#tapalslegacy

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I am sending positivity to @fatuislegacy & @tapalslegacy seeing their work on the dash and how hard they work on threads with other rpers within the community is inspiring. They are always willing to collaborate with others to make ships of all kinds work. They are always open to communicating based on their rules. They stand out within their respective fandom spaces that attract so many other rpers, you can't help but follow them and want to be involved in the world they are building and the world they are creating with others, mainly when it comes to OCs. They are a safe space, and I'm very grateful that we are mutuals.

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random starter | kalmiya atlas-kestis & cal kestis of @tapalslegacy

𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐎𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐊𝐀𝐋𝐌𝐈𝐘𝐀 𝐀𝐓𝐋𝐀𝐒-𝐊𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐈𝐃. With her busy schedule, rekindling her romance with Cal, sometimes she forgot that BD-1 was there. However, she had a day off from recording voice lines for an up-and-coming novel where she'd be the female protagonist for a romance series, so there she was, curled on the couch holding BD-1 as if he were a baby. 

Ever since she was introduced to BD-1 all those years ago, Kalmiya fell head over heels for him; she could even argue her love for the robot was on par with Cal's if not more. She adored the little sounds he made, the way he'd chirp whenever Cal would enter the room. Kalmiya did everything she could to make sure BD-1 was comfortable and that the living space was up to standard. In a way, Kalmiya viewed BD-1 as her own child, despite having never made him. And in a funny way, BD-1 made her want to have kids of her own. However, she was always worried about what Cal might have thought of the idea. They had just made up (in more ways than one), and here she was, cradling a robot⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ to make up for the absence of a child of her own. 

Her palms ran over the smooth metal and then traced the outline of his design with her fingertips. ❝ Do you think Cal would give me a child if I asked? ❞ Kalmiya mumbled softly; she wasn't sure if BD-1 was even listening to her at this point, but she liked talking to him as if he was. ❝ I think you could use a brother, or maybe a little sister. That just means you'll have to take care of them, like how my aunt and uncle took care of my mother. You'll have to be gentle at first, but I'm sure you'll grow to love them if Cal and I ever decide to have them. ❞

The idea of BD-1 being chased by a perfect combination of Cal and herself brought a smile to her face as she decided to lay down with BD-1 in her arms. ❝ I guess we should take a nap before Cal comes home; hopefully, he brings dinner. I don't feel like cooking tonight. ❞

[adrenalineknight]

@tapalslegacy comming in! -> ❛ will you read my eulogy ? ❜ ━ the way i choked seeing this omg. ft. grand inquisitor. surprise me! [ heaven, iowa ]

Twelfth Brother startles at the question, squinting at the Grand Inquisitor for a long moment. Even through his mask and visor, he's sure his baffled staring is obvious. This... has to be a test, somehow. He isn't sure how, or what game Grand is playing here, but that is the only thing that makes sense to him.

Surely, Grand is not suggesting that he plans to die soon, that he's writing a eulogy in preparation for the inevitable. The thought is strangely disquieting in a way that Twelfth Brother doesn't want to examine closer. Perhaps he's simply shocked by a moment of (apparent) vulnerability from the other, or still waiting for what kind of test this will reveal itself to be.

(Or perhaps the idea of a galaxy without the Grand Inquisitor is something Twelfth Brother can't bear to think about.)

Finally, Twelfth Brother remembers himself and averts his gaze, biting his tongue and pushing away the questions churning in his brain. "Your... eulogy, Grand Inquisitor?" he grounds out. Through the vocoder in his mask, it comes out like an angry growl, as it always does. "... You summoned me to read a... eulogy."

Maybe this is a show of power, Twelfth Brother realizes somewhat belatedly. Meant to mock him by flaunting Grand's importance compared to him. Is that it?

Kark it. Fuck it all to hell. Whatever game this is, Twelfth Brother refuses to play if Grand isn't going to give him any of the fucking pieces.

"Why," he says. It's too flat to be a question.

[stargone]

[vuulpecula]

✖ @tapalslegacy starter.

"Filth," the cloaked man spat. Leaving flecks of blood on the white of the Grand Inquisitor's uniform. This was his town, everyone within it, they belonged to him. "You are nothing but the Empire's dog," he growled, their sabers meeting again in an earth-shattering blow. "They should have culled you with all the others." He sprang backward, putting distance between him and his formidable opponent.

Movement caught his attention from the corner of his eye, and he turned his scarred face slowly in the direction of it. Watching as the Grand Inquisitor's companion helped usher people inside. A mother and a child. The fool haded them her blaster and he grinned. The wind whipped at her hair, pulling the strands in the same way he pulled on the Force. Using it to aid him as he sprang away in the direction of Fox. He might not be able to neutralize his attacker, but he could at least take a life from him. He had tried at the beginning, going for the weaker of the two, but the Grand Inquisitor had met him swiftly blade for blade and his focus had shifted.

Fox, doing her best to keep the innocent town's people from ending up in the crossfire, paused to gather her breath. They should have all been safe now, safe from the Jedi who had held them captive, had controlled them--and she had thought the Empire was bad. She had faith that Cal could handle himself, that he would be able to disbatch their target quickly--it was why her focus was elsewhere.

Turning at the buzz of a saber, she reacted on instinct, ducking and rolling as the Jedi swung his saber in a move that was surely meant to take her head. She scrambled up, grabbing for a secondary gun at her ankle, trying to get closer to the protection the Grand Inquisitor could offer. There was a pull at her ankle, a sensation like a hand wrapping around the bone, forcefully pulling until she was falling, mouth full of dirt. Then the dragging as their target began to howl.

"Cal!" She never called him by his name, although she knew it. This was perhaps the first--and the last-- time it would ever surface on her lips.

[skysaunter]

vaderkin: i can only imagine dr sinclair's (the family therapist) interactions:

sinclair: pls answer these very basic questions anakin: no sinclair: but— anakin: no sinclair: anakin: sinclair: anakin: sinclair: answering these questions will help me help cal. anakin: sinclair: anakin: what do you want to know. sinclair: what do you do for a living? anakin: *leaves the room*

@tapalslegacy: LEAVES THE ROOM @techniiciian: HAAAHAHHAHAAHHHHHAHAHHHHAHAHAHHHA AM FYCKING WHEEZING ANAKIN JUST FUCKING LEAVES

[brittlefcrged]

@tapalslegacy <3

[sacredpyre]

“The silence between us was charged, a live wire I was all too eager to grasp.” grumpyxsunshine

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