LASER SWORDS FUCK YEAH

star wars is my escape from a world where babu frik doesnt exist

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THE WAY MAUL SAID “come on give me a lightsaber you’ve got plenty sharing is caring” AND AHSOKA DEADASS WASNT HAVING HIS SHIT AND JUST

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i have never had butterflies in anticipation of an event in any sort of TV show. the ominous music, lack of dialogue mixed with the DREAD.

it makes you feel like a jedi yourself, in a way. a force sensitive. because you know something is about to happen and you have a sinking feeling deep in the pit of your stomach in anticipation of such a colossal event.

my senses, they are SHOOK

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dave filoni is probably rubbing his hands together as he dismantles a fandoms very sanity

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nobody:

my brain: make a 3 part mostly historically accurate western mandalorian fic set in wyoming in the 1890s where y/n is a runaway bride turned bounty hunter and din is also a bounty hunter and single father who is just trying to provide for his child while also having a bone to pick with a gang of thieves who each have enough of a bounty to allow din to settle down with his child

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here's more art of Lyr Kana. Name change a bit, I’m still getting the look of the character down, but the story is coming together. This is more me playing with lighting which is something ill be working on through this project. Lighting and Landscapes, which I am AWFUL at but I really want to get better because they would so help me with world-building.

I don't want this to be another fanfiction, I kinda want it to be a story of its own. Im exploring the possibility of making a webseries but im gonna be deadass, my consistency is AWFUL lol

anyways

Lyr Kana

very cool, very swag

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“I’m the neglected one!” -  Pedro Pascal Via Halley Feiffer’s IG Story.

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Masterlist

Armitage Hux

Us Against The Galaxy

The Murmur Of The Land

Kylo Ren

Din Djarin

Poe Dameron

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The Murmur of the Land

Armitage Hux x Reader

{wordcount} 1.4k A/N: I did it again. I made him alive after ROS. Are we complaining though? No. Enjoy.

(a small bit of angst but BOY AM I SOFT)

Summary: Thoughts can only be disregarded for so long before one may begin to feel consumed.

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Armitage pulled at the roots with strong hands, hands caked in dirt and grime. It was a thing he’d never thought he’d be subjected to a few years ago, but now, he couldn’t imagine his life any other way. It was less stressful despite all the work. Droids helped a lot with harvesting and planting, but he still preferred to do quite a bit of it himself. He could lie to himself and say he enjoyed it, but he knew it kept his mind off the past. It kept himself occupied and busy, and the man feels as if he were to stop at any point, his loud thoughts would cause him to go insane.

So he worked. Armitage worked and worked, day in day out for a standard year. Slaving away in a field that he slowly built up foot by foot, acre by acre. Moving out from the escape pod he made into a makeshift hut and moving into the small house he built with the help of the couple of droids he bought from the farmer that lived about a days walk east from where he set up camp. They were good company, not too talkative and would only engage when spoken to, chirping short responses in Binary that Armitage could only half comprehend.

It was a peaceful life.

Much more peaceful than his previous one, if not a bit lonely. That was something he chose not to dwell on, wishing to block certain memories from his mind in hopes of keeping his morale high.

So he continued to work, pulling roots and placing them in the large woven basket at his side, sparing a glance at the labour droid doing a similar task on different crops.

“You’ve made quite the life here.”

The sudden voice made his calm expression tense and his blood run cold. Colder than the durasteel blaster barrel that pressed up against the back of his head, not too hard, but rough enough to know that the wielder meant business.

Any voice at all would have startled him, but this one, in particular, made his entire body freeze as he struggled to find his tongue.

“It’s an odd sight to see you so dirty and unkempt. If the circumstances were different, I would have even found it rather attractive.” The words were laced with poison. They were said so coolly but Armitage made note of the slight hurt beneath them.

He slowly turned to face her, raising his dirt-covered hands as he came face to face with a blaster before he made eye contact with a person he thought he would never see again. If fate had been different, If your obvious purpose of being here would have been less hostile, he would have hugged you, but if the weaponry on your person made no mistake, you were not here for a joyous reunion. Much to his dismay.

“So quiet for a man who once commanded entire legions of stormtroopers.” You spat, your lip quivering and your jaw tensed. He took the time now to notice the long scar that ran down the side of your face. That’s new. His mouth opened and closed, looking for the right words to address the woman he once loved. That’s not to say he still didn't love you. He always had. It’s just that one wouldn’t want to dwell on what could have been between them and a lover when they presume said lover to have died in a fiery blaze.

So, to put an end to the deafening silence, he said the only thing that he could formulate.

“You look good.”

Your brows furrowed.

“Don’t try to charm your way out of this.” You spat, hurt in your eyes. “You left me to die.”

“I did not leave you to die.” Armitage snapped back. You pushed the blaster closer to his face and he immediately shut his mouth.

“You don’t want to test me right now, Hux.” Your venomous words were empty, however. He could just tell. His knack for reading people didn't grow rusty after a year of solitude.

“(Y/N)...” He spoke, slowly reaching for the hand that held your blaster, and when he was met with no protest from you, he gently closed his dirty and worn hands around your own gloved one. He recognised those gloves too. You were never really one to let old things die.

His eyes glanced to your face, only to see a now broken expression as your own eyes stayed glued on his gentle grasp. Your mouth slightly parted and your eyes grew glossy. He slowly slipped the blaster from your hands, dropping it to the ground as you fell to your knees, letting your hand fall from his own and to your side as you stared at the blaster that lay in the freshly turned dirt.

Armitage slowly crouched to reach your level, too scared to move any closer out of fear of provoking you somehow, only now he could see how truly tired and hopeless you looked.

“I have been so angry… for so long.” You choked out, your glazed eyes fixated on the dirt before they flicked up to Armitage’s softened expression. “I thought I could do it, but you...” You stopped to take a breath, casting your gaze back down as the eye contact was too intense for you. His chest tightened at your words. Just at the thought that he spent so long thinking you had died in vain, but you were truly just living a year with thoughts of animosity for him in your head.

Finally, Armitage spoke.

“I thought you had died.” He was quiet, almost a whisper. “I had given up hope months ago. I thought it best to not dwell on such things as…” Then he stopped. Debating his next words. They were never things he had said aloud, only thoughts he had pushed down as soon as they surfaced. Just thinking of it caused a lump to form in his own throat.

Your gaze was heavy on him now as you anticipated him to finish his sentence.

“Lingering on your presumed death… well, I wouldn’t have found much reason to go on.”

Though Armitage kept his lips sealed, he shook, and for the first time since his escape back on Exagol, tears began to fall. He instinctively covered his face with his hand, wishing for you to not see him like this, despite seeing him in this state countless times before.

It was then he felt the familiar embrace of your arms around him, and he let out a sob. Whether it was out of the grief of what could have been had you not been separated that fateful day, or out of relief that you accepted him in such a dishevelled state, but they were arms that felt like home. Because truly, no matter how much he tried to convince himself, his cosy little shack was never truly home. There was always something missing from it. He knew it was you, but again, he tried to push you from his mind.

Now that you were here, however, accepting him into your arms after holding a charged blaster to his head, something inside him snapped. Something that’s been there since the fall of the Order. Possibly even since he first met you all those years ago. Him, a lowly General, still working beneath his father, and you, a pilot with wide optimistic eyes that captured his attention from the very moment he caught your gaze.

He had always had this feeling that he was never truly doing the right thing. The right thing, not being something of a moral dilemma, but a personal crisis. In his mind, something has always felt wrong about every choice he ever made and you were the trigger.

He never wanted to be a military man. He never wanted to live under constant stress for the sake of power. He was stuck. Trapped in a life that he never chose. He was groomed from a young age to be a leader and he fell for it. The power was intoxicating but the older he grew, the more tired he became of people expecting things from him. You can tell a child all you want what you want them to be, but as they grow more of a conscience, they choose their own path.

And now, as Armitage slowly pulled away from your warm embrace to look into the red-rimmed puffy eyes of the woman he fell in love with years ago, he realised what he truly wants.

You.

And now, after all these years of turmoil and stress, now that he finally had you, just you, it felt as though he was whole.

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Star Wars fic: “she creaked the door open” “he had stacks of papers” “the windshield”

My immersion:

[endiness]

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Ufff this is an Oscar worthy story of it's own

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I don’t like how he’s called marvel boy when things like:

what we do in the shadows

boy

hunt for the wilderpeople

some episodes of flight of the concords

all exist. This man singlehandedly saved Thor’s franchise, yes, he also hasn’t created a bad thing yet and that’s what makes me proud to be not only a citizen of America, but a citizen of New Zealand.

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Me when someone puts subtle nods and references to different Star Wars media and lore into their fanfics

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hey guys this is an OC that originally came from the huge grandeous hero’s journey I thought of while simply writing an x reader Din Djarin fanfic lmaooo

Maybe I’ll post more of the story because personally I think it’s really interesting although I guess it seems a little Mary Sue if her story is so intertwined with a canon characters

Anyways her name is Myra Sin and she is a hermit and then not. I’m not gonna reveal too much because I seriously think her story is pretty cool and I could drop some major bombs in the way of telling it. I don’t know if I’m gonna make a screenplay (which I have been dabbling in) or a straight up fanfic because her story is definitely kicked off by the presence of baby yoda. I don’t know if anyone would want anything like an OC x Mando so I’ll have the option of changing the name via chrome extension.

Anyways I just wanted to get her visually so that’s what the drawing is, and I’m rather proud because I’ve never dabbled with light reflections like this before.

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Just now realising the fit is very old republic and it’s making me connect more pieces together lmaooo

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hey guys this is an OC that originally came from the huge grandeous hero’s journey I thought of while simply writing an x reader Din Djarin fanfic lmaooo

Maybe I’ll post more of the story because personally I think it’s really interesting although I guess it seems a little Mary Sue if her story is so intertwined with a canon characters

Anyways her name is Myra Sin and she is a hermit and then not. I’m not gonna reveal too much because I seriously think her story is pretty cool and I could drop some major bombs in the way of telling it. I don’t know if I’m gonna make a screenplay (which I have been dabbling in) or a straight up fanfic because her story is definitely kicked off by the presence of baby yoda. I don’t know if anyone would want anything like an OC x Mando so I’ll have the option of changing the name via chrome extension.

Anyways I just wanted to get her visually so that’s what the drawing is, and I’m rather proud because I’ve never dabbled with light reflections like this before.

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WHAT DO WE WANT?

INQUISITOR CAL KESTIS

WHEN DO WE WANT IT?

NOW

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i’m sorry when i see a bitch use “time skip” or “___’s POV” i gotta go because i don’t want flashbacks to 2015 wattpad

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