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( updated rules and muse list page is done! i’ll make a fancier pinned post at some point, but i’ll keep this there for now )
( i’ve had a busy week (i went to london! completely unrelated to current event. just. for the record. please do not mistake me for a royalist), but i aim to get all of my replies done by the end of next week (id like to have them done before the end of the weekend, but just in case.) )
( i just thought of an insane concept.
bastila has spent her whole life emotionally suppressed and thinking that her being in a relationship is immoral. she gets over it, but she still has absolutely no experience, and this is bastila ‘i will keep all of my emotions right here and then one day i will die’ shan, so she is not going to be asking anyone for advice.
so i am now picturing her reading trashy romance novels to try and research how the fuck her relationship is supposed to work. )
META + Ebon Hawk (specifically the ship itself and/or the other crewmates) for Bastila if that's okay! (my apologies for sending this twice, I forgot to specify Bastila in the first one)
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co-habiting with non-jedi isn't something that bastila was particularly fond of. she'd done it before, during the war - after all, her battle meditation was most helpful on the front lines, so she had spent a lot of time with soldiers - but that wasn't the same as being on the ebon hawk.
on the front lines, she was separate from the soldiers. not only was she a jedi, but she was the jedi. they all knew who she was, and they had all felt the presence of her in their minds. there was no way that they would ever treat her as anything close to a peer.
but the hawk was different.
there was still a degree of separation. bastila was still a jedi. her attitude irritated some members of the crew, and besides, she knew more of the mission than anyone else. she had to keep herself at a distance to ensure that she didn't let anything slip, to ensure that she stayed focused, to ensure that nothing went wrong.
yet, somehow, somewhere along the line, the separation began to lessen. for the first time, bastila found herself being treated like a friend. gradually, the crew became a sort of family, and the ship became a sort of home. thoughts that bastila would never dare say allowed - attachment is forbidden, after all - but ones that she could not entirely deny having.
after leaving the hawk, bastila was surprised to find that she missed the hum of the engine.
( @luxettenebra from here )
As soon as Revan started to laugh, Bastila knew that she had misspoke. She had thought about finding Revan again more frequently than she would like to admit - she had thought of what she would do, what she would say, and yet it seemed that no amount of thought was enough to keep her foot out of her mouth. At least that was a constant, she supposed.
"It’s okay.” She spoke quietly in response to Revan’s apology. She wasn’t offended by her laughter, knowing in painful detail everything that had been done to her.
After the events of the Star Forge, Bastila had tried to return to the Order. She had tried to return, tried to be a good Jedi, tried to return to the Light in the way that her Masters approved of - but, after everything, their words had simply felt hollow.
“Thank you.”
She didn’t like the sense of finality that was settling between them. She pursed her lips, and hesitated, before she spoke again. “I... Look... I did not seek you out to simply speak of myself. I... wondered about you.”
( consider this a starter call ; please specify which muse you’d like the starter for )
❝ light in the DARK ; hope of the WORLD, all on your SHOULDERS ; can you CARRY this LOAD ? ❞
AKUZEISMS -- indie, semi-selective commander katrina caroline shepard of mass effect. 18+ only. nsfw & mature themes present. colonist, sole survivor, paragade, destroy ending/ahem compliant, some au influences. companion/sibling verses available. written by sera (she/her, 21+). est 2021. duplicate & multi-muse friendly. semi crossover friendly . mutuals only. med to high activity.
HOW IS YOUR SOUL PERCEIVED? :: Liara
the analyzing heart
you have the soul of an intellect. you like to figure out how things work, you want to take them apart and put them back together again. you strive for answers and you're not afraid to ask the difficult questions. one day you'll have to learn to accept not everything can be explained away. it's okay to let your heart bleed. it's okay to let your soul long for impossible things. the most incredible mysteries are the ones that are never solved, but merely felt.
TAGGING: @ecsile @luxettenebra
TAGGED BY: @akuzeisms (ty for the tag!!)
( i finally have a free day tomorrow so i’ll try to do things over here! )
And that is why the dark side is so insidious. If you are not careful, you do not even see each small step you take towards it until it is too late.
indie multimuse feat. bastila shan from star wars: knights of the old republic
* send META + a word , a name , or phrase and i will write a head canon based off of this !!!
✔ for Ningguang (and hiii!)
Send me ✔ and I will bold my preferences for your muse!
My muse(s): Ningguang
Do I know your muse(s): yes | no | a little | tell me about your muse
Setting: canon verse | my verse | your verse | modern | alternate universe | other
Pre-established relationships? yes | no | depends on the relationship
Possible relationships: friends | classmate | co-worker | roommate | family, real or adopted | dating or blind date | married | friends with benefits | unrequited love | lending a hand | teacher - student | rivals | allies | partner-in-crime | enemies | protecter - guarded | business partners | spy - infiltrated | manipulator - manipulated | star-crossed | first meeting | other
I’m in the mood for: fluff | angst | horror | romance | humor | crime | hurt / comfort | action | supernatural | slice of life | crack | dark threads | light threads | any genre | multi-para | shorter para | one-line | any length | plotted threads | unplotted threads | other
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Sleeping At Last — Atlas: Space Album {Sentence Starters}
“I talk in circles.”
“I am desperate.”
“I leaned in and let it hurt.”
“I’ll go anywhere you want.”
“Then, suddenly, I see you.”
“We promised we’d be safe.”
“Only street lights notice me.”
“I watch for signals, for a clue.”
“Let our cuts and bruises heal.”
“‘Til the sirens sound, I’m safe.”
“And somehow I’ve fallen in love.”
“Too late to pull itself together, now.”
“So, show me where my armor ends.”
“I want to tell you, but I don’t know how.”
“I want to love you, but I don’t know how.”
“How rare and beautiful it is to even exist.”
“After a while, I thought I’d never find you.”
“Our once barren world now brims with life.”
“It was a stained glass variation of the truth.”
“Let every little fracture in me shatter out loud.”
“We were full of life. We could barely hold it in.”
“We’re young enough to try to build a better life.”
“We left our date of birth and our history behind.”
“We laid our names to rest along the dotted line.”
“Fault lines tremble underneath my glass house.”
“I convinced myself that I would never find you…”
“Make my messes matter, make this chaos count.”
“I’d give anything to hear you say it one more time.”
“We were amateurs at war… strangers to suffering.”
“I tried to write it down, but I could never find a pen.”
“You taught me the courage of stars before you left.”
“I don’t know who I am, but now I know who I’m not.”
“With shortness of breath, you explained the infinite.”
“The universe was made just to be seen by my eyes.”
“We may fall in love every time we open up our eyes.”
“There is goodness in the heart of every broken man.”
“I was a billion little pieces, ’til you pulled me into focus.”
“Shake what’s left of me loose just to hear me cry mercy.”
“Our backs against the wall, we’re surrounded and afraid.”
“Though time is ruthless, it showed us kindness in the end.”
“We made our families proud, but scared at the same time.”
“The heaviness that I hold in my heart’s been crushing me.”
“If brokenness is a form of art, I must be a poster child prodigy.”
“I’ve been worried all my life, a nervous wreck most of the time.”
“You’re as beautiful as endless. You’re the universe I’m helpless in.”
“If brokenness is a work of art, surely this must be my masterpiece.”
“God knows, I am dissonance, waiting to be swiftly pulled into tune.”
“Still, I’m pinned under the weight of what I believed would keep me safe.”
“I guess space, and time takes violent things, angry things, and makes them kind.”
A quick and easy plotting guide
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My muse(s):
Do I know your muse(s): yes | no | a little | tell me about your muse
Setting: our verse | my verse | your verse | modern | alternate universe | other
Pre-established relationships? yes | no | depends on the relationship
Possible relationships: friends | classmate | co-worker | roommate | family, real or adopted | dating or blind date | married | friends with benefits | unrequited love | lending a hand | teacher - student | rivals | allies | partner-in-crime | enemies | protecter - guarded | business partners | spy - infiltrated | manipulator - manipulated | star-crossed | first meeting | other
I’m in the mood for: fluff | angst | horror | romance | humor | crime | hurt / comfort | action | supernatural | slice of life | crack | dark threads | light threads | any genre | multi-para | shorter para | one-line | any length | plotted threads | unplotted threads | other
Feel free to: message me ooc | message me ic | tell me your ideas | write a starter | answer one of my opens | send a meme | reblog this with your preferences - let’s find common interests!
( every now and then i think about how bastila tries to bait revan into killing her after she falls and then i just kind of collapse onto the ground because god this girl needs therapy )
( @akuzeisms liked for liara )
A lot had happened over the past 24 hours. Between the geth, the news of the Conduit, and Benezia... well, it was all enough to make Liara’s head spin, and even after having taken some time to herself to attempt to process it, she was still having some trouble completely thinking things through.
The fact that she was now on a ship full of aliens was so low on the list of things to process, it was almost laughable.
The sound of the door opening pulled her out of her thoughts, and she looked over to see who had entered, nodding politely in greeting.
“Commander.” Liara said. She hadn’t spoken to many humans in the past - she was mildly concerned about making some sort of social faux pas, but felt a touch silly for the worry. She had already embarrassed herself by getting herself stuck in the energy field, and with everything else, misstepping socially should really be the least of her concerns.
“Thank you, again, for helping me. I am... far more rested now.”
luxettenebra:
“Bastila, really – it’s fine, you don’t have to justify yourself to me.” Sil'Rava mumbled, shrugging as she leaned her head into her palm. “We have the star map, that’s all I care about.”
That…wasn’t entirely true. It might have been all Sil'Rava cared about right then, but she cared just as much about Bastila as she did the star map. The problem at the moment was that she was so very tired. The day had been long and what she really wanted was to go crawl into her bunk and sleep for at least a day or two, she really wasn’t in the mood to get into a disagreement with Bastila.
Instead, she tried something else: “Don’t remember much about my mom, personally. Navree says I should, but.” Sil'Rava shrugged. “I don’t.” That happened a lot these days, it seemed. It felt awkward and strange, not remembering something she thought she should be able to. “Besides, sometimes it’s nice to have a distraction. Mine is speeder racing. Do you think Manaan has a track?”
Bastila supposed that Sil’Rava was right. She didn’t need to justify herself to her. Not only was Bastila the head of this mission - but Sil’Rava hadn’t actually voiced protest to Bastila collecting her father’s datapad. No, Bastila knew that it wasn’t Sil’Rava that needed the justification. It was Bastila, herself. And that was just the problem, wasn’t it?
She suppressed a wince at Sil’Rava’s comment. Of course she didn’t remember. Bastila continued on past her guilt, not allowing it to pass to the surface-level. If nothing else, the past few months had allowed her to prove to herself that she was an excellent liar.
Really, Bastila knew that she should discourage Sil’Rava from the racing. The credits were helpful, and she supposed that she could see the benefit of a distraction, sometimes, but she worried about her racing reaching the wrong ears - of the wrong person seeing her - of recognition. It was bound to happen eventually, Bastila knew, but she still dreaded Sil’Rava discovering the truth.
But she was also tired, both emotionally and physically, and they weren’t on Manaan yet. Discouraging could wait, she decided.
“Oh, probably. It seems to be quite popular.” Her mind wandered. She should focus on the speed racing. A distraction, just like Sil’Rava had said, but...
“...Has Navree told you much about her?” A pause, before she added quietly, “Your mother, I mean.”