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apologies for the lack of activity!! the lovely @tapalslegacy got me fallen order + jedi survivor since they were on sale, so i've been binging the games while livestreaming it all to @techniiciian 💕 i'm sure ill be back soon with some serious sw inspiration 👀

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━━ ❝ the name's solo. matthew solo. and i take my blue milk shaken, not stirred. ❞

a silly, goofy, fun-time depiction of matt the radar technician. loosely based & inspired by the snl skit star wars: undercover boss & personal headcanons.

indie. semi-selective. 18+. highly canon divergent. est. 2016 // rebooted. 2023 adored & written by aer.

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Better to have loved and lost, huh? I don’t know about that.

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was gonna reblog memes so i decided to dip into my archive — and oml why didn't i realize deactivated blogs can't be reblogged from? why did i decide to hoard everything in my drafts instead of simply reblogging it to my sideblog? 🤡

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#𝚂𝙺𝚈𝚂𝙰𝚄𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁 formerly boundfear ( anakin )           𝙼𝚄𝙻𝚃𝙸-𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴 𝙴𝚄 𝙲𝙰𝙽𝙾𝙽 / 𝙰𝙻𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙽𝙰𝚃𝙴 𝚄𝙽𝙸𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙴 » 𝙰𝙽𝙰𝙺𝙸𝙽 𝚂𝙺𝚈𝚆𝙰𝙻𝙺𝙴𝚁 / ( 𝚂𝚄𝙸𝚃𝙻𝙴𝚂𝚂 ) 𝙳𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙷 𝚅𝙰𝙳𝙴𝚁 𝙻𝚄𝙺𝙴 𝚂𝙺𝚈𝚆𝙰𝙻𝙺𝙴𝚁 / 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝙺𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙴𝚁

            ❝ 𝐈  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃  𝐔𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 ,                        𝐁𝐔𝐓  𝐌𝐘  𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐖  𝐈𝐒  𝑪𝑹𝑶𝑶𝑲𝑬𝑫. ❞

indie , 21+ writer , semi-selective , NOVELLA-PREFERRED / MULTI-PARA ONLY , canon div. / alt. verse / oc / crossover / duplicate friendly , heavily headcanon-developed , EU lore-centric / legends lore-based ( suitless ) darth vader | anakin s. & starkiller | luke s. from star wars.        links.   𝙲𝙰𝚁𝚁𝙳   𝚁𝙴𝙶𝚂   𝙰𝙽𝙰𝙺𝙸𝙽   𝙻𝚄𝙺𝙴   𝙲𝙾𝙳𝙴𝚇       brought to life by vincent.   est. 2015.   updated 2024.

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       ❝KID  ──  i’ve flown from one side of this galaxy to the other.  i’ve seen a lot of strange stuff, but i’ve never seen anything to make me believe there’s one all-powerful force controlling everything.  there’s NO mystical energy field that controls my destiny.  it’s all a lot of simple tricks and NONSENSE.❞

          indie, 18+, semi-sel , para / novella-preferred,            au / oc friendly, & heavily headcanon-developed.              han s. brought to life by vincent.   est. 2012.

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this is a social experiment reblog this if u were rping on tumblr before 2016

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just thinking about how great it is that my muse ( and actor !!! ) canonically hates nazis and spent much of his life directly fighting against them and their lingering ideology xoxo

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hopefully, the democratic party will learn their lesson this year, but i doubt they will. leaning to the right to earn republican voters who'd rather have their stupid orange felon is the stupidest move the democratic party could've pulled—and i say democratic lightly. people don't seem to understand that not everyone in the democratic party is left-leaning. they are filled with centrists, and, famously, centrists in the west, in comparison to europe and the rest of the goddamn world, are just right-wingers. america's republican party is simply the far-right wing.

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gonna be over at @skysaunter tonight 💕 i have so much catching up to do oml anyway, hope y'all are having a great day/night!! :3c

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wait wait i'll be booping on anakin + luke on @skysaunter bc i got all my badges on han 😎 let's boop there!!!

back to aggressively booping everyone i love

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back to aggressively booping everyone i love

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going to the cardiologist today! hope y'all are doing well 💕

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♧ ♧ ♧ ♧ ♧ ♧

♧ ♧ ùwú ♧ ♧

♧ ♧ ♧ ♧ ♧ ♧

why aren't we roleplaying? ♧ - i’m like? so lazy? and haven’t like? replied in like? forever?

               aerielle pls u r on hiatus. we're on break!!!!!

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◇ - Other/idk just wanted to say hi (once im back and re-established its Over for u xoxoxo)

you take ur time!!! some of my threads have been ongoing for 7+ years; i'm the most patient rper ever, okay!!! xoxo

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Why Aren’t We Roleplaying?

Send me a symbol to say why we aren’t making sweet threads together!

● - You seem so busy …

○ - I ship our characters but I’m a little embarrassed about it

□ - I don’t have any thread ideas

■ - I have some ideas, but I’m scared you won’t like them

▲ - I’m not sure how our muses would meet

▼ - I don’t know if you like my muse

▶- I think you don’t like me …

◀- Let’s do an AU!

◆ - I’m really shy so please don’t hurt me …

♧ - I’m like? So lazy? And haven’t like? Replied in like? Forever?

◇ - Other/idk just wanted to say hi

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             𝚂𝚄𝚁𝙿𝚁𝙸𝚂𝙴 ,  𝚂𝚄𝚁𝙿𝚁𝙸𝚂𝙴.  𝙸𝚃  𝚂𝙴𝙴𝙼𝙴𝙳  𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴  𝚆𝙴𝚁𝙴  𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙻𝙻  𝚂𝙾𝙼𝙴  𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶𝚂  𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙽𝙴𝚁  𝙳𝙸𝙳𝙽’𝚃  𝙺𝙽𝙾𝚆.    good.   a promising sign, serving as yet another indication his reputation on coruscant wasn’t as notorious as he’d initially assumed.  not that han had done anything particularly worthy of incarceration recently.  well, nothing too serious by his standards, anyway.

of course, giving someone the runaround was child’s play for a guy like him, irrespective of who they were or the factions they belonged to.  however, not everything worked the same way in the deep core.  the speed at which word traveled across the outer rim was as inconsistent as it was unpredictable.  in the core worlds, information zipped through societies at breakneck speeds, its timing dictated entirely by those with enough credits to grease the wheels of delivery…  on second thought, it didn’t hurt to keep watching his step.

❝yeah, i’ve got one.❞  the hint of pride creeping into his voice was involuntary.  ❝his name’s chewbacca.  you’ve probably seen ’em around.❞   or maybe not.  han had noted early on that turner frequented club kasakar sporadically, usually for a drink or two on alternate evenings, sometimes skipping out altogether, and the club hadn’t become han’s preferred spot for scouting potential clients until after chewie decided to return to kashyyyk for a while.  timing, as always, was everything.

❝big hairy guy, doesn’t say much—unless, y’know, you speak shyriiwook.❞  the captain pulled up one shoulder in a half-shrug, doubling as an acknowledgment of the ever dwindling subset of folks who could communicate with a wookiee these days.  the sad, grim truth was that since the republic’s sudden collapse, wookiees had become a rarer sight.  the empire had gone full genocidal with kashyyyk—enslaving the wookiees, bombarding the hell out of the major cities, then hunting down whatever stragglers attempting to escape as though they were nothing more than seasonal game.  ❝one helluva pilot and engineer.  he’ll fix just about anythin’ you throw at him ’n teach ya a thing ’r two about life while he’s at it,❞ han added, blowing out an amused snort that bespoke of personal experience.

when the processor buzzed—more like rattled—with a series of violent sputters that sounded halfway between “done” and “about to explode,” han slapped it motionless, then reached for one of the bowls, ladling out steaming hot xachibik stew:  thick chunks of meat, some kashyyykian herbs packing serious heat, and spices that hit the spot and lingered, especially after too many days trapped in the frigid, sterile void of hyperspace.  best yet, unlike most kashyyykian cuisine, it didn’t come with the usual risk of melting a human’s internal organs.  han cast a sidelong glance at turner, sizing him up.  he looked like the type who could take a spicy kick to the face without batting an eyelash…  then again, pretty faces were often the most deceptive.

              ❝hope you’ve got a tolerance for hot stuff.  chewbacca made this batch,❞ han said as they settled into the cramped galley table, steaming bowls and mugs between them, and didn’t wait for a response before tucking into his bowl.   ❝so, what’s a guy like you plannin’ to do all the way out on sriluur?  got family out there or somethin’?❞   turner certainly spoke like an outer rim native; his faint accent was a dead giveaway.  but he didn’t carry himself like a native.   not by a long shot.

Clutching onto his supplies and bag, he went over to a bunk and settled to the one furthest from the cockpit and the main entrance. One could never be too safe. Anakin was always cautious and so was Jaxxson. They both had to be. Seven hours was more than he needed to relax before he was back at his homestead and among the familiarity of the heat of the suns. It was hot enough to make anyone go crazy after a while. Skywalker had taken comfort in the memory of Tatooine. Something he never thought he would ever do again. The memory of his mother and coming home to her was always on his mind. Everything then was simple. He had not been an outcast as much as he was now.

He had heard of Solo's reputation before he approached him. Which was exactly why he had come to the bar to search him out. He knew if anyone could get past the Empire it was him.

Sriluur had been a logical choice for him when on the run with younglings in his presence. He had to protect them first and foremost. Now the last of the younglings had left and he was alone. Alone with the thoughts that swore to drive him completely mad. Padme's memory crept to him sometimes. How she died so bravery that day when the Empire came crashing down on everyone. His friends were all but gone. Obi Wan was a distant memory like her.

Getting his clothes together in his pack, he left his belongings there and settled for the scavenger clothes that he wore on Sriluur so he could blend in more easier than the wear he had for Coruscant. Stepping in the refresher, he undressed and toss his clothes to the side, but carefully put his saber he kept hidden on his being aside. He would clean them later. Allowing the water to wash off the dirt and grime, he placed a hand on the shower wall. The heat from the water was enough to relax his muscles that were ever tight from being vigilant this whole time. Once he was cleaned, he dressed, then put his saber in its hiding place and stepped out.

"No, I haven't." He lied as he put his other clothes in his bag quickly. Truth was he had visited the planet where the stew was famous and had it fresh. It was fairly tasty to him and was way better than his dried bread and ration packs he normally had. Saying yes would be dangerous. As a Jedi he had been all over the galaxy. As Jaxxson, he had only been to his home planet and now Coruscant.

"You have a co pilot?" He glanced over his shoulder and then turned to him. Raising a brow, he wasn't certain of another. Han was alone. So where was his partner? That left a question for him as he moved to go to the table to sit and as he did, moving the poncho out of his way, a gesture he couldn't break from him wearing robes as a Jedi.