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[jedimusings]

woundedwrldd​:

he wasn’t used to being the same height as normal people, he was used to hiding behind the legs of people or being held in their arms - so walking around was still strange to him. “are there no ships around here?” he asked, not looking to anyone in particular - he just hoped that he would find someone who knew what he was talking about and not someone who thought he was talking about the ones that sailed on water. 

“d’you mean a boat or a starcruiser?” he had learned along the way that most people didn’t understand what ben meant when he spoke of home. but he also- stopped giving a kark about that sort of thing a long time ago- sometimes it was worth a shot. “if you mean the kind of ships that have a hyperdrive- we’re both out of luck in that department.” he thought about his a wing- wherever it was now. probably torn to scrap by some jawas who didn’t understand its value. “sorry to break it to you.”

[jedimusings]

rvkybusincv​:

“ that bad? what sort of work do you do?” she felt that reply, even if she didn’t show it. it grew on her over time, the day to day changes, the fact that it wasn’t like home, where things were different but overall the same. taking a sip of her own drink, tea, she shrugged her shoulders, letting her guard down truly for the first time in a long time. “ the same, mostly. just sort of going over reports and pretending i’m really good at duolingo. there’s only so many times i can pretend i don’t speak a certain dialect one day and can the next.”

“same as every other former teen hero trying to forge their own path.” she took a sip of the coffee. “private detective.” it wasn’t bad. it was decent money, and interesting too, most of the time. donna made sure to take good work, and if it wasn’t good, it should at least be interesting. “next time around, you’ll have to come up with a crazier backstory. daughter of a diplomat who took the family everywhere, and put an importance on the classical languages.” she raised an eyebrow. 

[jedimusings]

woundedwrldd​:

“those imperials couldn’t catch a loth cat if it was right in front of them,” she’d had plenty of encounters with them at home and knew how incompetent they were for catching people. “it was just wrong place wrong time, I don’t think we actually know who did all of those things, I don’t even think that my mom knows,” 

he laughed, but conceded, “they are slippery creatures.” his earliest memories were chasing loth cats around in the fields, round and round in circles until he had to lie down- waiting for his mom to call for him. slippery creatures. “no one knows anything, about anything here, huh? this planet, you know?” 

[jedimusings]

woundedwrldd​:

“want something for lunch?” she asked, sitting down beside the other. “there’s a nice place just down the block that does the best burgers I’ve ever tried,” she’d found it when she first moved into her flat. 

he’d been early, and now waiting on the bench, his eyes set on the trees waving in the distance. he blinked, and looked up to her, flashing a smile. “awwww you know me, mary. not going to turn down food.” doc nodded, “’specially the best burger you’ve ever had.” he shrugged. “you’ve been okay?” 

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mcrcki​:

she knew that her own schedule was often unbalanced, favoring work over just about everything else. she had a hard enough time fitting in time for training let alone simple things like a normal sleep schedule. but it didn’t stop her from being concerned when her own employees were showing anything similar to her’s. she would always be concerned with their wellbeing. “understandable. i just got back into the office about two hours ago, so i’ve been playing catch up.” she replied, shrugging at the comment. “it’s not a far commute. besides, isn’t that what coffee was made for?” she joked. “but i do appreciate the concern, i’ll be just fine.”

“sure. if you’re still working, i’m still working.” theo had dark circles under his eyes since he was eleven, thirteen since the caffeine dependency. his sleep schedule had been off since he’d first gone to school, theo would go to class, crash after class, and then be up most of the night. reading, working on things, grumbling with the other ghosts about noise- he made use of the time. and things never normalized for him. he chose to put this job before everything else, but because it suited him, for this reason, among several others. it suited him, and he was good at it, but not necessarily because of a passion for it. “anything i can help out with? i’ll go put the coffee on.”

[jedimusings]

mischiefmuses​:

“I know some things. I have seen mom, felix and Marlene.” She was still processing what Marlene had told her. It just not sitting right. It wasn’t that she didn’t believe their sister, she did, but she did want to talk to Felix. “Yes not really worried about cat claws when you’ve got a scar from a dragon claw.” Cleo grinned brightly at Kit. “Let’s do it. Been far too long.” She shut off the computer before grabbing her bag and jacket, following Kit to the door. “Interesting. Fun how some muggle sports and actually similar to ours in some ways. I’ll have to watch you play tennis are you having fun doing it?” 

“good point. too bad there’s not as many big dragons here. cats- that’s something new though, right?” both of them, left with something less of a challenge and more of a- less exciting version of how they were already living. “i’m actually not playing much tennis, just coaching.” and as the days went on, she spent more time staring off, or at her phone, and occasionally shouting words of encouragement, than actually coaching. “but right, muggles- they’re just like us.” she said, exiting and then holding the door for her sister. 

[jedimusings]

dcpravities​:

luke raked a hand through his hair, knowing that having ben okay and understanding of everything was both a blessing and a curse at the same time. he missed ben, the actual ben that he hadn’t had enough time to get to know - but he wanted to protect ben. and with the path that he continually found himself faced with recently, it was the last thing he’d want to have happen. “so you remember everything, then? are you doing alright? i know regaining your memories is never an easy thing to go through,” luke responded, nodding as he spoke. he didn’t know what ben was thinking, how he felt about what had transpired during the storm in september. “yeah, i mean - you can come over whenever. you’re always welcome here, no matter what time it is,” he rambled, grimacing slightly and not knowing what to say. maybe he should’ve hung up and just waited for ben to arrive so that they could speak in person. that would be easier and give him more time to figure out what he should say to ben. “i’m sorry. about the last conversation we had. it shouldn’t have happened like that.” 

his phone was pressed between his ear and his shoulder as he tied his laces together. “i’m fine dad. i-,” he started fussing, and then paused, old habits and all that. things could be different this time. “i’m going to be alright. i’ll just need a few days to get back into the swing of things.” ben pulled his rain jacket over his shirt. he wondered what he missed over the last several months; those subtle shifts and pulls of the force that he had been adept to for most of his life, but had been ignorant to. he pulled his phone back to his ear on his way out the door and turned- he had already written that part on the dry erase board on the fridge: r e c o n n e c t w i t h f o r c e. solid to-do list. “no- that was my fault too.” he pulled the door shut behind him, bounding down the hall toward the stairs. “i did what i thought was right, and i still think i was doing what i was supposed to. but i could have handled myself better under that type of pressure. and i’m starting to sound like a mission report.” he laughed. “i’m on my way.” 

[jedimusings]

dcpravities​:

closed thread; roxanne & ezra.

“wanna go for brunch?” she asked as soon as she saw ezra open the door, giving him a small wave and not saying anything else. roxanne wanted some sense of normalcy, and she knew the majority of her cousins were going to act weird around her for a little bit after everything that happened. she couldn’t blame them, knowing that she’d probably do the same, but she didn’t like it when the tables were turned. “you’re not busy, are you? because i can guarantee i’m probably more exciting if you were. least after i get through a few rounds of bottomless mimosas, of course.” / @jedimusings​

“hey rox-,” he greeted, leaning up against the door. ezra nodded his head, “yeah, alright.” this would get him out of the apartment- to be sure. he turned and looked at the old bicycle that he had turned upside down in the kitchen that he’d spent the last hour trying to get back into working condition. working on things, and occasionally fixing them, always got his mind off of everything else. this was his fifth project of the week. but so did being around loved ones. perhaps he hadn’t done enough before, and had been a shitty friend at times, but it was really nice to see her again. “we’ll go to the thrift store afterwards?” he quietly suggested, turning to get his shoes. “the bike’s almost done, if you want a bike.” 

[jedimusings]

mischiefmuses​:

closed starter for @jedimusings​ (Mara & Ben) 

Though she had her memories back Mara’s memories hadn’t reached up to her having a child. Though she remembered talking to Ben when she had been unaware but was now still unaware of who he was. “Ben right?” She smiled at him when they came face to face in the park. She had enjoyed talking to him. But now seeing him with her own eyes there was a different feeling to him. Something familiar. Hadn’t he said Skywalker? Or was she making that up? She wasn’t aware there were more than two Skywalkers.

he nodded, “ben skywalker.” he had more time to process her being alive before seeing her again. which was for the best. the last time they met, he didn’t know who either one of them really were, and she didn’t seem to either. it gave him time to process it, figure out the best approach- which was to be honest, probably. but also ease into it. she didn’t need to know that he was her son all at once, just as he’d done for his dad. and things had been- great in the early parts of his relationship with his father. kark, he should have talked to his dad about this beforehand, shouldn’t he? “you’re mara.” his brows pulled together, his eyes diverted when he said it. “kriff, allergies this time of year, you know?” he pulled his arm across his face, and let out a sigh. “you’ve been alright?” 

[jedimusings]

mcrcki​:

seeing fred, standing in front of her brother again was something that ginny hadn’t expected to ever happen again. it was almost impossible to wrap her mind around as she looked at him. she didn’t want to overwhelm him, didn’t want to put that pressure of her grief onto him. he didn’t deserve that. she was sure he was struggling with his death just as much as the rest of them were, if not even more. and she would keep that conversation to herself. right now, all that mattered was he was here. he was safe. they could be a family again. “i’ve been playing a ton of quidditch when i can. otherwise i help luna out at her shop too. you should come check it out sometime, even if you don’t get anything. she’s amazing.” she smiled, shaking her head. “damn, you caught me. i had to run any time i thought i saw you to avoid george. you know how he is.”

“sounds like fun.” and hadn’t occurred to fred as an option for himself. “you’re on a team or something?” despite having grown up playing quidditch, and then eventually joining the team at school, it was just- an activity for him. he enjoyed the competition with his family, and then that was only elevated after officially joining the team. but it was something he’d always done with george. they were always on the pitch together, even if they were playing in a smaller, less formal setting on opposite sides. aside from those scenarios, they were a team within a team. he’d be fine without george- but would he still enjoy it? but it was an activity nonetheless that would likely do a great deal of good for fred at the moment. “right, just the worst.” he said with a shake of his head, deciding to steer that conversation away from his own sadness, “what’s luna’s shop sell?” 

[jedimusings]

@graveycrds​ (mercutio)

“you knew about this-,” they hung out fairly regularly anyway, or seemed to be getting back to where they were, before he’d gone on his post-remembering, tour de shame. things were better, and romeo was- putting in the effort. no one would be able to deny that he was putting in the effort. but this was just an extra step. “if you’d look at your calendar, your scheduler should have created the event. i talked to her and she said that she would put this in, specifically, so there would be no work conflicts.” 

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mischiefmuses​:

Now they were here, two wizards who had been on different sides of the war standing across from each other. Antonin crossed his arms over his chest, coal black eyes lowering to the floor. It was hard to look the other in the eye. “I went to Azkaban.” He shrugged. “It was justified so… only a few months into my sentence when I found myself here.” He was still not able to make eye contact. His confidence only really coming out around people he was comfortable around these days. “How are you adjusting to life here?”

“good.” but the other’s word choice in acknowledging that it was justified, wasn’t what doc expected. he tilted his head briefly. “i mean- that was probably for the best.” thinking about what his life could have been like during that time seemed too pointless right now to even think about it. but asking caradoc how he was adjusting was also a choice. and not the response that doc had gotten from another on antonin’s side of things, which had been more confrontational. and doc had options here: he could lie, he could discontinue the conversation altogether. “i can’t figure out how to.” he shrugged. “you?” 

[jedimusings]

fragilemxnds​:

“not witches… those we call mages and they aid kings and queens mostly.” she explained, knowing that cintra refused mages and that caused a bit of a rift. “but he is a witcher, and they fight monsters but there aren’t a lot of them left. i’m not really sure why but i think it has to do with like… how they are made?” her lips flared out as she shrugged. “oh a uniform? interesting, okay… i’m assuming it was a protective uniform?” she really wasn’t sure how people could go into battle without at least some protective gear. “well that sounds pretty cool, but i’ve never seen battle. that i can accurately remember. there’s about what i’m assuming is ten years missing from my head but… my grandmother was notorious in battle. i’ve seen her come back from fights and she was just… amazing.”

“witcher. two different roles entirely. got it.” bobby repeated back to her. big dummy, he thought to himself. “did you ever see one of those monsters?” he asked, resting his cheek in his hand, thinking about how her previous life sounded like something out of a movie. “my uniform-,” underwent several iterations, including the board shorts- who could forget? “is just something to wear, i can’t imagine it protecting me. but-,” he sat back up. “when i’m all iced up, well, i’m ice right? that’s protective enough. even if i shatter i just- put myself back together or reform eventually.” faster too, as time went on. bobby struggled with the fear of what his powers could lead to for- some time. he was only starting to get passed that when- all this happened. “so the two of you were- are close?”

[jedimusings]

rvkybusincv​:

diana & donna || @jedimusings​

“ i ordered you a coffee, i didn’t quite know what your current order was.” diana looked up at her sister, flashing a genuine smile from her place in the booth. it had been a lucky find, the hidden booth in a popular coffeeshop, enough privacy that she didn’t have to put on a facade or measure her words. “ how’ve you been?”

“ohhhhh it depends on the day.” she would, of course, drink whatever diana ordered. and probably another while they sat here. and maybe even grab another on the way out. while life had weathered donna, enthusiasm for certain aspects of life had yet to fade: orange soda, ice cream, coffee. “to both.” what her current order was and how she had been. “i shouldn’t complain, as things have been considerably worse.” she lifted the coffee to her lips. “what about you?” 

[jedimusings]

drvcxrys​:

(¸.• ♛ → theo really didn’t want to go back so it seems and she wasn’t going to push that because not everyone has good memories, she doesn’t have good memories either in her home but she had a nice childhood all things considered of course. the girl nodded at what he said. “it’s not that bad, i will give you that.” she admitted. “tell me, what exactly are you doing here? are you working?”

“i work for the white house.” but even if he hadn’t had that job, or if the few people that he cared about were not here- theo was sure that he wouldn’t go back home if he had the chance anyway. despite his couple of years here already, theo was increasingly realizing just how much of a new start washington could be. “what about you? what do you do, apart from researching for your way home?”

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dcpravities​:

“you know, i could very well know another witch in addition to you,” he pointed out, smiling. did zatanna count as a witch, or was that more of a magician? raven was a demon, which he was pretty confident wasn’t the same thing as a witch either. but then again, roy didn’t even know what the difference was, or if there was any difference? “so you mean you’ve never worn a pointy hat? or had a cauldron?” he teased, letting out a slight laugh. things seemed okay, maybe they were okay. or they could be okay between them. “what? you didn’t do anything, why would you be worried about that?” he responded, furrowing his brows. “look - just because your brother did something not chill doesn’t mean things have to change between you and i. i don’t want them to if you don’t want them to.” he was not good with his words, usually relying on someone else to do the talking while he sulked in the back waiting for whatever it was to be over. “i like you, and whatever happened - it doesn’t change things between you and it. it definitely reinforces why i’m never good at meeting a girl’s family, but - you know. that’s not the end all.”

“you did seem more relaxed about finding out than i would expect from a non magical person. you’ll have to give me her number so we can discuss. but-,” she head shifted weight to the other direction. “-there is a somewhat pointy hat involved in the beginning, we use cauldrons in class and i’ve seen enough movies to know that somewhere along the way, someone spilled the beans along the way about the wizarding world. too many near-accuracies.” kit could continue on the subject, she could probably have a whole conversation about the inaccuracies and accuracies between how wizard stuff transferred over to horror movies. but that seemed like- the easy out. probably not healthy. she didn’t think that not chill was the best way to describe what felix had did, and, for a moment, she felt annoyed. she wouldn’t describe what had happened to her family back in the day as not chill. but then kit reminded herself, that this was roy’s way of describing, or processing, or something- of what had happened to him. “so i didn’t do anything. but that doesn’t mean that i wasn’t- that i’m not- worried about you and what happened.”  

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graveycrds​:

she was always the type to hold grunges the minute they came. she was nearly a master in holding such so when it came to ezra, she remained giving the narrowed eyes as she crossed her arms across her chest. she was still annoyed and she knew it wasn’t his fault but there were so many promises and so many that she broke. she probably should have laid off him and she took a deep breath, a matter neither of them actually addressed. “what happened, ezra? how did you end up getting pinned for a murder within those five minutes?” she knew how easily it could happen - she had been a suspect at one point too, 

the question took ezra aback. what did she think happened? that he had left her, with his lightsaber, just to get drinks, and then in the meanwhile hurt someone? it wasn’t out of the realm of possibility for some. with the state that he was in at the time, and the way things turned out, it was way out of any of ezra’s realms of possibilities. he had been seriously inebriated, with two things on his mind: bryce, and more alcohol. and for her to question it- put him off. what did she think happened? “you’re serious?” he shook his head, but didn’t take his eyes off of her. “wrong place, wrong time.” his brows pulled together. she knew him well enough to know- well he hadn’t told her everything. but she still should have known better. right? “i went to get us drinks, the lights went out, and whatever happened- happened. people were staring at me, hera told them to back off, and then i went and puked over the side of the railing, and then went home when i could.” his head tilted to the side. “it was shitty of me not to come back, i know that. but i was in a situation.”