#forcebright

[iconaclysm-a]

Rene, you're so cool tbh. I love the fact that you write revamp, and your take on them is so fantastic. the interactions we've had ooc have also been really nice and I think that you're such a cool, kind person and it's really great to see.

im gonna have to post a callout for u being everything good in this world starry, you’ve forced my hand. but seriously fam thank u so much?? icb this?? i love you?? i love your luke?? your writing?? all of it?? you’re lovely k and i’m so happy you’re in the server with everyone and i get to chat with you. also im laughing forever bc rEVAMP

[onlyhopc]

@forcebright replied to your post “@dualsuns replied to your post: ▸▸ [Walks into Space Hooters for a...”

where are your lawful good receipts? I have seen no evidence of that alignment for you tbh.

[mystarsforanempire]

@forcebright

                   “Pray, YOUNG MAN - can you Skywalk?”

[wingresistance-archived]

it's one of those rare, quiet moments when things seem to have settled, if only for a moment. in his hands he clutches two steaming mugs, the sweet aroma of hot chocolate filling the air. the jedi's smile is an offering, seeking to share this moment from one pilot to another, a short reprieve along the hard road they still have ahead of them.

the fight has moved on, at least for today, and the high strung energy has waned, easing into hushed words of comfort and reassurance. poe stands at the edge of it all, looking out the viewports of the tower that lando had graciously provided them to use, staring out at the stars, one hand toying with the chain around his neck. the smell cuts through before anything else, warm and nutty sweet, an enticement of riches that brings back memories of the ranch of yavin. he meets the grin with his own crook of his lips, and gratefully accepts the gift, allowing the ring to fall back onto his chest as his hands are warmed against the cup.

he’s never met fabled jedi master, or at least not in any way that he remembers, perhaps as a toddler at some point. after all, the force tree that thrives in his backyard is from him, a gift to his mother so many moons ago. the cup is brought to his lips for a careful sip, and he is surprised and delighted upon the realization that it’s almost as good as his dad makes it, dark and rich, it slides smoothly down his throat. “ it’s been so long since i had one of these. thank you. ”

[constablegoo]

"The engines are offline and I have no idea when we can get them running again."

[ starry sent memes and so can you .

          “ Oh, I suppose that means we’re stuck here, then? ”     Odo pushed away from the secondary console to make his irritation inescapably clear. The notion of drifting dead in space was, of course, inconvenient at best, but his patience had worn thin going on fourteen hours straight of navigational charting.  “And we’ll be stuck here for the rest of our lives, until you waste away into nothing and I seep through the seams in the hull plating, is that it?”

He turned harshly back to the console.

“How would you like to know that communications are also offline, as are long-range sensors, radiation waveform scanners…” He paused, flipping a switch, squinting at the resulting readings. “Oh, and diagnostics. That’s down now, too! Truly, I am astonished.”

[constablegoo]

"All we need to do is lay low for a while. Slip into a busy spaceport and no one will notice."

[ starry sent memes and so can you .

          Odo scoffed, but it was really more out of doubt than derision, maybe even a little amused.  “You make it sound like it’ll be easy,”  he said, and tilted his head just so – ah. There it was, the marked disdain. And perhaps blending in would once have been as simple as all that, at least for one of them, had he still retained even an ounce of his former shapeshifting ability. The loss of it was still fresh enough, and it had hardly done anything to make him more companionable.

Honestly. How did the solids get by?

The heat of this planet was getting to him, as was the biting, dry air. Some things hadn’t changed. He pulled the thin wrap meant to keep out the worst from the twin suns low over his eyes until that was all that could be seen: two pale, ill-tempered points of i’ve-had-enough glaring out at the world.  “Fine. But on my station, we wouldn’t last a minute in hiding,”  he grumbled, rather unfairly.  “I’ll be more impressed by their lack of security than our skills in laying low for a while, if we make it through this. So. How far to the nearest one?”

Without waiting for so much as a sneeze in reply, Odo stomped off in an arbitrarily-chosen direction, puffs of sand whipped away by the sharp wind with every step.

[bvrningstars]

“ i can’t tell if there’s something wrong or normal with me ”

poetry prompts 

the ground underneath him didn’t even acknowledge his presence, the grass didn’t stir, he made no footsteps in the cool earth as he stood. silent and entirely intangible. and yet, the force moved around him as if he was really there. anakin looked up almost immediately at the sound of his son’s voice. his son. it was still something he had to get used to, that he could just sit and talk to him like this after everything. growing accustomed to his spectral form didn’t come without its complications. including the faint prick of something resembling — in the simplest terms — sadness, at luke’s words. it was an uncomfortable feeling, one he hadn’t often felt until recently. though he hadn’t felt much of anything, as vader, in years. until luke came into his life. anakin didn’t answer immediately, but even as a ghost he retained his default frown that graced his features. ( wrong ? why would there be anything wrong with him ) luke, the one who had so compassionately offered him forgiveness… maybe it was the father in him talking, but he couldn’t imagine seeing a flaw in him. but anakin knew it was never that simple. maybe something had happened. he didn’t try to touch luke — offer a comforting hand on his son’s shoulder — anakin wouldn’t dare. the unfortunate reincarnation wouldn’t let him, but it wasn’t just that. even though he had been redeemed, he carried the guilt of his life around him like a weight. it was the same guilt that pulled his hand back to his side. ( don’t overstep. )  it wasn’t very often he got to talk to luke. at least, not as much as he would like. after everything, he still had that desire for attention, for human contact.

“  nothing is wrong with you.  “ clumsily, anakin tried to provide support.  “  normal is only a point of view,  “ he supplied, and after a moment he offered a faint smile. a playfulness in his blue eyes that was a reminder that anakin was here, not vader, and with him came his personality.  “  after all, i don’t think skywalkers are known for being normal.  “  an attempt at being relaxed, in hopes to alleviate the leftover burning of guilt.

[twentyoneeightysevena]

forcebright replied to your post: “ponchos are out, capes are gucci. i know because...

ponchos are valid

“can you back that up with proof?”