#jyn z ships you

[jynzandtonic]

Pssssssst...

I’ll be taking up to 20 ‘ship requests today in addition to starting on love letters! Remember, the best ‘ships are built off your quirks, your passions, and the things that make you tick 🖤 Ask away xoxoxo!

#SHIPS AHOY #jyn z ships you #jynzandtonic turns 1

[jynz-andtonic]

you like self shipping and other ships at the same time?

Guilty as charged.

But I support errybody’s ship preferences or lack thereof. 🖤

#ask #anon #I ship reylo finnpoe gingerrose gingerpilot darkpilot jannahrose basically every rose ship and jannah ship I’m just a sucker for everyone #but I also self ship the fuck outta poe and din djarin and jannah and enfys nest and cassian and jyn erso and bodhi and AU dfp! kylo #and dont get me started on the clyde logan + flip zimmerman + paterson + adam sacker + charlie barber reader smut out there OOOOHWEE! #DO YOU EVEN KNOW HOW MUCH GOOD POE DAMERON AND MANDO READER INSERT IS OUT THERE ANON? DO YOU? #excuse me i’m sweating now #sw ships #self shipping #reader insert #SMUUUUT! #GLORIOUS SMUT! #jyn z abt me

[make-me-imagine]

Scenario Game - Star Wars Universe Version (Male and Female Characters)

(Link to Scenario Games Masterlist)

Rules/What you do: Just match the month/day/letter to yourself and you got yourself a cute little scenario to imagine lol. And you can also leave in the tags or comments, what your scenario is. Please consider sharing with your followers friends or mutuals :)

*I still included Cara Dune; even though I DO NOT stand by what the actress has said and her views. So this is strictly the character, separated from the actress. Also, Ahsoka is repeated twice because I could only think of 11 female characters.

Everything Tag: @criminaly-supernatural

Your Birth Month:

January: Finn /or/ Jyn Erso

February: Han Solo /or/ Bo-Katan Kryze

March: Anakin Skywalker /or/ Cara Dune*

April: Dryden Vos /or/ Rose Tico

May: Luke Skywalker /or/ Qi'ra

June: Din Djarin /or/ Ahsoka Tano

July: Ben Solo /or/ Padme Amidala

August: Obi-Wan Kenobi /or/ Koska Reeves

September: Poe Dameron /or/ Fennec Shand

October: Lando Calrissian /or/ Rey

November: Cobb Vanth /or/ Ahsoka Tano

December: Migs Mayfeld /or/ Leia Organa

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Your Birth Date:

1: Takes you to a beautiful new planet... 2: Surprises you with your favorite flowers/plant... 3: Asks you on a first date... 4: Takes care of you when you are sick... 5: Risks their life to save you... 6: Teaches you to fly a ship... 7: Gives you a token of their affection... 8: Pulls you into a bear hug... 9: Takes you on a picnic... 10: Asks you to move in with them... 11: Surprises you with your favorite food... 12: Takes care of your injuries... 13: Surprises you after being gone... 14: Teaches you how to shoot/fight... 15: Makes you breakfast in bed... 16: Writes you a love letter... 17: Asks you to marry them... 18: Wraps their arms around you from behind... 19: Tells you they love you for the first time... 20: Chastises you when you get hurt... 21: Suddenly hugs you so hard you almost fall over... 22: Teaches you to pilot a speeder bike... 23: Kisses you on the lips/head/hand whenever the pass by... 24: Gives you their jacket when you are cold... 25: Suddenly kisses you... 26: Tells you they have feelings for you... 27: Takes you on a trip... 28: Leaves you anonymous gifts... 29: Pulls you into a dance with them... 30: Makes you dinner... 31: Asks you to be their s/o...

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

First letter of your name (or Username):

A, B, C, D: Because its your birthday.

E, F, G, H: For your anniversary.

I, J, K, L: When you are reunited.

M, N, O, P: Because they are in love with you.

Q, R, S, T: As an apology.

U, V, W: Just to make you smile.

X, Y, Z: Because they have a crush on you.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

I apologize if your combination does not make sense, it is very hard and time consuming to make sure each combo works.

Please consider reblogging and sharing with others~

xx

#star wars #the mandalorian #solo #a star wars story #sw #star wars universe #star wars x reader #scenario game #star wars game #game #the mandalorian x reader #the mandalorian scenario game #star wars scenario game #sw x reader #din djarin #luke skywalker #han solo #solo: a star wars story #anakin #birthday scenario game

[shenanigans-and-imagines]

Would you be willing to do the NSFW alphabet with Cassian?

A/N: Gladly! Just as a reminder REBLOG AND COMMENT IF YOU LIKE THIS! These take just as much time as drabbles to finish and the tags hate me.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Cassian is downright clingy after sex. All he wants to do is hold you close and bury his head in your neck. He’s not letting you go for anything.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He loves your hands. He loves how they feel against his skin whether your placing a gentle touch on his cheek or digging your nails into his back. He loves how your fingers intertwine with his. It keeps him grounded in the here and now with you.

Admittedly there isn’t much about his body that Cassian really likes. It’s more of a vessel to get his head from room to room. But you’ve been making an effort to show him how much you love his body. He is starting to grow an appreciation for his jaw line, considering how many kisses you seem to lay on it.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Cassian loves nothing more than cumming in your cunt and your cunt exclusively. Even if you bring him right to the edge with your mouth, he’ll pull you away and all but beg to let him finish deep inside your pussy. He stands no chance of pulling out, he gets to lost in the feeling to pull away. And if you cum before him? He’s following you seconds after.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

You and Cassian once had sex on top of the holo table in command center.

He got back late from a mission and you were the only one still on the comms.  He hadn’t seen you in a month. So, rather than wait until your shift ended, he took you right on the table.  It was one of the most intense experience of your life. Neither of you can look at that table directly ever again.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Cassian has had a few partners over the years, but not as many as you’d think. Touch in general is borderline sacred so having enough trust in someone to sleep with them is kind of a big deal for Cassian. He’s been around enough to have experience, though.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Honestly, basically any position where he can feel your whole body pressed against his. Whether it’s your chest against his, or him bent over your back, he wants to feel every part of you. He wants to bury his face in your skin while his hands cling to you like a life line.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

That’s going to be a no in the humor department. 9/10 he’s using sex as a way to tell you things he can’t always properly put into words: I love you, I’ve missed you, I need you, I can’t lose you. You’re the one more likely to initiate playful sex and if that’s the case, he’s just there to tease you with a dry smile on his face.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He’s actually got a good amount of hair down below and doesn’t really trim it. He keeps everything clean if he can, but not much beyond that.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

I’ve said it once and I’ll say it until the end of time: CASSIAN ANDOR IS THE MOST TENDER LOVER IN THE STAR WARS FRANCHISE!!! He makes love to you every time you have sex. Whether it’s slow and sensual or fast and rough it’s all about showing you how he feels about you. It’s emotional and intense and utterly intimate.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Cassian jacks off as a form of stress release every now and then. Some times in his bunk, but most of the time in the cabin of his ship. It gives him some much needed privacy without much chance of getting interrupted. There’s some pleasure it in, but it’s almost of way to sort out his frustrations on his hand rather than you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Hair pulling.  Seriously, as soon as he’s getting anywhere near close all you have to do is rake your fingers through his hair, give it a hard tug and he’s gone.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Your bunk or his. Like I said, his goal is to make love to you every time you’re together, so having a place where he knows he can take his time is important. It’s a safe place far away from the problems of the Rebellion where he can get lost in you. A close second is his ship’s cabin.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

I’m not sure how else to phrase this except, whenever he sees you.  You guys are constantly coming and going, sometimes on missions together but often not.  It can be a few days or a few weeks between seeing each other.  But nothing really get him going like seeing you again safe and sound.  The first thing he wants to do after you give your reports is get you to his bunk as soon as possible.

A close second is anytime he sees you kick Imperial ass.  We all saw how he looked at Jyn.  You know I’m right.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Any foreplay involving you guys in Imperial uniforms.  Seriously, Cassian is fighting space Nazis, having you in a space Nazi uniform is going to do the exact opposite of turning him on.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

It really is a toss up for him between given and receiving.  He’ll never turn down a blow job and is always happy to get his mouth inbetween your legs.  

He’s also, really good at eating you out; lots of small praises and moaning vibrations on your clit.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He leans toward the slow and sensual, but it really depends on how he’s feeling.  There are times he can’t contain how much he needs you, tearing at your clothes and pulling you close to him like it’s the only thing keeping him sane.  Other times it’s like he wants to memorize every inch of your skin as he listens in reverence to the noises you make.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Quickies usually happen if you haven’t seen each other in a long time. As soon as Cassian gives his report, he grabs you by the hand and pulls you into the first empty room or cargo hold he can find and takes you against the wall. It’s fast and messy, but lacks none of the feeling. It’s also just a taste of what you’ll get later that night.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Probably, but you guys are both going to have to do all the proper research before hand.  He’s honestly pretty happy with what you’re doing now, but if you want to try new things, it doesn’t take much convincing.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

The longer Cassian and you have been away from each other, the longer he seems able to go.  If you guys haven’t seen each other in a few days, it’s one fast one against the wall followed by a more thorough love making session involving at least two orgasms on your part.

If he hasn’t seen you in weeks to a month? Well, let’s just say you had to call in sick and nobody saw either of you for almost a full twenty-four hours.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

For himself, Cassian is more acquainted with his hand.  Time away from base added to the possibility of having to leave at a moment’s notice means buying one hasn’t been on his priority list.

For the pair of you, you have a vibrator you like to bring in on occasion, but not much else.  Same rules apply to you, being constantly on the move doesn’t give you a chance to build a collection.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Not so much in the, “I’m having fun torturing you sense”.  More in the, “I want to make this last as long as possible so I don’t have to leave the feeling of your body against mine” variety.  He teases, but it’s more desperate than playful.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Years of thin walls have taught him to be quiet; however, he can’t help but moan your name against your skin mixed in with a serious of praises and cursed grunts towards the end.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He doesn’t tell you he loves you for a really long time. 

You know he does, through his actions and all the ways he tries to make you happy.  But, it takes a while for him to find the words.  He’s truly afraid that if he says those three little words out loud, it will somehow jinx everything and the galaxy will conspire to take you away from him like everyone else in his life.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Perfectly average girth with slightly above average length (6-7 inches).   But, you don’t need anything more than that.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

It’s not so much a yearning for sex as a yearning for you.  Sex is just a way to show you how he feels about you.  He’s not a man of words, he’s a man of action.  And sometimes the best way he knows to show you how much he misses you, or loves you, or needs you is to make love to you. So, with the knowledge that either of you can die the next time you’re out of each other’s sight, it’s pretty often.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Give him a few minutes to make sure you’re tucked against him with no plans on leaving and he’s out like a light.  Seriously, nothing get him to actually sleep faster than a night of love making followed by you snuggled up against him.  Nothing but pleasant dreams and darkness can follow that.

#cassian andor #cassian andor x reader #star wars #rogue one #star wars imagine #rogue one imagine #lemon

[writefightandflightclub]

Violent Delights: Chapter 6

Pairing: First Order!Poe x reader

Author’s note: This is different to the other chapters, but I hope you like it! I’ll probably fix typos tomorrow. I’m impatient.

Summary: This definitely answers that KEY QUESTION I left hanging at the end of Chapter 5! If you’re new to this story, there are MAJOR SPOILERS under the cut, so please do read the other chapters first (series masterlist here). Even if you’ve been following, you may want to recap Chapter 5 first! 

Song inspo: Oh, in my ears / My blood is just roaring / When he's the only one I've ever wanted / I suppose that's just the way it is / Just to think this could be / The last time I hold you, hold you / Ever again / Oh, I don't think I'll ever sleep till / Morning. (Nicole Aitken, The Way It Is)

Warnings: 18+ only, dark fic. This is nowhere near as dark as the preceding chapters but still some warnings: OOC!Poe, FO!Poe, Violence inc: injuries! shooting! Explicit language. Mentions of: torture / sex / death / poison! Let me know if I missed any others.

Taglist: @aussiefangirlwolfy, @localashe, @fictionalcharactersownme, @a-somehow-functioning-dumbass, @itsamedeemoney, @woakiees​​ @tintinwrites​@jyn-z-solo​ @spaghetti-666​ @kittyofalltrades​ @planetpoes (TAGLIST OPEN- let me know if you wish to be added / removed)

Word Count: 6K. Yikes.

GIF by @solorenskywalker​

It hurts you. Somehow, it hurts you.

And yet, you are solidified in place, no wound observable.

The moment slows almost to a halt as you register the shot.

Dameron is hit.

The blast hits first. Then, shock, pain, and anger strike all at once, eddying between you and the Commander like the swell of a vicious storm, the air charged and practically humming. At first, his rage at this insulting wound sunk into his flesh is so vital that an immediate hope blooms in your chest; how can he be fatally hurt if he seems so alive? Then; something alien surfaces in his eyes. Something which looks a lot like fear. He delivers an agonised moan, already sounding hollowed out, and your fleeting hope wanes with him.

He unfists his hands from your clothing as he moves to clutch his shoulder in agony. He is cleaved from you and you are split in two, in every figurative way possible. You are ruptured by the blast like a fault line snaking beneath an ocean. This boiling rage is subdued only by the heavy, cooling sea of grief with threatens to depress you down on to your knees. You are torn, the desire to erupt in retaliation on behalf of your “enemy” in stark opposition to your need to sink with your lover. You want to fall to the floor with him. To your knees. To hold him. No question. But if you try and help him, Barret might shoot you too.

The indecision burns you.

It hurts you, this shot.

But it hurts Dameron more.

The commander groans, creaks beneath the weight of this pain. It presses down on him and his body curls in on itself as he creeps further towards a colourless exit, the knives in his eyes blunted. There is no vivid, crimson tide of blood to warn you of death incoming. Not this time. This is death pouncing from the long grass like a whip crack. The predator no-one saw coming.

The commander’s face contorts in a rendition of agony, his face almost beautiful with it. But this is not the kind of pain he has made his friend. This is pain without pleasure. And, since you can’t reach out to him, pain without comfort.

The cruellest pain of all.

“No. No. No.” you repeat -almost inaudibly- as Dameron sinks to his knees. You feel like he’s sinking into the depths of a cold, dark sea. Sinking out of reach.

His dark, tempestuous eyes are directed up at you, teeth gritted, lips sucked thin as agony grips him. On his knees like this, he could easily appear like a beast defeated; defanged and declawed. But there is some fight left in his eyes yet. Enough for him to try and spur you into action. “Time to go, Rebel. You fly, he guns, understand?”

You don’t understand. How can you comprehend leaving him like this?

His voice is shot with gravel, full of holes, but it still speaks its way into the depths of you. “Now. Go!, he insists, his voice winding its way around your bones and pulling you into motion, as if he holds the reins in the palm of his hand. As if he can bend you to his will, even now.

He has been dragging you to him all this time and now he urges you to leave, as if he’s unaware of the strength it will take to release yourself from his orbit; from his gravity. But staying isn’t helping him. In fact, it’s worse than that, you’re a danger to him every second you’re still on this ship. You know too much. He needs you gone from his sky.

You obey reluctantly, giving him the smallest of nods, letting your trembling fingertips drag ever so gently, subtly along his jaw as you turn towards the TIE. You move with strings still on you, dragging you back to him and making each step feel like you are wading through mud.

Progressing towards the craft, you are vaguely aware of Barret barking at you, calling you in to the interior of the fighter. You clamber up the ladder and into the tight cockpit just as Troopers swarm into the hangar, the blaster shots bouncing off the ship’s exterior. Your shaking hands hover above the ignition controls, ready to punch it. Instead, you wait. You wait until you are assured that the Troopers have made their way over to the vicinity of the Commander. You wait until the last possible second.

With a final glance through the transparisteel windshield, you look down at his now stilled form on the ground below you. His crown of pitch-dark curls and his uniform-clad body splayed out -helpless- over the cold floor. You don’t know if it was a killing shot. Without a crimson tide of blood, you can’t tell if Dameron’s still alive. But you do know that you have to go, regardless. With a sharp growl of regret, of anguish, you boost the ship out of the swiftly closing gap in the hangar doors. Just in the nick of time.

And so, you fly.

You fly with a pounding heart, blood raging in your ears. You fly, so enraged with your passenger that you are tempted to crash the ship just to make him pay. But there is nothing around you. No ground, no sky. Nothing to cling on to. Just a loss. An emptiness. Just space. You fly away from him, like a satellite released from its orbit. Equally lost and purposeless in the endless dark. 

From out of the darkness, the thought of the Resistance base should be calling out to you right now like a beacon. A beacon inviting you home, now that you are finally free. But you’ve never before had to escape somewhere you wanted to be and return to somewhere you were no longer sure you belonged. The thought of retuning to base with Barret suddenly seems incomprehensible. And so, when you’re clear of the fleet, you don’t know what else to do except keep flying. No destination in mind, except away.

Flying. Simply flying away, is all you try to focus on. But all you can think about is turning the blasted ship back around. Flying toward him. Following those strings the commander has tied on to you which extend across space, drawing you back to him.

But you know that’s untenable. You fly, and it’s likely a good thing that the Order is in chaos, that the chain of command is interrupted. Otherwise, you’re not sure how -or if- you’d manage to lose the pursuing fleet. Not in your current state of fury. Not with Barret’s meagre attempt at gunning, through intermittent groans of pain.

Somehow, you shake them regardless. As the remaining TIEs abandon pursuit, you hear Barret breathe a sigh of relief from the gunner position behind you. The reminder of Barret’s presence is enough to make your hands tighten so hard on the controls that your fingernails dig crescents into your palms. To make your chest tighten.

Then: “They track these things. Did you disable the tracker?” he asks you.

You are loathe to acknowledge him. Even so, you fiddle with the dash until you’re satisfied that the Order can no longer trace you. You cut the strings leading back to him and you feel that you’ve just cut a lifeline. That suddenly you’re lost to liminal space, in-between anywhere and anyone you’ve ever considered home. Still ruptured in two. The feeling sets a hollowness in the pit of you, like you are a ripe fruit which has been scooped out by a cool spoon.

“Affirmative. Plotting a course to base.” You confirm in monotone, all emotion scrubbed from your voice.

“I can’t believe I got such a lucky shot at that bastard.” Barret continues, his voice sickeningly jovial and full of relief.

You feel like you might throw-up.

“Don’t speak. Save your strength.” You say curtly, inordinately thankful that you are back-to-back in the TIE. At least you don’t have to look at him. At least he can’t look at you – can’t get a read on the emotions you would be incapable of obscuring right now.

Still, as you programme your course you feel like his eyes are roving over you, all the same. You feel like he’s poking around inside you, wondering what’s wrong with you. You can imagine the gears in his brain working in an attempt to figure out why your reactions seem off, to unearth whatever happened to you on that ship. Whatever tortures you may have been subjected to. You can imagine him retrospectively register the bite marks on your neck, the cuts to your hands. The blood on your face and clothing. You practically feel his thought process creep over you in the cockpit like a cold chill.

“What happened to you?” Barret asks then, ever so softly, his voice heavy with the implication of imagined atrocities.

“It’s not my blood. It’s Hux’s. I killed him.” You say, hoping to deflect from exactly what happened to you on that ship.  

Barret hoots with laughter, and the sound jarrs you. You hear his hand slapping against his thigh in celebration. “Wow, we really fucked the Order over today, partner. Hux and Dameron dead!” Barret reaches behind him to squeeze your shoulder and you flinch away as if you are afraid of his touch; as if you don’t deserve it; as if he disgusts you. Perhaps all of those things.

“You don’t know that Dameron’s dead.” You bite off without thinking, molten tears of rage threatening at the corner of your eyes. The break in your voice is giving too much away. Emotion floods the cracks in your words like tributaries joining the churn of an unstoppable river. You can’t choke back the sob which follows.

Barret’s voice softens so much that you want to wring his neck to choke the pity out of it. “Did Dameron... hurt you?”. That’s why he thinks you’re crying, then? Because you can’t be certain that the commander’s dead, and surely you must want him dead for the terrible, unspeakable things he enacted upon you?

The truth might be even more unspeakable. The truth that you’re a traitor. The truth that you’d sell your soul to have the commander do those things to you all over again. To have him fuck you and hurt you and hold you. The truth that, yes, he did hurt you, buy you liked it. Barret doesn’t understand that you’re wretched with a crushing and unexpected grief at the thought that it may never happen again. Not since Barret did what you should have had the sense to do all that time ago. Not since Barret shot the commander.

You hope Barret doesn’t notice the course of the ship waver as your hands slip on the controls. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

The close air of the TIE is suddenly thick with a loaded silence as the ship shudders back along its trajectory. As you regain control of yourself and the craft.

Barret, however, does not relent for long. “Do you think when we get back to base we’ll be welcomed as heroes?” The question simply makes your stomach turn. You refuse to pluck at the question while it hangs there, ripe, and so it becomes a rotten thing in the air between you. You feel that chill creep over you again, as if Barret is reaching inside of you, panning for your secrets. No escape within the confines of this ship.

You think back to the last time you were confined with Barret. It seems so long ago that you hunkered in that stakeout room, tracking that shipment and thirsting hard for the commander. The commander who had consumed you with just one bite. Now, mere days later, your partner seems like a stranger and your enemy seems like your lover. You indulged your appetite for that tempting, delicious darkness; you were willingly suckered into Dameron’s honeyed trap. And now that you have been given a taste, you should feel sated. But the truth is you would gladly open your mouth and drink more of that darkness down. You’d drink it until you were spoiled and loathsome with it.

The most disconcerting aspect of these tumultuous events is how little you know yourself. What you are capable of. What you crave and how far you will wade in to the darkness to get it. You know these are your mistakes, your weaknesses to atone for. You know that despite what you’re feeling now, Barret doesn’t deserve your hate. A part of you still knows that. Knows that, objectively, he’s simply a good guy who shot a bad man. That objectively, you should still be on his side. You know you owe it to him to take him home. At the very least.

An older, softer part of you resurfaces as you hear Barret grunting behind you with a fresh wave of pain. It’s likely that the initial burst of adrenaline is wearing off and he is beginning to suffer.  

“You’re hurt.”

“I’ll be ok. My stomach is hurting like a bitch, though.”

In all the chaos, you’d given little thought to the extent of his injuries, until now. So, next, you ask a question you’re not sure you truly want an answer to. “What happened to you, Barret?”

There is a beat. He replies in a small voice. “The kinda stuff our training tried to prepare us to resist.” His answer is vague but loaded. That’s enough. That’s enough to understand what they’d subjected him to. Guilt flares in the pit of you, knowing that while he was being tortured, you were indulging your darker whims. Knowing how much you were enjoying yourself while he suffered. Enjoying yourself at his expense, when you could have been trying to get him out of there.

So, you still can feel guilt, then? You still know that, on some level, it was wrong. Maybe there is something of the Rebel left in you, somewhere. Buried under the landslide of darkness. But you know there is little chance of that part of you clawing itself out when your next thought is of the commander. When your whole body clenches around the memory of him, clings on to it. You think of how he can torture you in an entirely different way, until you’re begging for mercy. A part of you feels you’d raze everything you ever loved to the ground for a chance to beg him again.

Still, you’re curious. You’re curious whether your commander was involved in Barret’s torture. Perhaps so that you can weigh precisely how much you should loathe yourself. “Troopers, or one of the higher-ups?” you ask, trying to keep your voice level, void of feeling.

“Troopers mainly. Some droids, doctors…” Barret trails off, remembering. “Though, it’s funny, really. Dameron came to my room this morning. Told me -don’t worry- it would all be over for me today. Guess the joke’s on him. The bastard.” Barret’s voice sounds darker, more malicious than you’ve ever heard it.

“He came to your room? This morning?” Something about that doesn’t sit quite right with you, leaves you uneasy. Dameron doesn’t do anything much unless there’s something in it for him, you’re learning. Maybe the games he has been playing aren’t quite over yet. Is it wrong to relish that thought?

“He visited a couple of times. To mindfuck me, from what I can gather. Yesterday he tried to make me swallow some horrible lies about you. To make me think I was alone, I guess- to get some intel out of me. Today… well, he brought me my daily rations and told me it was all over. Well, fuck him, he’s dead.”

Panic flutters in your stomach. You try to remain steady on the flight controls, to calm your breathing. You know Barret doesn’t fully appreciate the implications of his words. Of the commander’s actions. But you might.

You have two burning questions you need answers to.

The first: How much did Dameron tell Barret?

The second: What did he feed him?

Your mind pores over any detail of Barret you can remember from the escape to establish which question is most pressing. You hark back to the sheen of sweat on his forehead, the glassiness of his infuriatingly concerned eyes. The way he was clutching at his stomach. More than being injured; Barret looked ill.

Realisation strikes you, and if you didn’t feel guilty before, you sure as hell do now. You can’t be sure, of course. But somehow you know. You’d bet that the commander had fed Barret some juicy, ripe, red fruit.

Bile rises in your throat, but you force yourself to gloss over your voice with a kind tone. To paint your face with a soft, reassuring smile. “Why don’t you try and get some rest, huh? You’ve been through it.” Your passenger hums, considering your proposition. “If I divert the power from the interior electrics into the thrusters, I can get us back to base a little faster than expected. If you don’t mind flying in the dark?”

Flying in the dark is all you’ve been doing ever since the commander hit your life and turned it upside down, like a hurricane. Ans it turns out you’re still caught in his wake. You can’t tell if you’re soaring or if you’re about to crash and burn.

“Yeah.” Barret reaches a hand around to squeeze your arm again and it is like a hand rising out of a grave. His hand is cold. You resist the urge to flinch away, despite the chill it sends down your spine. “Oh, and, partner? Thank you for rescuing me.”

You bite your lips between your teeth. You’re not sure if that statement could possibly be further from the truth of what happened. Hadn’t you doomed him, right from the start? From that first bite the commander took of you? A throwaway “You don’t need to thank me.” is all you can muster.

Barret curls himself in his chair and you are grateful to fly on in silence. Now that the affront of him is over, you suddenly realise how tense you are, how the emotions wracking you are beginning to take their toll. You can’t explain how it was more comforting to be in the arms of your enemy than trapped in the confines of this ship with someone you’d let down so badly. You owe it to Barret to try and make part of this right.

Don’t you?

An alternative option niggles at you, hiding somewhere beyond protocol, beyond the rules and conventions and obligations. Then you think that, perhaps, it’s a good thing for Barret that you can’t be sure if Dameron’s dead, after all. Because if you knew that he was, you don’t think you could find the compassion or strength to try to bring your partner home. You think you might seek retribution, in the end.

Regardless, you fly. You try and allow the darkness of the cockpit to swallow you. As if Barret is not sitting there, as if Dameron never marked you. You try and push it all down, but the commander did mark you. He’s branded you as his. He’d told you “don’t forget you’re mine”, and now his words are wrapped around your bones. His words will be buried with you. And every time you try and escape, your thoughts orbit back to him. His mouth swallowing your hot core, his hands delivering delicious tortures, his cock pumping into you. Most of all: those dark eyes, like shadowed planets you would kill to be marooned on again.

Left to the dark and the dark alone, your thoughts are consumed by him. That is, until you reach your destination, and swing your craft around in the air to bring her in for touch down. Until you approach base and spot that something isn’t right. Until you see the thick pillars of smoke billowing into the air.

“No. No. No.” You plead to no-one in particular, your protestations and erratic flying drawing Barret abruptly from his sleep.

You land harshly on the runway, avoiding blast holes and charred ground, and scramble hurriedly from the ship. Your feet relentlessly pound the tarmac until you’re in the centre of it all, scanning the scene around you with eyes wide.

No-one comes running to greet you or shoot at you. No-one is left. You look around you, surveying for damages. Surveying for bodies, you realise. That the X-wings and larger crafts are gone from the hangar provides some immediate comfort. Signs of a likely evacuation. Then, your eyes pick out the remains of familiar munitions, the tell-tale shell of a downed and lightly smoking TIE fighter.

The strike was committed by the Order. While you were taken. You shake your head in disbelief. It can’t possibly be a coincidence -not after everything that has happened. That means the Order somehow found out the location of the base while you were captive… but you hadn’t…

Oh. Oh.

You put the pieces together and turn back to Barret in disbelief. He has now come to stand several paces from you on the runway. Laughably, you know you must look betrayed when your eyes meet his. In one hand he grips a blaster and the other hand waves around defensively. No, he doesn’t look well. Now that you’re truly seeing him, he doesn’t look well at all. A sheen of sweat covers Barret’s face, his eyes red-rimmed, tears seeding at the corners. He instantly recognises the accusation in your eyes, in your stance.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” he professes, voice trembling. “I wasn’t strong enough. I hoped we’d make it back before the Order could put the intel to use. Or that we’d disrupted their plans. That maybe no-one would need to know.”.

“You sold the base out?” you spit with utter disgust, looking Barret over like he’s scum.  

Apparently, neither of you were returning to base as heroes after all.

He meets your question with silence, which says it all.

“Don’t you have anything to say for yourself?” You are yelling now. “You let the Resistance down! You betrayed them!”

You’re so angry that it feels like your blood is boiling beneath your skin. Your breath is ragged, your thoughts swirling. You feel darkness crowding at the edges of you. You feel like you are sucking it up through your fingertips, draining your surroundings of it. Feeling it course through you, like the hum of static before a storm. Barret betrayed the Resistance. He did this. And you’re so angry that you can’t see straight.

You are devoid of any sympathy or empathy for him. You’re so angry at him, of course, because you’re angry at yourself. If you can berate him for being a traitor you will take it, if it makes what you did seem to pale into insignificance.

Instinctually, although you are stood some distance away, you lift your arm as if you could simply reach out and choke Barret. Make him pay for his weakness. Your arm extended towards him, you have the desperate urge to just close your grip and crush. “I wish I could just…”

You are as shocked as Barret when he physically clasps his throat and starts wheezing, his eyes wide and afraid. It shocks you enough for you to drop your arm and physically step back from him. You shrink back from the look he’s giving you as he processes what just happened, raising his blaster arm unsteadily toward you. He looks at you questioningly. He looks at you as if he’s looking at a stranger.

All you can do is look back at him. You look Barret dead in the eyes, and you must reveal just too much. Because, if it’s possible, Barret pales even further, his eyes swimming with disbelief.

“It’s true, isn’t it? I’m not the only one who let down the Resistance, am I?” His voice is so thick with disgust that you can’t bring yourself to keep looking at him. To keep facing what you did.

“The things Dameron told me yesterday. They’re true.”

“What?” you say weakly, a pitiful attempt to backtrack, but you already know it’s futile. You’ve been found out. And you might be a traitor but you’re not a liar.

“You fucked the enemy.” Barret spits. “While I was being tortured in that cell. You could have stopped this.” He yells, gesturing around to the scene of devastation which envelops you. And, in his anger he overdoes it - ends up clutching his stomach in evident pain.

There is nothing you can say. No protestation you can muster. You had been angry and ashamed at yourself, but when confronted with it, you find a small, absurd part of you which is proud of it. Which has no desire to deny it. To apologise for it. Barret may have caved in to weakness, but you found power on that ship. Whilst he may dish out judgement, with the commander you had found understanding. Affinity.

Barret’s blaster wavered with the fresh burst of pain but now he has it pointed back at you, trained intently on you. “I didn’t want to believe Dameron. I didn’t at first.”, he bites off, chewing on his words. “But I promised him that if it was true, I’d kill you both myself. I picked your bastard boyfriend off earlier- so I guess I just need to make good on the other half of my promise, eh, traitor?”

You’re getting sick of this righteous bastard already. Hadn’t he been weak? Hadn’t he caved too? Maybe all rebels were simply hypocrites.Maybe the Order were on to something.

Then, of all the things you should say or ask right now, the next question out of your mouth is entirely self-indulgent. “What did he say?” you ask slowly, stringing out your words. In no rush. You have all the time in the world. Unlike your partner.

“What?!” Barret replies in utter confusion.

“What did he say when you promised to kill me? Because given that he poisoned you I don’t think he was too happy with you about something.” You know it’s wrong, that it’s too cruel, but you can’t help that your eyes flash with a perverse kind of satisfaction as you watch the realisation play over Barret’s face.

Is that why? Is that why the commander has poisoned your fellow rebel? To protect you? Because he threatened you? Oh, how a part of you hopes that’s true.

His blaster arm wavers again, and Barret is so weak of body and wrapped up in turmoil that you are able to walk towards him and take the blaster easily, gently from his hand. You look into his eyes, your voice steely, suddenly not feeling worthless or ashamed at all. Not anymore. Maybe you were cut out for these games, after all. “You don’t look so hot, Barret. So maybe we agree that we both made some mistakes on that ship, yes?” Barret considers your words carefully and then nods, and it acts as a meanwhile truce of sorts. You keep your tone impartial. “I’d suggest that if you want me to help you, you should take a seat. Before you drop. I’ll see if there’s anything left of the med bay.”

“You’re going to help me?” Barret looks at you in confusion.

“Yes, I’m going to help you. I’m not a monster.”

The way he looks at you in response signals that he thinks otherwise. You huff out a breath, perturbed by the condemnation. And so, for the second time that day, you aren’t able to offer comfort to someone in need. Instead, you sling Barret’s blaster on to your belt and jog towards the med bay. Barret’s only hope is that there are some shots left which haven’t been blown-up or cleared-out.

You move as fast as you’re able, gathering whatever supplies you can, but by the time you return, Barret is lying still on the runway.

You are too late.

Barret is the third body you’ve had lying at your feet that day. Three enemies, in the end. One of whom was a lover, and one of whom was a friend.

Despite what Barret had done, you feel no satisfaction in his fate. You sigh deeply and turn your head into your shoulder. You don’t look. You try not to look. All you can do is drag him into the hangar and cover him over, paying final respects to the fallen Resistance member.

Now, you are truly alone.

Feeling somewhat numb, you wander around base, confirming there are no signs of life left at all. Passing collapsed buildings, smoking craters, and remnants of devastation. You act on autopilot, and before you know where you’re walking to, you’ve reached the canteen, picking up some remaining rations and stuffing your face. Then, before you realise it, you’ve meandered across base and stand at the spot where your quarters should be.

All that’s left is a shell.

Suddenly, it’s as if you dropped the bombs yourself. As if you’ve intentionally obliterated everything you used to know and used to be beyond all recognition. You pick through the rubble, try to leaf through the ashes, but nothing at all remains. Still nothing to cling on to.

In your wandering, your quest for solace of some kind, the next place you find yourself is General Leia’s room. Hers remains intact. You find it empty, but her presence is there in all the tiny details. The uniform hanging up by the small closet, the table covered in datapads and holo equipment. Her comb and tumbler of water on the nightstand.

You dearly hope that she’s safe.

Being as quiet as possible, as if she’s sleeping there and you might disturb her, you perch yourself on the edge of her bed, grabbing her blanket and tugging it around your shoulders. You let yourself dwell on all the ways you’ve let her down, the ways you may yet break her heart, and you will the grief to hit you. But it doesn’t. You feel like you should be primed to lie down and cry, letting sobs wrack you. But there’s nothing. Only numbness. Perhaps, deep down, you feel you don’t deserve Leia’s comfort. Perhaps, deep down, you’re not truly sorry. Perhaps you are still too ruptured to start healing. Perhaps all of these things.

At least, sitting still allows the exhaustion to hit you. Still, you don’t feel like you could sleep. You feel restless. A lost celestial object with no course and no orbit. A dark, unlit moon. So, you continue your wandering, digging out some fresh clothes and taking a shower, the cool water sluicing Hux’s blood away. It circles down the drain in a crimson vortex. You redress and rewrap Leia’s blanket around your shoulders.

Without knowing where exactly you’re headed next, you find your feet gravitating towards the TIE fighter, which you half-landed and half-crashed into the tarmac.

Of course.

It’s the closest you can be to him right now.

You clamber inside, the snug cockpit encasing you. And then, finally, the rush of feelings hits you. You remember the Troopers swarming around his still form and it’s as if a vice clamps down on your chest. You imagine the chaos on the ship, the discovery of General Hux, washed up on that crimson tide of blood. You remember how it felt to kill him, and then to have the commander exalt you and kiss you and rail into you. You picture how it should have gone; General Dameron sitting coolly, smugly on the bridge. Taking Hux’s place, knowing exactly what he’d done. What you’d done. Sitting there as calm and devastating as the eye of a storm.

You screw your eyes shut tight against the thought you know will follow.

Is he alive?

And, as you close your eyes, various thoughts and faces eddy through the blackness, coming and receding like waves. As you focus in on each of them, in turn, it is as if you are slipping into a current, or a hyper stream; as if you can follow the tide which might lead you to them. One thought begins to jump out at you, tugging at you like a riptide, causing your mind to drift towards it.

Leia?

You reach out with your mind, searching for her energy. You can’t explain it, but you feel that maybe you can establish where they’ve evacuated to.

At least you think that’s where your heart is reaching out to. But wait; it’s not Leia. It’s something connected, but something darker.

Kylo.

Your eyes shoot open in fright and you startle in your seat. For a moment, it’s as if you have linked to him, as if his face is blinking in front of you. He looks just as surprised as you feel. You recoil in terror. For a good while, you sit motionless in the cold shell of the TIE, as if Kylo is a creature hunting you and any small movement might allow him to pounce. You don’t know how long you sit there, heart racing, and your fingernails digging into your knees threatening to draw blood.

You just touched something so deeply dark. Something frightening. Something you are not quite ready to face.

You don’t know how much time passes, but you sit there, practically frozen, until a blue light begins to blink on the dashboard of the TIE. Your curiosity overriding your fear, you press the button. It’s a holo, patching through.

A cool, rich voice resounds through the cockpit of the TIE.

“It’s General Dameron here.”

Your relief is palpable – a fluttering in your chest. A smile which begins in the pit of you and blooms through your whole body. You hold your breath until you’re sure you can believe what you’re seeing. Your eyes pore over the holo, trying to establish where he is, how he is. He looks as though he may be patched up and lying in a med bay.

“Maybe you thought you could run or hide from me, Rebel, but Kylo -the space bloodhound- tells me he found you.” He looks off to the side of him. “You don’t mind if I call you that, do you, Supreme Leader?”

His voice is still full of holes, shot through with gravel. But he’s alive. You’re sure you can see the hint of a shark smile spread over his features. He dips his head slightly towards the camera droid at that moment, lowering his voice just a touch, his eyes narrowing. Unconsciously you lean in toward the transmission. “So, Killer. As you know, Hux is dead, and you’re responsible.” He leans in even further and even through the holo his intense eyes bore into you. “But I’m very much alive. So, I just needed you to know...” he exhales a breath and bites his bottom lip as if his next thought amuses him. “...that I’m gonna be coming for you.”

Whether his statement is a threat or a promise, you can’t be sure. However, you know that the games are far from over. Whilst tomorrow you may need to figure out your next move, for now, you finally feel like you could cry and you could sleep.

You lean back in the pilot’s chair and allow yourself a deep, relieving breath. And yet again, you can’t hold back your own resplendent shark smile.

You press the button to reverse the transmission before sending a message back to General Dameron.

“Bring it on, General Dameron. I’m ready for you.”

He’s alive.

It’s not over yet.

As much as you would like to run back to him, you know now, more than ever, that you have to return home to the Resistance - to see if it’s still where your heart is. Or whether you have any heart left at all. Then, if you happen to discover that your heart does belong to the darkness after all, at least you know the darkness is coming for you. And at least then, you will truly know that you are ready for it.

You lean back in the seat and close your eyes, allowing your relief to wrap around you -like a blanket- as the darkness holds you and rocks you to sleep.

To be continued (Chapter SEVEN coming soon!)

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[briamarie38]

STAR WARS ASK

I know this is for people to send things in your ask box but I don’t get asks... so, I’mma just fill it out for fun!

A:  Favorite character? Cassian (Or Atton...)

B.  Favorite Jedi? Meetra Surik (The Exile)

C.  A Couple You Ship? Rebelcaptain, duh

D.  Best Trilogy? Original

E.  Best Show? Mandolorian 

F. Favorite Sith? REVAN!!!

G. A Character You Never Cared For But Love Now? Anakin

H.  A Character You Used To Love But Don’t Care For Now? Luke Skywalker

I.   Best Clone? N/A

J.  A Character You Hate? Palpatine

K.  Overrated Character? Threepio

L.  Underrated Character? Padme (they did her dirty)

M.  A Couple You Don’t Ship? Pass

N.  An Underused Character? Chewie

O.  Favorite Droid? Every single one except Threepio

P.   Best Duo? As partners not ship: Anakin/Ahsoka & Jyn/Cassian

Q.  Any Rare pairs? Nah, I’m boring

R.  Saddest Death? Kaytu

S.  Best Moment? Anytime the X-Wings come in for a save

T.  Favorite Species? Ithorians but I think that’s just nostalgia from KotOR

U. Favorite Planet? Manaan

V. Favorite Clone Wars Arc? N/A

W. Favorite Rebels Arc? N/A

X. Movies or Shows? Movies

Y. Do You Like The Sequels? Yes

Z. Best Friendship? Han/Chewie, Kay/Cassian, Poe/Finn (sucker for the bromance, I guess)... there are no female/female interactions/friendships in canon... 

#rebelcaptain

[alicewhitethp]

Rebelcaptain Valentines Fic Rec Week

Day 5: Epilogue

Most of what we write in this ship is epilogue, by nature. If we want to continue the story of our faves and keep it in-universe, it has to be an epilogue. As such there are so many good ones out there, but one of my favorites is one that kicks off with a bang. Instead of everyone waking up on Yavin together, Jyn wakes up stranded and alone. What follows is part mission fic, part emotional heart to hearts, all Rebelcaptain goodness. Jyn and Cassian undercover at a party? Jyn in a dress? Pretending to make out to avoid getting caught? YES YES YES. Go read Runaways if you haven’t already, or re-read it like I just did. Thanks @ohstardustgirl

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14751545#main

(Ps I’m literallyliterary on ao3)

#fanfiction #trcnficrec #star wars #rogue one #rebelcaptain

[lavellenchanted]

for the meme you posted before eurovision: zoom edition, A, G, K, P?

A - Ships that you currently like a lot

I mean I’m always a slut for Steve/Peggy and Harry/Luna, but I’ve got a Jyn/Cassian fic half written and one percolating for Thor/Sif so I’ve been thinking a lot more about them recently. And I do pop into the Finn/Rey tag fairly often. 

G -  Have you ever had an OTP? If so, do you remember your first one? Who was in it?

I think we all know I have a lot of OTPs. I think my first one has to be Usagi x Mamoru from Sailor Moon - I vividly remember watching the anime as a 6 year old and being very upset because Mamoru had gone on a date with Rae when clearly he was meant to be Usagi and why did they not know this

K - What character has your favourite development arc/the best development arc?

Ohhh man that’s tough ... there are so many that have had such wonderful development! I mean, I love Steve’s arc from being the soldier sacrificing his life for peace to being able to lay down his shield and claim some peace and a life for himself, and similarly I will fight people over Eowyn’s development from someone seeking death to someone who wants to preserve life. And I just rewatched Rogue One the other day and oh man, all the arcs in that film are gold. But honestly my initial reaction was Zuko - his growth as a character was so good and so beautifully written. 

P - Invent a random AU for any fandom (we always need more ideas).

WELL since I was musing on it the other day may I suggest a modern Persuasion AU where Peggy and Steve met when they were at university, fell in love and got engaged - but Michael convinced Peggy to end it. They were both so young, and so poor, and while Steve was joining the army and was going to be away for months if not years at a time and in danger every minute, Peggy was applying to join MI5. The conflict of interest alone meant it was no basis for a long-term relationship.

Eight years later, Peggy, one of MI5′s top agents is paired with former US Captain turned SHIELD agent Steve for an assignment. When they find that nearly a decade hasn’t been enough to get over everything they felt for one another, they have to ask if it’s possible to move past all the hurt and longing to try again.

(Also alternatively just a straight up Regency-set Persuasion AU, with Peggy having to think about her family’s status and Steve a poor Naval officer who has signed up to stop Napoleon.)

A-Z fandom asks

#thanks livia!! #thesokovianaccords

[politicalmamaduck]

Rules: Answer the 25 questions and tag some people you think might like to play.

I was tagged by @southsidestory, thank you so much!

1. When did you start shipping Reylo?

TFA--January 2016.

2. Favourite Reylo moment?

The kiss!

3. Three words to describe Reylo?

Passionate, desperate, longing.

4. Favourite thing about Reylo?

All of it, but particularly how they don’t conform to stereotypical, patriarchal gender norms/roles.

5. Favourite character?

Leia Organa

6. Favourite droid?

BB-8

7. Favourite planet?

Naboo

8. Favourite spaceship?

Padme’s Naboo cruiser.

9. Favourite alien species?

The Chiss, without a doubt.

10. Favourite actor/actress?

Carrie Fisher

11. How did you get into Star Wars?

I wanted to see TPM when it came out in theaters! My mom thought my brother and I needed to watch the OT first, however.

12. Most memorable Star Wars moment?

I’m just going to steal what @southsidestory said: “The hand touch in TLJ. I remember sitting in the theater thinking, ‘Is this happening? Is this actually happening right now??’”

13. Anakin Skywalker or Darth Vader?

Vader.

14. Ben Solo or Kylo Ren?

Ben Solo.

15. OT, PT or ST?

OT

16. TLJ or ESB?

TLJ

17. ROTS or ANH?

ANH

18. ROTJ or TFA?

ROTJ

19. TPM or TROS?

TPM

20. Rogue One or Solo?

Rogue One!

21. Favourite quote?

Right now I’ll go with “Always in motion is the future.”

22. Favourite meme?

I don’t think I have one?

23. Favourite gif?

Any of Leia rolling her eyes, hahaha.

24. If you could change one thing about the Skywalker Saga what would it be?

Whatever happened to Ben at the end of TROS.

25. Top 3 Star Wars movies?

1. ROTJ

2. Rogue One

3. TLJ

I shall tag, with no obligations and anyone should and may play along: @thewayofthetrashcompactor, @shmisolo, @reylotrashcompactor, @aionimica, @shelikespretties, @mnemehoshiko, @the-reylo-void, @thrawnisbae, @jeenonamit, @jyn-z-solo, and @lenuca! <3

#tag memes #star wars #reylo #about me

[gizkasparadise]

Do you have any fic recs for Star Wars?

Sure! here’s a couple of my all-time favorites:* means it’s complete

pre TLJ

*no one can stop me, not even gravity or NASA by magneticwavehan/leia, hands-down my favorite star wars fic i’ve come across. i was w h e e z i n g throughout the whole damn thing. just perfect

*those immortal dead by notbecauseofvictoriesgen fic. YOU WANT PADME ANGSTY LEGACY HERE’S YOUR PADME ANGSTY LEGACY FIC

*darkness follows by astolatgen fic, luke + rey centric. came out shortly after TFA and i remember just going “Damn” at that ending

*a proud, unpleasant sort of man by angel_deuxhan/leia and jyn/cassian. hilarious and everything i could want from these two ships interacting

*long way home series by noelia_gjyn/cassian, the rogue one crew, and a fuck load of feelings*you are my single silence by amillionsmileschirrut/baze, the best fic i have ever read of this ship. so beautiful AND THEM LAST LINES

*interludes for two by jennyquillfinn/rey. every single thing i love about this ship in a oneshot

*once a rogue by stickskyp/jaina, and every fucking thing i love about that ship

*we’re a mirror pair, me and you by bittersnakereylo, academia!au where ONE IS NOT A STUDENT?! my heart!!!! math puns. emojis. an office plant

*charcoal by luvkuraireylo, the modern au you’re looking for if you’re not looking for a fluffy modern au

*the moon, the sun, and the star inbetween by silvershinereylo. look it’s a miracle to get me to like kid!fic in and of itself, and this is such a great ride with great dynamics

the great big no by dietplainlitereylo, the 90s music AU to end all music AUs. so so good, with creative roles for all the star wars people in a modern setting

the purest place in the galaxy by clockworkcourierreylo, one of the first fics for this ship i read and still one of my favorites

post TLJ

and the path was a circle by tatertatrareylo, only a few chapters in but i already am 800% here for what this fic is offering

into the heart of the force by starforgedreylo, role-reversal fic where rey is the student that betrayed luke

ashes in our wake by anythingtomakeyoustayreylo. this is the AU you’ve been looking for (accepting a certain offer)

my favorite people and you should read all their shit:

@ignitesthestars​ / ignitesthestars on ao3@starforged​ / starforged on ao3@mnemehoshiko​ / bittersnake on ao3@thereminnsonata​ / anythingtomakeyoustay on ao3

#reylo #rebelcaptain #han/leia #star wars #fanfic #asks! #finnrey #gizkarec #!my post #Anonymous

[jynzandtonic]

I think I know the answer to this buuuuuut who would you ship me (E) with? Which boy (other than Kyle Ron who we know is Empress’s soulmate) 😈😘

Oh. Oh my GOD. Do we need options?! WE MIGHT NEED OPTIONS HERE. Also LOLOLOLOL KYLE RON KITH LORD

Do I ship you with Ronnie Peterson? Is he gonna be the one to make you squirt while you watch The Clone Wars? Is he gonna make you weird noodle-based dinners when you feel chaotic? Are you destined to argue over bookshelves in Ikea together because you need more storage space for your shared Star Wars paraphernalia?  

Do I ship you with Clyde Logan? Do you need to be curled up with that big bear while you read and do art and study? Is this a sweetie x sweetie relationship? Are you going to plant a lovely little garden in front of the trailer together? Are you going to foster every stray animal in Boone County?

OR UH.. DO I SHIP YOU WITH MATT THE RADAR TECHNICIAN? IS THIS A ONESIE x ONESIE RELATIONSHIP. U KNOW. JUMPSUIT x OVERALLS. LOTS OF NASTY SEX. LOOK I’M JUST BEING A REALIST

#jyn z ships you #jynzandtonic turns 1 #officer ronnie peterson #clyde logan #matt the radar technician #KYLE RON #empress ofdesire

[jynz-andtonic]

Man it’s such a bummer that you’re a Reylo

I ship Reylo but you certainly don’t have to if you don’t want to. Fandom should be fun—don’t feel obligated to flood yourself with content you don’t like.

I always tag my posts if there’s a ship or character you don’t like and want to block. We probably have the rest of Star Wars in common!

#ask #anon #also even if I’m a reylo I label myself as other things first... like a good fwend 🥺💕 #sw ships #jyn z abt me #you don’t have to ship my ships #ship and let ship #homie

[rapha-reads]

OK fandom ask (j'ai envie de tout demander mais je vais essayer de faire lightXD) : A, B, I, R, X et Z titeplait ^^ !

Salut Tasha ! Ha, je connais le feeling, ce sont de bonnes questions.

A : Your current OTP

MERTHUR. My sweet boys Merlin and Arthur, courtesy of the BBC. I will go down with this ship. The Merthur fandom is amazing and I owe them my kept sanity - half sanity... So many great people in this fandom.

B : A pairing you initially didn't consider but someone changed your mind

I don't really know, most of the pairings I ship come to me naturally, because of their history, chemistry... I guess, the RWBY ships ? As it is my best friend's fav show (or one of), she's the one who got me into it. And now Bumblebee - Yang/Blake - is one of my fav ship!

I : Has Tumblr caused you to stop liking any fandoms, if so which and why?

The Arrowverse fandom. I stopped watching Arrow and The Flash years ago, and even though I still watch Supergirl and Legends of Tomorrow, I stay very far away from the major part of the fandom. Too much discourse and fights.

R : A pairing you ship that you don't think anyone else ship

I don't have a lot of rare ships. I guess... Nah, can't think of anything. Though, tbh, I could say Tybalt/Mercutio. Because the majority of the R&J fandom is hell bent on writing Mercutio/Benvolio, completely avoiding the potential for drama, angst, plot and hard-earned love that come with Tybalt and Mercutio. Yes, I have a loooot of feelings about Tycutio.

X : 3 OTPs from 3 different fandoms

Well, we already did the Merlin fandom and the R&J, my main ones. So I give you : Cassian/Jyn (Rebelcaptain) from the Rogue One/Star Wars fandom, Nico Di Angelo/Will Solace (Solangelo) from the Percy Jackson series and Jake Peralta/Amy Santiago (Peraltiago) from B99.

Z : What's a ship that you want to ship publicly, but everyone on tumblr hates it so you keep your mouth shut about it ?

Uuuh... None? None. I really don't have controversial ships.

Thank you for asking!

#fandom ask #fandoms #ships #replies #asks #tasha-lemon #that was fun! #my answers are less fun though - sorry i'm very vanilla when it comes to ships and fandom opinions

[rinskiroo]

A, T, Z! :)

A - Ships that you currently like a lot.

Finn/Rey, Jyn/Cassian, Lucy/Abe Lincoln’s son, Lucy/Flynn (even though the writers tried to make it terrible at the end of the season and force Lucy/Wyatt on us).  If the Outlander wasn’t involved, I’d probably ship Theron/Lana.  My BroTPs are Poe/Finn, Poe/BB8, Rey/BB8, Poe/Redfield (:smirk emoji:)

T - Do you have any hard and fast headcanons you will die defending?

EVERYONE IS FORCE SENSITIVE.  THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS FORCE BLINDNESS.  WE ALL EXIST IN THE FORCE.  SOME PEOPLE ARE MORE OPEN TO IT THAN OTHERS.  IT MANIFESTS IN DIFFERENT WAYS.

deep breath

That being said, Finn is definitely open to the Force.  Give him a fucking light saber.

Z - Ramble about something fan-related.

I feel that’s all I do, but check this.  I love when people express their love for their fandom.  I love the way their faces glow when they interact with the thing that brings them joy.  I was at Universal Studios in January and they have an Attack on Titan ride.  There were these two girls that came out of the ride in their full AoT gear--the cape thing, the socks, the JUST EVERYTHING.  They were cosplaying at the park to ride the ride of their fandom.  They were crazy ecstatic, practically screaming at each other after they came out of the ride.

I turned to my husband and I said “I love it when I see people loving the thing that they love.”  He didn’t get it, but I get it, girl.  I get you.

LOVE THE THING THAT YOU LOVE AND DON’T BE ASHAMED.  YOU DO YOU.

Thank you!

#fandom #ships #the force #everyone is force sensitive #fite me #ask #sunflowermeows

[thealmightynoodle]

alexander hamilshit, bucky Barnes and padme amidala

ALEXANDER HAMILSHIT

general opinion: fall in a hole and die | don’t like them | eh | they’re fine I guess | like them! | love them | actual love of my life hotness level: get away from me | meh | neutral | theoretically hot but not my type | pretty hot | gorgeous! | 10/10 would banghogwarts house: gryffindor | slytherin | ravenclaw | hufflepuffbest quality: Writing is his strongest quality and also the only times he’s actually honest.worst quality: Literally everything else about himship them with: the dumpsterbrotp them with: an office waste bin fully of crumpled pieces of drafted lettersneeds to stay away from:  EL I Z Amisc. thoughts: Idk considering he was a real person and a total dick and a half, you gotta admire what he did for the revolution and for the beginnings of America

BUCKY BARNES

general opinion: fall in a hole and die | don’t like them | eh | they’re fine I guess | like them! | love them | actual love of my life | I would die for himhotness level: get away from me | meh | neutral | theoretically hot but not my type | pretty hot | gorgeous! | 10/10 would banghogwarts house: gryffindor | slytherin | ravenclaw | hufflepuffbest quality: his dedication to steve and what he believes in to be rightworst quality: pre-tfa he’s p arrogant and cocky. post-tws feeling that secluding himself and going into hiding to be the best option but probably ended up with some more causalities than he had meantship them with:  S T E V E AND M Y  S E L F AND HA PP I NE SS brotp them with: Peggy, Natasha, Clint, Samneeds to stay away from: negativity and HYDRAmisc. thoughts: i j su  T L O V E HIM SO OOOOO M U CH I TM AK ES ME  C R Y. I LITERALLY DO CRY EVERY TIME I SEE REALLY CUTE OR SAD FANART OR HE JUST SHOWS UP IN A TRAILER YOU’LL FIND ME BAWLIN

PADME AMIDALA

general opinion: fall in a hole and die | don’t like them | eh | they’re fine I guess | like them! | love them | actual love of my life | MY  W I F Ehotness level: get away from me | meh | neutral | theoretically hot but not my type | *Jar Jar voice *pretty hot | gorgeous! | 10/10 would banghogwarts house: gryffindor | slytherin | ravenclaw | hufflepuffbest quality: her morale, her intelligence, and her determination to do what’s best for the peopleworst quality: Probably her naivety and trust she puts in people. also the fact that she’s shIT AT HIDING A MARRIAGE THAT NEEDS TO BE KEPT S E C R E T FFS PADMEship them with: O BI  W A N   K E N O B Ibrotp them with: Sabe, Satine, JYN ERSO, Mon Mothma, Bail and Brehaa Organa, R2-D2, and her two precious babies whom she loves very dearly: Luke and Leianeeds to stay away from: A N A K I N AND PALPATINE misc. thoughts: i will forever not accept that she is dead. never. like, no, she somehow was just put into hiding and helped jump start the rebellion and the rebel alliance and anyone who wants to fight me on that can meet me in the back

#characters #alexander hamilton #bucky barnes #padme amidala #i love them so dearly #well #bucky and padme #hamildick can go away #idc #answered #pvterqvill

[midgardiannerd]

X, Y, and Z for the fandom ask! :)

Sorry it took me so long but Tumblr didn’t show me that I had this ask. Thanks for the ask!

X- top 5-10 characters who are yoUR PRECIOUS BABIES AND YOU WILL DIE DEFENDING THEM

There is a lot of them but here are my 10 faves:

1- Kylo Ren. Everybody hates me for loving him but I don’t care.

2- Merlin from Kingsman. Mark Strong is too precious and FUCK U VAUGHN

3- Greg Lestrade. The Sherlock fandom doesn’t deserve this beautiful character.

4- Benjamin Tallmadge. TURN amc deserved more success than it had and this golden boy was the best part of it.

5- Paterson. He is the sweetest and he established a so unreachable husband goal that I will never marry.

6- Jyn Erso. She is the best female character coming from the recent Star Wars movies.

7- Poe Dameron. Poe got so much hate since TLJ and I will fight every arsehole attacking him.

8- Sir Leon from Merlin. Everybody forgets about him and that’s unfair.

9- The Ninth Doctor. He is the best Doctor from the modern era even if everybody is sucking Tenth’s dick. 

10- Thorin Oakenshield. Dwarves are my people. I know that everybody loves Elves but I pretty much can’t stand them. 

Y-  What are your secondhand fandoms (fandoms you aren’t in personally but are tangentially familiar with because your friends/people on your dash are in them)

I gave up Doctor Who years ago but I’m still pretty aware of everything about it. 

Z- Just ramble about something fan-related, go go go (prompts optional but encouraged)

Seriously, I don’t know what to ramble about. I’m not even sure I’m understanding the question. Maybe, and that’s not a pleasant thing, but I would like for people to watch canon without trying to make everything ship-related. (It probably has nothing to do with the question. Sorry!)