#daredevildameron

[cneofakind]

       vwiip woobrr weeooopboop        << are you injured? >>

she’d witnessed pilots walk away from far worse crashes than the one the two had just been in, but that didn’t stop her from being concerned.

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Send a 👫  and I’ll write four headcanons I have about our muse’s relationship (selectively accepting) @daredevildameron​

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⤑ finn fought for him. fought to have him here, with him, on this planet. to have him be granted the position as an official liaison between their government and the resistance. it’s selfish, he knows, and it takes poe out of the air for days at a time but he can’t— he can’t imagine being here alone. or being here without poe. finn’ll fail.

⤑ poe looks good in his uniform but he’s breathtaking in the robes of finn’s home country.

⤑ they go exploring, sometimes. the newly returned crown prince is busy of course but he asks to be allowed days to visit adjacent planet, villages on the opposite hemisphere and he asks for the company of one poe dameron. sometimes, if it’s not too far away, he doesn’t ask and they make do with a speeder.

⤑ the first time they do it, the entire system goes on lockdown and they return, sheepish.

[nonconf0rmity-blog]

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MUN INTERPRETATION HOUR // ACCEPTING

THANK YOU for this because I can get something off my chest that’s been bothering me for a long freaking time.

I wish that Finn would have had the Force used on him just one time. Just one time! Everyone else gets Force-Thrown or Force-Mined or Force-Spanked or whatever, but no, Finn never gets any of it. To the point where they avoid the question so hard that it becomes ridiculously apparent that that is what they’re doing.

(I also really don’t believe they’d go so far out of their way to avoid showing him vs the Force if there wasn’t something that they were going to reveal, but that’s another thing. This is the important thing.)

If I didn’t write this character I probably would just get excited and/or not really give a shit, but having no context to draw on when I write against Kylo can get a little irritating sometimes. 

[droidoftheresiistance-blog]

closed starter for @daredevildameron

BB-8 stood obediently next to the duo’s trusted X-wing fighter, ready for the next mission. Although seemingly composed, when Poe stepped into view the little droid beeped excitedly and rolled quickly up to him, ecstatic to go on their newest mission.

The small droid loved the thrill of missions, and was happy he was able to share it with a best friend.

“Master! Master! I’ve got the X-wing all ready to go!”

[droidoftheresiistance-blog]

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MEME: SEND ME ✓ IF YOU THINK I PLAY MY CHARACTER CORRECTLY 

ooc: aaa thank you!! ♡♡♡ 

[nonconf0rmity-blog]

quietly plops url here?

GLADLY PULLS OUT A CHAIR FOR YOU

Do I Follow Them?: Like a lemming.

Why Did I Follow Them?: Their kind of brilliance deserves recognition. <3

Do We Role Play?: Poor Poe.

Do I Want To Role Play With Them: POOR POE yes of course always

An AU Idea For Our Muses: We already have an AU going on, but maybe we can make an AU of that AU, where Finn and Poe are time travelers except they spend all their time going to different eras and sitting in restaurants making fun of the menu.

A Song For Our Muses: This is the song from the title of our AU, and since I just posted to it, now I can’t get it out of my head so here ya go.

Do I Ship Our Muses?: By now the fact that I’m Stormpilot trash is public domain I think

What I Think About The Mun: SO FUN to talk to and plot with. Literally had me jumping around in excitement, making squeaky noises. All my muahs are belong to you <3 Also I wanted to highly the fact that I’m a huge goofball and you roll with that and I’ll love you forever for humoring this dork.

Overall Opinion: THAT’S ONE HELLUVA PILOT

Blog Rate: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10/10 would eat here again

[nonconf0rmity-blog]

i heard love is blind --🌹

Four years ago, during Finn’s first trip to Venice Beach, he was standing on the pier, watching a fireworks display with his childhood best friend, when she kissed him. Rey had never hinted at any kind of romantic inclination towards him in the ten years they’d been friends, so it came as quite a shock. Rey had soft lips and dragged away seductively, her face dappled with a phantasmagoria of vivid, living color by the explosions sounding off above them.

“Oh,” she’d said. Not unkindly -- in fact, there was a sort of secret mirth about the way she said it, something unspoken that Finn had spent four years contemplating. The next morning, he’d helped her move into her new dorm room and took her out to lunch. A week later, he went home, and then their friendship was confined to Facebook and FaceTime and Face-Whatever and the subject never came up again.

Until now.

“A date?” he asks. Rey is out of college now, moved into an art deco masterpiece by the seaside. Her e-mail signature has CFO in it. She drives a restored Shelby CSX. She makes Finn’s world feel very small and stagnant and unremarkable, especially when she gives him that Look.

“Yeah. A date. If you’re going to come with me to this charity thing, you’re going to need to bring someone. So I found someone for you.” Rey hands Finn a slip of paper. It’s a reservation for some posh, upscale venue by the shore, which Finn has only ever heard of. La Vitesse. The name conjures up images of roses and crystalware. 

“You’re kidding,” Finn says. “I can’t go to a place like this.”

He goes. 

It’s only half as bad as he’s expecting. From the outside, the building looks like a hole in the wall, like somewhere in his native New York where he’d find cheese-slobbering pizza and leaky garlic knots. The bricks are red, the awnings green. Within, the patrons are arranged in candle-lit couplings around a polished oak stage. In pride of place upon that stage, beneath the heavy velvet curtain, is a wide-set black piano that reflects the flickering light from the audience. The pianist is accompanied by a woman with a smoky voice, who pours her soul out sonically, haunting the room’s acoustics. Finn realizes that his suit doesn’t quite fit across his chest right just as the hostess notices him and waves him over.

“Uh, I have...a reservation,” he says, patting every pocket he can find. “Somewhere. I’m supposed to meet someone.” 

The hostess swipes her iPad, bored. “You have to be seated together then.”

This is awful. Finn takes a spot on the bench and sinks into humiliation. Even if he is waiting for someone, he can hardly look up at the people who enter after him. 

This is already one of the worst days of his life.