#{forcenexus}

[rozanovi81]

@forcenexus said: i don’t want to fight with you.

" then fuck off, myricks, " ilya spits back, turning away from his teammate. deep down, he knows he's being too harsh. but he's been in a shitty mood all day, & his head is starting to pound. he's reaching his limit for what he can tolerate at the moment.

[otherxworlds]

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Cal had spent years in hiding. He had kept his head down, refusing to do anything that might draw attention to himself. What else could he do? He'd been a kid when the Jedi Order had fallen. A padawan learner still several years away from undertaking the trials. He had only survived because his Master had protected him – had sacrificed his own life so Cal might live.

Bracca had been as good a place as any to hide. Nobody expected to find a Jedi on a scrapyard planet. The skills he had learned at the Jedi Temple had actually put him in pretty good stead for a career as a scrapper. Prauf had helped, taken him under his wing back when he was a kid. Prauf had been important to him. That was why Cal had slipped up. He'd used the Force to save him and...

Well, it had been pointless in the end, hadn't it? Prauf had been killed in the end because he'd tried to protect him from the Inquisitors.

Running had been the only option and it he was being honest, he had barely made his way out of there with his life. Cal hadn't picked up his lightsaber in years, and his connection to the Force was damaged. He was no match for an Inquisitor.

After managing to steal a ship, the coordinates he'd input had been random. He hadn't had time to think. He just knew that anywhere would be better than Bracca.

The desert planet he had landed on was not one he was familiar with but he had lost his pursuers. He had wandered for a while before he came across the man.

"Wait...I know you..."

[complicatedqueens]

𓏲ּ𝄢 ─── the sand was pale as bone char, fine enough to hang suspended in the air between breaths, coating her tongue with the taste of old fires and older silence. it gave beneath her boots with each step, swallowing her footprints before she’d finished making them. sriluur was a world the hutts had claimed and then forgotten, left to bake under twin suns while they moved on to richer spoils, leaving behind only their crumbling palace complexes and the weequay who still served them. they were a quiet people though. there were no greetings called across dusty streets, no laughter from the cantina doorways, just the soft scuff of bare feet on sand and the occasional murmur of their own clicking language, spoken low as they tucked a word of caution between greetings. not that she heeded them.

the air carried the metallic bite of overheated engines and old fuel, layered with dust that never quite settled. padmé walked over to one side of the bay, watching a grizzled mechanic in oil-streaked overalls crouch over the exposed hull of a battered starfighter. the acrid tang of ozone stung her eyes teary, but she could still make out the faint gleam of gold. it clung to its seams, its curves, thinned to a tired warmth that spoke not of years, but of decades. the kind she’d seen in the hangar bays of theed.

“excuse—” the mechanic twisted around too fast, one hand slipping on the hull plating, and had to catch himself with another arm before he toppled sideways off his work stool. “oh dear! are you alright?” she reached out, hand extended as though she might steady him from where she stood.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​ he squinted up at her though, all four hands still braced for balance, eyes tracking from her boots to the shadow of her hood. she lowered the cowl of her cloak then, continuing, “i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to frighten you.”

he pushed himself upright, hopping down from the stool with a grunt. “‘s fine—just… you’re not from around here, are you?” the question hung in the air between them, neither accusation nor invitation, just observation worn smooth by years of reading strangers in transit—a trait most of the townspeople seemed to share. “no,” she said then. “no, i’m from ryloth.” the words came easier than she’d expected, though she supposed it wasn’t really a lie anymore. “i came here to see jaxxson.”

he let out a low whistle. “by the spires of dathomir—yeah, that’s one wild ride. hold on.” he unclipped a comlink from his belt, turning it over in one hand while another thumbed the activation switch. “hey, jaxx—got a pretty young thing down at the bay looking for you.”

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[renascendant]

@forcenexus said, ❛ you weren’t listening to me. it’s like your mind is somewhere else. ❜ from here

⸻ ⛧ 𝘖𝘍 𝘊𝘖𝘜𝘙𝘚𝘌 𝘐𝘛 𝘐𝘚 𝘚𝘖𝘔𝘌𝘞𝘏𝘌𝘙𝘌 else. When isn't his mind consciously aware of everything? All at once? ❝ Then say it again. ❞ Arms cross over his chest, tilting his head & forcing himself to pay just a little more attention. ❝ I'm listening. ❞

[spokewar]

Master, we seriously need to talk... about your tea collection. It's getting out of control. (Just when you think Anakin's going to be serious.)

"Would you rather I be addicted to spice instead?"

[griefdestined]

❛  i knew this day would come, but i hoped it wouldn't be today.  ❜ (from @forcenexus. anakin sitting obi wan to tell him what he knows about palpatine)

Obi-Wan's eyebrows furrowed as he allowed Anakin to guide him to sit. He was used to Anakin's elaborate conspiracy theories, which he would think of as a young padawan, but this seemed extremely far-fetched. What was more concerning was that Anakin seemed entirely too serious this time.

Lips pressed in a firm line, he thought better of it and stood. "Allow me to just put on a cup of tea, I feel I might need the caffeine for this conversation." Thankfully, his rooms were small, and the teapot was less than 5 feet from the table where he had previously sat.

Busying his hands felt good as he controlled the anxiety that threatened to bubble in his stomach. He thought that Anakin's crisis of faith when he was younger was stressful. If any of what Anakin said was true, then this was much bigger than he had thought.

[sacredpyre]

"So...what would you think if I dressed as Barbie for Halloween?"

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[dynastymuses]

@forcenexus liked this post for a starter from luke skywalker

Luke Skywalker came upon a man he felt a familiar man. He couldn’t explain it. He made his way closure, something was pulling him. Then he heard it. The man’s voice. It wasn’t the same and yet he knew it was him without a doubt. It was his father, anakin skywalker. He almost cried ❝are you anakin skywalker?❞ He knew the answer but still asked