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@ritiual
#RITIUAL. independent, selective, and low activity writing hub for canon and original characters. written by gabi (she/her, 21, lesbian, cst timezone). sensitive material will be present. mutuals only / 21+.
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hi guys, im sorry i haven't been around here - i've been on my john wick blog but i wanted to at least throw it out there, i also rebooted my anakin blog tonight after seeing the ahsoka trailer and if anyone is interested in a follow... like this <3
im not really here rn (sorry yall) but i wanna make a short & sweet statement— lesbophobes aren't welcome here. leave me alone <3
@voidbeings, t'palia lodzhal: look at what we accomplished.
her words bring a smile to the captain's face — a genuine smile that alights excitement in his eyes. the achievements they've made as a crew are nothing short of remarkable. from exploring new worlds and discovering new civilizations, to scouring uncharted territories and facing impossible challenges — they had accomplished so much together. looking up from the console, he meets t'pala's gaze, lips curling into a smile as he nods in agreement with the sentiment. “it's quite remarkable, isn't it? to think of all we've accomplished... we've seen things that no one else has seen before, and we've done it all together.” he pauses, his mind drifting back to the many missions and adventures that had brought them to this point.
“let's take the moment to appreciate what we've accomplished, but let's also keep looking forward to what we have yet to achieve. together, as a crew, there's nothing we can't accomplish with the spirit of cooperation and determination.”
@f4llout, audrey renfield: what happens when you can’t keep doing it?
it's a question she's asked herself many times. what happens when you can't keep doing it / what happens you don't want to keep doing it. considering her own experience as a leader of the brotherhood of steel, it's not easy waking up every morning. a solemn world with bleak hope, even with lyons pride, it's not painless. a conversation she had with her father resides in the back of her head, though: you make your own hope. with a small frown on her face, she contemplates the question for a moment. she knew what it was like to feel overwhelmed and unsure if you could keep going, but she also knew the importance of pushing through those moments. it was the only reason she was still alive after all this time. “well, when you can't keep doing it, that's when you dig deep and find that extra bit of strength inside you. you remind yourself of why you started in the first place, and what's at stake if you give up now.”
taking a deep breath, her expression softens slightly — voice steady and determined, her right-hand moving to rest on audrey's shoulder. “but, more importantly, you remember that you're not alone. we're all in this together, fighting for the same thing. you, me, the brotherhood... as long as we keep fighting, there's always hope.”
A STUDY— self cannibalism of the self, eating yourself to become reborn : 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐇 𝐕𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑ᵉᵃᵗⁱⁿᵍ 𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐊𝐘𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐄𝐑.
@impedimentum, ahsoka tano: are we dead?
as the smoke cleared and the sound of blaster fire died down, alicia looked up at her fellow padawan with a mixture of apprehension and bewilderment. it was a narrow escape by them — an ambush by the separatists, both girls winding up badly injured in the turmoil. ahsoka's question echoed in her mind synonymous with the previous blaster fire, and for a moment, the brunette wasn't sure how to respond. are we dead? gaze skimming the smoke, her resolve hardens, lips pressing themselves together before speaking firmly. “no, we're not dead. but we need to keep moving if we want to stay that way.” struggling to her feet, alicia leans heavily on her lightsaber, wincing at the pain in her side. through the pain — there's a surge of determination. she had always known being a padawan would be difficult, but she had never imagined it would be this intense. (she never expected to be thrust into a war at seventeen, either.) and yet, she was determined to see it through.
“can you stand?” in an attempt to keep her voice steady, she gestures at the smoke-filled corridor to their left, eyes trained on the younger girl. “we have to find a way out of here, or our masters are going to kill us both.”
𝑻𝑶 𝑩𝑬 𝑬𝑵𝑫𝑳𝑬𝑺𝑺𝑳𝒀 𝑪𝑶𝑳𝑫 𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑵.
@sourfilm, travis manawa: you know, keep your friends close, your enemies even closer.
he'd always been a man of few words. keep your friends close, your enemies even closer — it was a sentiment he had lived by for most of his life. hearing the other man mention it, he couldn't help but offer his own take on the matter. “yeah, i know the saying.” voice gruff and impatient, joel leans against the wall of the abandoned building they were currently sheltering in, neck craning in travis's direction. “doesn't mean you should trust your enemies, though. keep 'em close so you can keep an eye on 'em. see what they're up to. you don't let your guard down around 'em, ever.” he pauses, hickory eyes narrowing as he thought back to some of the people he'd encountered since the outbreak had begun. enemies of the old world no longer existed. (a dirty look wasn't palpable anymore, a gun aimed at the forehead was.)
“can never be too careful out here. anyone can turn on you in a second if they think it'll benefit 'em. so you watch your back, and you make sure you've got people watching it for you too. like we're doing right now. it's the only way we're gonna survive in this world.”
@ritiual / padmé: since when is anything about your family normal?
❝ ha, ha — very fucking funny. ❞ he's not laughing. rather, he's pouting — arms moving to cross themselves tightly over his chest, cerulean gaze drifting to the floor of his office. her sentence reminds kendall of speaking with reporters, a typical topic of conversation revolving around his familial matters. a deep breath is inhaled, a scoff trailing behind before he chooses to speak.
❝ senator amidala, we could sit here all fucking day and talk about the, uh, normalcy regarding my family — but that doesn't explain why you're in new york, or better yet, why you're visiting me. ❞ the last time he spoke with shiv, she'd mentioned potentially helping the young senator once again in the upcoming election. (the youngest senator elected to the united states senate, in actuality, thanks to the helping hand of one siobhan roy.)
❝ let me guess: looking to ride on shiv's coat-tails again for re-election and make waystar royco's life a living hell again? ❞
raising an eyebrow at his defensive response, padmè sat calmly in her seat. she had expected as much from a member of the roy family, especially after her previous encounters with them. (nothing would ever erase the memory in her mind of sitting in the limousine with shiv, her father on the phone and his booming voice loud enough to hear from three seats over.) but she remains composed, expression resting neutral as she listens to his accusations. “mr. roy, i assure you that my visit to new york has nothing to do with shiv or your family's business. i am here on official business. as a senator, it's my duty to represent the interests of my constituents and ensure that their voices are heard in washington. and as you well know, waystar royco's actions have had a significant impact on the lives of many americans.” voice steady and measured, padmé refuses to back down. she had come too far to let kendall's attitude get in the way of her objective.
leaning forward slightly, her eyes lock onto the male's — her final attempt of an olive branch. “i want to have a serious discussion about the future of our country and the role that waystar royco can play in shaping it. so, if you're ready to put aside whatever your personal grudge against me is, and work together for the greater good — let's negotiate. please.”
𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙲𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳 𝙿𝙾𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙱𝙻𝚈 𝙶𝙾 𝚆𝚁𝙾𝙽𝙶 𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂. feel free to change pronouns/tenses to suit scenarios, etc.
“baby, come here.”
“i get so lonely at night.”
“why can’t you tell that i’m desperate?”
“why can’t you tell that i’m bad for you?”
“i wish i was you.”
“so, why can’t you tell me what you think i should?”
“if you were here for the other night, you’d be terrified.”
“you know, i think the lines you’re afraid of are all made up.”
“last night, it was bad.”
“i wanna slow it down, but nobody would’ve let me.”
“maybe if you feel out of place, maybe it’s because you are.”
“i hope they crucify me.”
“no more parties in los angeles.”
“as of right now, my job is to lie down.”
“i hope they cancel me.”
“i pretend i’m ten times stronger for you.”
“you show so much promise.”
“it’s okay to be unhappy with all this.”
“what’s it like to be you?”
“do you see me that way?”
“do you remember my name?”
“i want her.”
“i want her to be just like you.”
“you know you’re my favorite.”
“just like me in my day, but you got all your priorities mixed up.”
“what’s it like being famous?”
“do you see a stranger when you look at my face?”
“sometimes, i wanna save you from everything.”
“it’s impossible to say what you’re gonna be.”
“it’s no business of mine how you waste your time.”
“i bet you miss what you had.”
“do you ever wonder why everyone is out to get you every day?”
“do you question anything?”
“how many warning signs until it hits you?”
“gravity’s your friend.”
“too many factors to be sure.”
“so many reasons to think twice.”
“you fall out of touch sometimes.”
“simple things make a difference in your day.”
“when you cry, i get fucking anxiety.”
“take the time to tell me how it ended up this way.”
“your love is cheap; it doesn’t cost anything.”
“what happens when you can’t keep doing it?”
“am i just scared for you?”
“can you feel the weight of their eyes on your neck?”
“i know you didn’t make any plans.”
“are we dead?”
“were you feeling left out?”
“they can tell that your mind is a mess.”
“these days don’t end.”
“you lost the things that brought us closer.”
“forgot how good it feels to be alone.”
“is this how i’m supposed to feel?”
“make it easy for me.”
“take it easy on me.”
“i still don’t know how you felt.”
“you can’t blame me.”
“why switch like different seasons?”
“you won’t find heaven, not in these hills.”
“you shouldn’t be here.”
“you can still make your mind.”
“i can’t save your life.”
“you can’t carry me through this.”
“i got your back sometime.”
“you’ll still be my favorite.”
“i wish i could save you.”
“i guess you got what you wanted.”
“you got your answer.”
“i’m in a dark place.”
“just know i’m not proud of everything i did so far.”
“i do it all for you.”
“can you follow my lead for once?”
“i can never make up for the time.”
“this is not love, i’m a glorified doorstop.”
“you wonder why we fell into a standstill.”
“we don’t need long.”
“still in the same boat.”
“please don’t ask to stay with me.”
“yeah, i’m still the same.”
“i feel insane.”
“don’t take this shit too serious.”
“look at what we accomplished.”
“i can tell you what it means.”
@solesoldier: really, my life’s an open book.
sitting at the helm of the normandy, the male couldn't help but smirk when he heard commander shepard's words. throughout all the time they'd spent together — hardships and all, he'd always found her to be an interesting character. a mix of toughness and vulnerability that made her stand out among the many soldiers he had worked with over the years. it's why she was commander shepard in the first place. tapping away at the controls, he sets the ship on auto-pilot before twisting his chair in her direction. an eyebrow cocks, “oh really, commander? an open book? now that's just not fair.” his arms cross themselves loosely over his chest, a mischievous grin spreading across his countenance. “i mean, i've been flying this ship with you for a while now, and i thought i knew everything there was to know about you. but an open book? that's a lot of pages to flip through.”
leaning forward, his expression shifts in faux seriousness — a glimmer in his eyes sparking. “what other juicy secrets are you hiding in the pages, shep?”
@fevrals, claire redfield.
the moment he saw her walking towards him, leon's heart pounded to the rhythm of a war drum. the woman he had fought alongside during the nightmare that was raccoon city, was here — standing right in front of him. years had passed since they had last seen each other, a pool of vexation continuing to rest in his stomach combined with the felt rush of emotions at the sight of her. i need to find chris, were her final words after they'd escaped from the nest, her departure from him and sherry trailing behind. he still hasn't forgiven her. even now, noticing how much she had changed; youthful features now more defined, eyes holding a depth that spoke of the horrors she'd witnessed since they last met. she was still stunning / she still had left them.
the distance between them is near-to-none, leon's arms akimbo as he takes in the reality of the circumstances, gaze continuing to stare. finally, he breaks the silence. “never thought i'd see you again after raccoon city.” a pause, jaw clenching before cerulean hues flutter shut. “seen your brother around, though. i'm glad you found him.” a truthful statement even through his prominent affliction.
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@ritiual ‘ wake up sixty minutes after my head hits the pillow. i can’t live like this. ’
TWO CUPS OF COFFEE IN HAND she sits across from her pilot. The exhaustion wears upon them both: badges of honor, recognition of service, and what do they have to show for it ? A cup of coffee shared late at night, the effects of which are all but rendered inert, internal clocks wound backwards amongst the inky blackness of space. It’s in these hours that the stress really sets in. She maintains eye contact long enough that she finds the study uncomfortable and instead averts her gaze to her reflection in the dark liquid. ❝ We’re almost there, ❞ she offers in response, hoping that setting his sights on the finish line can provide any sort of comfort. It’s hard to find any these days.
She finally takes a sip of the coffee, the warmth flooding her senses immediately. With a half - hearted smile, she finally looks back to him. ❝ If it’s any consolation, you know I’m always up at this hour. ❞
the galaxy never seemed to rest, and neither did they any more. a constant cycle, their life was — protect the galaxy, save a planet, eat dinner, go to bed, and repeat. after all his time on the normandy, joker had come to the conclusion that now, more than ever, the cycle would continue to prevail. the cycle of their life would be victorious. there was no light at the end of the tunnel and he can't help but question if there ever was. at her words, his head hangs low, hand extended as he takes his cup of coffee from her. ‘‘ thanks, shep. ’’ a sip is taken, the warm liquid trickling down his throat — a baptism of sorts.
when he looks up, he's greeted with her smile — a smile kind enough to flicker the edges of his upward, mimicking hers. ‘‘ and here i am complaining. i just fly this baby; you're out in the galaxy on half battery, still managing to do what you do. ’’ he chuckles before taking another sip. ‘‘ the alliance should give you a raise. ’’
plotting call that i’ll follow through with 🤭
