in a galaxy far away...

INDIE STAR WARS MULTI. WRITTEN BY ZACHARIAH. * THEME BY HIGHNIS!

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   INDIE STAR WARS MULTIMUSE,   ft.  both canon  characters  &  ocs.  canon divergent and multiverse in  MANY respects,   &   HEAVILY UNDER CONSTRUCTION.  written by zachariah.  previously @crdered. 

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   INDIE STAR WARS MULTIMUSE,   ft.  both canon  characters  &  ocs.  canon divergent and multiverse in  MANY respects,   &   HEAVILY UNDER CONSTRUCTION.  written by zachariah.  previously @crdered. 

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“it’s not your job to protect me.” /pavan son to pavan dad

  “DAMMIT,  KID --  don’t you understand anything?”   There’s  desperate edge in Lorn’s voice,  an ever-present twinkle of remorse to be found in his brown eyes. He pauses for a moment to regain his composure,  old fingers pinching the bridge of his nose and head dipping downward for a moment,  only because his voice had  CRACKED  as if he were on the verge of tears. (Perhaps he was. He couldn’t say. There were so many tears he found himself shedding now if only because he was too stubborn to shed them in his youth.)

“---     YEAH.   It is my job to protect you.  I’m your father. It’s literally all I’m here to do.” The desperation for Jax to understand continued to plague Lorn’s voice even as he raised his head to continue speaking,  brows creasing in an effort to keep the emotion down. “I lost you once, okay, kid? And that ...   that was  on me. I can’t let that happen again. Would you just let me do this for you?  Would you just --     let me be there for you for once in our lives?” 

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“everywhere you go, i go.” @ quinlan :))

 THE SMILE HE SMILES  in response to that remark is completely warm. Has he been waiting for Obi-Wan to say something of that nature? It seems as though he’s been waiting for Obi-Wan to say something of that nature!   A muscled arm loops  EASILY ‘round his best friend’s shoulders as they walk toward the ship on which they were to depart,  chin tipped upward with delight  &  lips curled in a  BRIGHT SMILE. 

 “Now that’s the kind of enthusiasm I wanna hear,  Obi-Wan! See? Everything’s gonna be   A - OKAY as long as we stick together.”  Quinlan Vos:  a social creature, everybody.

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blows kisses to the sky for zach

I CATCH IT AS I ... FLOAT AMONG THE CLOUDS 

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thezabrakassassin:

Something had exploded and suddenly everything was black, it was all he could remember. Maul could swear he could hear Savage’s voice but it sounded distant, like he was deep underwater. Slowly things started to make sense and come back to him as he felt Savage shaking him, something that right felt about as good as a hammer to he face. Judging from his brother’s voice he had probably been knocked out.

“Don’t shake me.” Maul groaned as he groggy opened his eyes. Starting to feel the throbbing pain in his ribbs, was probably enough of an explanation that something went wrong. “What happened?” he asked with a hoars voice, confused looking around.

  HE DETACHED HIMSELF  from his brother’s side without apology as he stirred to consciousness,   expression relaxing CONSIDERABLY.  It wasn’t that Savage thought his brother had died --  not when he could hear his heart beat through the Force, not when they were that  in tune to each other’s life energy -- he simply WORRIED  about his well-being  incessantly,  as if it was written into the very code of his personality.  “Explosion.” Savage gruffly responded with the obvious,  head nodding toward the  still-smoldering flames in the distance. 

“We were attacked.  Ship crashed.”  The bigger Zabrak began to explain, moving to one knee and offering his hands to the other that they both might stand up.  “They are looking for us still.” Savage only played the pronoun game because he wasn’t sure who these people were. People who weren’t fond of his brother,  he could guess --  perhaps Jedi.  But he was still an amateur in the Force,  had not been  as badly  TORTURED  into understanding its ways as his brother had.  

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Jyn punches Saw in the arm. affectionately. probably.

  HE LOOKS AT HER  in  slight  surprise to feel the  dull  thump of her fist ‘gainst his  muscled arm,  at first unsure of how to react to such an action from someone like Jyn  --   she was pretty hardened,  not unlike himself.  But after enough time has passed for him to register, he finds his older face  melting into a smile,  his expression  PLAYFUL  as he moved to  TRAP  her in a headlock  to   RUFFLE  her hair,   saying:     “ ---    come here,  you.”    

It was interesting how Jyn could bring out such moods in him.  Sometimes Saw thought he’d completely rejected any aspect of  happiness  his more boyish personality had contained in his  YOUTH.  It was brief,  rare moments like these that Saw was  truly glad she was under his care. Maybe, in a way,  they were both being healed. 

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  HERE   is a  new starter call !!! sorry for the delay,  really!!!  i’m definitely going to write here today!!

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where is zach !!!

okay guys !!! i really wanna be heckin ACTIVE on this blog because i LOVE IT AND Y’ALL SO MUCH  but i’m so busy with school and all my other blogs!!! i hope im gonna be more active on here Soon but for now here’s a quick convenient list of where else i might be if you ever wanna chat!!

discord: zachie!#9907 skype: okayhamlet  spongebob: @contendr  -  very active!  my oc rocky: @wanderderry  - pretty active! georgie denbrough:  @realfor  - semi active!  jim hopper: @dadchief - not v active yet!

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  “ --  BROTHER?  BROTHER!”   What’s that, Savage?  Just the slightest tint of panic in your voice?  I think I hear it! The brutish Zabrak has his equally brutish hands  clasped on  Maul’s shoulders --   Maul, who is reclining unfortunately on the ground, blacked out;  there’s definitely a broken bone there somewhere,  after that nasty explosion he was caught in  --   and he was shaking him a little.  Savage was no healer,  and he definitely didn’t like the sight of his brother unconscious.  

Golden eyes,  wide and surprised,  promptly relax  as his brother stirs and groans. Almost in an embarrassed reflex, Savage relinquishes his tight grasp on his brother  and looks away,  as if scanning the horizon for their enemies. (In reality,  he’s just trying to play off the fact that he was so worried without even truly knowing the heart of his worry due to memory loss. Gotta love that Nightsister magic, making you oblivious to your own emotions and intent!)

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Suddenly, there's a tiny baby Sha in here. She's just holding her arms up, waiting to get a cuddle. It's been a long day being a mini Kel Dor and she desperately needs one

 THE OLD MAN  has had an excessively long day too,  little one. It was amazing, the things one could accomplish and the places one could go when the slept little and woke early. Plo did not often think about his fatigue -  not when there was always so much to do, people to talk to, things to arrange -   so when it came time to rest,  he always realized there was a certain WEARINESS in his bones that had settled there long before he  NOTICED IT.   

He walked with silent,  sweeping steps,  prepared to get a good night’s rest,  if that’s how the night should end up GOING.  ( Plans were never definite when you were a Jedi council member. The Force only knew if someone would need his help across the galaxy and call him to their aid;  or,  hell,  even here in the Temple itself. Plo could only HOPE.  It seemed to be the main activity he engaged in consistently these days:  HOPING. )

The door to his chamber opens,  and indeed:  suddenly, there’s a tiny baby Sha in here.  Plo’d be lying if he said something didn’t flutter in relief and delight to see his little niece --  truly, even though he was desperately in need of some time alone,   Sha was the second best.  Silently doing as she commanded,  Plo scooped her up in his arms, simply holding her for a long moment.  “Koh-to-ya,  little one.”  It’s soft after the minute of silence is up  -   the ice breaks in his voice.  One can hear the exhaustion. Dorin never felt so natural and relaxing in his throat.  “Ready for bed, are we?”

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“I’ve got a gallon of ice cream and if you don’t get a spoon my tummyache will be all your fault.” - Zam to Hondo, bc. Modern fam.

  “-- EVERY DAY,  every single day I say that I am trying to get RID of this cursed belly,” He gestures animatedly in his very Hondo way to the obvious gut he’s sporting beneath that  button-up, “and yet my family INSISTS on always presenting me with such amazing food.  I swear to all that is holy,  you and Jango are trying to kill me. Is it that I am the WEAK LINK in the marriage? Hmm?”  He can’t help but   LAUGH,  even as he says it --   even as he’s walking into the kitchen to get the SPOON  Zam requested of him.  “Oh, well. If this is a plot, I shall walk into it with my eyes OPEN,  thankyouverymuch. And what a very sweet death it will be!”

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HIS BREATHS COME SLOWLY,  and each one sounds completely pained --  there’s an uncomfortable metal grind with each one  ( akin to the sound of  CHALK ‘gainst a chalkboard ),  and they’re all  raspy  WHEEZES  or else violent coughs.    Damn this metal body and damn serving the Sith in the damn war.  Grievous meant it this time.  He did not fear death,  nor did he wish for it --  but things were never easy for him.  Not ever.    

The Kaleesh gods had not been kind to him, once. Little did he know that he was getting screwed over by them every single day he continued to survive when he should have died by the side of his partner.  

Reptilian eyes close just for a moment --   just a moment! A flutter of vulnerability for Obi-Wan alone --  and Grievous allows himself a moment to pretend he can feel the pressure of the other’s kiss on his mask.  ( Pretending was a dangerous thing.  But Grievous was dying. He’d allow himself this,  just for now. )  

“Do NOT--  kkhhkk,   AGH ---   flatter yourself too MUCH,”  The Kaleesh rasps,  turning to gaze at the other’s face with his  hazy,  pained eyes,   METAL CLAWS moving to CLUTCH  the  organic hand on his neck.  “I cannot guarantee ---”    He coughed violently,  back arching painfully,  sparks flying,  “-- I have much ... khhkk ... BREATH LEFT. You will die ... NEXT TIME.” It’s in part playful  -  their normal banter,  at an inconvenient time -  and in part his normal grumpy self. Of course.  

@siirensung // continued from. 

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smol obi pokes quinlan with a stick :D

  “ --  HEY, CUT IT OUT, WILL YOU?”   Quinlan  replies  semi-playfully,  swatting the other’s  STICK away with the wave of his hand.  “I’m actually trying to focus on this,  for once.  You’re throwing me off.”

He tries to go back to the task at hand, eyes closing & expression hardening in concentration once more,  but now Obi-Wan has completely distracted him. Good job, Obi.   His eyes flutter open once more,  and he turns to him,  brow RAISING as he inquires:  “ -- where did you get that?” 

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im HERE, im QUEER .... and you should all totally write me some starters or send me some asks so i can get my HECKIN MUSE BACK 

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okboy:

mutual: hey

me: asdhasiaisdasuinuiasndiasniasdismdwiedoasdsiomdisewsdasfewefefesrfwefdsfsdfsdfuisnfdsicnixncixncisdcfisddiwerjisidsiwermimfsdmifmiwefsdmfimifmomfodmofidmsofsdof,osdfofodfomfodmfdsfmdossdfmewfsdof,sdof,oeeptk34pk5op34k5op34534o53kp34k34opk 34ko34jk534o5j34oj5345 hey i love you lol

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@highnis

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💋+2 for Phral :')

 HER LIPS CURVED UPWARD IN A GRIN when she felt Braig’s against her cheek, and she didn’t hesitate in pretty much throwing her arms around his shoulders, pulling him in for a big ol’ hug, that delighted expression not LEAVING her. Normally they tried to keep their rather frequent physical affection on the down low, but Phral couldn’t help it: she was the cuddliest little thing, and the clones around them didn’t seem to mind. It was an appropriate situation for it, as well: a goodbye, for now.  

Phral knew the nerves one could have before going out to try and do the duty of a Jedi, but she knew Braig was an amazing Jedi. She had no doubts in him, nor in Master Kenobi and all of their men. 

“Good luck,” she said softly, turning her head to return the kiss to his cheek before squeezing him tight once more. “I’m gonna miss you. Take care of the boys, okay? I’ll be here when you get back.”