#scriptorus

[kyberled-a]

scriptorus replied to your post “If Cody curses sometimes, can I get away with it, too?”

hora says YES

Hora is his new favourite adult.

[alderaanheir]

i had 2 jump on my laptop to format this shit so ! scriptorus, under the definite assumption that ur going thru my blog ( & my friends’ ), here’s a lil psa for u ! there’s nothing wrong with being selective. there’s nothing wrong with exclusives. there’s nothing wrong with having what ur calling “cliques.” they always have been & always will be a thing. if u really have a problem with other people happily rping with their friends, take a long fuckin look at urself, dude.

[vipxrofshili-a-blog]

ok so i have a question, has shaak ever had any cadets call her 'mom' before? how would she react if they called her mom?

Baby clones have most definitely called Shaak mom. Because of Shaak being from a very social species, one that will literally die without physical contact, she snuggles the tiny cadets. Like, baby and toddler sized cadets. So they probably grow up with a sense that she is a maternal figure, especially when it comes to her defending their humanity to the Kaminoans. The bounty hunters probably just, squint at her, when their new batch of little cadets run to hug their ‘mama’.

[kyberled-a]

drabble keyword: home

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Braig had had a home before this. He knew this only because he’d been told so, just like everyone else. He had been born somewhere else, with ‘parents’ (a concept he only sort-of understands, but doesn’t want to ask about), but they gave him to the New Home - to the Order. That was the only ‘home’ he remembered. The nursery, with the transparisteel cribs and the droids puttering around with the staff and so many other children of all different species speaking jumbled first words in a multitude of languages. This was the only home he had ever known, though he had made many excursions out into the halls in search of his preferred company. The nursery was his home, and, though he had been told he would move on, he knew he would never find another one like it.

When he became an Initiate, he had thought himself correct; the small, shared dorm he’d been moved to wasn’t much of a home. It wasn’t bad, of course, and it was nice to have the increased privacy, but it was just a bed. He didn’t spend much time there, was too preoccupied with lessons and training and trying to find a master to bother spending time sitting in his room all day, and so did not consider it his home. Besides, he had access to the whole Temple, now! Why restrict himself to just one room?

… Okay, so, maybe it wasn’t the whole Temple (he wasn’t sure anyone had ever been to the whole Temple, not even Master Yoda), but it was way more than he’d been allowed to explore, before! He wasn’t sure which part of it was the most ‘home’ right now, but he was sure he’d think of one, eventually, but for now, he’d worry about the more important things: Becoming a proper Jedi.

When he became a padawan, he’d thought he’d found his home, once and for all. Of course, he’d always had the feeling that his home would lie with his master, and the Force seemed to be rewarding his patience with the chance to learn from his chosen guardian, and to stay in the Temple, to become a proper Jedi. Perched comfortably on one of the meditation cushions in Obi-Wan’s chambers, his mentor on a similar cushion at his side, Braig let his eyes rest closed, simply taking in the peace of meditation. He was surrounded by the peaceful calm of the Force, the security of the Temple, the familiar presence of his mentor. He thought to himself that this was where he belonged. The entire universe seemed to have conspired to put him right there, in that very spot. There was nowhere else he’d rather be. He peeked one eye open to peer at his mentor, though the light of the afternoon was bright enough to sting, after having his eyes closed for so long.

“Maintain your focus, padawan,” Obi-Wan said, without opening his eyes or even inclining his head in Braig’s direction.

“Yes, master,” Braig says, closing his eyes and settling once again. He hoped things would go on like this forever.

Of course, all that was good must come to an end, especially for a Jedi.

His home was gone.

Everything smelled like smoke, and death, and burning metal and sweat and ozone, and he couldn’t feel anything in the Force except death, and pain, so much of it all at once and everything was so loud and so bright and so heavy but he didn’t want to leave, couldn’t leave, not when they needed him, when everyone was–!

And there were hands on his arms, even as he tried to pull away, he didn’t want to go! And then he was on a ship and he didn’t remember getting there, and then they were gone, and so was his home. 

It was many months, maybe a year or more, he wasn’t sure, before he was able to feel relaxed, really relaxed, again. He wasn’t sure what had caused that change to come about. Perhaps it was the support that had come from where he’d least expected it, perhaps it was simply the passing of time. He sighed, shifting slightly in the silence. Soft breath ruffled his hair as his partner dozed, but he himself remained awake. He glanced up as best he could without moving, noted the faint curve of the bounty hunter’s jaw in the darkness of the sleeping ship. The Force had long since quieted, though it still felt hollow. The Jedi were gone.

The Temple was gone.

But, he mused to himself, settling comfortably against Boba’s chest, letting the steady thrum of his heartbeat drown out the loneliness, 

that didn’t mean Braig couldn’t have a new home.

[kyberled-a]

six word short story from boba abt. braig; "I'm so glad I met him"

; send me a six word story describing my muse.

Oh.

[alderaanheir]

https://i.gyazo.com/f8460e1e067ec97620b821913691aa9f.png oh apparently this vague is abt me as well ! thank u @scriptorus

[kyberled-a]

talk about braig's Gathering experience.

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Okay, so, I wrote a drabble about this a while back [here it is] but I never wrote about it, from an OOC perspective, so I’ll do that here.

The Gathering, for Braig, was both an amazing experience that was something he was really excited for, and utterly terrified about. It’s a huge deal for younglings - their admission to Initiate-hood, a coming-of-age, and the second test a child must pass in order to become a Jedi (The first, I’d argue, is being born with enough Force to be brought to the Order). It’s the first step to making their lightsaber, which is the symbol of a real Jedi. He’d been training alongside other kids his age for– I don’t even know how long the kids train for the Gathering. A while, I’m sure. So, he had plenty of time to get ready, but plenty of time to get nervous, too.

On top of that, if you fail, there are no second chances. ‘Do or do not’, after all. If you fail, you’re done. Do not pass go, do not collect 200 credits. You never get to be a Jedi. I imagine they’d probably get told that at some point. Even if not, it seems pretty heavily implied.

It helped, a bit, for him to be with people he knew already, but there’s only so much reassurance that will give you. And when they were on the ship, though I didn’t include this in the fic, another thing Rodi and I wrote out was papa Obi giving li’l Braig a pep-talk before they got all bundled up to head out into the blizzard, and this was the first time he heard it explicitly stated that there were no do-overs. But, Obi did recount the story of his own Gathering, which gave Braig the idea of following the Force to find his way out. He felt a lot better after that chat, but getting to the temple on Ilum and seeing the ice already freezing over the door before they even went in, and being told that, if he didn’t make it out, he would be left there for a full rotation, pretty much crushed his enthusiasm right then and there. He was pretty damn nervous, I’ll admit. But, he was even more afraid of the idea of not being a Jedi. That would mean losing everything he ever knew, and that is not something he was not really cool with.

The whole experience of actually getting the crystal(s) was really difficult for him, and he legitimately thought he was going to die. Facing your own mortality when you’re seven or eight years old is scary, especially when you don’t really understand the concept of death. I mean, don’t get me wrong, he absolutely knew what ‘dying’ meant, but he didn’t really understand it. But, yes, there were absolutely a few times he thought he was never going to get out of those tunnels. By the end of his journey, he was tired, sore, scratched, filthy, and had the beginnings of frostbite, but he was just happy to have his crystals, and have secured his place in the Order. He was a bit nervous as to what would happen to his crystals, since he found two, and he wasn’t entirely sure if he could keep them both. 

The end of the trip, which I also didn’t include, but Rodi and I wrote, saw Obi giving Braig his scarf, setting him up with a cup of tea, and making sure kiddo was warming up. It made him feel a lot better. 

At the end of the day, once it was explained to him and he’d rested up, he was pretty excited to get to build his lightsaber and move up in the Order’s hierarchy with his friends. 

All’s well, right?

[kyberled-a]

does braig use any different colored ink in his journal? or doodle?

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He does, actually! His journal is less a traditional sort of ‘diary’ and more of a mish-mash of tally-mark lists, such as ‘Times Obi-Wan Flirted With The Enemy (STOP)’, and it’s sorted into little boxes to keep track of who has been flirted with - There’s a box labelled ‘Ventress’ filled with ticks (the page across from it, labelled ‘Surprise, It’s Ventress’, has just as many ticks), one labelled ‘Grievous’ with a few uncertain marks and question marks, one labelled ‘Dooku’ with the word ‘NO’ written in all caps, bolded, and underlined, ‘Geonosian Queen’ with a small sad face, ‘Other’ with a few marks, and ‘the Literal Incarnation of the Light Side of the Force’ with ‘Gramps, we need to talk’. - another page labelled ‘Times Anakin Probably Should Have Died But Didn’t’, ‘Ahsoka Saves The Day’, and other such lighthearted pages, as well as more serious ones like ‘Battles I’ve Survived’, though this one has shaky, unsteady lines, since he tends to tick those off right after the battle ends. It’s almost therapeutic, in a sense - a way to say ‘look, I actually made it’. Sometimes, if he’s feeling really discouraged on a mission, or in general, he flips to that page and just sort of goes, look, I made it this far, I can keep going for a while longer’ and tries his best to steel himself for the coming battles. It also has lists, like ‘planets I’ve been to’, ‘planets I want to visit’, ‘languages I’ve learned’, ‘languages I want to learn’, ‘weird things Gramps has eaten to avoid offending the locals’, etc. There are also a bunch of pages of notes from lessons and lectures he’s heard, books he’s read, even rough line-of-action sketches of older knights doing forms - he’s not necessarily a phenomenal artist, but he’s figured out how to get gestures down, mostly due to practise/trial-and-error. On top of that, there are blueprints and designs for his sabers and any changes he might have wanted to make. There are also more typical journal entries, records of his thoughts and experiences… The entire book is basically organised chaos made manifest. Braig knows how to find everything and it does help him organise his thoughts, but he’d probably be asked to re-order the contents if he ever wanted to submit it to the Temple Archives.

And to answer your question, each page is covered, margins and all, with all sorts of scribbles, doodles, and additional notes. Paragraphs are peppered with underlined phrases, circled potions, arrows connecting circles to underlines, like to like, separate excerpts or quotes to each other, bits scratched out, comments written in free space, all that good stuff. On the saber designs, he scratches out bits that don’t work out, makes notes as to why they didn’t or where they failed in the dojo-oriented test runs, circles around parts he wants to change, but isn’t sure how yet - or just to highlight parts for whatever reason; The ticked-off pages (lmfao) have quotes or notes to explain what the ticks are for, like ‘Cody punched a droid’s head off’ on the ‘Cody Was Awesome’ page or “Kenobi, you almost look surprised to see me!” (Note: we were not.)’ on the ‘Surprise, It’s Ventress’ page. The one absolutely covered in writing is a page tucked into the back cover of the book, in a notch he got in the leather, titled ‘Reasons I Have The Best Mentor Ever’. It’s filled, front to back, margins and all, with ticks, quotes, notes about things like tea varieties and ceremonies, languages, lessons and corrections he got, random little things Obi did - just something Braig keeps track of. He thinks it’s too sentimental for a Jedi, but it’s something nice to look at when he’s feeling horrible so he can cheer up, but he wouldn’t really tell anyone about it it’s kind of really personal and again he thinks it’s not a Jedi-ish thing. … And if this sounds cute just remember Rodi and I have had it so the only times Obi ever found out about it were after Braig’s untimely death, usually when Braig was a young padawan. Again, when I said Rodi and I don’t let our boys be happy, I was was serious. 

He has a small collection of pens which he sort of hoards in his room or his robes, since actual writing utensils seem like they’d be pretty hard to come across. Not impossible, but difficult. As of right now, he has one (1) rather nice fountain pen he spent a long time saving up for, that writes in dark green ink - kind of a pine, if we’re being specific. This is one is pretty special to him, and he doesn’t take it on missions with him. He uses it for titling pages, or actual diary/journal entries, since he doesn’t really want to waste the ink - inkwells are even harder to find than actual pens. He also has two (2) cheaper pens, the sort you can buy in bulk at Staples or whatnot. One is a pen with a cap that’s a little nibbled on and writes in bright red ink, and the other is a click-pen that writes in black. He’ll take these on missions, or even let other people borrow them, as long as he can trust them to be returned. He has one other pen, as well, given to him by Nihrik as a Lifeday present - It’s roughly 20 000 years old, carved of bone, and engraved with an ancient Chaulean script that Reyvahl translated to say ‘the pen is mightier than the sword’. It writes with gravity, and its ink is reportedly ‘A deep crimson colour disconcertingly close to blood’. He doesn’t take this one out of his room, aside from the one time he brought it to Reyvahl for language lessons. He uses this one similarly to the fountain pen, only for titling and journal entries. Since he doesn’t take it out of his room, most of the entries written in dark red are either recounts of his days in the Temple, recounts of missions he’s just gotten back from, or dreams he’d just woken up to. Menial things like that. Sometimes, he’ll use the red bone pen to edit the green fountain pen’s writing, and vice versa; Or just write in paragraph-style notes, here and there - he doesn’t use the fountain pen or bone pen for idle doodling. In fact, because both pens require precision to use, unlike his cheaper set, he uses these to refine or clean up the lines of his saber designs. He’ll use the cheap ones for anything and take them anywhere, but the more expensive ones, the ones that would be difficult or impossible to replace, he is more careful.

The doodles in his book can be anything, but some general themes include small lightsabers, flowers, spirals, the Jedi Order logo, the Republic logo, little stars and/or planets, letters/words/etc in languages he’s learning, anything like that. Sometimes, he’ll scribble droids, little attempts at star ships, but those are a bit more difficult, and he doesn’t like flying. Piloting isn’t his strong suit. Typically, it’ll be those things I mentioned before, but he also draws/doodles things he sees. So, if he was scribbling on Kamino, he might scribble a Kaminoan, or some fish or whatever, or might scribble a rough lil mountain range if on Alderaan, etc etc. Usually, it’s either to help him concentrate or paradoxically because he spaced out, though he does use more complex sketches (eg blueprints) or entries to calm himself down after bad nights. It’s kind of therapeutic.