#alootus

[prvtocol]

ᥫ᭡ .°• @alootus :: is there something amusing? :: ( andor: season 1. )

     The wraparound terrace of the quaint cafe sits directly off the promenade of Monument Plaza. It offers a fine selection of floral teas, delicate pastries, and a view to people watch. A lovely place for an afternoon catch-up between the closest of friends. When a bevy of nursery-aged children approaches from her opposing view, mixed species but all dressed in the same navy-and-white school uniforms, Brienne’s eyes shift from Padmé’s. Glossy coral lips curve in an instant. 

     is there something amusing?

     Hand lifts from the warming side of her teacup, gesturing at the adorable chain of hand-holding tykes before they pass into her purview. “Probably on a field trip to see Umate." The highest and only uncovered mountain on Coruscant sits just around the corner. “I hear that's a fun age for a parent. Challenging, but rewarding.” Eyes briefly turn back to her Chandrilan tea, rotating the cup on its saucer. Still young and hopeful, thoughts of motherhood find her on occasion. "Apologies for the detour."  

[temperedfaith]

@alootus ʟɪᴋᴇᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ ᴄᴀʟʟ !

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Coruscant is the epitome of overstimulation. In the rare instances in which Casimir journeys to the ecumenopolis he was always sure to make it short and sweet. Each morning, a little spice was needed just to keep the overwhelming cityscapes and massive crowds from getting under his skin. The lower levels made him nervous, but he always made good on a deal so long as the source felt trustworthy. The deal was finished anyway, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t still after credits.

Coming all this way for one sale wasn’t quite enough to endure the chaos, so he had been sure to briefly secure a small cart for a rental fee. Despite his strong dislike for such a planet, it surely brought more customers for psychic readings than dark outposts. The cart wasn’t the same as a stationary booth, but he had found a way to make due. Dangling lights across the canopy, a display sign with what he hopes still says PSYCHIC, and a number of his own candles and trinkets from his ship would be enough of a put-together presentation he was going for. Positioned in one of the nicer districts (despite his permit allowing him to be only several levels below), he sat perfectly between dessert bakeries that smelled divine. A plate of powdered sugar wouldn’t add to the aesthetic of his cart, but who could blame him?

And maybe, because of the mildly less crowded district, he wasn’t getting very many bites. So Casimir did what he didn’t typically like doing (but he certainly wanted to justify another round of doughnuts) and verbally advertised to the first person who passed by close enough to hear him.

“Would you care for a prediction of your future?”

Holding a deck of cards that shimmered in the light, Casimir shifted in his seat and peered at the woman from his cart. She seemed quite well-to-do and unlikely to pay him much attention, but he didn’t want to just be another bartering salesman so he read her lingering anxiety instead.

“You seem to have a lot on your mind, maybe I can ease you. I’ll even share a doughnut, free of charge.”

“The doughnut is free though, not the consultation. But I promise I’m fair.” An easy smile pulls at his lips, hoping to win her by charm.

[knbi]

Send 😳 to walk in on my muse getting changed!

@alootus ASKED: 😳

TO HIS knowledge , padmé had gone out and would be out for some time . so he'd taken the time to himself , perhaps spending more time in the refresher than he usually does , more time than he usually allots himself when he's trying to be EFFICIENT . knowing he'd had the small bungalow to himself for the moment , he was still in his towel when he started his way from the refresher to the bedroom .

the sight of a very unexpected padmé makes him STOP . he freezes , eyes widening somewhat as he takes stock of her , and then of himself .

❝ you're here , ❞ he acknowledges somewhat lamely , and he finds himself exceedingly grateful that he is , at the very least , WEARING A TOWEL .

[mossweaving]

an owl delivered @alootus;

🐰 not much, you seem really sweet and kind !! how intimidating am i?

genuinely this is a fucking relief because when i was on my solo blog for gabe (reaper from overwatch iykyk), ZERO people interacted with me unless it was someone my muse knew in his universe so THANK YOU FOR THIS

[empreys-a]

The  first  sensation  Rey  felt  when  she  regained  consciousness  was  heat.  Then  came  the  hard  ache  of  pain,  contrasting  against  the  soft  sandy  ground  underneath  her.  As  the  Jedi’s  vision  began  to  focus,  she  noticed  wisps  of  smoke  billowing  into  the  blue  sky,  engulfing  it  in  a  haze  of  charcoal  grey.  In  an  instant  she  recalled  how  she  ended  up  thrown  out  of  the  exploding  ship  she’d  been  aboard. Rey hadn't been the only passenger.

They  were  on  a  journey  to  a  remote  planet  in  the  Outer  Rim.  Rey  was  sent  by  Master  Kenobi  to  escort  a  small  group  of  politicians  on  their  diplomatic  mission.  It  was  supposed  to  be  a  peaceful  meeting  with  selected  separatist  members,  but  their  ship  was  shot  down  not  long  after  entering  the  planet’s  atmosphere.  Getting  to  her  feet,  the  ship  in  question  was  still  ablaze,  what  was  left  of  it.  Approaching  the  roaring  flames,  Rey  called  out  to  survivors. 

“Is  anyone  there?  Shout  if  you  can  hear  me!” Coughing  violently,  Rey  lifted  her  arm  to  shield  herself  from  inhaling  a  mouthful  of  ash.  Closing  her  eyes,  Rey  focused  on  calming  her  panicked  mind,  exhaling  a  steadying  breath. “Please,  please  let someone  be  alive.”  Reaching  out  with  the  Force,  there  was  nothing,  no  one... Then,  a  spark  of  hope, not  no  one ... @alootus.

[lostserenno]

@alootus asked: i can't believe you just did that.

Coruscant is bustling with life, with thousands upon thousands of lifeforms glinting in the Force. Lifeforms and transports and buildings, and a cacophony that he had never minded up until now.

He would much rather be elsewhere, and he knows that, and he knows that the Council knows that. There's a whole Galaxy out there and a distress signal he has not yet managed to track properly, lost fully when he found himself there. The Temple, he had thought, would bring him answers, if not peace. He has found neither, and he can almost smell political meddling perfectly timed to assuage the rumors around him.

A part of him does understand the caution. The rest of him resents it, not that it will stop him from doing his job.

And if his job is made easier by discreetly handing a small stack of credits to the one officer at these particular docks in Coruscant that felt in the Force like he'd accept a bribe from a Jedi, then he will. And then report it, of course: he is far from fond of corruption.

"He will be investigated." Dooku -Yan- replies, matter-of-factly. "And neither of us will be late."

Which is his job, insofar as he is supposed to ensure the Senator's security while the usual Jedi in charge of similar tasks are otherwise occupied.

[gloomfaithed]

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[prophes1ed]

@alootus 𝙲𝙾𝙽𝚃𝙸𝙽𝚄𝙴𝙳

it  was  frightening  how  easily  she  calmed  him. how  it  was  senator  padmé  amidala  —  of  all  people  and  despite  her  ties  to  the  jedi,  she  knew  the  exact  words  to  quiet  the  war  inside  him.  he  knew  that  obi-wan  wasn’t  quite  fond  of  politicians,  and  yet  here  his  apprentice  was,  leaning  on  to  padmé  and  chancellor  palpatine  whenever  something  was  troubling  him.

but  for  how  frightening  it  may  have  been,  it  was  also  the  least  bit  surprising  at  the  very  same  time.  she  was  always  this  way,  he  mused,  and  the  thought  brought  him  a  rare  kind  of  fondness.  there  had  always  been  this  calming  presence  radiating  around  the  young  senator  from  naboo  ever  since  he  first  met  her  as  a  slave  boy  on  the  harsh,  sun  scorched  world  of  tattooine.

despite  the  absence  of  his  smile,  anakin  listened  in  a  state  of  peace  that  was  only  amplified  when  she  gave  his  flesh  hand  a  reassuring  squeeze;  an  effect  that  was  made  visible  in  the  way  that  his  shoulders  dropped  and  relaxed.  he  couldn’t  care  less  about  politics  …  but  he  imagined  that  the  same  calm  that  soothed  him  now  lent  power  and  poise  to  her  speeches  in  the  senate.

❝  do  you  ever  have  such  doubts?   ❞    his  voice  finally  broke  the  extended  moment  of  silence  brought  on  by  his  own  hesitation.  he  winced  —  not  just  at  the  question,  but  at  how  it  had  come  out.    ❝  i  apologize  for  how  this  sounds,  but  you  don’t  seem  like  the  type  to  have  room  for  any  kind  of  doubts.  you  seem  confident.  just  like  obi-wan.  whereas  whenever  i  feel  like  i  am  doing  the  right  thing.  i’m  too  arrogant.   ❞    he  wasn’t  looking  to  second-guess  her  in  any  kind  of  way,  nor  was  he  anything  but  grateful  to  her  for  simply  listening,  yet  he  still  doubted  himself.  and  how  could  he  not  when  that  was  all  his  peers  seemed  to  do?

he  sighed  then,  deep  and  thoughtful.    ❝  it’s  the  council.  they  haven’t  done  or  said  anything  yet,  but  i  can  just  tell  that  they  don’t  exactly  trust  me  despite  my  efforts  to  gain  that  trust.   ❞