eddie hates the strangled edge to his voice, the way it threatens to break over the single syllable. He hates how scared he sounds, how weak and defeated. He needs to be strong for Buck. He needs to—

“I know,” Buck says, his voice soft and gentle as he brings his hand up to Eddie’s cheek. He runs his thumb over the freckle beneath Eddie’s eye, the same one he makes sure to press a kiss against every night and again every morning. “I was scared too.” 

He leans forward, his forehead resting against Eddie’s. They share a long, deep breath. Eddie’s hands have migrated to Buck’s neck, the steady thrum of his pulse beneath Eddie’s fingers grounding him in ways he’d never be able to describe. Eddie closes his eyes, breathes in the familiar scent of Buck’s shampoo, and thanks God and Jesus and every saint he can name that they made it. That they’re here. That they’re together. 

That they’re okay. 

By the time they get home, Eddie’s calmed down. Around halfway through the drive, his heart no longer felt like it was going to beat out of his chest. His hands were still shaking, mostly due to the adrenaline comedown. Buck had been quick to notice, though, reaching over and taking Eddie’s hand in one of his own.

“How were you so calm?” Eddie had asked, looking over at Buck and admiring the way his eyes sparkled beneath the glow of the streetlights. 

Buck had shrugged. “You had me. I knew it would be okay.” 

Eddie’s eyes shone with tears for the next two blocks.

Their hands are still laced together now, as Eddie leads Buck into the house and towards the bathroom. He pulls out the first aid kit as Buck sits atop the counter, spreading his knees to make room for Eddie to work. 

“I’m sorry,” Buck says after a moment, earning himself a frown from Eddie.

“Sorry?” Eddie echoes, his voice low and quiet as he focuses on getting the lid off of the betadine, but the concern in it perfectly clear all the same. “What for?” 

Buck sighs. Shrugs. Drops his gaze to where his hands grip the countertop on either side of his thighs. “This isn’t supposed to be how we remember tonight.” 

“Nah,” Eddie says simply, pouring the solution onto a gauze pad. “I’m not going to remember this part. Standing in the cotton candy line for twenty minutes because someone has a raging sweet tooth, though…”

Buck scoffs. “Well I’m going to remember you eating half of the cotton candy you insisted you didn’t want.” 

Eddie will remember that too. 

He’ll also remember the way it tasted even better clinging to Buck’s lips. He’ll remember that slow, sweet kiss right as the sun went down. He’ll remember Buck’s head against his shoulder, the way the tension bled out of him and how everything inside of him suddenly settled as their fingers laced together in the overgrown grass. He’ll remember his stolen glance at Buck as the fireworks display started, the way the shadows danced across his face beneath the shades of red and blue that lit the sky.

He’ll remember being together. 

He’ll forget the rest.

. . .

Later, once Eddie’s put the first aid kit back under the sink and eased Buck off the counter— despite his protests that he’s completely fine, baby, I promise — they make their way to bed. It’s there, with Buck tucked into Eddie’s side and his curls brushing the underside of Eddie’s jaw, where Eddie presses a kiss to the top of Buck’s head and murmurs, “That’s not what I’ll remember.” 

“Hmm?” Buck hums, looking up to meet Eddie’s eyes. 

“When I think about tonight,” Eddie says. “I won’t remember giving you first aid on the bathroom counter. Or those godforsaken idiots lighting off a glorified IED.”

Buck grins. “Yeah?” 

“I’ll remember being with you.”

“You will?” 

“And the cotton candy line,” Eddie deadpans. “But mostly being with you. That’s the only thing that matters.”

Buck tips his chin up to meet Eddie for a kiss. And even though this one doesn’t taste like cotton candy, Eddie thinks it still might be the best one he’s ever had.

#my writing #buddie #whump #not like a tonnnn of whump but enough to tag it #hurt/comfort #also soft as hell #protective eddie diaz #soft evan buckley #soft buddie #i started this fic a year ago and immediately got absolutely rocked by covid and wrote half of it with a 104 fever #and didn't touch it again until today #princessfbi enabled me as always #i'd like the record to reflect that #but anyway i digress #my birthday is today and finishing/posting this is my gift to myself #all the online shopping i've done today notwithstanding

[aberooski]

The way things are going right now just in general, it's probably gonna be a hot minute before I get this fic done and ready for the world. But in the meantime, have this cover art style piece I meant to post for Halloween and didn't oops.

#my girls <3 #I've been teasing this crossover idea for a while but I just have so much I'm writing right now #unfortunately this one's kinda getting shoved to the backburner until I can clear a couple things #but it's always somewhere in the forefront of my mind #I wanna see these girls hunt ghosts together 😭 #I love that these two things take place roughly around the same time so I can actually do this #but anyway I digress #love y'all #yugioh gx #alexis rhodes #asuka tenjoin #fatal frame #fatal frame 5 #fatal frame maiden of black water #yuri kozukata #abby attempts to draw #abby's fanfic writer power hour

[daincrediblegg]

I want to make hats for my mutuals 😢

#my first sojurn out into the world after my severely ill hiatus might be to joann fabrics once again #and I am tempted by that lusty wench joann to buy more big bulky yarn #and I REALLY wanna use it to make more hats for my friends and I’m so upset #for SOME REASON #also I have been thinking about making some little terror themed (ish) jewlery pieces like I got these ceramic beads that are painted kinda #like the dinner plates on erebus and terror and I think it’d be sick to make some earrings out of those #but anyway I digress

[nicolibbyquotes]

“Nico, of course, offered to help them. "I know exactly what shape she takes up in the universe," he pleaded in explanation. "If anyone can recognize her, it’s me.””

-“The Atlas Six” by Olivie Blake

#this line haunts me #like OH MY GOD #a banger #a forever favorite #HE KNOWS EXACTLY WHAT SHAPE SHE TAKES UP IN THE UNIVERSE #😩😩😩 #3 days till we get them back #and I probably die because lines like this exist but they might not be endgame 😭😭😭 #so not fair #but anyway I digress #THIS LINE WILL FOREVER BE ICONIC #nicolibby #libbynico #nicolibby quotes #libbynico quotes #nico x libby #libby x nico #libby rhodes #nico de varona #olivie blake #the atlas series #the atlas six #ta6

[nyctoheart]

I may understand KHUX inside and out, where I have all the little inconsistencies mapped out into some elaborate plan that makes sense after all....

but I still am so confused about KHDR

#there are so many things were i'm like ''huh ? w... whah ??'' #both UX and DR go back and forth making you believe certain things that are LITERALLY not fucking true #its one reason why... idk I'm not excited for ML's episodic release #I love UX's ''we watched this month's episode'' like it was a TV show #but at the same time building theories when the NEXT episode you learn that you had factually incorrect information.... #idk that got old for me personally #so I'm glad DR was (mostly) out all at once; #and I'm ready to be VERY careful and hesitant with ML's episodic revelations #but anyway I digress #DR confuses me a lot because I still don't understand Baldr's goals and when Hoder dies vs how that fuels him etc etc #I know I need to rewatch DR and actually write everything down to really help it sink in and digest but... #idk I think this is one of my least fave titles of recent KH releases #not that I didn't like it #but it didn't exactly explain a lot of Young Xehanort's mysteries like I thought it would.... #ANYWAYYYY thank you for reading...

[vadersaber]

"this man at best would date someone in their fourties. AT BEST. this man could never imagine himself with someone so young." 

okay, did he tell you that??? 

you guys are so busy moralizing and projecting that you seem to forget that fanfiction is by definition a fan’s interpretation of a piece of IP. 

your interpretation of joel is not fact. you personally cannot imagine a world in which joel dates someone significantly younger than him. other people can. that’s the whole fucking point. 

when it comes to darker content, including non-con, there is literally textual evidence to support this interpretation of joel. his violent past is explicitly referenced in both the game and show, and we literally see him commit heinous acts of violence. a natural extrapolation of that would be dark joel fics.

i understand that he is your comfort character. cool, same here. but criticizing the content that other people choose to share on this platform is just bad form. 

yes, everything should be correctly tagged. yes, warnings should be included.

but people should be free to engage with their favorite stories in whatever way they choose. you do not have the right to tell them that they are wrong in either their interpretation or their creative expression.

enjoy the fics that are for you, ignore the ones that aren’t, and stop bitching about tropes just because they aren't your cup of tea.

girl that's literally how his character is. at least to me and several other people.

nobody's "bitching about tropes" or "criticizing other people's content" but anyway, to reiterate because apparently it wasn't obvious enough in my previous answers: everyone is free to engage with whatever content they like. i do the same. i don't interact with what i don't like. and no, i can't imagine joel dating someone around ellie's age because i doubt that's something he'd be capable of doing. if other writers can, good for them.

#also how are you gonna put non-con and joel's dark past in the same sentence like that's something he would've done #but anyway i digress #answered #joel miller #tw: dark content

[aurelim]

Ah, true, I didn't even share who I'm going to romance!

Well, almost certainly Maddox, unless something specific makes me change opinions in the upcoming updates! If something happens that makes me change opinions, it would probably be in favor of Echo. But I will probably stick with Maddox.

The MC I'm making is a very sweet person who doesn't like nor want to kill humans and opposes it whenever it's possible. I love the drama of the whole situation

Oh hi! nice to see you responded lol

Ohh, so you are going for Maddox? (from your third paragraph about Echo, that makes senses considering what you said before) Nice to know! I should do a poll to see who readers are planning to go for, or if they are not going to do any! And what type of MC they have designed. That would be really cool data to collect!

Your MC's choices will definitely cause drama (and maybe rifts but you didn't hear that from me)

#answered #As the Ocean Lures #atol #atol ros #finally back to things about atol! #i did not trick you though #i genuinely wanted to know who you would go for #but anyway i digress #good to know

[bowiesdreamreality]

Can't believe I only discovered this week that Moonage Daydream used clips from Christiane F

#as like Germany footage #like why #WHY #but anyway I digress #I get it but also really?

[taexual]

ok i just realized that i hate sid so much that i started to picture him as sid from toy story but grown up

omg that's so good though!!! terrorizing everything as a hobby? check! literally ruining everyone's day just by showing up? check!!!!

in related news, i don't know if you've seen/read tokyorev, but i realised recently that hanma might have inadvertently inspired a lot of sid's traits??

#ask #yoonderful #taexual; sleepwalking #don't tell me sid wouldn't get 'punishment' and 'sin' tattooed on his hands if he was less pretentious!!!! #however fucked up hanma is though..... at least he's hot #sid definitely doesn't have that going for him because he's shit <3 #but anyway i digress #you've definitely found sid's long lost twin!! #he had a little moment with heavy metal in toy story 3 i think?? #so... 👀 #actually ignore the '👀' i haven't decided if that particular plotline will make it into the final cut of sleepwalking shsjdhf

[inkykeiji]

watching willy’s wonderland (finally!!!) and i am absolutely loving the 1930s—1950s B-movie horror vibes!!! like the wooden acting and horrid script + the cheap practical effects and prosthetics are all great, but oh my god,, the cinematography n editing are by far my favourite. like the nonsensical camera angles and the shot compositions and the jump cuts and the shot/reverse shots with nic cage vs the animatronics???????? brilliant i loved it so much

#where are my toronto friends #anyone go to tiff midnight madness!? #aka the best part of tiff hands down #(tiff = toronto international film festival; for those who don’t know!!) #midnight madness was/is (???) a program #of specially curated films at the festival #each one debuts at midnight and they’re all like horror/future cult classics #ugh the best <333 the midnight madness crowd was THE BEST #anyway #the point is willy’s wonderland would’ve debuted at midnight madness 100% had it not been the height of covid #i feel like the people who went into this film expecting it to be good or even vaguely coherent entirely missed the point #like it’s so obviously meant to pay homage to golden age b-movies and grindhouse films and early 80s slashers (friday the 13th!!!!) #with the ridiculous gore and so obviously fake prosthetics like it’s just all so perfect #i loved it #if ur a fan of b-movie horror u will love it too #i feel like it’s for a niche audience in that respect #like if you don’t already know the classic conventions of b-movie horror then you won’t understand the appeal of this film yk??? #but anyway i digress #i still recommend it to everyone and anyone #the aesthetics are on point too #like genuinely good #the rest is intentionally bad #which makes it good HAHA #clari chatters #clari chatters film

[corpium]

I see your “Harry can never kill” and raise you an AK in the first 500 words

#humans are terrifying and wonderful creatures #with the right pressure and circumstances #you can make anyone do anything #we like to say the worst of us are monsters to differentiate Us from Them #but the truth is anyone can be a monster #even you #and you do yourself and the rest of humanity a disservice by denying it #denial makes monstrosity easy #but anyway I digress #Harry can kill #fight me

[homuncvlus]

hi friend :)

hyd?

just passing by to say that I love you, and it brings me joy whenever you pop up on my dash or in my notifications

have a snoopy comic I saw recently

I didn't get notified about the ask why!!!!!!!!!

I'm ok, school is really stressful tho so I haven't really had time to do anything else lately :(

How are you!!

Sending lots of love to you too and I appreciate the snoopy :D <3

#this is really sweet of you #i may be tearing up #but anyway i digress #seeing you on my dash also makes me happy :) #lasar being incoherent

[imissthefire]

the mystery of is soren short or is everyone else just freakishly tall?

#ike's huge like that isn't news #but seeing him next to stefan in their supp had me laughing #soren hardly reaches his shoulder #lil guy's eyes are in line with steffy's nips #also he's hardly taller than mist #but again ike is super tall as was greil and in the few sources of elena she def isn't short #so like if mist isn't short then soren is average height. if she IS short then he's just a lil guy #but nobody else is shorter than him #except maybe tormod probably now that i think about it #and like the beasts/birds/etc ARE indeed rly big so that's no help #but compared to everyone else in the gmercs? titania wasn't much shorter than greil. shinon's built like a string bean. gatrie is massive. #boyd and oscar both seem on the taller side of average #o shit rolf exists. soren's taller than him for sure bc mist is taller than him #but anyway i digress #so soren's either average height but surrounded by behemoths #or #he short #furthermore #when u take into consideration his parents' heights... #ashnard is Very Tall And Menacing. almedha i'm not actually sure but she gives off mega mommy energy so i'll assume she's taller. #the royal dragons are tall. like dheginsea is literally over seven feet tall (idk how i found credible source for his height but not others) #and then comes the implications of him being a Branded and how laguz aging/maturing rate is slower which supports the manlet theory #he's hardly shorter than kurthnaga as far as i can tell and kurthy sure isn't yet fully grown (compared to siblings and dad at least) #i'm thinking too hard about this #anyway #gabe plays #fe #fe por #nqp #gabe rambles

[disfordavelifts]

I’m back at the gym after 3 weeks. I did stuff, I guess.

#progress update #workout #workout log #leg day #2023 #I’m not motivated at all these days and have been contemplating stopping altogether #my body isn’t getting any better and it’s limiting what I can do #but anyway I digress

[cryo-lily]

So this is another clip for Isadola I couldn’t help posting as well.

This is quite possibly the furthest she’s been pushed up to this point. One of her best friends betrays her and shoot the love of her life. I say it a lot but Theron is lucky Issie just didn’t snap his neck then and there for shooting Lana.

You can literally see the conflict playing out in Issie’s head as the scene goes on. From pure anger and rage at Theron betraying them and again shooting Lana, to just the weight of the betrayal starting to weigh her down, then to genuine hurt that one of her closest friends and pretty much a brother to her would do this.

Then to just confusion to what he’s on about, as Isadola was genuinely didn’t want the Eternal Throne but tried her best to keep or make peace, all while trying not to forget what it’s like for everyone else in the galaxy trying not to let the power she controls get the better of her and blind her to what’s actually going on. 

But when it’s clear Theron won’t see reason she goes right back to stage one of her grief and settles back into anger for a long while. Theron knew exactly what he was doing, but even he didn’t think how far this betrayal of his would push Issie past a point of no return for her. And if Theron actually did manage to kill Lana, Theron would’ve created the very thing he was swearing to destroy.

Then after everything on Umbara we get this small exchange:

Lana & Isadola up to this point haven’t even discussed together what went down on Umbara. And this formal debrief was only scratching the surface of what each of them were going through.

In a small moment, Lana could feel under all of the surface anger how badly Issie was hurting from everything that went down; And she tried her best to show some of  her own sympathies on the matter before trying to apply to Isadola’s pragmatic side to get her to focus on the task at hand which worked to a degree. Lana knew there would always be time to comfort Issie better in a more private setting later, for that moment they had a lot of work to do.

And I think the biggest key into Issie’s feelings here is her choice of message to Theron. Despite all of her anger, despite her desire to on some level kill Theron, Issie still believes theres hope for Theron, that there’s more to the whole situation then what was said by both on that train. Theron, whether Issie likes it or not is basically a brother to her, and she refuses to give up what few meaningful attachments she has over disagreements.

In the end under her anger, she just want her brother back, she wants to continue trying to make the galaxy a better place. And despite what comes out of her mouth through anger, rage & betrayal, she still has hope that all of this doesn’t have to end in tears or blood.

Playing a Miraluka really makes you think of how emotions are conveyed and how it’s pick up on by those closest to them. And yes if asked about any of all this I could ramble for hours, thus my working on similar WIPs to cover such topics for Issie.

#swtor #swtor spoilers #nathema arc spoilers #swtor jedi consular #swtor oc mention #oc: Isadola Ardeen #Theron Shan #Lana Beniko #swtor clips #I think about this part of the story a lot #and how Lana & Issie cope with this entire set of events #hell this is the scene that made me think- #How far would either Issie or Lana fall if the other was taken from them #And I'm still not sure who would be worse tbh #but anyway I digress #swtor talks

[daincrediblegg]

I can also imagine Crozier calling her Sparrow. His Sparrow.

Idk why, I just think it would sound sweet coming from him

god yeah that'd be cute. maybe not a perfect fit for lady terror exactly (god just you wait and see👀) but sweet as all ever loving hell for sure

#... this being said there's another oc of mine this would work for but not in the way you'd think #LT's just a bit to sturdy to be birdy yk? yeah #though I like the idea of the eowyn callback for her #wouldn't be the first time I've made that character comparison in fact she was a great inspo for one scene in particular #but anyway I digress