#wwann alpha

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drew the galaxy’s most poutingest bastard man

[more in the reblogs!]

i know its meant to look aloof and intimidating or whatever but like look at him. That’s a pout

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finished the alt version of this that you can see without turning your screen’s brightness to 110%

fic.

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what we are not now’s a team, after a fashion

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Snippet Sunday

“There’s precedent, if we consider the sacking of Kuar in Indomitable’s reign, and Hammerborn’s plans for Naboo, and of course Vindicated had the...” She trailed off, head tilted, staring off into the space between them. Mereel shifted, opened his mouth to respond, and her attention sharpened. “There can be no argument that the governmental structure in place is worth keeping.”

Her hand splayed flat on the table, pressed hard enough that the tips of her fingers, visible through transparent nails, turned pale with lack of circulation. “Once the Elders are killed or broken, make Melidaan part of Mandalorian space. It’s already right on the spur of it. There are Crusader ruins in the outer asteroid conglomerate.” 

Mereel shook his helm. “We’d be justified, no doubt about it, but the stakes are too high to be hasty. Death Watch will take it as my stance weakening, while the New Mandalorians will take it as proof that the Haat’ade and Kyr’tsad are the same. The Republic, too, would call it slaughter, and they would be right.”

The armorer barked a single harsh laugh, tossed her head to momentarily bare her throat for that extra bite of derision. Goading. “What was your contract on Korda VI if not a slaughter? A hired one, contractual, and one your forces did not fulfill, since something more important came to the fore. But still a slaughter.”

In the blink of an eye she’d drawn her hammer to stretch across the table to just touch Mereel’s iron heart. Alpha knew that tone of voice. He braced the balls of his feet that much more firmly on the floor, just in case.

“Here then is your contract, Mand’alor the Headhunter; I speak as the elder sister to the leader of unified Melidaan, and I say you will take this world in the name of its Young. This waste planet may fall but its children shall not die for your fear of being thought a conqueror.”

fic.

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WIP Word Wednesday

@ficwip’s word this week is “teeth” and we have plenty of those in Worship The Ashes! Time travel means all sorts of fun and interesting things to argue about <3

He needed to make her listen.

He rose to the challenge as he always had, slamming his open hand down on the tabletop. Their caf spilled. One flame guttered out.

“War is coming, and it tears the galaxy apart. Worlds fall, trillions die, the Jedi are slaughtered. The Republic needs an Army, or the droids will burn it all. My brothers are the best there have ever been. They stood when the Mandalorians crumbled, and we need them.”

The armorer’s paired fangs glinted wetly in the dark. 

“We are not the Republic, straining to hold its own bloated carcass together. We are Mandalorian, and we will not raise children to the slaughter, Alpha Seventeen,” she hissed his designation as if it were a clanname, “because we have care for our hearts. This is the Way.” Infrasound had his lungs quavering in his chest, and he could feel the arrhythmic flow of blood in his veins. Fear was not the same thing as awareness. Adrenaline prickled at his fingertips.

“This is the Way, but you forget that I am not Mandalorian.” Dealing with non-humans often meant adopting a body language they could understand. To that end, Alpha bared his teeth back, flat and blunt and no less forceful for it. “I have no heart, and you have no fucking clue what’s coming. You’re dead by the time war breaks, armorer, and the Mandalorians with you.” His idle imaginings of her thrashing the Cuy’val Dar, of her leading them, were less idle now. 

They could change it.

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i will not apologize for becoming your local Alpha-17 station this is in fact my true and final form

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WIP Word Wednesday

The word for this week is “soft” so here, have a very not-very-soft scene between a couple of not-very-soft characters!

Entirely too comfortable, he somehow managed to pull a sleemo lean against her doorway without actually looking like a sleemo. He seemed unaffected by her glare. “Springing that on you is a shit move as a vod.” 

“You’re lecturing me on friendship? You?” She laughed, vicious, and knew she would regret it in the morning. She still couldn’t resist twisting the knife. “When you’ve got friends of your own that aren’t back with fucking Death Watch, maybe I’ll take that under advisement.” 

He ignored the barb, and she was pushed beyond mere irritation. “I’ve known you for hours, Arlanov’la,” and she knew that was a dig at her friends’ use of her shortened name, but didn’t feel enough like ‘Arlanov’la’ to care, she wanted to bite him, “and even I can tell you don’t like to be blindsided with shit like this.” 

“Does anyone? That hardly signifies. It’s already done, leave it.” 

“It’s done and forgotten, which is why you’re in here, now, about to do some impulsive shit to your vambrace. Not a very calm and measured response there, armorer, can’t say I’m impressed.” 

“You want to shut the fuck up, Alpha, or am I going to have to do it for you?” Her teeth hadn’t distended, but venom coated her gums. She tongued her soft palette to ease the pressure, let it reabsorb.

Her visitor watched her jaws work with dark, unyielding eyes. 

“When you can threaten me and have it mean something, you’ll have earned it. Make it be for better reasons than having been jilted.”

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