noise dept.
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Kiana Khansmith
Jules of Nature
todays bird
Claire Keane
Misplaced Lens Cap
occasionally subtle
Peter Solarz
TVSTRANGERTHINGS
hello vonnie
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art blog(derogatory)
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
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祝日 / Permanent Vacation
RMH
wallacepolsom
roma★
seen from Japan
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seen from T1
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@cantinaaband
INDIE STAR WARS MULTIMUSE FT. CANON & OCS written by sav ( 31, she/her, lgbtq+ ) private & highly selective. sideblog. follows back from @avengeus. 21+. personals dni. uses x-kit rewritten & beta editor. low effort and just here to have a good time. dash only. iconless when i'm struggling. CARRD. affiliated with : @thrawnur ( marin ayuna )
RANDOM LINES OF DIALOGUE PROMPTS * assorted dialogue, adjust as necessary
oh, great. more of your very eloquent bullshit.
i don't fear death. in fact, i yearn for it.
if it holds wine, it's a wine glass.
so... no guns. do you have an axe?
i'm not usually this direct, but... what is wrong with you?
this would have been much better with a gun.
i might be a bit too ambitious.
i think you'll see that the time was not wasted.
i can do it as well. i can do it for ages.
it doesn't hurt... well. it hurts a little bit now.
i'm fascinated by what happened in your fourteen minutes of absence.
no hard feelings. please look after yourself.
i am fundamentally incapable of showing off.
i'm just having a bit of a laugh with everyone.
that was so cringey and so uncomfortable.
i have no stitches. none!
momma didn't raise no fool.
i can borrow a dog whenever i want.
honestly? i don't know where to start.
i gave you culture... literature... water.
sometimes absence is more powerful than presence.
by the end of it, we were singing swedish drinking songs.
i think you were really reluctant to take accountability for that.
i just think you formed a bad relationship.
do you think it's fair?
what do you have for me now?
yours is... impressive.
we're all different.
don't you dare look away.
i didn't mind it, actually.
i'm just proud of myself.
i think it went in. it did go in.
i feel ashamed, mainly.
that's what i was going for.
i just want to acknowledge your technique.
it did escalate severely after five minutes.
none of us ever want to see this again.
we've reached the ten minute mark.
i don't think i know who i am.
there's a degree of style in the cowboy hat.
there are no fucking shoes!
you look like you've been kicked through a charity shop.
your phone's ringing.
haven't you ever seen one of those before?
they were sick and dangerous.
what does that say about whoever killed them?
this isn't half bad for college kids.
what the hell is this?
you might want to wear these.
have a safe night.
would you believe i'm single?
why do you always trail off like that?
zanna suduri was always well aware of her older sister, trilla suduri, although trilla was never made aware of her -- considering zanna is six years younger than trilla, and trilla was already at the temple when zanna was born. zanna did resent her older sister while growing up -- thinking that trilla's life with the jedi order was much better than surviving alongside their deadbeat parents. she didn't even blink when she learned about the destruction of the jedi order -- after all, how could she mourn a sister that she did not know?
interestingly enough, zanna is made aware of her sister's survival after she defects from the empire in 14BBY. . . as zanna is a bounty hunter, and one day she sees an unfamiliar face attached to a very familiar name. trilla suduri was alive. . . and had a high bounty on her head. one that could even, say, set a little sister up for life.
headcanon : zanna suduri + her relationship to her older sister, trilla
grand admiral marin ayuna is absolutely stone cold to everyone she does not care personally about. if you don't make her incredibly short list of personal connections -- she does not care very much if you live or die. the only way she would care is to use your life to her personal advantage. this goes for anyone from large, faceless populations of occupied planets, to her own staff and officers. working under grand admiral ayuna can have remarkable benefits if you impress her and she likes you. . . but if you don't? she can and will make your life a living hell!
headcanons : marin ayuna + being a stone cold bitch
" thrawn. i need to speak with you. i've heard some. . . disconcerting rumors. " marin stops him, hands on her hips, trying to hide her smirk as her short frame blocks his access down the rest of the hall, " i've heard that you've been giving gifts to a certain imperial officer. everyone's talking about it. "
@thrawnur liked for a starter !
i'm running out and doing some shopping in a bit -- so consider this a one liner / maybe dialogue only starter call for when i get back !! specify a muse or you get whoever i'm feeling !!
PROMPTS FOR PATCHING UP WOUNDS * assorted dialogue, adjust as necessary
it's honestly nothing. i can deal with it myself.
next time something like this happens, you have to promise to tell me.
you're making a big deal out of nothing. i'll be fine.
how long have you had that?
i'm good at this, you know. patching up wounds.
would you cut it out? i'm trying to help you.
why didn't you tell me you were bleeding?
you didn't have to take that hit for me.
what are you hiding from me?
it's not the worst injury i've ever seen, but it's pretty bad.
how long were you going to hide this from me?
at least let me look at it.
there. it looks much better.
this will help with the pain.
i'm forever in your debt.
i didn't have anywhere else to go.
this wasn't supposed to happen.
is that your blood?
i've patched up nastier wounds than this.
stop squirming! you're going to be fine!
this is bad. this is really bad.
i just need a band-aid and a nap. i'll be fine.
we need to get you to a hospital.
how does it look? be honest.
keep your eyes open, okay? keep looking at me.
it doesn't hurt that bad.
give me your hand. let me look at it.
who taught you how to patch a wound like that?
it's not as bad as i thought it would be, that's for sure.
would you just let me help you? please?
you saved my life.
let me go find my first aid kit. it's in here somewhere.
i'll take care of it. you just sit and rest.
see? that wasn't so bad after all.
i've seen worse.
take two of these and drink some water.
ow! that really hurt!
i've got you, okay? everything's going to be fine.
you're gonna have to take your shirt off.
well... it could have been worse.
it looks worse than it really is, i swear.
roll up your sleeve a little, will you?
does that feel all right?
i didn't even realize i was bleeding.
you could have been killed out there!
give me a second to patch this up.
don't close your eyes. you hear me? stay with me.
i'm not giving up on you just yet.
you still need some time to heal.
i'm right here. i won't leave your side.
thank you for taking care of me.
if you can still hear me, help is on the way!
just squeeze my hand when it starts hurting.
how long have i been out?
let me check for a fever.
did you patch this up?
i've had worse injuries than this.
where did you learn to do that?
take some deep breaths for me.
look at me. you're going to be fine.
hold still! stop moving around so much!
i'll take care of you.
what the hell were you thinking?
where does it hurt?
i'm so used to doing this myself.
lift up your shirt a little so i can see.
lay back down. you're not healed up yet.
you never should have put yourself in harm's way like that.
looks like i've got myself a really good nurse.
will you stay with me while i sleep?
no one's ever helped me like that before.
i would have died had it not been for you.
don't you get it? if you don't let me help you, you'll die.
we have to be quick about this.
this could get bad.
i'm running out and doing some shopping in a bit -- so consider this a one liner / maybe dialogue only starter call for when i get back !! specify a muse or you get whoever i'm feeling !!
what if i wrote over here too. . .
sacred romantic moments
“ don’t go. stay. “
“ but you’re here, so stay. “
“ i don’t want to be alone tonight. “
“ just come over. “
“ let’s be alone together. “
“ i didn’t know where else to go. “
“ i don’t want us to be apart anymore. ever. “
“ i wouldn’t have called you if it wasn’t important. “
“ you can talk to me about anything. you know that, right? “
“ just… be honest with me, do you hate me? “
“ i could never hate you. not really. “
“ you’re my friend, but… sometimes i wish you were more than that. “
“ we’re not just friends. you know that. “
“ i think i’m falling in love with you. “
“ can i hold your hand? “
“ yeah, you’re in love with me. “
“ just hold me. “
“ things would be so much easier if we were honest with each other. “
“ why can’t you be honest with me? with yourself? “
“ maybe you could stay? just for tonight? “
“ it’s dark outside, and it’s raining. my arms are much safer. “
“ you can’t keep doing this. you can’t keep lying to yourself. “
“ i can’t keep lying to myself, or to you. it’s not fair on either of us. “
“ i think you should kiss me. “
“ kiss me like you mean it. “
“ just kiss me. “
“ you shouldn’t kiss me right now. “
“ look me in the eyes and tell me you love me. “
“ you can’t lie to me, you know. “
“ you know me better than anyone. you always have. “
“ you’re pretty amazing. you know that, right? “
“ you’re just… you’re extraordinary. “
“ you’re good to me, you know. really good. “
“ you’ve made me the happiest i’ve ever been. “
“ i don’t know what i would have done if you weren’t here. “
“ our love can conquer anything. “
“ and for many generations to come, our love story will live on. “
“ i want you to marry me. “
“ if you asked me to marry you tomorrow, i’d say yes. “ “ what about today? “
“ marry me, name. marry me and make me the luckiest [x] in the world. “
“ your kiss could mend a broken heart. “
“ are you going to kiss me again, or do i have to do it myself? “
“ i could cry, that’s how much i love you. “
“ you’re worthy of my love. “
“ truth is that i’m so damn in love with you that i don’t know what to do with myself. “
“ maybe tonight, it’s you and me. “
“ i don’t know what the future holds. all i know is that i hope you’re in it. “
“ could you promise me one thing? “
“ promise me that we’ll be together, no matter what. “
“ it’s you and me, forever. no matter what. “
“ i didn’t want to tell you until i was sure, but… i’m pregnant. “
“ we’re going to be family! “
“ this baby, it’s the best thing that could ever have happened to us. “
“ i can’t believe this, we’re going to be parents! “
“ dance with me? “
“ may i have this dance? “
“ you’re my whole world, you know. “
“ don’t speak, just… kiss me. “
“ you have no idea how long i’ve been wanting to that. “
“ i’ve been wanting to tell you for so long… “
“ so… is this like, a thing now? “
“ i always miss you, even when you’re next to me. “
” i miss you. i miss you so much it hurts. ”
” i don’t want you to miss me. it’s tearing me apart. ”
“ you make me happier. “
“ i love waking up next to you. “
“ my favorite thing is falling asleep next to you. “
“ come cuddle with me. “
“ this is torture, isn’t it? “ “ not in the slightest. “
“ do you love me? “
“ could this be something more? “
“ move in with me. “
“ do you think we should move in together? you spend all your time here anyway. “
“ are you serious? i’ve had a crush on you for as long as i can remember. “
“ i know you’re in love with me. “
“ you’re really cute, you know. “
“ you’re so damn attractive. you know that right? “
“ if anybody were to kiss me, i would want that person to be you. “
“ and right now, i think you should kiss me. “
i worried you may have been there. i worried you'd gone to help. somehow, the sentiment cuts clean through him in a way blade never quite could. there had been no way too help, that was the problem. with the beacon being forcibly separated, infested with nameless and brimming with radiation - landing anywhere on the station had been impossible. he'd done it a thousand times prior, but instead he'd simply listened to the tumble through the communication devices of settlers. sat idle around fire, tentative stare on horizon as they'd tuned in to the losses that he could physically feel. it had left a horrid taste in his mouth, pieces of his soul cracked off like a mirror and embedded into his stomach.
" i couldn't answer the call in time. " there is an unspoken effort in forming those syllables. something about the entire situation feels so deeply personal that he cannot begin to shake off the sensation of failure. himself, and others in his position, had been conditioned to be the first ones on the line for not just the republic ... but the order. it had always been in his adopted nature to fight, and should it be willed, die for their way of life. to keep the peace, to do what was necessary regardless of the cost. features keep turmoil carefully concealed, expression remaining soft, thumbs sweeping over her complexion.
to lose so many - it sits in his stomach like a sickness.
" starlight beacon is gone, santari. " a vacancy in the place where its grandeur had once glimmered against the velvet of space - reduced to a smoldering wreckage submerging in water, burnt up from bomb and entering the atmosphere. hands stop momentarily, " the nihil, the path - they have made it very clear that war is what they seek. " mourning seeps into something much more dangerous, a resounding disdain bubbling in the pit of his stomach.
the order had allowed the nihil to rebuild time and time again - each battle stopped prematurely of eradication was only a death sentence for more within the order ... within the galaxy. how much more could their enemies obtain, how much more dangerous could they become, before the order did what was necessary without the consistent politics ? how long could they serve the whim of the senate and what they believed peace to be until there was no way to control the tragedy pushed upon them by the groups which sought to uproot the order.
the flex of fingers through hair long left loose (he isn't even sure when he'd taken out the golden coil that kept it from interfering with his ability to move and see ... and yet, now he is acutely aware of its absence), dagan lets his eyes close momentarily. (he trusts her so.) " the order cannot move slowly with this. their advances will only become more bold, more destructive. " features shift, tip of nose brushing against hers.
he finds peace from rage only in the all-encompassing nature of her presence. those hands once settled comfortably over her features vacate, repositioning to slip under her ribs and around to her back. he reels her closer, as if it will ease the burden of the situation at hand. " promise me you will keep yourself safe, santari. that you will do what you must. "
no matter how close they grow -- santari will never claim to know dagan's mind entirely. perhaps this was truly why their kind shunned the very connection created between them. . . because one other than the self was truly unknowable. although, and perhaps this empathy was gifted to her by the force, the jedi master feels as if she shares his pain. in a small portion -- minuscule to what pulls at his heart -- but it is present. her thumb drifts over his heart, wishing futilely that the gesture could soothe what ached inside. she wished those who thought him too rash could feel what she felt. could feel how deeply he cared.
still -- his words leave her throat dry. she is not naive, sheltered within her labs though she might often be. master khri knows the threat the nihil and the path pose to the outer rim and the very core of the order itself. they are not shy of their motives -- and the hatred of the jedi order, was a motivation they pursued. and she knew that if anyone understood their threat, it was dagan. . . he protected that very frontier now under great threat.
selfishly, santari wishes for more time right here, with him before her. their noses brushing together, and his breath warm on her face. these stolen moments were always achingly short -- spread too far from one another to ever truly close the little void dagan gera has created in her head. . . she wants to hold him. to take the time to study and commit to memory the way their bodies press together.
as if he read her mind -- or perhaps she was calling out for it somehow through the force -- strong arms wrapped around her waist to drag her in. she put up no resistance, instead snaking her arms around his neck to hold him close. they can allow themselves this gentle comfort. . . and a stolen glance to zee makes santari's plea known. the droid is able to read it in the jedi master's expression: watch the door. keep us safe.
in dagan's arms, it's all santari can do not to melt. she has truly been worried. . . but she must stay strong. she must stay even. she is of no use to him if she is not a sturdy handhold in a rough storm.
" war is the choice of the council, dagan. it is not ours to make. " the reminder is firm, but soft along the edges. it isn't cruel, but it is sincere. perhaps he was ready to shake free from what he felt were his chains, but santari felt firmly tied to the order. the council will make the right choice. they had to. didn't they? " and they will. certainly they cannot ignore this. not with the loss of so many. "
santari rests her cheek upon dagan's shoulder as he holds her, brow furrowing as he speaks. " i will do what i am called upon to do to protect others, you know that. " santari all but whispers, breath at his neck before she pulls back slightly to look up at him, " what do you think i'll be needing to do, dagan? "
the way i know in my heart that santari cutting off dagan's arm was like. the closest santari could ever come to actually panicking. like this woman does not act hastily -- but that was the rashest decision she's ever made in her life. she'd probably rationalized that she might have to pull her weapon on him -- i don't think it crossed her mind that she'd actually have to use it
📂, your choice :]!!
picking santari bc i can !!
santari is someone who can easily get lost in one focus. she often blames her research and experiments -- but the truth is, she can hyperfixate on anything that interests her. she'll spend hours and hours on a project without coming up for air, and will probably have to be reminded to eat and sleep and to do normal self care things. the fun part is, when she comes to the end of a project or hyperfixation -- she might just sleep for twenty-four hours nonstop and can't be woken up until that time has fully passed
send “📂“ for a random yet completely useless headcanon I have / accepting !
Send “📂“ for a random yet completely useless headcanon I have
@jeditrash said : ❝ why do you stick around? what is it you think you see in me? ❞ + gabs
" really, jedi? stars, i'm starting to think you really are as dumb as you look. " gabs chuckles, raising an eyebrow at cal over her warm bowl of noodles. there he was, being introspective instead of doing something useful like eating. maybe it had something to do with the fact that she'd sustained a wound on their mission earlier that day, but gabs was already over that -- and instead had been arguing playfully with bd and slurping her dinner.
" well, let's see. and you're lucky i'm feeling nice. . . you're decent with that lightsaber. will throw yourself in front of your friends without a second thought. . . you're a halfway decent leader too. at least you can keep the morale going. and, most importantly -- " gabs cocked her head to the droid sitting beside them, " you keep my best assistant around. "
offering cal an irreverent smile, she pushes his meal toward him, a silent encouragement to eat.
" hey. get out of your own head. today went fine. sure, it was a little messy, but we got the data we needed. we're a step closer. "
emotionally charged starters / accepting !!
the starlight beacon had fallen, quite literally, tumbled through the atmosphere of eiram, brimming with the calcified remains of those in the order who had served aboard until the very end. he hadn't needed to see it crashing onto the world within its orbit to understand the horror of which it had met, of which those inside had endured. FORCE-EATERS, nameless, he had encountered them prior at unknown demand along planets untouched by the order's vastness ... heard the corresponding story of master rell's decent into madness.
it makes the temple feel somber, even as they are rallied, even in the talk of movement. which is perhaps the only reason he finds himself here, on world, pace set with purpose through the temple which now felt more like a mausoleum to loss. how long was it until there was a boldness in their enemies, until they came here ... burnt coruscant into nothing. something all-consuming stirs within him. (the council must understand the urgency now, of moving initiates ... moving the future of the order to a place it cannot be so simply overturned.)
" santari. " there is a palpable relief that nearly spills into syllables when he finds her exactly where he'd hoped to. aside from zee's chattering, what he presumes to be a greeting, he offers nothing ... only a sweeping gaze that swallows the room whole. they are alone. perhaps not as alone as he would prefer - not as safe as he knows they could be. his skin itches down to the bone, and he invades her space with an ease that's spurred only by crash of adrenaline that comes after panic. he'd known better than to think her aboard, but that did little to tend to a guttural sort of fear.
dangerous, he thinks. dangerous, because he orbits her too closely. because he cannot speak true nature of feelings without feeling suffocated under their weight. because it is deeply unwise, because it is not within their way of living.
" i'm glad you are safe. " hands calloused from years of saber combat, years of combat in general, cup along the lines of her jaw. he could melt, sink to the floor, ask her to leave this madness ... this weakened order. but he doesn't. he knows better, knows what she'll think of him if he suggests so simply betraying everything they'd known. (the irony. life is cruel, but not yet.) " that you are here. " zee continues chattering, tone punctuated with a vibrant kind of attitude that would irritate him if he was paying any attention.
he hardly realizes it in the moment, mouth fitting neatly to santari's; it makes him feel like every inkling of breath vacates his body. like drowning. heat snakes up the back of his neck, grips him by the throat, drives fingers into the space between ribs. it is careless and quiet and so almost secret if you discarded the droid in proximity. mouth parts from hers, hands worming their way up for a better hold, forehead pressed to hers as if she had been the only source of warmth on miserably frigid day.
" the jedis' light diminishes, " his tone is low, heart racing against the back of his throat. " i fear the order will do nothing as these threats continue. "
secret kiss. @cantinaaband
" SANTARI. "
the familiar voice pause her shaking hands immediately. when she turns, it is abundantly clear that no focus was being given to the project before her. she is only in the lab because she can do nothing else -- she cannot sleep, cannot eat. not after the news of the starlight beacon. not until she saw her friend once more.
" dagan. "
the fear of losing dagan gera had clawed its way painfully up her insides, tearing her apart and leaving her raw. master khri could hardly remember a time she'd felt like this before. yes, she's felt anxiety -- worry over comrades and friends, worry over her work. yes, she's felt fear, felt worry. . . but nothing like this. why does this feeling seem to intend to swallow her whole?
" master gera! " zee is the first to greet him with the generic form of jedi respect despite his proper title, as santari seems only capable of staring with wide, relieved eyes, " it is a relief to see you! "
santari thinks idly that it is so very helpful that zee says what she cannot -- gives voice to the thoughts jumbled in the jedi master's mind as she stared. although, riskier thoughts remained trapped on her tongue: i was so worried for you. what if you had been aboard? what am i supposed to do without you?
this isn't the jedi way, she reminds herself, heart aching as he cups her face. she burns with the thought as dagan's lips press to her own, and the heat rises as she melts into the kiss. it is not the first time they've shared such affection, and they are along but for zee who has been sworn to secrecy. . . their secret.
their lips part and santari nearly chases his with her own. she aches -- in a way she never has before. these feelings are raw and unknown and terrifying. they were everything she's been told to rise above. and yet with dagan. . . the need to be close to him now, the need to see him safe and alive, overwhelmed every bit of jedi tradition she's known.
" of course i am. i've hardly left since i saw you last. " santari all but whispers into his lips as his forehead presses into hers, " i thought. . . i worried you may have been there. i worried you'd gone to help. "
her hands move to press to his chest, feeling his heartbeat beneath her palm. she should push him away, maintain the distance between them. . . but instead she allows him to hold her. it flys in the face of everything she's ever known. . . and yet she's drawn to the flame.
" this loss is unimaginable. i truly feared you may have been among them. " santari admits, unable to keep her personal feelings from bleeding into her speech. she feels fractured -- as if she's coming apart by whatever this is she's allowed into her heart with dagan. a hand reaches up, brushing through silver hair.
" the council will respond. they must. the order may not move quickly. . . but we must trust that they will preserve the order. they cannot ignore this. "
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