@galacticdebt continued
“You were messed up while teaching ME how to steal from NOBLES?”
“Most likely; wine is an important part of being a witch. It’s not as though you required my strict supervision!”
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@galacticdebt continued
“You were messed up while teaching ME how to steal from NOBLES?”
“Most likely; wine is an important part of being a witch. It’s not as though you required my strict supervision!”
rip han
#this is our friend han he’s amazing and he DROVE us here (x)
five word prompts
[inspired by this]
“actually… i just miss you.”
“alright, i’ll leave you alone.”
“and slowly… i was forgotten.”
“and then everything just disappears.”
“and where do i go?”
“anyone could tell from here.”
“are you finishing that or…?”
“are you stupid or stupid?”
“anything, just call me, okay?”
“bitch better have my money.”
“bro… that’s so… not cool…”
“but did you do it?”
“call me now. it’s urgent.”
"can’t you listen to me?”
“cross that. don’t answer that.”
“don’t even think about it.”
“don’t you dare walk away.”
“do it. i dare you.”
“did you think i forgot?”
“eventually… you just move on.”
“even if you still do.”
“everything will fall into place.”
“fight me, you attractive stranger.”
“for once, i need you.”
“for once… i was right.”
“for once… i was wrong.”
“forget i even asked you.”
“forget it. you fucking suck.”
“fuck’s sake, what’s your problem?”
“fuck off. i mean it.”
“give and take. that’s life.”
“great. perfect. nice. fuck this.”
“have you lost your mind?”
“hello? it’s me. i was-”
“hey… that wasn’t so nice.”
“here’s a glass of whatever.”
“how about a hug, hm?”
“how about you make me?”
“i haven’t forgot you yet.”
“i can’t be around you.”
“i don’t need you, really.”
“i don’t need this now.”
“is this your first time?”
“it’s just a cut, really.”
“it wasn’t me, i swear!”
“i said i love you.”
“just don’t fuck it up.”
"just… come back alive, okay?”
“just make sure you’ve eaten.”
“kick his ass for me.”
“killed him? wait, what, literally?”
“life really sucks. feel better.”
“letting go hurts… a lot.”
“let me live, will you?”
“no, i don’t need you.”
“nothing can hurt me now.”
“nothing matters anymore to me.”
“okay it was me… so?”
“people lie all the time.”
“pipe the fuck down, asshole.”
“please, you can’t die now.”
“please don’t leave me alone.”
“quiet. they can hear us.”
“quick! give me your phone!”
“quicker, you freaking piece of-”
“quit it or i’ll bite.”
“quit staring! they’ll notice us!”
"really? do i look stupid?”
“real smooth, tripping over air.”
“rise and shine, sweet thing.”
“rise and fucking shine, motherfucker.”
“seriously? give me a break.”
“so… what are we now?”
“so… did you miss me?”
“so… can we go eat?”
“so… when’s the next flight?”
“so… how did everything go?”
“sometimes, i wish you died.”
“so what? you did it.”
“time passes slower without you.”
“then what do you suggest?”
“the fuck? who are you?”
“then you tell me why.”
“this is not working out.”
“this isn’t what i wanted.”
“this is all a fucking disaster.”
“when did it all happen?”
“who knew you’d be here?”
“why do i even bother?”
“why do i love you?”
“why didn’t you tell me?”
“you’re just… so, so stupid.”
“you can’t be here now.”
“you look like an accident.”
“you really need to go.”
“you know who to call.”
"zero fucks given. next please.”
I took the stars from my eyes, and then I made a map And knew that somehow I could find my way back
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…the last thing you wanted a witch to do was get bored and start making her own amusements, because witches sometimes had famously erratic ideas about what was amusing.
Terry Pratchett, Legends 1 (via teahasleaves)
Worlds of the Star Wars Universe (insp)
“Oh, do not worry about that in the least. It seems our FRIENDS have long lost their manners, so this does not seem quite the place for such niceties to be commonplace. We seem to be the most civil creatures this far out in the galaxy.”
At the sight of her hand being offered, he smiled and bowed his head forward as he gently took it in his own with a brush of his lips against her knuckles in a light kiss. “A pleasure.” He glanced up at her respectfully, “I am Obi-Wan Kenobi.”
The unexpected gentle kiss brought a warm smile to her face and she bowed her head briefly in greeting. “Civil indeed. It has been quite some time since I was last greeted so and I am surprised by how much I missed it.”
“Am I right to assume that the scuffle to the north is what has drawn you here?”
“I do believe the both of us will see this conflict’s resolution at the exact same time…” His voice was hushed admission, not quite knowing how they were going to settle this problem yet.
“—a sidenote, but I don’t believe we’ve properly MET.”
“Ah, my apologies. My manners seem to have run off on me. I can just hear my mother’s disapproval already,” she joked with a soft laugh. Laerke offered her hand to the man.
“I am Laerke Ravnhall. And you are...?”
“Sometimes a situation is what you make of it. Perhaps this one will turn out to be quite entertaining. You might be SURPRISED by how these sorts of things turn out in the end.”
“I do always look forward to the surprises in life. I just hope I do not have to wait too long to find out the resolution.”
i love “a long time ago in a galaxy far far away” bc you would otherwise assume it’s set in an ambiguous far future but the first thing you ever learn in any star wars movie is that it doesn’t consider itself sci-fi so much as a Space Fairytale, and so presents you with the space version of once upon a time, in a faraway kingdom…
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"They will tear each other into PIECES. By the Force, this will be fun…”
“’Fun’ is certainly one word for the situation... Not the one I might use but who am I to argue.”
@aspacewitch && @galacticdebt
the pirate mothership gripped the smaller smuggler vessel in its tractor beams, with two smaller weequay vessels spinning past defensively while the boarding operation took place. normally the ohnaka fleet targeted larger prey, seizing civilian convoys traveling the trade spine, but hondo had gathered intel that these smugglers had captured something of– rarer status– than most cargoes, and something certain to make an interesting entry in the legend ( he was legendary, right ? ) of ohnaka.
CCCCCRRSSSTTT!! metal screeched and then screamed as it was scored and then blasted aside, breaching the smuggler’s airlock seal. the first smuggler who raised his hands, fingers squeezing the trigger, had the wicked end of a vibroaxe cleave through his torso and embed itself in the wall. the pirates raised a yell, surging forward and forcing their entry in a sudden bloodbath of blaster fire, vibroblades, grappling hooks, picks, and electrorods.
the initial battle was short-lived, as most of the smugglers split up and fell back to regroup and reassess their tactics. hondo stepped through the airlock, picking his way over bodies ( a couple of his own men had apparently caught several of the laser bolts… that kid tob and someone else he didn’t know ) and whirled to get a good view of the corridors in both directions, now filled with a lingering, acrid smoke.
with a chatter, his blue and yellow lizard-monkey ( pikk ) bolted through the airlock to the smuggler vessel, bounding through the fresh corpses and tugging at shiny ammo belts and picking through weapons experimentally before returning to its master. it scurried up and perched upon hondo’s shoulder, glancing both ways in fear of a sudden, second firefight.
hondo paused, guessing the ship layout from its make and class, and divided his men, ( a gender-neutral term, a number of his crew were women, weequay or otherwise [ the appearance of a female rodian pirate armed with a pair of blaster pistols reminded him ] ) leading a group down toward the cargo bays and then motioning at the group still left on the other side of the corridor section.
“Seal this blast door!”
he snapped his fingers and pointed. this area is what they’d want to be kept most intact during the fighting, and the main fighting would probably be to take command and the engine room. he would help his men as he could by keeping the way to the airlock open in only one direction: that way the pirates would be best prepared to know where a counterattack would come from, as well as keep the two battlefronts separate. ‘divide and conquer,’ his old mother always used to say– probably.
the weequay pirates assaulted the door control. several commands entered into the terminal ( and a helpful blast from a rifle carbine ) later, they declared it sealed off and their captain then assigned a group to hold the exit to the saucer secure.
‘hai!’ was the only warning the pirates got before there was a throb of vibroblade activation and several knives thudded dully into the rodian. she only exhaled a light sigh before just tipping over and sliding down against a wall, her eyes going cloudy-opaque.
their attacker looked to be a teenage human boy, who was now crouched in some defensive pose– most importantly– now weaponless. the other pirates took the situation to vengefully goad the youth, barking at him, laughing, and trying to taunt him into coming in range of their own blades.
hondo grunted, switched his blaster to stun, and shot the human. he chided his company, booming his voice through the corridor and then broadly pointing the way with his gun.
“Come now, boys. This kid cost me crew, so we sell him to the Hutts, split the compensation. Ha! Hondo has fair business! To the cargo bay!”
@galacticdebt && @ohnoka
This was bound to happen sooner or later.
Laerke learned the hard way that one could, in fact, be too careful. Being too careful was an easy way to look suspicious and draw unwanted attention. It was a balancing act she had hundreds of years to perfect but exhaustion and stress (and perhaps a touch of homesickness) won out in the end. Imprisonment was not a new situation for the relatively young woman and so she went with the smugglers without much of a fight.
Perhaps it was her family’s arrogance that kept well deserved concern at bay. They were mortal but it seemed only to be a technicality. It was only expected that she would want to test the limits, right? There was a learning opportunity here and she would not waste it.
She certainly had plenty of time to ponder this direction her life had taken. Time spent in solitary storage lock down provided quality mediation practice. Long stretches of quiet between visits and outside distractions lulled her into an easy reflective trance. Laerke lowered herself to the floor of this makeshift cell, crossed her legs, and let her hands rest on the floor to keep her grounded.
It was impossible to tell how much time passed before an interruption came barreling down the hall. The pit-pat of small, hurried footsteps pulled her attention away just long enough to open her eyes and catch sight of the young boy with the blaster. There is a boy on mission. A mission which soon became obvious.
The ship shook and set a sinking feeling into her gut. She closed her eyes again and pressed her hands firm as she tried to stretch her awareness. Like steps to a dance she’d never practiced before, Laerke could feel the movement of life. A swell of activity descended upon the ship that sent her heart racing. The grip on her seithr was tenuous with the influx of commotion and she broke the connection off with a gasp.
The defense screen was a model she was unfamiliar with but she doubted it would prove much of an obstacle for whoever boarded the ship. She looked to the crate across the way that held her pack but soon gave up hope of retrieving it. Having her spear would have been a relief but she couldn’t dare ask the child to leave his hiding place on the chance that he might actually follow through.
Laerke made no move to stand. She would either be leaving or staying, might as well make the wait comfortable.
“Ready yourself,” she called out to the young figure. “They are coming.”
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