THE GREEN SUN OF ASHKA @jediaceanik - Tumblr Blog

Posts

Indie Star Wars OCs Anik Vosh and Kina Voe Selective | Mutuals Only

Low Activity

Scribed by Fae

Tracking JediAceAnik

Rules

Anik Bio | Kina Bio

Anik Verses | Kina Verses

#{ FLIMSI STAR CHART }

ackernen

ultimate male fictional characters i fell in love with // a thread 35/?

35. Ben Barnes: Billy Russo/Jigsaw (The Punisher 2017-2019)

#{ ☀ Scorched Soul | Kina ☀ }#{ ✶ Green Sun ✶ }

Logs in just to lurk

#{ ✶ out of fuel ✶ }#long time no see lol

encisthings

#{ ☀ scorched soul | kina ☀ }

jediaceanik

He's been enjoying teasing Taslin from a distance... way too much.

horriferae

"I will flay you alive with my mind, Vosh."

jediaceanik

"Ma'am please see a therapist."

#{ ✶ IC ✶ }#{ Silver Lining / Crack }#horriferae #WHAT IS YOUR OBSESSION WITH HIS BALLS

He's been enjoying teasing Taslin from a distance... way too much.

#{ ✶ ic ✶ }#{ Silver Lining / Crack }#but is it entirely crack

Anik vc: everyone should call Taslin Moukraa’niil’sat from now on.

#{ ✶ ic ✶ }#crack maybe #we’re at work and hes being a total brat

lunememes

🌙 * ― 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐒 ( prompts for the five senses. add [reversed] to reverse the action. feel free to change wording as needed & add details )

𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇.

[ 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 ] ― sender wraps a soft blanket around receiver’s shoulders [ 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐊 ] ― sender and receiver fall into bed together on silk sheets [ 𝐏𝐔𝐋𝐋 ] ― sender pulls receiver’s hair ( gently / hard ) [ 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 ] ― sender strokes receiver’s hair [ 𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇 ] ― sender brushes receiver’s hair [ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓 ] ― sender paints a picture onto part of receiver’s body ( specify what & where ) [ 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄 ] ― sender traces their fingertips over receiver’s body [ 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑 ] ― sender traces a scar on receiver’s body [ 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃 ] ― sender reaches out to hold receiver’s hand [ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 ] ― sender worships receiver’s body

𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄.

[ 𝐔𝐍𝐔𝐒𝐔𝐀𝐋 ] ― sender feeds receiver something they’ve never tried before ( specify what ) [ 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐑 ] ― sender feeds receiver something sour ( specify what ) [ 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 ] ― sender feeds receiver something sweet ( specify what ) [ 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐄 ] ― sender feeds receiver something spicy ( specify what ) [ 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 ] ― sender kisses receiver to taste the lingering flavour of what they ate or drank on their lips ( specify what ) [ 𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐑 ] ― sender bites receiver hard enough to draw blood [ 𝐔𝐍𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋 ] ― sender feeds receiver soup when they’ve fallen ill [ 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐊 ] ― sender makes receiver a cocktail to try [ 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐇 ] ― sender cooks receiver their favourite meal [ 𝐓𝐑𝐘 ] ― sender gives receiver a taste of what they’re cooking / baking for their opinion

𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓.

[ 𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐃 ] ― sender blindfolds receiver [ 𝐑𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐄 ] ― sender and receiver see each other again after a period of being apart [ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 ] ― sender notices something different about receiver ( injury / haircut / tattoo / piercing / etc ) [ 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐋 ] ― sender greets receiver in formal partywear ( feel free to add detail ) [ 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐒 ] ― sender takes receiver to see lanterns in the sky [ 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒 ] ― sender and receiver lay under the stars to stargaze [ 𝐆𝐀𝐙𝐄 ] ― sender and receiver lock eyes across the room [ 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐖 ] ― sender and receiver see a shadow move out the corner of their eye [ 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍 ] ― sender and receive watch as something burns ( candles / a building / a campfire / etc ) [ 𝐅𝐈𝐒𝐇 ] ― sender takes receiver to the aquarium to watch the sea life [ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐊 ] ― sender recognises receiver at a masquerade party

𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃.

[ 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐂 ] ― sender puts on the radio to listen to music with receiver [ 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 ] ― sender plays receiver their favourite song on an instrument ( specify what ) [ 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍 ] ― sender and receiver are in bed together while rain lashes against the windows / tent / etc [ 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑 ] ― sender whispers something in receiver’s ear ( specify what ) [ 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 ] ― sender asks receiver for a dance upon hearing a song [ 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐘 ] ― sender and receiver hear a sound when they should be alone ( footsteps / creaking floorboards / a scream / etc ) [ 𝐇𝐔𝐌 ] ― sender hums a lullaby to lull receiver to sleep [ 𝐌𝐔𝐅𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐃 ] ― sender comforts a temporally deaf receiver after a loud sound ( gunshot / explosion / etc ) [ 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐌 ] ― sender calms receiver down from a panic attack in a loud place [ 𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐑 ] ― sender and receiver hear a muffled sound from another room / outside ( music / people / creature / etc ) [ 𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖 ] ― sender hears receiver crying and approaches comfort them

𝐒𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐋.

[ 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐇 ] ― sender puts a scented bath bomb into receiver’s bath [ 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐄 ] ― sender lights a scented candle for receiver [ 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 ] ― sender puts perfume / aftershave on receiver’s ( wrist / neck / cheek ) [ 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓 ] ― sender inhales receiver’s scent [ 𝐂𝐎𝐎𝐊 ] ― sender is drawn to the kitchen by receiver’s cooking [ 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒 ] ― sender steals an item of receiver’s clothes because it smells like them [ 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 ] ― sender notices receiver smells of their shampoo / shower gel [ 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒 ] ― sender gives receiver flowers [ 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐇 ] ― sender helps clean receiver after a long day / stressful situation [ 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐘 ] ― sender and receiver walk through the sewers to escape capture / avoid detection / chase someone [ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄 ] ― sender massages receiver with a scented oil

#{ ✶ memes ✶ }

I swear were alive. Just got hit with horrible depression and a major melt down. We good now but struggling with writers block on all fronts.

#{ ✶ out of fuel ✶ }#im struggling to even write my book

zanephillips

Boys (Jongens) 2014 dir. Mischa Kamp

#{ ✶ Muse Aesthetic ✶ }#{ Know that I would gladly be The Icarus to your certainty / cruoren }#{ May the Force be with Queue }

I will never get over long haired Thrawn.

It does things.

#{ ✶ out of fuel ✶ }#every time i see Thrawn with long hair i get all heart eyes #im weak okay

jediaceanik

I will fight the urge to make a mumu side blog (mostly because I cant be arsed to make one full)

jediaceanik

that lasted 0.2 seconds.

#{ ✶ Out of Fuel ✶ }

I will fight the urge to make a mumu side blog (mostly because I cant be arsed to make one full)

#{ ✶ out of fuel ✶ }#im failing at fighting this btw

nimueh-rpg

#{ ✶ green sun ✶ }#{ ☀ scorched soul | kina ☀ }

Very, and I mean VERY unfinished Wookiepedia page for Anik

#{ ✶ out of fuel ✶ }#did i mention its very unfinished????#I have so much to do #and so many pages to make

fearlastyear

“I’ll tell your story - your story that was once so graceful but now is dark. That’s what I do: I tell dark stories before and after they come true.”

— Margaret Atwood, from Another Visit To The Oracle in “The Door” (via adrasteiax)

#{ Know that I would gladly be The Icarus to your certainty / cruoren }

Sweat rolled down the base of Anik's neck as he and the bb droid in front of him walked with purpose through the First Order base. He'd cut his hair for this mission, short and neat. Perfectly combed to fit into the stifling rigid formality of the first order base. He looked the part. Neat hair, engineer uniform that had been... Liberated from it's previous owner and a cap that felt absolutely ridiculous to him. But he felt uneasy. Smooth white walls seemed to hem him in like a maze as he followed the repainted droid, the featureless walls threatening to confuse and disorientate them. He'd been on many a resistance base that sprawled seemingly endlessly into rock and mountain but this, with its featureless walls and endless repeating hallways was screwing with him.

The droid beeped softly as it turned a corner. <nearly there.>

The only reason he was even here was that they needed good intel. The smaller bases they'd been hitting gave them glimpses of the bigger picture but nothing major. Nothing that could give them actual insight to what was happening. The entire Resistance had been struggling to gain momentum. With the First Order being so widespread and vicious in their takeover it had, at one point, felt hopeless.

He shook himself out of that spiral. He couldn't get stuck on that. Not now. Not when he was so close.

Both man and droid stopped outside a door and Anik scanned the stolen badge. After a long few agonising seconds, the door hissed open and they stepped inside as a group of troopers passed them. Relief washed over both of them as the door hissed shut behind them in the small room of terminals. "Too close Bee. Quick, let's get this over with before I forget how the hell we got here."

Ten minutes later they excited the room, BB-12 ahead of him again as Anik straightened out the uniform, the datacard of intel hidden in a pocket sewn into the inside of his sleeve. He'd been right. This was a good hit. Eron had insisted it was too dangerous to go after something this large but they couldn't keep going on morsels. They needed a feast.

Two corridors back the way they came, and the uneasy feeling of being followed washed over him, hairs standing up on the back of his neck. "Bee..." Anik slowed to a stop, the droid rolling ahead of him a few feet as he did. Realisation something was very wrong hit him a little too late. The corridors had been... Devoid of people. Unlike the first time they walked through where troopers and staff had been milling about everywhere. Now it was empty. Just himself and his droid in endless corridors with their glowing lights and sterile walls, devoid of people.

It was like they had stepped into a liminal space. The droid rolled to a stop and beeped back.

<what?> "It's... Too quiet." <lets go then!>

Both man and droid froze as the sound of a door hissed behind them, BB-12 leaning to see behind his master's legs. It wasn't like before when he was a boy. He hadn't had visions like that since the fire, but occasionally, he'd see a flash of what might happen in the next few moments. A quick series of images flashed behind his eyes in the moments he watched Bee tilt. In the next breath he burst into action, bending to grab the not exactly light droid, the force rushing through him to lend him strength as he dove into an alcove, the droid almost in his lap, his hand moving to the blaster he had kept in his boot, wishing he had brought his saber.

@croyant

#{ ✶ ic ✶ }#{ Born of Kyber / Main Verse }#croyant #croyant: Narka #I panicked at what verse so you get default while i figure that out

Trending Blogs

Recently Viewed Blogs

THE GREEN SUN OF ASHKA