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erwinsvow · 3 months
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𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬
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summary: how you and rafe got started <3
author's note: if i could stop losing my brain cells over rafe cameron for a minute that would be great but i can't so here it is <3 this is mostly cute but in the shea cinematic universe this establishes the beginning of what can only be a hopelessly codependent relationship <3 more parts to come! also none of this would be written without the surge of inspo i get from reading every single one of @princessbrunette's posts but in particular this one, this one, and this<3 one!
now spinning: one of the girls by the weeknd & jennie
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Rafe’s always thought you were cute. 
Cute, he’d think to himself in passing, on a hot summer day when he was getting ready to take beers from the fridge and go find the boys at the country club. He didn’t need to steal anything, the waitress at the club always gave him whatever drink he asked for, but he just felt like taking them from the house today. 
You were dawdling around the house with a bored Sarah, all dressed up with nowhere to go. Sarah was texting on her phone, likely engaging in a virtual fight with Topper. He’d feel bad, but the two of them did it to themselves. You were at the counter with Wheezie, leaning on your elbows while the two of you discussed something. He didn’t really care, until he met your eyes for a second. 
Cute. The way you met his eyes and then looked away, face heating up. You were in a bikini and a coverup, probably waiting for his sister before spending the day on the beach or at the pool. The cover up was white and see through, covering everything to the point where no one could see anything but the faint yellow of your bikini underneath.
Leaning on the counter, when you looked away, he got a glimpse into the top of your dress. He could make out little yellow flowers on the material of your bikini and the outline of your tits squeezed against each other. 
He grabbed a beer and opened it with his back tooth, spitting the cap out on the counter next to Wheezie’s book.
“Ew, Rafe, get your spit molecules away from my book.”
“Who reads in the summer anyways? You should be glad for my spit if it makes you stop.”
“It’s my summer reading, Rafe, not everyone can just skip their assignments and get away with it.”
“Please, what have I skipped?”
You and Wheezie turn to look at each other and start laughing. He cracks a smile too, unexpectedly.
“Actually, it’s a great book. You’re missing out, Rafe,” you say, with a smile gracing your face, and he realizes he’s never actually heard the sound of your voice. You’ve maybe said hi to him twice, and both times Sarah had dragged you away within seconds. You even sound cute. His name on your tongue sounds even cuter.
“Really? Maybe I need to give it a try.” You laugh again, meeting his eyes this time. 
“You can’t have my copy, I already put my annotations in this one-“
“Stop yapping, Wheeze. I’m not gonna take yours.”
“Actually you have a copy in the library upstairs. I borrowed it last summer.”
“Really, kid? Wanna come find it with me?”
Your face heats up so much you turn away. He smiles then, and he smiles again when you follow him up to the library.
“This one is fantastic too, it’s about this young girl in England-” your voice continues to describe the plot of the book in your hand. You shelve it and then your eyes immediately land on another, another classic, another favorite. You ramble off the description but Rafe’s hardly paying attention.
He’s trying to recall when you had become so cute, so pretty. He thinks he’s never noticed you after you walk away with Sarah, or when he walks away from you two lounging on pool chairs, your nose in a book like always.
This is different. When had you become so irresistible?
Your pretty hair falls down your back. It sticks to your neck when the two of you are outside in the sun, in the heat. He has an urge to lick the sweat off just to see how you’d blush and feel how you’d squirm. Your eyes are warm and bright, but you’re still too shy to meet his blue ones, even when it’s just the two of you.
And it has been. Just the two of you, recently, almost all of the time. Sarah’s always off with her stupid friends and Wheeze is at home doing her summer work. 
The two of you travel to every ice cream parlor in the eight in the next few weeks. Conversation comes easily, even though you have nothing in common. He hasn’t picked up a bag from his dealer since he started talking to you, he realizes. Hasn’t felt the need to get high.
You’ve never even smoked weed, much less snorted coke. You’ll drink at a party with Sarah, but not too much, and you always end up being the sober friend holding back the vomiting girl’s hair. At the bonfire that he invites you to, your eyes keep darting around, seeing if anyone needs your help. 
Rafe moves so he’s standing right in front of you, blocking your view.
“Hey, kid,” he says quietly, leaning in. You’re boxed in, with Rafe and only Rafe on your mind. The clean, attractive scent of his cologne. The way it lingers on his clothes, like the button up you’re wearing over your pink dress.
He picks up the red cup in your hand and places it on the log beside you, balancing his beer next to it. His hands are cold from the bottle but you don’t mind much. He takes your wrists first, holding them in place, and then slides down so your hands are touching. 
“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” You were looking down at the hands, where the two of you were connected, but his voice makes you look up. He’s looking at you, and you want to hide your face. Your fingers twitch beneath Rafe’s grip. He holds on even tighter. “Don’t look away, princess. We gotta work on that, huh?”
You feel your face heating up at the nickname. You wish you were home so you could scream into your pillow.
“Sorry, sorry,” you scramble, trying to look up but you can’t find the strength or the will.
You’re embarrassed. Of course you are—this is Rafe, and you’re just you. Rafe is the one you’ve had a crush on since you knew what crushes were, and you are still the awkward little thing you were the first time you met him. 
His gaze burning holes through you makes you want to run and hide. Because this is Rafe, and right now you’re one of his girls. The ones Sarah’s complained about the whole time she’s known you—they get too attached, act all clingy, and then are replaced before long. 
You hear Rafe’s quiet laughter. You’re still boxed in, feeling hot and clammy even though he’d given you his button up not thirty minutes ago because you felt cold. 
“What’re you saying sorry for?” You look up quickly, and then look back down. Then Rafe’s hands leave yours, and he holds up your chin until you’re looking right into his eyes. “Hmm?”
You feel like puking. 
“I-I just, well I just-”
“You just what?”
“I don’t think I can be, um, be one of your flingy, uh fling-type girls. So, you know, maybe all of this isn’t a good idea.”
“Fling-type girls?” he questions. He’s holding back a laugh, which makes you irrationally upset. You shove hard against his chest to free yourself from the cage of his arms. 
“Yes, your fling-type girls. You have a new girl on your arm every week, and everyone knows it, and I refuse to be one of them, because it’s just embarrassing and dehumanizing,” he watches you ramble on. He smiles, but you don’t notice. “And frankly, I deserve better than that.”
“Are you done?” You glare back at him.
“Yes, and not because you said that. I was done anyway.”
“Good.” Your face drops for a second, thinking you overstepped and totally overreached regarding his intentions, but then Rafe surprises you—he leans in and kisses you. 
You weren’t expecting a playground peck, but the way he’s kissing you completely surpasses any and all expectations (and fantasies) you’d dreamt up. His grip on your hips is hard, and his tongue is almost down your throat. It’s messy, and wet, and when he pulls away, there’s strings of spit connecting you to each other. 
You should wipe your mouth before anyone sees, but you don’t. Your heart is racing, and you can barely speak, much less move. 
“If I wanted you to be one of my girls, I wouldn’t have spent the last three weeks listening to you blab about books and buying you ice cream. You’re gonna be my only girl, and that’s that, okay?”
You nod dumbly—words and motions still not quite back yet. You feel flushed. People’s eyes are on you both.
“Now, do you wanna head out and go get a cone?” You nod again. “Good girl. And watch your mouth.”
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hellspawnmotel · 7 months
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remember when I did this?
well I did more
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wildflowercryptid · 1 year
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now that i've finally gotten into ever after high, i had to draw the destined worsties / star-crossed besties.
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wistfullywaiting2 · 1 month
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Odasaku, Sasaki, and the orphanage headmaster are all buried in the same cemetery.
So Kunikida, Atsushi, and Dazai all run into each other grave visiting regularly and politely pretend they don’t. They never acknowledge the meaning behind the bouquets brought, even if all of them know the others know flower language. They never acknowledge the tear streaks down Atsushi’s face, or the solemn look on Kunikida’s. Atsushi never points out how the scent of whiskey is always a bit stronger on Dazai’s coat. They never acknowledge the location of their accidental meetings.
Sometimes Kunikida might offer to take them to get food, or Atsushi will offer a random hard candy from his pocket, on colder days Dazai might lend his coat. None of them are really themselves when faced with grief, and none of them will to hold it against each other.
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coolsvilleprincess · 3 months
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Be goth, solve crime.
Birthing this Scooby Doo specific blog with fanart for Be Cool because I needed to draw their goth fits, they were simply too much of a vibe to not tbh
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opbackgrounds · 1 month
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If there's something Oda should have focused more on in this fight, it's this. Sacrifice is a massive part of Sanji's character and will play a large role in his actions at the end of the arc. Highlighting more of Sanji's (destructive) self-sacrificial nature versus Absalom's obsessive selfishness would have done a better job developing the type of foil work that Oda loves to utilize throughout the series
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sugared-violets · 5 months
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holy shit please listen to Sherlock & Co i'm fucking wheezing
W: "you built... a hugging machine?"
H: "yes, the deep pressure is quite to my tastes... self-regulation, you see"
W: "i mean... i can just give you a hug. if you want."
H: "you can? excellent."
W: "well... come here, then"
😭😭😭
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vampcubus · 9 months
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I wanna randomly slap muzan's ass and watch him tense up, on tippy toes, back arched, and a loud squeak to come from him
Muzan is seemingly always on high alert, but he relaxes around you, and after a while he subconsciously stops perceiving you as a threat at all. Perhaps that’s why he doesn’t pick up on your approach as he fiddles with alchemical formulas, a pinch in his brow that tells you his experiments have been unsuccessful.
You continue with your plan, lips curled into a devilish grin as you sneak up behind him, hand twitching with anticipation.
He seems to sense your presence behind him and goes to turn, only for the startling feeling of your hand clapping down so hard onto his ass that a choked yelp is forced from his pale lips. His back arches away from the contact instinctively and he’s forced onto his tippy toes. The sight is even better than you hoped, and you only grin wolfishly as his head slowly turns to glare at you over your shoulder, slitted eyes swimming with malice despite the red tinge painting his pallid cheeks.
“If you were anyone else I’d have you drawn and quartered for such an offense,” he spits, turning away from you again to hide the persistent warmth in his cheeks. “Consider yourself lucky i am feeling merciful today.”
“So you admit that you give me special treatment?” you giggled, pressing your front to his back and winding your arms around his middle to press a placating kiss to his neck. His lark lashes flutter at the contact.
“Don’t test your luck.”
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coffinwoodx · 21 days
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i implore everyone to read Kim Kitsuragi’s Book Report by TwiExMachina on ao3 it is one of the FUNNIEST FICS i’ve ever read it left me REELING from how hard i was laughing. it’s amazingly well characterized like i could 100% see it fitting into actual Disco Elysium gameplay i just cannot stress this enough. it was so good so..
i recommend it :>
it’s based on another fic about Harry writing a self-insert Dick Mullen erotica featuring everyone’s favorite lieutenant. essentially, Kim finds it and confronts Harry
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meamiiikiii · 2 months
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a star being appeared in your apartment, wdyd?
(aka loop getting reverse isekaied into the modern office au)
also there are some scattered mumblings on loop in this AU under the cut if anyone's interested (spoilers for all of ISAT, including 2hats!)
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TLDR - The Universe keeps fucking with Loop and they are not really happy about it, regardless of timing.
While I haven't decided anything 100% concrete for Loop, the idea of a reverse isekaied Loop in general is interesting to me, so I'll be exploring that a bit here. Especially in terms of timing on when Loop gets taken out of their timeline. At least in terms of immediate outlook within this AU. So, for now, have a couple of those thoughts! 
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The two main points in time I am currently considering are the following:
1. From when they gave up their original wish and made a new one.
In this instance, I feel like their arc would play a bit similar to in game
Seeing this new world as different & peaceful
Since they don’t have to deal with the loops anymore, just watch whatever happens.
Be a lil silly for funsies! The chaos that can ensue with a star being existing within a modern world! 
Even though it hurts to see Siffrin’s team hanging around, they really don’t have anywhere to go at the moment (hard to hide a star being in this type of world)
To a slow realization of how unfair this whole situation is. In comparison to all of the horrors they went through, this Siffrin has it so easy.
This Siffrin gets to live an idyllic life, free from the world calamity of being frozen & the literal time loop.
This Siffrin gets to freely hang around their family team, with no foreseeable "end" to being with them in sight.
This Siffrin had their original wish, the wish Loop wanted granted, handed to them on a silver platter. 
This Siffrin, nor anyone in this world, would ever be able to come close to understanding what Loop went through; Loop would never truly be seen in this world, not fully anyway.
What does The Universe have against them, to put them into this world and make them witness all of this?
It should have been them, with this carefree type of life, given all they went through.
2. AFTER the fight with Siffrin.
This leans a bit more lighthearted than the last, since Loop would have gone through all the development from the game via convos + the talk at the very end with Siffrin, and has a bit more peace about their whole deal.
Perhaps they would still see the same conclusions as above, since healing from the horrors would not happen all at once, if ever, with additional flavor
Underlying bitterness in why the script is still going. 
Why is The Universe asking for them to continue into a new world and role?
Haven’t they had enough, once making them witness another Siffrin’s loops and perfect ending, and now a completely idyllic Siffrin’s life from the get go?
However, there is also a bit of hope in the entire situation. Since if The Universe keeps deciding to fuck with them (as in, sending them to different world lines) there is still, technically, the chance of going backward as well.
To their original timeline and to their family.
Once could have been a one-off, but twice?
Perhaps three world jumps might be the minimum to go back, following standard wishing rituals?
More hope in this one from the get-go, with that thought in mind.
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Though there are probably other points in time that would be interesting too! 
Another one I was considering was RIGHT BEFORE the fight with Siffrin, perhaps even mid-fight. However, I don't think that makes much sense for this particular AU ASAFASFASDAS. Can you imagine if Loop just spawned into this world, doesn't realize this is a completely different Siffrin, and attacks on sight?????
Honestly the idea of a reverse-isekaied Loop into different AU's in general is neat, would love to see other people's takes on it!!  Especially cuz of the various reactions/conclusions Loop could have/make based on the scenario/circumstances would be interesting, if that makes sense. At least I think there is something in that thought? I dunno!
I feel like I am missing some characterization bits in here, but that was the main gist of it for now since I cannot remember LMAO.
Mumblings over, thanks for reading my silly thoughts if you got this far!!!
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fromtheseventhhell · 7 months
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"Sansa = Ned 2.0 and Arya = Catelyn 2.0" is one of those takes where you can just tell people are more attached to the aesthetic than anything. "The Stark girls are most like the parent they look least like" sounds good on paper and people run with the idea, regardless of how it actually fits into the story. A majority of the justification relies on misinterpreting all of their characters + a healthy dose of fanon. What gets me is that this is the same fandom that insists that Lyanna, only compared to Arya in the text, is equal parts Arya and Sansa but Ned and Catelyn, two fully fleshed-out and complex characters, have to be more like one girl or the other? There's just nothing in the story to justify being so adamant about these comparisons. Arya and Sansa have parallels with both of their parents but at the end of the day, they are unique characters with their own stories. I'll never understand why people want to flatten these complex characters down to their most basic tropes and fit them into restrictive boxes just for a "poetical~" comparison.
#arya stark#sansa stark#catelyn stark#ned stark#house stark#asoiaf#BORING YAWNING SLOPPY#notice how these takes never come with actual evidence from the books to make direct comparisons from the text?#/ned is a gentle quiet poitican/ and he physically attacks someone + constantly shows his frustration and voicing his opinions#our first introduction to him is him executing a man and we know he's done so several times that year#he says that his toddler son needs to grow up and stop being afraid of a giant wolf cause /winter is coming/ and Northern life is hard 😭#/Cat is a feral wild woman/ and her chapters are full of her holding her tongue and trying to mediate situations#people literally switch their characterizations cause the second a woman shows emotion she's /feral/#and a man can be the most wild unhinged character ever and still be /kind/ and /gentle/#like yeah fanon sansa is fanon ned 2.0 and fanon arya is fanon cat 2.0 but their actual characters are more complex then that#the only valid /2.0/ comparison is between Lyanna and Arya but somehow she gets split between Arya and Sansa 🥴#my hourly frustration at this fandom not caring about the story and only being here for /the vibes~/#like Ned hates Tourneys and protests one as a waste of resources while Sansa is planning a Tourney and using resources while winter#is arriving and smallfolk are going hungry...but she's Ned 2.0? Where? How? Huh?#And yeah Ned deals with politics in KL but that's relatively a small aspect of his character#and even him constantly speaking his mind and challenging Robert directly is the exact opposite of Sansa's approach 😭#/courtesy is a Lady's armor/ vs. /I'm gonna tell Robert he's an idiot right to his face/ oh yeah totes the same#Arya is the character following his advice and guidance for a reason just saying#like if Sansa was doing the same I could see it but she..isn't? Her approach is much closer to Catelyn's than Ned's#I don't understand why people have all of the sudden decided that the Sansa/Cat parallels are shallow when they're#very similar characters and Sansa's current plot actually revolves around that fact#obviously they're not exactly alike but no two characters are or even meant to be...their comparisons are still very valid#tired of being expected to accept an idea just because enough people repeat it
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lesbianleonardo · 1 year
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sooo normal about this (lying)
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yoimix · 1 year
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「 without caution. 」
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ALHAITHAM is not a man easily swayed. he had to explicitly warn you on the first day of sumeru akademiya that only his goals matter, and you are of no personal gain or consequence to him. not with your wide, naive eyes and softer-than-cotton touch and blooming laughter. you were too bothersome, dismissing every warning of his, even if it landed you in life-threatening situations. you always did laugh at him, even when he was being dead serious. something about your string of actions was so bizarre, so insufferable, he breathed a sigh of relief on graduation day.
how is it now then, that he finds himself sighing in relief once again nestled in your arms? it was unexpected—your actions are usually predictable. his hands shake when he lifts them up to return the embrace. he’s aware of physical touch, aware of the meaning of it, and it’s not the first time he’s been shown affection. however, he’s never felt quite this way holding someone. is this what the florist down the city feels when she kisses her husband with mirth or when the barista at the cafe runs into the arms of his lover, both beaming with joy? are they that way because they’re in love?
“mr. scribe?” you giggle softly. “how come you’re here so late?”
“i don’t know either. it’s strange.”
you hum softly, a jolly tune even in the deepest darkness of night. man always strives for the stars. maybe that’s why he finds himself near you again.
“you know, i always knew i’d be with you someday.”
“that’s silly,” he responds. “and naive. you’re not an astrologer.”
“no, but i felt a tug,” you hum. “towards you.”
alhaitham falls silent. he neither understands nor asks the meaning of what you said. his view of the world, of people, was always that of a man staring at a miniature model of grand buildings. the parts are replaceable and easy to cut off. even if he ends up all alone.
“i’ve always wanted to feel this way,” you mumble, suddenly shy. “to hold someone i love.”
silence follows, only filled in by the ambience of midnight. he sighs again, leaning away from you. his eyes are cold as ever, but there is something new to them.
“i’ve never been in love,” he admits, his whisper cool. “it’s unreasonable.”
however, his breathing gets heavier and deeper as he grits his teeth, a sting of pain shooting through his chest at the softness of your palm against his cheek. he cannot see as you less than you are—he never has—but now he sees you as more, as salvation he neither deserves nor wants. isn’t this what affection does? it clouds his judgment so forcefully that he nearly closes the gap between your lips. after all, it’s all he can think of at this proximity.
“look at me,” he laughs drily. “another victim of irrationality.”
you shake your head, pulling his face closer. It elicits a wave of annoyance spreading over his features. and yet, he cannot meet your eyes. he’s in denial, you realize. for a man so ground in pure logic, it must be groundbreaking to experience love. he never wanted this. he never wanted to let people in. he preferred the monotone. 
and despite it all, he hooks a finger under your chin and presses his lips to yours in a satin kiss. no endeavor is riskless. and for just you, he’s willing to do away with caution.
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eurekq · 2 months
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Sick to fucking death of the character changes in bg3 patches. I miss when everyone was an asshole in ea and gale would beg you to cheat on astarion with him that was some real flavor
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firethekitty · 1 month
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very unpopular trigun fandom opinion but. i really Don’t like when people write/draw wolfwood as being genuinely religious. like wearing rosary and praying every night and saying grace before eating and shit. HE SHOOTS PEOPLE AND KILLS THEM and smokes and drinks and curses and wears his collar as wide open as possible and is a Literal Hitman who was kidnapped by a religious cult as a child. do you guys sincerely believe he’s a good christian boy or something
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ct-7045 · 5 days
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/\ Screw's comm started flashing, signalling an incoming message. He glanced at Tup and Dogma, seated across from him at the mess table, as he pushed the button.
A brother's voice said, "Alright, everyone to the briefing room in ten minutes. We just received our new mission."
Screw shoved the rest of his food in his mouth as he grabbed his tray and followed his vode to dispose of it. Dogma led them into the hallway, all three donning their helmets.
"Wonder where we're going this time," Tup mused.
"Hopefully somewhere with a good climate. That mud last time was horrible," Screw replied. Dogma nodded in agreement.
They joined the flow of brothers heading to the large briefing room, finding seats on the hard grey benches next to Jesse, Hardcase, and Kix. Hardcase eagerly greeted them, and they could hear the Dominoes quarreling about something behind them.
Eventually, Captain Rex stood, quieting the boisterous troopers. "Listen up," he said. "All of you are probably aware that General Skywalker and Commander Tano are away on Jedi Council business. So, we've been assigned to another Jedi in the meantime. Everyone, meet General Valeria Eldar."
A short, blonde woman stood, wearing pieces of blue Mandalorian armor and with two lightsabers at her hips.
A Mandalorian? Screw wondered. I thought Jedi and Mandalorians didn't like each other. Well, I guess there is that one rumor about Obi-Wan. Eh. Whatever.
Valeria's emerald eyes twinkled as she took off her helmet, painted with an elegant design.
《@jedi-mom :)》
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