idk why i’m doing this besides the fact i’m a sleep-deprived neurodivergent that can get down to a silly song. if you want to do this w your mutuals (explanations are optional), go right ahead! silly songs are for everyone 💕
the pirates who don’t do anything: @capricornrabies and @valkyrieofthehighfae we’re the pirates and i love that for us. we get on a discord call together and suddenly all productivity ceases and the brain cells walk the plank. it’s the best kind of chaos 😂 there are no other pirates i’d rather do nothing with
larry’s high silk hat: @dindjarindiaries when you write angst you hold nothing back and while it hurts me when i read it, boy do i respect the absolute fuck out of it as a fellow writer. your dedication to your craft and pulling heartstrings (in fluffy and angsty ways) is admirable af and i enjoy reading literally anything you write
his cheeseburger: @pettyprocrastination the vibes are immaculate here. just enough anguish and emotional pull to get you into your feelings but also being hugged thru the angst. v passionate abt literally everything you put even an ounce of effort into and i love that dedication
endangered love: the drama! the intensity! the romance! @flightlessangelwings this one’s for you. the way your writing makes me feel like i’m sitting in a parisian cafe reading from a worn paperback had me giving you this dramatic song with no hesitation. it’s a classic, have never met anyone who didn’t enjoy this one.
yodeling veterinarian of the alps: gotta go w the darling @scribbledghost partly bc of how many au pets her jack has that we’ve all fallen in love with & partly bc i (the vet) will scream disjointed ideas at her and scribs (the nurse) translates them into sensible things w ease. one of my lifelong faves that’s underrated af
love my lips: replace “lips” w “soft star wars dads” and you’ll have molly, aka @dindjarindiaries and 90% of her fabulous content. she was one of my first pedro blogs ever and love my lips was one of my first silly songs. both this silly song & molly have near and dear places in my heart and i adore them (molly more than the song if we’re being honest)
the water buffalo song: @a-dorin you almost got song of the cebu but this classic had your name written all over it. you don’t listen to the naysayers and keep on singing abt your water buffalo and i’m proud of you for it. your confidence is infectious and i love being your friend (also water buffalos are p similar to cows and i know how you like cows)
song of the cebu: @persaloodles you might fight me on this but this song is an accurate depiction of nearly every conversation we’ve ever had. we distract each other w our shenanigans to the point of forgetting the main point and there’s always a likelihood of spending twenty minutes plus on tangents. we alternate on who’s larry & archibald when talking abt our bad decisions, it’s so wonderfully chaotic
belly button: @autumnleaves1991-blog idk why but i feel like you would vibe w this one. the entire thing is a *nsync reference no child will get deadass mr. lundt looks like joey fatone & junior asparagus is ramen noodle hair justin timberlake and i’ve read enough of your fics to know you enjoy subtle nods & hidden meanings. plus i feel like we could sing this together in the car and absolutely kill it
lance the turtle: this song is for my darling @pedropasscals and is one of the only valid semi-new silly songs imo. you’ve shown me time and time again that you’re a badass at improvising when things go wrong & continuing to persevere despite it. your feline babies & i are your backup singers who support you in all your chaos
pizza angel: this song is another with all the drama & @miraclemoreno your writing never holds punches. you have a knack for immersing me into au’s with characters i know v little about & making me fall in love with them instantly (like the way this song makes me want pizza every time i hear it). it has v nice instrumental bits & great background vocals, just like you do some kickass world building
okay so this one is kinda soft but do you think luke sings his s/o to sleep every night? i feel like he doesn’t have the most amazing voice but it’s very soft & nice to listen to 🥺
Kenna, do you want to see me cry tonight? Because that’s what’s happening 😭
Yes, 10000% Luke sings to you as you lay in bed going to sleep
He doesn’t sing songs from beginning to end, he’ll sing bits and pieces that fit how he’s feeling
The two of you lay in bed, silence and darkness surrounding you
Your head is on his chest, the only sound in your ears is his heartbeat and silent breathing; your arms around his torso
One of his arms is around your shoulders, the other tracing mindless shapes up and down your arm
You feel yourself beginning to drift, the world around you seeming hazier and hazier
It’s at this point where he begins to hum lightly, the sound almost too soft for you to pick up
But then you hear his indestinguishable voice begins to flow throughout the room and into your ears
It begins with a couple of sung words, but he mostly keeps humming
“Bright eyes... bright eyes...”
You know that Luke likes to sing for you to more easily fall asleep
But whenever he starts to sing to you you find yourself wanting to stay awake, wanting to listen to his beautiful voice
He might not be the best singer in the galaxy (or even in Tatooine), but his voice to you is irreplaceable because you know he sings to you from the heart
“If you only hold me tight, we’ll be holding on forever...”
Your heart swells at each song he chooses, his song choice always managing to voice his feelings exactly
And your heart swells because his singing is something so intimate between the two of you
So you hold him close, you hold him tight, his voice and warmth blanketing you into a state of bliss and rest
Shall we dance, beautiful @a-dorin? ❤️ I've finally finished drawing these two! I had a lot of ideas, but eventually I choose to express something romantic and even intimate through dancing, I hope you don't mind! Oh, and I might have accidentally put you two in my Star Wars x Harry Potter AU since I used Wizard Maul's outfit, haha 😂❤️❤️
how are you? how’s your day/night? how was your week? have you been sleeping >:( (jk i don’t sleep either but ilysm)
Kenna! I’m sorry I’m getting to this rather late, but thank you so much for checking in 🥺 My week’s been okay :) I’ve actually been consciously working to get more sleep and on a more consistent time schedule, as well as drinking enough water, eating breakfast, etc. It’s really refreshing to have some time to get life back on track!
How have you been? How was your day? And you’d better be sleeping, actually, otherwise i will find you >:( ily >:)
Summary: As the daughter of a High Priestess of Asteria, Paghs Makosh was forced to live two lives: one of a Jedi and one that followed traditional Asterian ideals. After returning from a year long exploratory mission in uncharted space, Paghs discovers that her once peaceful home planet is on the brink of a civil war and those in charge, including her mother, are doing nothing to help the people. Now, Paghs must now grapple with her own beliefs and fears as her understanding of the Force and her place in the universe is tested by unforeseen forces.
Rating: R
Pairings: None yet; will be WolffeXOC
Warnings: descriptions of violence and injuries, death, talk of death/meaning of life (sorry if I forgot any, I am new at this)
Word Count: 2851
a/n: This is an OC story, so there is no use of “y/n” or second person perspective. The OC and her planet/culture are entirely my own creation: I cannot take credit for anything else. This takes place during TCW, but I have altered the timeline to fit my story, oops.
Gif by celebrate-the-clone-wars. Can be found here
They had been taken by surprise, not realizing they were being followed until it was too late. The planetary monitoring systems on The Spectator had picked up no life forms or machinery in the sector the 00 Covert Commando Platoon landed in. It was supposed to be simple and easy, they were only surveying the land.
The sound of blasters being fired was quickly followed by horrified yells and monstrous growls. The planet they landed on, Cromia P0F5 as the troopers called it, offered little options for cover, with only a few boulders and sparse trees jutting out from the barren ground granting the 36 troopers safety from the assault.
Jedi Master Paghs Makosh of Asteria crouched behind a large rock with two of her men, Clone Commander Crusher and Dent. She was as much as a shinie as Dent was, with this being her first melee since passing her Trials and being sent on this exploratory mission.
“Only took 326 days to see some sort of action,” Dent joked, as he fired at the enemy.
“What are we dealing with, Commander?” Paghs asked, ignoring Dent. She would have found his comment more amusing, had it not been for a large boulder that flew inches from her head moments before she found cover with the two.
“Ground scans say 40 beings approaching from the west,” Crusher said.
“How did our initial scans not pick this up?” Paghs asked herself.
“Pace said they looked similar to Trandoshans,” Dent commented.
Paghs cursed. She hadn’t been able to get a clear look at the creatures when they first attacked. If the creatures were similar to the cold-blooded species she was so used to seeing around the Republic, then they could surely have the ability to camouflage themselves from the scanners on The Spectator.
“I hate lizards,” Crusher mumbled.
Paghs clicked a button on her wrist communicator, opening the direct line with The Spectator. She didn’t have time to worry about scrambling their signal, “Captain, I’m going to need an immediate pick up in sector 3. I repeat, immediate pick up in sector 3.”
“General,” the ship captain’s voice responded, “Sector 3 is surrounded by mountains, it’ll be difficult to navigate.”
“Just do it!” she shouted in the communicator before ending the call.
The snarls and growls and awful hissing noises from the unseen enemy suddenly stopped. It was too quiet, the only thing Paghs could hear was her heartbeat thumping in her ears. Her grip on her lightsaber was tight enough to make the orchid-colored skin of her knuckles nearly white.
The surrounding mountains did little to hide the scorching heat of the setting sun. A bead of sweat dripped down her forehead. As she wiped it away with the back of her hand, she felt a roll of uneasiness pass through her. It was like a thousand pins were being pricked into her skin, not hard enough to cause pain, but enough for her to be uncomfortable. It was a sign of danger.
“Move!” she yelled to the two clones. She tried to Force push them out of the way, but the top of the rock they were hiding behind suddenly shattered, launching Paghs forward a few feet.
Her chest hit the ground harder than expected, but it was her hands that took the brunt of the fall. Tiny rocks made a home for themselves in her palms and she could already feel the bruising begin to form. The rough landing disengaged her lightsaber, the green blade disappeared with a small hiss. Crusher landed to her right, far more gracefully than she had. He quickly positioned his weapon toward the rock. Paghs managed to roll to back, ignoring the burning ache that settled in her body.
She heard Dent’s screams before she realized what she was looking at.
“Great Goddess,” Paghs said in horror.
Hunched over the broken rock was a large lizard-like creature, it’s scaly arm outstretched and holding onto Dent’s neck. Three sharp claws dug into the clone’s helmet, puncturing the plastoid-alloy material. He was screaming, trying to get his gun at the ready, but his screams only seemed to piss the creature off more. With a single squeeze from the large claw of a hand, the scream was replaced with a sharp snap.
“Dent!” Paghs screamed, scrambling to her feet as the creature threw his lifeless body haphazardly to the side.
“Definitely uglier than Trandoshans,” Crusher commented. She didn’t say respond, afraid that if she opened her mouth, more than just words would come out.
The creature slowly began climbing down the rock, its body contorting to easily get around the jagged edges. Two black beady eyes examined her from their giant scaly sockets. It stood on all fours, its barbed tail, which was equally as sharp as its claws, whipped through the air with a crack. The creature’s large mouth curved upwards into an open smile, revealing razor sharp teeth. It was mocking them, mocking the death of their comrade. She didn’t notice two smaller creatures approaching from the sides until she felt a hand grab her arm, forcing her into a retreat.
Scrambling to her feet, Paghs ran towards the rendezvous point. The Spectator was a klick away, hovering above the ground. A few of the faster clones had made it aboard. Those that struggled to keep up were taken down from their flanks by the pack of creatures. It was a hunt for them. They were being hunted.
“Ahh!” Paghs heard from her right as one of the smaller creatures swiped at Crusher’s feet, bringing him down. She skidded to a halt, igniting her lightsaber. Crusher’s helmet was forced off his head in the fall, landing at Paghs’s feet.
The smaller creature swatted at the fallen trooper, dragging its claws down his face. Crusher screamed in pain, pulling the trigger of his blaster and unloading everything into the creature’s body. It cried out in pain and in a puff of smoke, it slumped over and fell to the side.
Paghs ran to Crusher’s side. She couldn’t look at his face, too fearful of the bloody mess that would be looking back at her. Her mind was racing as she knelt next to him. She was supposed to protect him, she was supposed to protect all of them and she was failing.
Crusher groaned in pain. His hand reached to his right ankle; it having been injured in the fall.
“General, watch out!” Crusher called.
His warning came too late.
She heard a whoosh through the air, as the creature she thought Crusher had killed, swung its formidable tail at her. She tumbled forward, the air violently escaping from her lungs for a second time. Her hands and face scarped on the gravel laden ground. There was a searing pain in her back, but she was too dazed from the fall to react. As the creature ripped its tail free from the skin of her back, a few of the spikes broke off and rooted themselves into her flesh.
This time she screamed.
The creature grabbed her ankle, pulling her closer to its mangled body. She squirmed, turning onto her back. She bit the insides of her cheeks bloody, holding in her cries as the ground pushed the spikes further into her back. The creature jumped on top of her and began swiping its claws towards her face. Paghs used her weaning strength to keep the creature at bay, holding onto its arms. It roared, the loud guttural tone drowning out the screams of troopers. It lurched its ghastly face forward, teeth bared and dripping with saliva.
“I kriffing hate lizards!” She heard Crusher yell before a red blaster shot hit the creature in its head.
The creature’s black eyes slowly lost their life and its body began to grow heavy. It dropped dead to the ground, half of it still laying on Paghs. Its open jaw just missed her face. She mustered her strength and attempted to push it off of her, the muscles in her arms throbbing with each push.
“I got you, General,” Crusher said from behind her. He looped his arms under hers and began dragging Paghs’s out from under the creature. She cried out in pain as one of the barbs in her back was pushed down, elongating the cut it had originally made.
“I know, I know…I’m sorry,” Crusher whispered.
“We are not going to die on this stupid planet,” Paghs growled when she was finally free. She tried to ignore the searing pain in her back and could feel the blood freely flowing down and seep into the leather plackart.
She wrapped her arm around Crusher, his ankle no longer able to keep him standing steadily. They were surrounded by at least six of the creatures, each growling ferociously and circling around them as animals did when they cornered their prey. Paghs looked around, trying to find a weak point in their circle.
“General,” a voice from her wrist communication device called, “Are you alright? We lost sight of you for a moment.”
“I’m fine,” she said, “Captain, move the ship to my starboard, keep her a good 40 feet from the ground, we don’t know how high these things can jump.”
“Yes, sir.”
“What do you have planned?” Crusher said weakly. He was pointing his gun at the largest creature, the one that killed Dent.
“You are not going to like it,” she answered.
“Paghs,” Crusher warned.
“Do you trust me?” she asked.
He paused for a moment, “With my life.”
“We’re going to be okay,” she said, finally looking at Crusher. “You’re going to be okay.”
*********
“General, are you okay? General?” a voice asked, forcing the Asterian out of her memories. It was the warm hand on her shoulder that fully pulled her back to reality. She jumped up, nearly falling out of her seat. Crusher stood next to her, his helmet was placed on the table next to her. Three jagged lines were painted into the side of it. Crusher told her it was a memorial to the people they lost, Paghs just thought it was another way to remember a terrible day.
“You sure you’re a Jedi?” Crusher jested. Though his tone was light, Paghs could see concern in his eyes. “You’ve been staring at this blasted thing for hours. ”
Paghs turned in her seat lethargically to stare at the blue toned holomap of Cromia P0F5. It had been weeks since they escaped the planet, weeks since she even thought of those creatures, of the men she lost. Her mouth felt dry.
“Sorry,” she said, clearing her throat, “Was just trying to finish the write up.”
“Thought I told you I was going to do that,” Crusher said, narrowing his eyes at her.
She looked at him, or rather looked at the scars that ran down half of his face. The three thin lines were pink and irritated, one running through the corner of his mouth giving him a permanent frown. She wondered if they hurt as much as or more than her own. The medic droid did what it could, but Bacta couldn’t fix everything.
“I’m faster at it,” she replied, trying not to catch his eyes.
“It’s been weeks,” he said flatly. She didn’t respond and looked away in shame. “Am I really that ugly to look at?”
Paghs tried to choke on her laugh, “Sorry.”
“Stop saying sorry,” he said with a sigh. He pulled back an open chair next to her and sat down. “We’ll be back in Coruscant in less than six hours, which means you’ll be presenting everything to the Senate in seven.”
“Unless this ship falls apart first,” she snorted. The Spectator, while a good ship, was old and outdated.
“Go get some rest, I’ll finish this report.”
“Jeez, I thought I was the superior officer here,” she half-heartedly joked. “I’ve had enough rest, thank you very much.” It was a lie. She had barely been able to sleep through the nights, plagued by nightmares.
“You excited to be back?” she asked, wanting to change the subject. She stretched her arms up, feeling a twinge of pain in her back as the skin stretched.
“I’m excited to not be stuck on this ship anymore,” Crusher said nonchalantly.
“Is my company really that bad?”
“Not as bad as the food.”
“You wound me,” Paghs said, dramatically putting a hand to her chest. “After all I have done for you, this is how you treat me.”
“Are you excited to be back?” Crusher asked, ignoring her theatrics.
“Oh totally,” she said sarcastically, “I am so ready to face the Senate and tell them all about our little adventures. You know she’s probably going to be there. That woman is insufferable.”
“Aren’t all Senators?”
“You know what Master Plo told me before communications with the Republic cut off? That she is the leader of the damn opposition for this mission.”
“You let her affect your feelings too much.”
“Great Goddess, you sound like the Council,” she said.
“Something else bothering you?” Crusher asked. He knew the answer. Of course something else was bothering her.
“I’m fine,” she lied.
“The boys are worried about you.”
She sighed and leaned back in the chair, running her hands through her silver hair, letting her fingers tug at the knots. She looked back at the holomap of Cromia P0F5, a deep frown settling on her face.
“You’ve been thinking about it again, haven’t you?” Crusher asked, breaking the silence.
“I always think about it,” she whispered.
“There wasn’t anything you could have done.”
“I could have felt around in the Force, acted quicker. I could have saved everyone.” Paghs knew it wasn’t exactly how the Force worked, but she felt like she had to make an excuse for what happened.
“This is what we were created for, General. To die in battle...to die for the Republic is an honor for any clone.”
“It’s also an honor to see what you are fighting for survive,” Paghs countered. “You’re not just soldiers...you’re men,” she paused, “They at least deserved a proper burial.”
“Nu kyr'adyc, shi taab'echaaj'la,” Crusher said softly. Paghs had heard the Mando’a words multiple times since their time on Cromia P035. One of the medic clones had told her it was the Mandalorian words for the departed: Not gone, merely marching far away.
It was her fault the clones had to say them.
The conversation had taken a turn too heavy for Paghs to handle at the moment. She looked back to Crusher. His eyes were shut, enjoying the moment of silence. He looked peaceful, the most peaceful she had seen him in awhile. She would have to remind herself to give him and the rest of the team the proper leave time when they returned to Coruscant. They deserved to be able to actually relax before being thrown into another battle.
She looked to his scar again and felt the bile raise up in her throat. She didn’t understand how he was able to be so nonchalant about what happened. Maybe it was the clones programming or maybe it was because he was experienced in the field. She remembered staying by his bedside in the Medic Wing. She nearly tore apart the medic droid for the quick, almost sloppy, work it did dressing his wounds. Even after her outburst, they still did not give the same amount of care to Crusher’s injury as they did with hers.
“Will you please get a medic to check that thing out before you finish the debriefing for me?” she asked gently.
He opened his eyes, a large grin forming, “What’s that blasted droid going to do that it hasn’t done already? Besides, I’ve been told that Coruscanti women go crazy for one of these.”
“I’m going to pretend you didn’t say that,” Paghs said, rolling her eyes. She looked out the main window on the command deck. They would reach Coruscant soon enough.
As the hundreds of stars passed by in the cerulean haze of hyperspace, a dull ache formed into the base of Paghs’s head. It creeped up her neck and into her skull, settling just behind her eyes. It gnawed away at her mind, forcing any other thought or semblance of peace away until it was the only thing present. She had felt this only once before, just before they left the atmosphere of Coruscant all those months ago. She had tried to forget the awful feeling, believing that it was just her nerves of going on her first solo mission. But now she couldn’t ignore it; she couldn’t wish it away.
“Something wrong, General?” Crusher asked.
“We’ve been gone for over a year,” she began. “Great Goddess, we haven’t even heard from anyone outside this ship months. I’m just...maybe I’m just worried that we aren't coming back to what we left.” She said with a frown.
“I’m sure they’re worried too.”
“What do you mean?”
“We aren’t the same people that left a year ago, General,” he said. “And that should worry you as well.”
