a new hope.

muses; carl grimes (twd); leia organa (star wars); cirilla riannon (the witcher); jack kline (supernatural) loved by sam. dependent to the expanse hq.

[marveledits]

Spider-Man: Far From Home (2019) dir. Jon Watts

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❪ ´ ･ .  ✶ —┊❛ geralt! ❜ ❫

“Cursed things,” Geralt muttered. They were everywhere, crawling through the gardens and trying to eat everything. “You know, I used to hunt monsters for gold,” he hissed at one of the creatures, before lifting it off a pot and looking around for a place to put it down.

“Hey,” he called out, hearing the door to the greenhouse open. “Could you help me find a place for one of these things? Because if they eat one more of my plants, I might actually fly into a murderous rage.”

“i’m aware,” ciri replied as she entered the greenhouse. “wasn’t there a song? toss a coin to your witcher, oh valley of plenty...” she sung, moving to kneel next to him by his plants. wide eyes glance at the tribble in his hand and she thinks for a moment before she shakes her head. “i’m not really sure what we can do... they just-- they just keep multiplying. every time we get rid of a handful, the number of them here have already doubled. or something like that...” she pursed her lips. “please don’t go into a murderous rage.”

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❪ ´ ･ .  ✶ —┊❛ barbara! ❜ ❫

“when they say these things are everywhere, they really mean they’re just everywhere.” barbara moved down the halls, her arms full of the small balls of living fluff that seemed to have taken over the ship. they were cute and all, and fairly, she was half tempted to keep on – but they kept getting into the computer wiring systems and she couldn’t have that. “want to help me gather these little guys up? we can make it a game, or competition.”

“they really do,” leia replied, laughing softly as she looked over at the other woman. with the offer of a game slash competition to gather all of them up, a small smirk spreads across her features. it was a good way to pass the time, and hopefully a way to get some of these guys out of their hair for a bit. “sure, i’ll do it. i’m leia, by the way.” she says, holding her hand out to shake. “though i may have an unfair advantage with being able to wield the force.”

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❪ ´ ･ .  ✶ —┊❛ jack! ❜ ❫

“is it just me or is the ship suddenly a lot less roomier?“ jack asked to no-one in particular as he stood in the center of the canteen. “no matter where we are and what we’re doing, what we’re eating or what - there’s one of those tribble things.” he stated, reaching for his tray of food and then making a face when the aforementioned creature made a noise at him. “ugh, someone call the doctor!” he yelled as he gingerly picked up the creature with his index finger and thumb and stared at it.

jack tilted his head to the side slightly as he looked over at the other, staring curiously over at the thing the man was holding. his brows knit together in confusion. it was unlike anything he’d ever seen before. “why are we calling a doctor? is it hurting you? are you hurt? i-i could probably heal you,” he says in response. “i’m not sure how much help a doctor would be otherwise with these... little furry guys. i think we need a different kind of scientist for this.”

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❪ ´ ･ .  ✶ —┊❛ caroline! ❜ ❫

“oh my god, seriously?” the melodramatic sound of caroline’s voice carried as she stood in the doorway of her room, staring in disbelief of the scene before her. “they’re drunk – shit, they aren’t like gremlins, are they? you know, don’t feed after midnight or whatever?” she had to groan, not only because her room was full of destructive tiny balls of fluff, but because they’d evidently found the tequila bottle she’d hidden in there. “how bad is it for them to drink? i mean, body weight and all, i’m surprised they aren’t dead.”

“i can’t believe you actually managed to get these things drunk...” carl replied, laughing softly as he looked at the spectacle in front of them. these things were annoying enough sober, and now that they’d raided this lady’s booze stash? god, he could only imagine how much worse they could -- or perhaps would -- get. “i’m not a scientist, and i never finished grade seven, so...” he trailed off, shrugging his shoulders. “maybe they just aren’t dead yet. it could still happen.”

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❪ ´ ･ .  ✶ —┊❛ newt! ❜ ❫

Newt is whispering in his pocket. “I know Pickett I need my suitcase I can’t find it anywhere. Are my animals being fed are they sick or worried oh my I’m so worried.” He looks up. “Oh hi there. I’m Newt and I was just whispering to my pocket. Nothing to see here. Oh look at those fluffy things. They’re quite adorable.”

“why were you whispering to your pocket and calling it ‘pickett’?” leia questioned, narrowing her eyes at the man. she was skeptical of him, but her attention is quickly turned back to the fluffy... things... that had been seemingly taking over the ship. “maybe a little cute, but... i don’t even know what they are, or why they’re suddenly all over the place. something weird is going on.”

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❪ ´ ･ .  ✶ —┊❛ graham! ❜ ❫

“Don’t suppose you know where they keep the good biscuits round here? Just woke up, you see, and I think someone’s taken me Jammie Dodgers.”

“am i-- am i supposed to know what ‘jammie dodgers’ are?” carl questioned, his eye narrowing as he looked over at the older man. “but, to answer your question, nope. i honestly don’t know my way around this ship very well at all. sorry, man. wish i could be of more help.” he shrugs his shoulders. “still wondering what jammie dodgers are, though. no idea who stole them from you.”

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❪ ´ ･ .  ✶ —┊❛ uma! ❜ ❫

Uma sat on the ship petting one of the furry animals. “I don’t know what these things are but they’re all mine. No one else can have them.” She jokes. She would like to keep one or two if it was allowed. But she didn’t know if that was possible.

“i dunno if you’ll be allowed to keep these... things... -- whatever they are, i haven’t a clue. but if you are, you can have ‘em. i don’t really want one. kinda fascinated by ‘em, but zoology isn’t my thing. i’m an archaeologist.” she explained with a shrug of her shoulders. “they are a little cute though, i suppose.”

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❪ ´ ･ .  ✶ —┊❛ tony! ❜ ❫

Tony paused mid-step in the corridor as a rustle and a blur of motion caught his attention. 

“Did anyone just see that … little furry thing go past? Or was it just me? Did just get into the air vents? Because I thought they didn’t allow pets onboard.”

Moving towards the vent, he peered in, trying to see if he could locate it. “Unless we have a rat problem. Please tell me we don’t have a rat problem. Or a space rat problem.”

andy loved animals. so that’s how he’d ended up in this situation -- it’d started as him sitting down on the floor to pet these little fluffy guys, but eventually more of them showed up and now he was laying down, with a group of them all on top of him. "huh? i-i didn’t see anything,” andy laughs, feeling as if he’s being tickled thanks to one of the things on him. “i’m too busy here. i swear dude, i had like ten of ‘em on me at once. so cool. do you know what these are? do they have names? i’m gonna name ‘em.” he said, and then began doing just that. “so you’re gerry, you’re tom ‘cause you look kinda stylish, you’re ron ‘cause i think you’re grumpy...” he trailed off.

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❪ ´ ･ .  ✶ —┊❛ ten! ❜ ❫

“No, you really shouldn’t be in here,” the Doctor said, staring down the little furry creature. “We do need to find out where you’re from – you can’t be a native of the planet that we just left. Now, if I just had my TARDIS, we’d have you relocated in a giffy, but–”

Glancing up as he realised that someone was talking to him, he give a smile and a little wave. “Oh, hello! Didn’t see you there. I was just having a chat with our little friend here - I don’t suppose you know where they’re from?”

“ah, no. sorry, mate. i got no idea where these things are from, or what they are. i mean, they’re almost cute, but they’re getting kind of annoying.” lara replies, chuckling softly as she looks over at the other. “hey, did you say tardis? innit that a thing from that tv show -- doctor who? i’ve never really watched it, though i’ve heard it’s pretty good. guess i don’t find myself with enough time lately -- or, rather, before i woke up here -- for tv shows and movies.” she smiled over at him. “name’s lara croft.” she adds, holding her hand out to shake.

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❪ ´ ･ .  ✶ —┊❛ sinestro! ❜ ❫

Sinestro clicked his teeth in irritation, still glaring daggers with his sharp yellow eyes. they glowed faintly in the darkened forest, though with the yellow glow from his ring it was probably a bit drowned out. “Not your fault?! I was trying to keep you out of trouble!” He paused, frowning, “though, I will admit that your reflexes are impressive for a human’s. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a human move like that before.” 

Apparently he could be impressed while still looking very annoyed. Who knew?

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“i’m not a regular human,” gwen replied. “i’m ghost spider. i was bitten by a radioactive spider and that gave me powers. so... i’m enhanced.” she explained with a shrug of her shoulders. “trouble usually has a way of finding me, honestly. i’m almost used to it by now. i’m not some damsel in distress,” she added, while looking curiously at the other -- glowing eyes. that was... something. she figured he must have some sort of power himself, or perhaps powers. “so aside from my reflexes and strength and other things being enhanced, i also heal, crawl up walls and swing from a web. what about you? you’ve got the whole glowing eyes thing going on. what can you do?”

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❪ ´ ･ .  ✶ —┊❛ rose! ❜ ❫

EXPLORING AND UNDERSTANDING sounded like a perfect experience for rose. and, right now, she wouldn’t have asked for a better person to EXPLORE WITH. not that leia knew who she was, it only made her want to get all excited even more. though, she refrained, know all too well that they were going to need to get SERIOUS. “i’d like to go check things out— learn more, perhaps learn a thing or two about the plants that inhabit this GREEN PLANET.” eyes twitched around before landing back on leia, smile twitching. “now or never—– and ready as i’ll ever be. sometimes, you never are, but you have to drive in head first.” pulling her pack over her shoulder with a groan, “you’d think we’d have a lighter load— but, i guess when you’re in unknown territory— can’t be too safe.” starting to move forward, but wanting to make sure leia was right behind her. 

“i feel the same way. perhaps the people as well? i hope they speak and understand basic. i never really thought of that minor detail until now, but... i suppose it’s a bridge we’ll have to cross when we come to it.” she sighed softly, following alongside rose. attempting to clear her mind, she tries to search her feelings, search within the force, for any sort of sign or signal that might give her a clue as to what was waiting for them inside, but... she found herself coming up empty. she was a bit rusty, after all. smiling over at rose, she chuckles softly. “you’d think so. do you want to move some things into my bag, if yours is too heavy? i don’t mind. mine is pretty light. it is better to be safe than sorry, though, i would say.”

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❪ ´ ･ .  ✶ —┊❛ anakin! ❜ ❫

Understandably, Anakin had to repent for his actions as Darth Vader. He was not angry at Leia for her avoidance of him, not after Alderaan, and not after his interrogation of her. But he was angry at himself for what he had created – for what he had ruined. The concept of repenting was one he latched onto, although frankly, Anakin wasn’t sure redemption was entirely possible for him. The Force may have accepted his return to the light side, but his child (and Padme) were another story. “A disturbance in the Force,” Anakin replied, his eyes narrowing on the building. “We can definitely handle it,” he agreed, his bravado similar to that of the Clone Wars. “I think there’s just people inside, they could be friendly.” Normally, Anakin would offer to talk to them first, but Leia deserved more credit than that. “You want to greet them if they’re there?”

“i feel it too,” she replies, nodding her head as she looks ahead at the bunker, pausing for a moment to both feel within the force but also think about... well, everything. there was so much for her to think about and to process and yet very little time. “i can, yes. but we don’t know if they speak basic or not.” she sighed. “it would be easier with a protocol droid. or even our weapons, should they prove to be hostile, but... no such luck.” she added with another pause before she began walking towards it. “how much do you remember?” she asks, perhaps slightly out of the blue, especially compared to what they had been previously talking about. “of before.”

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❪ ´ ･ .  ✶ —┊❛ shawn! ❜ ❫

“would it kill me to let you help or kill me to trust you?“ shawn asked more rhetorically than anything despite knowing they really didn’t have a whole lot of time to really argue. “because i can tell you that i do trust you and it won’t kill me but what are you going to do? scream at it?” he asked, waving his hands wildly as he faced off with the plant to try to distract it from the girl. “you’re like eight, i can’t let an eight year old get eaten by a plant even if that means my own very charmingly handsome behind will possibly get eaten!” when the girl did, in fact, scream at the plant and made it recoil with horror - shawn stood there dumbfounded and for once; speechless. “holy crap you’re like the black canary!” he finally said before pausing, “which i definitely didn’t read in one of gus’ comic books  when he was out of town, and i’m shawn, shawn spencer - psychic detective. what’s your name?”

“i am not eight!” ciri exclaims, scoffing as she glares over at the other man for a moment, arms folded across her chest. moments after her power had scared the creature, she sighs in relief, her posture and expression both softening as she turns back to the other. “see? i told you i could defend myself. both of us, really. if you think about it. we should get out of here.” she says as she begins heading back in the direction towards the ship. “oh. i’m ciri.” she stops again, holding her hand out to him. “princess cirilla fiona elen riannon of cintra, technically speaking, but... just ciri is fine.” she gave him a soft smile. “it’s nice to meet you, shawn. what exactly is a psychic detective?”

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❪ ´ ･ .  ✶ —┊❛ poe! ❜ ❫

“Did you meet the giant venus flytrap? I made friends with it earlier. Indy let it almost eat me. I hate plants now, and have discovered my fear of being eaten. But enough about my trauma with a flytrap. What happened?”

“giant--,” gwen begins, cutting herself off mid sentence as she stares over at him with wide eyes. “holy shit. that’s... that’s crazy. but also really cool, from a science standpoint.” she said, wrapping her arms around herself as she began to pace. “nothing more than these plants just being generally annoying, honestly. your story is better than mine.”

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❪ ´ ･ .  ✶ —┊❛ rapunzel! ❜ ❫

Despite the man’s tone, Rapunzel couldn’t stop looking at everything with wide eyed excitement. “I’ve never seen a dump before. You’re making it seem as though it’s a bad thing. How can a dump this wide open and beautiful be bad?”

“you haven’t?” andy asked, raising a brow. “i’ve seen tons of dumps. there used to be this pit by my ex’s place and people used it to throw their trash. i fell in there one, trying to toss garbage in it, and broke both my legs.” he explained, laughing softly at the memory. “it’s not that it’s bad, it’s just like... run down, i guess. does that make sense?”

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❪ ´ ･ .  ✶ —┊❛ mary! ❜ ❫

NOT KNOWING WHAT TO SAY to this because it sounded illogical. at least, he tried to eat, which was what she was taking away from this entire conversation. “burgers, bacon, and chocolate is a wild combination—- i’m not sure how it’s even possible that you d o n t eat ??” still slightly confused by that part. “oh— i do enjoy fries and an occasional milkshake here and there !!”

face contorted again, “we won’t be doing any sort of crime— no. i like to follow the rules, i don’t like to break rules. i’m a strict rule follower !! i don’t have the level of concentration to commit a crime— i’d be completely cracked by detectives the moment they asked if i DID IT !!” nodding quickly, scared that someone was actually listening and thinking her a criminal. “no crime, whatsoever—- we’re buying food WITH MONEY. plus, i’m quite sure there are free samples out there, too.”

“well, not all at once,” jack laughed softly. “those are just some of the things i like. do you ever find that your likes and dislikes are sometimes... influenced by those around you? friends and family? that’s kind of what it is for me, i think.” he explained. “oh, well, i’m... not exactly human. so i don’t need to eat the same way humans do.” he said, and rather bluntly at that -- he’d never been one to use metaphors or skirt around the truth. “oh, me too. i prefer to follow rules a well. i’m glad we won’t be committing any sort of crime. though, i don’t have much money...” a frown falls across his face, his hands quickly moving to turn out his pockets where he finds a ten dollar bill, but nothing else. “oh. some! that’s good. i didn’t think i had any.”