So, to start things off, I want to explain the picture above. I was originally gonna go with another image for the promo because I felt you guys might like the #Aesthetics of it. But as I was looking through my caps of episode 18 of The Final Act, I saw this one and thought, ‘this is perfect.’ So here we go for the explanation (from right to left)!! Sota (the little sparkling kid at the door) represents my lovely followers stumbling onto this blog and deciding ‘hey, yeah I think I’ll follow them’ and clicking that follow button. Inuyasha here represents my feelings for my followers, red for my passionate love and white for the Purity of that love tbh. And then there’s Kagome, who represents me. And who is violently smashing Inuyasha (aka my feelings) into the floor and trying to keep #Cool in front of everyone.
But the image aside, I’m absolutely floored. As of today, it’s been six months since this blog opened for business. And, boy, has it been a fun six months! I was nervous af when I made this blog because I’d only watched like….about 80 episodes of the anime and still knew nothing about what my children were going to endure for the rest of it. It also didn’t help that I made and set up the blog at like 4 a.m. But I knew at least one person in the fandom so I was going to try and Make It. And here we are six months later! Still a giant meme who loves Kagome and a large part of why I love being here and writing on this blog is because I follow some pretty amazing people. You all are so nice and funny and I hope we’re mutuals until the end of time.
THE CLASSMATES
These are the people that make me smile just by being themselves. Whether I’ve written with you or not, I enjoy and appreciate every single one of you. You all give my kokoro the dokis and make me want to confess my Undying Love for you.
These are the people I’ve known for quite a while who are very near and dear to my heart. Thanks so much for being a part of my life and Memeing It Up with me. You guys are awesome and I love you all.
These are the people I met in the Inuyasha community who have made me feel like I’ve come home at last. Thank you guys for putting up with my Memes and Late Night Angst and for just being the Best Baes. You all are angels and I wouldn’t trade you for the world.
i had never envisioned that this little solo OC would ever get to one hundred let out five hundred!! but he has, and you were all so kind and so open to embracing him and letting him (and me) be a part of your world too for the last year. i just love all of you and this means so much to me!!
I think it’s crazy that I’m still sticking to this blog. I really didn’t think Wedge was going to click for me. I decided to take up writing Wedge because he’s been a lowkey minor favorite of mine, but I never knew anything about him other than sometimes he showed up in The Original Trilogy. I remember I was on the fence about this blog, because I had just seen Rogue One && my dad kept saying, “ Wedge should have been there !!! Alexia, why wasn’t he there ? ” Which he had also said after we watched The Force Awakens the year before. So I did some digging, found out things && here I am now, knowing more than my dad. It’s a wonder you all follow me tbh, I’m just here rediscovering a love.
The Star Wars RP community has been an absolute blast. I’ve made more friends && get to see amazing writers ! I can’t believe my muse is holding out despite a horrible semester. I look forward to what will come in the future !!
excuse the rather shitty graphic, i churned it out before class. i wanted to do something with an octopus ( because i’m that guy ), but i got kicked in the shin by schoolwork and neglected to find one i could work with. my bad, my bad.
but! the important thing isn’t my budget image, it’s the fact that i’ve had bodhi for over a month now and i swear, i’m in love with this fandom. from rogue one players to originals to prequels to the animations: you guys are amazing. i haven’t been this excited for a fandom in a long time. i don’t know if star wars just attracts the kinna writers i click with and admire or what but you guys are 👌👌👌👌👌. however, i wanted to use this mushy-gushy holiday to be sappy and show a little appreciation to the people who have really made this blog something i cherish.
THE DOKIDOKI SQUAD
i wish i could write my undying love for everyone i adore, but i doubt i could do that a) before class and b) within the average human lifespan. so these are the folks that i either talk to a lot ooc, write a lot with, or just make me really, really happy by just existing. you’re the friends that send me things, talk to me about nonsense, get real with me, and are just an all around treat. even if i don’t know you very well ( yet ) you are have made bodhi an experience i won’t ever forget and our talks that have me drabbling about this shadow-jumper pilot on the back of my homework.
like, i just---- *blows kiss @ u*
@bretttal + all your baes - YO!!!!! we’ve been friends/saltmates/prosebros for how long now? two years now? but like, it also feels like forever, like that kind of kinship you got with someone who just weaves in seamlessly with your life and mind like damn, son. the fact that we can be so dank levels of emo and crack at the same time with each other but then get so brutally honest and real the very next sentence. we don’t shy from anything and we express ourselves openly but respect when the other wants to be quiet with details. and the fact that our passions overlap: linguistics, culture, politics, and the various aspects of humanity. like, to have someone that i can talk about those things with, who is as passionate about strengths and tragedies of the human mind is such a sacred thing to me. like, to say the ideas we come up with for our muses ( especially now with bodhi in the picture ) are controversial to the mainstream mind is an understatement, i don’t know how many others would dare to tread where you and i go. so, i am so fortunate to have you as a friend and ally, especially with the world the way it is. because ( at the risk of sounding like a ball of cheese ) you, my dear friend, are the kinna soul that gives me hope, the kinna person i know i can trust with the future.
you also cry about rogue one and horror movies and xenomorphs with me. a lot. bless u.
@leadkiss + all your baes - okay, okay, i know. we haven’t interacted on this blog yet but idgaf, you’re a pillar wherever i go. we have so much history, the relationships and plots we craft together make dark souls look like a putt-putt game. we are lovecraftian horrors, we make the tragedies of old look like child’s play and the darkest of apocalypses feel like sunshine. and don’t know many people i can be brave, to be honest and open about real life, and certainly i don’t know many people i’m on the same wavelength with. and i know, our approaches and situations often clash...a lot *heart hands* i wouldn’t trade it for the world. your words are precious to me, whether written or spoken. so idk when we’ll write with each other on our current blogs, i do hope soon but until then, i’m more than happy to just gush at each other in skype about our baes past and present and, lbr, future.
@seijoki + all your baes - *gently gritos in admiration* no but seriously, we met like three years ago. and even we barely talked ooc, you had such a major impact on my muse. and then when jasper happened, you were literally a central part of his character???? you are so precious and such a bae like i can’t even with words to describe how awesome you are. and your characters are just as meaningful and your portrayal of them is so truehearted, i’m blown away. you just have a way with your muses that others, myself included, can’t help but be a little shook like, damn. *waves hands* like, we’ve gone through such an extra af journey together. from felix’s murder-aunt to the unfortunate sister of goggles mcfirehazard and moon moon the carebear. and you as a person are such a masterpiece. i envy your ability to remain patient and noble in situations with people that would have me making strangle-y hands. your such a good, tori, and like, i hope you know that.
plus, the fear of owls. you get it.
@catchthatregenerator - *toddler clapping* dude!!! you play a villain and don’t pull punches, i fucking love it. you get more and more unapologetic about how much of delightful garbage can adam is and i could just yasssss~ about it all day. you don’t woobie your boy, and you don’t try to excuse his behavior. you embrace and recognize who and what he is and are a responsible antagonist-player. bless u so much, man. as someone who used to play villains, i admire and love what you do. and also your writing, whether it was about adam or not, is amazing??? you’re so honest about your analysis and you don’t throw around fancy world and scripple with purple crayon everywhere for the sake of “quality”. you just write. your voice is strong, you don’t need falsify your prose with grandeur and it’s such a hallelujah, mang. it makes writing with you so refreshing and just *blows a kiss* you’re such a treat and i’m a lucky sucker for having you in my life. no joke. also, you as a person....idek how you manage to be so sweet and warm??? wtf??? how you can be so kind and gentle but still stand your ground is beyond me. you’re a brave soul, in both your personality and writing and i just have become a meme when it comes to you i swear. you are such a treat and i always look forward to your adam and any muse you pursue.
@sergeantstardust / @scavengered / @halfworldborn / @lightlived / @scarificed ( and your other blogs ) - so i don’t know each of your very well yet. i’ve only just met each of you but you guys are those blogs i halt my dash browsing for to read whatever the heck you just posted. like, it doesn’t matter what stage of writing we’re at: whether we’ve done a few replies, just barely started, or are still plotting --- i have so much respect and adoration for what you guys can do. the care and effort you put into your characters and prose, the thought behind each word and action, there’s never a dull moment and i’m always excited to see you guys on my dash ( or when you talk to me, like sorry i nerd out whenever i get an IM ding from y’all ngl and nerd out even more when we plot or i read a reply to our thread ).
BAES
section for all the folks that make me *hearteyes* because you guys are filled with such talent. you all have such fascinating and unique versions of your muse and your prose is always on point and i’m so jazzed to be mutuals with you whether we’ve had a chance to write together or not.
just a small little section just to give some recognition and love to my fellow bodhi players who i’m mutuals with because you two have a 👌👌👌👌 taste in muses and i appreciate you for exploring the dude with the body of man and the soul of chihuahua and making him your own.
she’s been staring at his uniform ( perhaps, for too long ), but it’s not often they have imperial defectors in their presence. a gesture towards the outfit and – ‘my brother works for the empire.’ no note of malice in her voice ( they’ve simply chosen different routes in life ). ‘i wonder if you two have ever met.’ // @arebelnow·
Bodhi’s tired eyes shifted from a curious glance to a deadpan glare as weary nerves and exhausted limbs gnawed his patience into a thin, sorry scrap.
❝ I knew a lot of a lot of brothers, ❞ he replied, ❝ did yours have a name? ❞
“you–” she knew he had a name. she wasn’t intending to be rude. she just… had never talked to him before, and didn’t know what his name was. he was a pilot, she’d gathered that much from what she could pick up amongst the other rebels’ chatter, but other than that, she knew very little about the man. “come here.” no, that was rude. “please.” that was less rude. “i need your help with something.” well, anyone’s help, really, but he was closest to her right now, so he would have to do.
“can you hand me that soldering iron–”
There was nothing jarring about being known only as you. Bodhi’s past employers didn’t have the time to learn the names of the countless lackeys, underlings, and unimportant nobodies that they’d never see again.
Instead, it was the ❝ come here ❞ that lodged his heart in his throat and sunk his nails into sweating palms. Too many anxious memories clicked around his head on coiled claws, burying the Togruta’s gentled please beneath their grinning threats.
But the tremble that encased his nerves wasn’t enough to block out ❝ help ❞ and ❝ soldering iron ❞ which caught him curious. He sprung into action and forced his worry into reluctant silence as he picked out the lithe-bodied tool off a roughed-up workbench.
Bodhi hurried to her, iron outstretched as he waited to bolt away once she had her tool. ❝ Here you--- ❞ He paused abruptly, transfixed by her seamless work. ❝ That’s…I’ve never seen anyone so...uh, precise. ❞
oh man sorry for vanishing. school decided to be a thing. wasn’t expecting the workload i got. but i’ve managed to scrap together some freetime right now so gonna get to some of the older things i owe.
“Do we have everything?” Cassian asked, hauling the last of the cargo on board before making his way toward the cockpit. It was going to be a simple mission, but one that may take a while for them to complete– they would be away from base for almost a month, including time allotted for travel. Cassian and Bodhi were tasked with delivering supplies to a rebel cell on an outer rim planet and offer any aid during their stay on the planet. While there, they would also be scouting nearby planets that could serve as a rebel base, given Yavin 4’s compromised position. Cassian had informants, where they were headed, several locals who could help them find inhabitable land not already overrun with Imperial forces.
As long as the two men were careful, it would be a safe and painless mission.
Taking his seat in the co-pilot’s chair of the ship, Cassian did a quick checklist in his head to make sure they were ready to leave. K-2SO was still securing several crates in case the flight got a bit bumpier than anticipated. Neither Cassian nor his droid had any doubts in their pilot companion’s abilities to get the three of them to their destination in one piece, but if they were to hit any turbulence along the way, the same could not be said for some of the more fragile supplies they had stowed away.
At K-2SO’s thumbs up response to Cassian’s questioning look, he turned around to face the control panel of the ship, throwing a glance to the man next to him in the pilot’s seat.
“Everything ready to go, Bodhi? If we leave soon we’ll be making good time.”
Hailing from a dying moon, Bodhi knew how to be paranoid about supplies. He wasn’t even aware that he was silently calculating every ration that passed by. As the pilot calibrated their course, he already figured how long it’d take for he and Cassian to starve. But the thought didn’t prop itself in the forefront of his mind, instead it floated around in the shadows making his palms sweat and his eyes dart towards Cassian at fidgeting intervals.
❝ Ready when you are, Captain. ❞ It was a lie.
The ship and its technicalities were ready for whatever awaited its crew, but there was a cold, hard lump where Bodhi’s confidence should be.
What was he doing here?The destruction that outlined his right side itched for a fight, but was it worth scratching if it got him killed? Scarif should’ve been enough proof that he couldn’t handle life as a rebel.
But even as he questioned himself, there’d been no doubt about whether or not the pilot would go with Cassian and K-2. Besides, a scouting mission would be a perfect way for Bodhi to test himself, to see if he could survive even the quietest of perils after spending all his luck on escaping the Death Star three times in a week.
