My closest friends : @starlit-jedi @rolling-the-dice-gffa @joan-loves-quesadillas [ If I forgot to tag you let me know ! Just cause you arenāt listed doesnāt mean we arenāt pals . ]
I enjoy : Birdwatching , music , desserts , spicy foods , the color red , my vode .
I dislike : Everything else .
My favorite bands / artists : My Midichlorian Romance , Solar System of a Down , Panic ! At The Spaceport
[ OOC note : i want to list other artists / bands but I canāt make a pun out of them . Deftones , Korn , Chappell Roan .. if you come up with puns lmk aha .. ]
Adding more later .
ā OOC boundaries , important information , and related things stated below . Read before interacting .
[ LAST UPDATED : 3/28/25 . ]
1 . Strictly SFW . I am a minor .
2 . Plague is already shipped with Lyiatbda [ Character owned by @/devourror . All other interactions must remain platonic .
3 . I often get anxious about interacting and experience intense writers block . Be patient with me .
4 . Sometimes I might misread or misinterpret your ask/response . Please be polite when informing me about that .
5 . Plague is a character belonging to me. [ @cyarikaskywalker ]
6 . Plague is queer / LGBTQIA + . Queerphobia will not be tolerated .
7 . All posts , unless stated otherwise [ ex. [ Empire AU ] listed on an ask ] , will take place somewhere during the clone wars .
8 . I may frequently change the way i respond to asks . I try to improve the way they look and are formatted often . I may change grammar , add or remove dividers , and other things of the sort . I am aware of my inconsistency .
9 . Have fun with it ! I enjoy responding to asks and roleplaying ! Please send as many asks as you would like , as long as you are respectful if i choose not to respond to a particular ask .
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Plague : general tallisk come get me please . medbay wink wink
Plague : we got taken hostage by the enemy for a few months and just now the republic came for us
Plague : i cannot take this it is so quiet in here im perfectly fine anyways i just need food and sentient contact
Plague : sorry for disturbing you . but i feel like im going insane in here
Plague : thanks
[ Attached is an image of a disheveled , starved - looking Plague . Heās sitting in the medbay . ]
[ @cc-6209 <3 sorry iāve been Dead ]
Kistra didn't even respond to the transmissions just ran the whole way to the medbay, she definitely broke at least one vase on her way, the doors slammed open, she did a once over of the room, eyes locking onto Plague, eyes widening, tears of pure relief welling up, she crossed the room as fast as humanly possible, afraid to hug him, not knowing what kind of injuries he'd sustained, she immediately gripped his hand, pressing a kiss to the back of it, trying not to start full on sobbing.
"You're alive- You're alive-"
Her voice was breathless and strained, looking him over, assessing his injuries, her free hand reaching up to cradle the side of his cheek.
He greeted her with his usual lopsided ā grin , ā which was more of a scowl , but he couldnāt help it . It was just how he smiled , apparently .
Plague sat up . ā I havenāt seen you in ages . ā
ā . . Was that always on your face ? . . ā
He shook his head . ā Anyway . . I didnāt sustain any major injuries , so you donāt need to worry . I think Iāve gone crazy , though . ā He chuckled to himself .
Despite his humorous approach to it , he was very obviously exhausted . Physically and mentally . He had given up hope long before rescue , which hadnāt been too great to deal with .
Kistra bit back the sob that threatened to bubble up, this was Plague's time to mourn, not hers. She pressed kiss after kiss to his soft hair, thanking the Force he was alive and back in her arms.
"Oh baby..."
Her voice was a breathless whisper, her fingers curling in the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer.
Her heart broke at his words, she pulled him closer to kiss his forehead, her thumb wiping a falling tear. Force above would this war never end? How many more innocent lives? How many more boys taken too young? How much longer?!
"You never trouble me, you're not a bother, or a burden, or any of those other words I can see lurking, you are my friend, and friends share each other's hurts and heartaches..."
Her eyes were glassy as she cradled his cheek, coaxing him to meet her gaze.
"Please... talk to me... don't hold back... I don't want you to bottle this up..."
Plague : general tallisk come get me please . medbay wink wink
Plague : we got taken hostage by the enemy for a few months and just now the republic came for us
Plague : i cannot take this it is so quiet in here im perfectly fine anyways i just need food and sentient contact
Plague : sorry for disturbing you . but i feel like im going insane in here
Plague : thanks
[ Attached is an image of a disheveled , starved - looking Plague . Heās sitting in the medbay . ]
[ @cc-6209 <3 sorry iāve been Dead ]
Kistra didn't even respond to the transmissions just ran the whole way to the medbay, she definitely broke at least one vase on her way, the doors slammed open, she did a once over of the room, eyes locking onto Plague, eyes widening, tears of pure relief welling up, she crossed the room as fast as humanly possible, afraid to hug him, not knowing what kind of injuries he'd sustained, she immediately gripped his hand, pressing a kiss to the back of it, trying not to start full on sobbing.
"You're alive- You're alive-"
Her voice was breathless and strained, looking him over, assessing his injuries, her free hand reaching up to cradle the side of his cheek.
He greeted her with his usual lopsided ā grin , ā which was more of a scowl , but he couldnāt help it . It was just how he smiled , apparently .
Plague sat up . ā I havenāt seen you in ages . ā
ā . . Was that always on your face ? . . ā
He shook his head . ā Anyway . . I didnāt sustain any major injuries , so you donāt need to worry . I think Iāve gone crazy , though . ā He chuckled to himself .
Despite his humorous approach to it , he was very obviously exhausted . Physically and mentally . He had given up hope long before rescue , which hadnāt been too great to deal with .
Kistra bit back the sob that threatened to bubble up, this was Plague's time to mourn, not hers. She pressed kiss after kiss to his soft hair, thanking the Force he was alive and back in her arms.
"Oh baby..."
Her voice was a breathless whisper, her fingers curling in the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer.
Plague : general tallisk come get me please . medbay wink wink
Plague : we got taken hostage by the enemy for a few months and just now the republic came for us
Plague : i cannot take this it is so quiet in here im perfectly fine anyways i just need food and sentient contact
Plague : sorry for disturbing you . but i feel like im going insane in here
Plague : thanks
[ Attached is an image of a disheveled , starved - looking Plague . Heās sitting in the medbay . ]
[ @cc-6209 <3 sorry iāve been Dead ]
Kistra didn't even respond to the transmissions just ran the whole way to the medbay, she definitely broke at least one vase on her way, the doors slammed open, she did a once over of the room, eyes locking onto Plague, eyes widening, tears of pure relief welling up, she crossed the room as fast as humanly possible, afraid to hug him, not knowing what kind of injuries he'd sustained, she immediately gripped his hand, pressing a kiss to the back of it, trying not to start full on sobbing.
"You're alive- You're alive-"
Her voice was breathless and strained, looking him over, assessing his injuries, her free hand reaching up to cradle the side of his cheek.
He greeted her with his usual lopsided ā grin , ā which was more of a scowl , but he couldnāt help it . It was just how he smiled , apparently .
Plague sat up . ā I havenāt seen you in ages . ā
ā . . Was that always on your face ? . . ā
He shook his head . ā Anyway . . I didnāt sustain any major injuries , so you donāt need to worry . I think Iāve gone crazy , though . ā He chuckled to himself .
Despite his humorous approach to it , he was very obviously exhausted . Physically and mentally . He had given up hope long before rescue , which hadnāt been too great to deal with .
Plague : general tallisk come get me please . medbay wink wink
Plague : we got taken hostage by the enemy for a few months and just now the republic came for us
Plague : i cannot take this it is so quiet in here im perfectly fine anyways i just need food and sentient contact
Plague : sorry for disturbing you . but i feel like im going insane in here
Plague : thanks
[ Attached is an image of a disheveled , starved - looking Plague . Heās sitting in the medbay . ]
[ @cc-6209 <3 sorry iāve been Dead ]
Kistra didn't even respond to the transmissions just ran the whole way to the medbay, she definitely broke at least one vase on her way, the doors slammed open, she did a once over of the room, eyes locking onto Plague, eyes widening, tears of pure relief welling up, she crossed the room as fast as humanly possible, afraid to hug him, not knowing what kind of injuries he'd sustained, she immediately gripped his hand, pressing a kiss to the back of it, trying not to start full on sobbing.
"You're alive- You're alive-"
Her voice was breathless and strained, looking him over, assessing his injuries, her free hand reaching up to cradle the side of his cheek.
He greeted her with his usual lopsided ā grin , ā which was more of a scowl , but he couldnāt help it . It was just how he smiled , apparently .
Plague sat up . ā I havenāt seen you in ages . ā
ā . . Was that always on your face ? . . ā
He shook his head . ā Anyway . . I didnāt sustain any major injuries , so you donāt need to worry . I think Iāve gone crazy , though . ā He chuckled to himself .
Despite his humorous approach to it , he was very obviously exhausted . Physically and mentally . He had given up hope long before rescue , which hadnāt been too great to deal with .
Itās been awful quiet since I got back . Iām startin ā to get worried ! I canāt sneak off and look around since Iām stuck in the medbay ..
[ ooc : image by @/devourror . BTW !!! i will likely no longer be active in the holonet transmissions community because communities are broken for me ]
Iāve been gone for Force knows how long , and I havenāt heard anything from anyone . Fill me in , please !!
PS . I need someone to come get me , the medbay is awful I donāt even need to be here I just need a really big meal and someone to scream at . Iām in the medbay wink wink
Ā²Ā³ā¾ keeping their favourite foods at your place
Kistra's quarters were well known amongst her legion (and the others she'd taken under her wing) as a space full of blankets, laughter, and best of all snacks.
The Jedi endeavored to keep a good stock of various crunchables, and plenty of instant noodles packets. But there were a few, special things she kept for specific visitors, something they liked the best. Like the small box full of various cookie and chip bags that had Plague's name written on the top in her loopy handwriting.
~ @starlit-jedi š¤š
Plague would visit her very often . He found it to be more comforting than the barracks . Sure , his brothers and sisters were there , but there was something much more homey ā not that he knew what a real home was likeā about it .
He also loved the abundance of snacks . Plague had a sweet tooth like no other , and she always had something for him . His favorite snack she had was some kind of nut cookie . They tasted almost exactly like uj cake ! Just thinking about it made his mouth water .
Plague didnāt know how or where she got all of those snacks but he was eternally grateful .
Plus , she let him nap on her floor . Who else would ? Nobody he knew .
Kistra loved sharing her safe haven of a space. This was her home, her space to share, it made her feel safe and cozy, she wanted to share that feeling with the people she loved most. It always made her heart do a little stuttery thing when she saw Plague napping peacefully on the soft carpet, sometimes she'd just lay down next to him, she didn't necessarily sleep, just felt his warmth, listened to his breathing, and his soft little snores, it soothed her constantly racing thoughts and reminded her he was here, safe and alive at her side.
Well... that didn't go according to plan... even remotely...
Kistra was abundantly aware of that fact, but it was a last ditch effort, short of giving up completely, and if the damn reinforcements had come on time it would have worked!
She could feel how stiff Plague was next to her as they stood, side by side in front of a very pissed off Mace Windu, his death glare had her withering where she stood, feeling like a scolded padawan. Before Plague had a chance to open his mouth, she took a slight step forward and a deep breath, before blurting:
"It was my idea, actually, sir. Just uhm- didn't go as smoothly as anticipated..."
~ @starlit-jedi šš¤
Plague could feel himself dying inside as he tried not to look Mace in the eye . He had kriffed up . It was the worst heād kriffed up since he was a cadet in training . His own general had been more forgiving , but she had since left .
Plague , you diākut ! He mentally scolded himself , armored fists clenching at his side . A bead of sweat rolled down his forehead . His face was scrunched up in guilt , but luckily he was wearing his helmet so it wasnāt visible he was nervous .
Mace scared him , to say the very least . He couldnāt imagine being in his legion ..
As Kistra spoke , he raised an eyebrow . What the hell is she on about ? Itās my fault .
ā General Tallisk .. ā He whispered under his breath , hissing out the words through his clenched teeth . ā What the kriff are you talking about ? ā
Plague didnāt doubt that she was capable of it , but he didnāt want her to handle it . It was his shitty idea , he should be the one handling it .
He couldnāt lie , he appreciated her taking the hit , but it wasnāt her hit to take . He had screwed up and he had to be a responsible Commander by taking accountability for it .
ā Kistra .. ā Plague whispered . It felt weird to call her by her first name , especially on duty , but he hoped itād get her attention .
Kistra was the kind of person to keep each and every gift, card, or trinket people gave her, she had little rows of various small gifts lined up on the shelves in her quarters, they were important to her, from the pained pebble on her nightstand, to the smooth piece of beskar on her shelf. They were reminders of the people who'd given them to her.
So, it was in character that her fridge was plastered with drawings that younglings and Padawans had gifted her. But her favorite, right in the center stuck to the mettle with a sparkly magnet, was a drawing Plague had done on the back of a meeting agenda, front and center to all the other various doodles. It made her smile every time she walked by.
~ @starlit-jedi š¤š
Plague liked to collect as well . He often collected holoflats , rather than physical things , because it was easier to manage . He took them on his helmet , so he could easily access them whenever .
If there was something he wanted to save , which was usually some kind of oddity like an animal skeleton or a special looking stone , he would take a holoflat of it . He mostly had holoflats of his vode being chaotic , birds he liked , interesting landscapes , or whatever else he found interesting .
But he had one holoflat in particular he liked the most . It was of Kistra , and it held a lot of fond memories . Heād even drawn it .
Plague liked to draw . He didnāt really consider himself great at it , but he found it calming when he had the time . He couldnāt really keep his drawings , so he usually gave them to Kistra .
Kistra had a very fond place in her heart for Plague's drawings, she had a few plastered in various places, like the one of the bathroom mirror, it was just a little doodle he'd made, with a smiley face and the words 'have a good day!'. It made her smile every time she saw it. She returned the favour when she could, leaving sticky notes on his bunk, or on snack bags, silly little doodles and notes, just to hopefully brighten his day.
(OOC: Two different versions of The Picture, ft. My face claim for Kistra, Scarlett Johansson as Natasha š„°)
Kistra knew from experience how frustrating it was being in a cast, it was the worst. She'd been there... more than once, she couldn't even brush her own hair! Having to rely on other people to help her do even the most basic tasks was hard... really hard.
So naturally, watching Plague attempt to shave, with his left hand, made her cringe, both because he'd already managed to cut himself once, and because she sympathized wildly with the difficulty of functioning with your non-dominent hand. So, she perched on the counter, holding his face still with one hand, while she carefully guided the razor along his stubbly jaw, careful not to accidentally nick the sensitive skin there.
~ @starlit-jedi š¤š
Plague hated when his facial hair grew back . He didnāt like the texture of it , and it made him look funny , in his opinion .
Not being able to shave it himself made him want to scream , so Kistra assisting him made him feel a bit better .
He tilted his chin up so she could get to the stubble easier .
Plague wanted to insist he could do it himself , but that would be a lie , and he didnāt lie . His right hand was unusable and it frustrated him . Help was wanted .
Kistra loved to read, in fact she usually had a book stashed somewhere in the pockets of her robes, whether to wait out a particularly boring transport, or to keep her company on cold deployment nights. Her quarters had no shortage of books, on the shelves, on the table beside her bed, a few stacked on the floor, adding to the comfortable chaos of her personal haven.
She was sitting against the pillows on her bed, Plague's cheek resting on her lap, his eyes were close, but he was stiff. She knew better than to ask him what was wrong, he'd brush it off like he always did, she hoped he'd learn to open up, but she wouldn't push him, he needed rest, not interrogation, so she flipped the page, starting a chapter about Mandalorian customs, and ran her fingers through his hair, beginning the chapter aloud. Her master always read to her when she couldn't make her mind slow down and rest, so, she could give Plague something to focus on other than his own tumultuous thoughts.
~ @starlit-jedi šš¤
Plague lit up a little as she started reading to him . The topic interested him , and he wanted to listen .
He was stressed .
Stressed was an understatement . But heād rather amputate his own two legs than talk about it . That was usually how it was .
But even just being around her was enough to calm him down a bit . He appreciated the fact that she let him mope in her quarters . He appreciated it more than he appreciated new gear .
Ā²Ā³ā¾ keeping their favourite foods at your place
Kistra's quarters were well known amongst her legion (and the others she'd taken under her wing) as a space full of blankets, laughter, and best of all snacks.
The Jedi endeavored to keep a good stock of various crunchables, and plenty of instant noodles packets. But there were a few, special things she kept for specific visitors, something they liked the best. Like the small box full of various cookie and chip bags that had Plague's name written on the top in her loopy handwriting.
~ @starlit-jedi š¤š
Plague would visit her very often . He found it to be more comforting than the barracks . Sure , his brothers and sisters were there , but there was something much more homey ā not that he knew what a real home was likeā about it .
He also loved the abundance of snacks . Plague had a sweet tooth like no other , and she always had something for him . His favorite snack she had was some kind of nut cookie . They tasted almost exactly like uj cake ! Just thinking about it made his mouth water .
Plague didnāt know how or where she got all of those snacks but he was eternally grateful .
Plus , she let him nap on her floor . Who else would ? Nobody he knew .
Well... that didn't go according to plan... even remotely...
Kistra was abundantly aware of that fact, but it was a last ditch effort, short of giving up completely, and if the damn reinforcements had come on time it would have worked!
She could feel how stiff Plague was next to her as they stood, side by side in front of a very pissed off Mace Windu, his death glare had her withering where she stood, feeling like a scolded padawan. Before Plague had a chance to open his mouth, she took a slight step forward and a deep breath, before blurting:
"It was my idea, actually, sir. Just uhm- didn't go as smoothly as anticipated..."
~ @starlit-jedi šš¤
Plague could feel himself dying inside as he tried not to look Mace in the eye . He had kriffed up . It was the worst heād kriffed up since he was a cadet in training . His own general had been more forgiving , but she had since left .
Plague , you diākut ! He mentally scolded himself , armored fists clenching at his side . A bead of sweat rolled down his forehead . His face was scrunched up in guilt , but luckily he was wearing his helmet so it wasnāt visible he was nervous .
Mace scared him , to say the very least . He couldnāt imagine being in his legion ..
As Kistra spoke , he raised an eyebrow . What the hell is she on about ? Itās my fault .
ā General Tallisk .. ā He whispered under his breath , hissing out the words through his clenched teeth . ā What the kriff are you talking about ? ā
Kistra was the kind of person to keep each and every gift, card, or trinket people gave her, she had little rows of various small gifts lined up on the shelves in her quarters, they were important to her, from the pained pebble on her nightstand, to the smooth piece of beskar on her shelf. They were reminders of the people who'd given them to her.
So, it was in character that her fridge was plastered with drawings that younglings and Padawans had gifted her. But her favorite, right in the center stuck to the mettle with a sparkly magnet, was a drawing Plague had done on the back of a meeting agenda, front and center to all the other various doodles. It made her smile every time she walked by.
~ @starlit-jedi š¤š
Plague liked to collect as well . He often collected holoflats , rather than physical things , because it was easier to manage . He took them on his helmet , so he could easily access them whenever .
If there was something he wanted to save , which was usually some kind of oddity like an animal skeleton or a special looking stone , he would take a holoflat of it . He mostly had holoflats of his vode being chaotic , birds he liked , interesting landscapes , or whatever else he found interesting .
But he had one holoflat in particular he liked the most . It was of Kistra , and it held a lot of fond memories . Heād even drawn it .
Plague liked to draw . He didnāt really consider himself great at it , but he found it calming when he had the time . He couldnāt really keep his drawings , so he usually gave them to Kistra .
