#✘ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀʟ .「 by yours truly 」

[gunplae]

[letshaikyuu]

imagine. | X is ready to serve, all the stadium holds its breath. Current match is really important, but they're doing their best to keep their cool. Their gaze suddenly stops at you at the stands or rather a situation you're in. SOME ARROGANT BAS-... guy is shamelessy hitting on you - their crush who is obviously feeling uncomfortable and totally unimpressed. Which boys would angerly SLAM THAT BALL to next tomorrow and score a point? In other words: find the X. With love - your ✒️ Anon.

⡠ ᴡʜᴏ ɪɴ ʜᴀɪᴋʏᴜᴜ⠢

⡠ ᴀ/ɴ: I hope you don’t mind me making this into the part of my mini ‘who in hq’ series dear anon! I know I can always count on you for the most amazing ideas, so thank you for everything <3

⡠ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: none!

⡠ ɴᴀᴠɪɢᴀᴛᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴍʟɪꜱᴛ

⡠ ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ ꜰᴏʀᴍ

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⡠ ᴍɪʏᴀ ᴀᴛꜱᴜᴍᴜ 

I think we can all easily agree on this one. This is such an Atsumu thing and it’d be very apparent as to why he did what he did. Now, Atsumu’s serves are killer, to begin with, but everyone would take notice of him evidently glaring at someone in the stands and taking a deep breath before serving and slamming the ball right on the line, on the other side of the court - even his teammates would blink once or twice to figure out what just happened, let alone the other team

He’d definitely approach you after the break to see if you figured out why he channeled his anger through the ball and if that same bastard is still flirting with you, then Atsumu will give him a piece of his mind - without the ball this time <3

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⡠ ᴏɪᴋᴀᴡᴀ ᴛᴏᴏʀᴜ 

To say that Oikawa is pissed would be a total understatement because the guy is fuming. Despite not officially being your boyfriend (still), he doesn’t want others playing catch with his crush and flirting with you when you’re obviously uncomfortable. Oikawa unconsciously gripped at the ball in his hands before looking down at it and smirking. It was then that Oikawa's killer serve became practically impossible to receive. The whole stadium was silent after and Oikawa couldn’t be more pleased with himself

And, yes, Oikawa definitely asks you out the minute he steps off the court and into the hallway, immediately finding you in the large crowd. That guy better not be with you or Oikawa will be delighted to slam something the same way he did with that volleyball heh

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⡠ ᴀᴢᴜᴍᴀɴᴇ ᴀꜱᴀʜɪ 

Now, it would be hard for people to notice when Asahi is pissed because they’ve never really encountered a pissed off Asahi, but his fellow teammates would immediately notice and their gaze would fall on the situation you (aka Asahi’s long-time crush) was in, and none of them were pleased with the situation. Asahi himself would be shocked after his jump serve was impossible to receive, landing harshly on the opposite side of the court. Where tf did that come from?

Asahi goes back to his shy ways when he approaches you afterward, scared he had scared you off or you decided to accept the moves that bastard was making on you. Please tell him that you’d date him because Asahi’s heart can’t take so much stress tbh, he’s such a sweetheart 

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⡠ ꜱᴇᴍɪ ᴇɪᴛᴀ 

His serves are, truly, the only time Semi feels completely free and in complete control, knowing his true talent can shine through them. So, he was pissed at the situation he was currently looking at for numerous reasons, thinking he’d be too preoccupied to ace his serve like he usually did. Jokes on everyone and Semi himself because he slammed that ball into tomorrow and he would have the shittiest grin on his face omg

Poor guy can’t even start talking (and confessing) to you because the rest of his teammates would tease him so much about that serve and how his pent-up frustration finally exploded, jokingly warning you to look out for Semi’s serves next time lol

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⡠ ꜱᴀᴄʜɪʀᴏ ʜɪʀᴜɢᴀᴍɪ

Oh, I feel like he’d definitely know that he’s going to nail the serve because Sachiro loves showing people how bad it is to piss him off, and what better way to do it by showing that bastard just how much a ball that he served could hurt if it were to ‘accidentally’ hit him in the face? And, Sachiro’s gaze, immediately after the service ace, would fall onto the guy’s face, a shit-eating grin plastered on his face. He did well

He’d love for that same guy to be there when he’s confessing to you (jokes on him if you decline tho) because he’d want to see the defeated and scared look on his face when Sachiro glares at him. That guy certainly knows that serve was meant for him

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[kyberphilosopher]

Tʜᴇ Nᴇᴘᴇɴᴛʜᴇ

part ii of ‘the Caim’. 

word count: 4790

.✫*ﾟ･ﾟ｡.★.*｡･ﾟ✫*.  Nepenthe... (n.) one that brings a pleasurable sense of forgetfulness, or the erasing of an unwanted memory.

It felt better than last time, at least. 

No, it wasn’t perfect. Nothing was ever perfect when it came to wartime- least of all emotional well-beings. But you had once been at the lowest of all points, and now you could say otherwise. Now, at least, your emotional state was better than others. Better than comrades, friends, and those who you dearly missed without even being allowed to. 

You had known it was a silly thing to do from the very beginning. For one, it was against the code you had sworn to uphold and heed. You knew the Jedi would never have approved of what you allowed to take place, but the sincerity of it all had admittedly clouded your judgement. Secondly, it was simply ridiculous enough of you for encouraging it to begin with. It was even more ridiculous to continue to cling onto what had happened, all within the confines of a slim, onyx box. 

The parchments were fragile from time, but protected from how well you’d treated them. You’d been sure not to crinkle the pieces anymore than you’d needed to. Even taken extra care in not smearing the ink when your thumbs were rubbing over top of it. With a rather unrealistic fear of the papers turning to dust at the very mention of the air, you rarely took them out to see with your own eyes. 

But what in the wide open galaxy could’ve been so precious, someone would never take them out out of fear of oxygen? 

Treasures from your worst time, of course. From Umbara, when you had been called to fill in for General Kenobi and Skywalker on a month long mission in retaking the shadowy world. It hadn’t taken long for you to lose any notion of spirit to exhaustion. Your body and soul had turned sour with a dull ailment, as if you were dressed in the feeling of dry throat. But, of course, you had been prepared to ride this feeling out until the end of your task. 

And then something had made it far more bearable. First only a little, then a lot. 

No, you were never able to prove it. But you knew. And in return, Rex knew that you knew. Whether he noticed your demeanor and mood or not was irrelevant. What mattered was that the man had taken time out of his rather busy schedule to write you small, but simple, declarations of his admiration for you. It was probably the nicest things anyone had ever done for you, and the Captain had done it purely out of his own golden heart. 

So, that was what you kept in the box. Notes from the man who had touched you deeply, and therefor carried you to the end. 

You hadn’t seen Rex since the second siege of Umbara- the mission you’d been involved with. But that was about five months ago now. You had already returned to your own battalion, returned to your own battles, returned to the people who were already counting on you. You still saw Anakin and Obi-Wan fairly often, even aided the latter in a space battle against Grievous. Other than that, you worked with General Plo Koon in guarding the skies. And all was well.  

You never asked about Rex. Though you desperately wanted to inquire of his health, it would’ve been too off putting for both your colleagues and your own men. After all, nobody knew what had transpired between the two of you. And even then, neither you nor the Captain acknowledged it. So it wasn’t like you had much of a right to any concern for him anyway. You weren’t his lover, or even his friend. You were a superior, and it was not much allowed to act as though there was anything more to it. 

Though as your fingers ghosted over the last slip of paper he had written to you, a certain fondness was hard to deny. 

“ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ᴡᴇ ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ, ɪ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴʏᴡʜᴇʀᴇ. ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴏʀ ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴍʏ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀʟ, ᴍʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ.” How were you just supposed to forget that? Though you supposed that must’ve been the mans intention. He hadn’t wanted you to forget it, even if it was a bit of a distraction to both of your duties.

With a slow exhale from your nose, your thumb strokes the corner of the parchment a final time. Then, you fold the paper back up, stack it up in line with the other pieces, and carefully place them back in the black box. You only have to lean over in your sitting position to place the box under the shelf you call your bed. Once you sit up again, you’re met with the boring gray walls of the inside of a Venator. And without realizing it, the last thing you think of before you lay down for sleep, is how you’d much rather be looking at a certain Captain instead. 

You would get your wish.

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You grip the table in front of you as your ship jolts. Overhead, lights lining the ceilings and walls flash red like sirens. A few of the officers and men around you stumble as well, and you just know a trillion more problems are arising. 

“C’mon Plo...” you urgently hiss under your breath. “Hurry up, please.”

As if on cue, you watch his star-fighter spin outside the bridge window, closely followed by a spray of enemy shots. A low trill from in front of you grabs your attention instead, and you raise your head to meet your fellow Jedi.

“General Y/N?” Anakin inquires importantly. “Are you there?”

Another shake runs through your ship, causing your knuckles to pale from the intensity of holding on. “I’m here,” you answer. “Our forces are overpowered. General Koon won’t be able to hold out for much longer. I suggest we-” another shake of your ship. “I suggest we pull back.”

General Skywalker nods his head firmly, then looks around with darting eyes. “We’re coming out of hyperspace now, General. Whether or not we’ll be in one piece is up for debate, though.”

You raise an eyebrow in question. Your fellow Jedi know your lack of speaking enough to understand that this quirk is encouraging them to explain. “We’ve been... badly damaged. Admiral Yularen is out cold. If we stay on this ship, we’re done for.”

You nod as you get the message. “Understood,” you say, and the hologram disappears. “Open up the hanger and lower rear shields. Prepare for incoming escape pods,” you say to one officer. As he nods his head curtly, you raise your communicator to your lips and turn to the bridge window. “You hear that, Plo?”

“Affirmative,” the Kel Dor answers through blasts. 

“As soon as everyone arrives, I want us in hyperspace,” you say to your Admiral. 

It only took three moments before the giant window you looked out to was painted with blue and white streaks, and then a tunnel of indigo. A slow breath escapes you as anxiety quietly builds inside. Skywalker’s plan went horribly. He’d known the Separatist ships had outgunned you and Plo this time, but he insisted you hold your position. You had attempted to warn him against this, but clearly to no avail. Now you’re down a ship, Yularen, and several men. Not to mention all the shots your own cruiser had taken. 

“Plo,” you say into your communicator, slowly. “Do you read me?”

Silence. 

“Plo?” 

“I’m here.” You exhale in relief at the sound of his voice. “I’ve met General Skywalker in the hanger bay. They have wounded.”

“I’m on my way.”

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“General Y/N!” Anakin exclaims. His notorious smirk is creeping against the edge of his lips, and his hands are outstretched to make his words all the bolder. Despite his warm greeting, clones are being carried away in stretchers all around him, and your once clean bay is now streaked with skid marks. 

“I have to say, this is one of your worse landings,” you tell him once you enter earshot. Unlike the man in front of you, you were not one to shout your half of the conversation from across the room. You nod once to General Plo as he passes you by.

“Yeah, well, I improvised.”

Clearly, you think as you watch a Clone remove his helmet and gasp for air. 

“We lost a whole squadron of men,” Anakin continues. “Yularen was injured while we were out flanked. And Obi-Wan...” Anakin sighs and squares his jaw. “Obi-Wan’s gonna kill me.”

What about Rex? You resist the urge to scream. Instead, you say, “I can cover you for this one.”

“No,” the man says quickly. He folds his arms somewhat bitterly, though you know it’s not directed towards you. “No. It’s my mistake.”

You’ve barely opened your mouth before someone else steals your attention again. Behind you, a distorted voice rings clear and true. “General Skywalker,” it calls, and your heart gives a great pound, even though you’ve heard the voice over a thousand times today.

You shift your body so you’re half facing the voice. You watch a trooper in blue marked armor march up to where you and your comrade stand. Helmet scarred with tally marks... Blasters on both hips... The appearance only confirmed what you had already known. 

Coming closer, Rex lifts his hands and removes his helmet from his head, revealing his face. 

Maker, had he always looked like this? Or was this a trick of your brain from a new addiction to him?

Bleached hair cut close to his head, striking features and golden eyes. Angular as ever, but symmetrical nonetheless. You hadn’t really experienced attraction much in your life. The Jedi code kept barred you from it, and you hadn’t much of a desire to really seek it out. But you had spent so much time wondering about the man that when you saw him again, even after all this time, you knew at once that not only was Rex attractive, but you were attracted to him. 

“Ah, Rex,” Skywalker says in turn. “Good to see you’re in one piece. I was just about to mention you to our host here.”

You watch the Clones pupils dilate as he bites the inside of his right cheek. Although you’re feeling the same amount of both excitement and anxiety as he is, his discomfort means more to you. In a quick but meaningful attempt to quell his rather put-on-the-spot feelings, you speak first. 

“Captain,” you say steadily. “I’m glad to see you well.”

What a poor thing to say. Could you truly not have thought of anything better to say to the man?

“How are the men?” Anakin asks from beside you, nearly making you jump. You’d momentarily forgotten where you were, and the fact that other people just so happened to exist. 

Rex dips his head. You can see the weight of stress against his shoulders, and a darkening shadow within his eyes. In the pit of your own stomach, a prick of guilt and empathy sparks. Is this how he had felt seeing you in such a state? Had it truly felt this jarring?

“They’re... heavily injured,” the Captain answers. A thumb rubs against the side of his helmet like a ghost, just over the tally marks. “We’re still counting the casualties.”

“If you’d like to help your men...” Anakin trails off. 

Rex snaps back to attention, his voice as clear and strong as any soldier. “I would. Will you be alright without me?”

“Rex,” Anakin assures with a lighthearted smile. “We’ll be fine. I’ll contact you if we need anything.”

Rex is sure not to make eye contact with you again as he goes. He silently questions Skywalker a few seconds longer with his large, amber eyes. Then he puts his helmet back over his face, turns around in uniform fashion, and heads to assist Kix in the corner. 

You knew how dedicated of a man he was before. He had his conflict, but he always put it aside for the greater good of those around him, meaning he was selfless as well. Rex remained hardworking and level headed, which didn’t surprise you much, but still. He impressed you with how he walked and talked and treated other people, you being one of them. Focused, diligent... there was so many things you could say about him. All of them flattering. Instead, you muttered:

“He always was a good man.”

“Well he hasn’t changed much since you saw him,” Skywalker elaborates. “I was hoping to promote him to Commander this year, but I doubt it will happen now.”

Your eyebrows furrow slightly as you turn back to your fellow Jedi. It’s a silent question of ‘why? what makes you say that?’.

Anakin takes a small step forward, which allows you to inhale his scent. It’s an intimate act, though not in a sexual nor romantic way. It’s an intimate act of secrecy, and you’re sure to give him your full attention in the coming moments. 

“Rex tends to... self deprecate.”

Your first instinct is to be somewhat offended on the clone Captain’s behalf. But your mind is quick to quiet this instinct, giving way to the logical answer. 

Skywalker isn’t wrong. Though his phrasing may not be the most accurate, it gets the point across. Rex does self deprecate. He shares the loss with everyone as if it were his own. As if he were responsible for the failure or wrongdoing whether he really was or not. And, sadly, most of the time he’s not. But he’ll never see it that way. 

The Captain considered all the men lost on this mission his fault. Anakin could offer Rex the position of Commander all he wants, but the clone would never accept after a mission like this. 

You turn back towards his direction. Rex crouches down next to his medic friend, occasionally nodding his head solemnly. Even now, in a state that tugs on the edges of your heart, he looks pretty. 

“How long do you expect to stay?” you ask with focused eyes. 

“I don’t know,” the Skywalker says with a sigh. “But you don’t mind if my men stay here while me and Obi-Wan do some recon, right?”

“No,” you answer slowly, the idea solidifying as you watch the Clone push himself to his feet. “Stay as long as you need.”

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You wrote it out carefully. The grip around the pen was tight and secure, and the letters that bled from it were tiny and neat. In an age where holopads ruled the galaxy, you’d almost forgotten what your handwriting was like. It was nice to remember. 

Writing was simple. It was more peaceful than holding a lightsaber, and you didn’t destroy anything through your hands movements. When the letters appeared at your will, you could imagine a life where they did this all the time. A life on the countryside maybe, or the beach. You’d heard Scarif was beautiful often. Maybe there?

The feeling of sullen peace doesn’t last long. As soon as you finish your statement, you’re back to being a Jedi knight. It saddens you in it’s own way, but you tell yourself it’s for the best, as you usually did. Then, you read your gift over in your head.

ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴍᴀɴ.

It didn’t seem like it was enough, so you flipped the parchment over to the other side and wrote more. 

ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙʟᴀᴍᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ꜰᴏʀ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ.

And you meant what you had written, too. Rex, like any other Clone, didn’t deserve the guilt that war brought. He didn’t deserve the weight of the galaxy on his shoulders, but he had to bear it anyway. Maybe your little words with alleviate some of it for him, just as it had for you. 

I slip the paper between the folds of your robes. At nightfall, you creep into the darkness, a messenger of your own terms. 

You knew that Rex had received and read your offering. The moment yours eyes met, it was done for. 

You weren’t going to act out. Your face didn’t change in the slightest. Rex’s, however, has shifted his eyes into a widened state, and his lips are parted as he realizes what you have done. Whatever doubts he had about it were now quelled, for at first he had assumed it was a simply a kind soldier. 

Instead it was you, the Jedi he had thought about every day since first sight. 

Slowly, you raise your breakfast bread to your lips. Your teeth break through the little cloud of dough, savoring the dry taste. Rex seems to be paralyzed on the other side of the room. He doesn’t even seem to recognize that he’s in public, in a sea of clones and officers who would be able to read the look on his face if they squint enough. 

You hold the man’s stare for a few seconds longer. Then you turn away, just in time to catch Plo and Anakin approaching you. 

“General,” Anakin greets. You bow your head in recognition. 

“We received a transmission from General Kenobi and Windu this morning,” Plo booms. “They’re on their way to support us best they can, but they estimate they won’t be here for the next three days.”

Three days. You have three days to calm Rex’s nerves. 

You swallow down your bite of bread before you respond. “Any news of the enemy?”

“None so far.”

“We should send out scouts in all directions,” Anakin steps forward. “We have to locate Grievous before he escapes again.”

“He could’ve already jumped into hyperspace by now,” you urge. “Unlike him, we may not have that fuel. Not until Obi-Wan gets here.”

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Rex found the second note that evening. 

He’d already struggled to push the first from his mind, but now his head felt like it was filling with clouds. What should he have focused on? Your lingering scent on the cards? The cleanliness of your handwriting? The fact that it was from you? For him? Maker, he hadn’t even said thirty sentences to you, and he was already drunk with love. 

Not infatuation. Not lust. Love. 

With a shaky hand, the soldier purses his lips. He bends over in his blue painted armor. He feels the paper against the fingertips of his gloves. At once, he feels you too. He can’t turn it over fast enough. 

ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴍᴇᴀɴꜱ, ᴄᴀᴘᴛᴀɪɴ. ᴀɴꜱᴡᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ʜᴏɴᴇꜱᴛʟʏ- ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ᴀʟʀɪɢʜᴛ? ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ.

Rex’s throat dries fast. The light in his ambers eyes resembles the embers of a fire, alive and awake with the spark of a promise. But the man knows there may be more, and he turns the parchment to the other side, nearly giving himself a paper slice. 

ɪ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴅᴏ, ʀᴇx.

It’s you. This confirms it. 

You’ve addressed him by name now. You’ve made it solid with the motion of your wrist and the ink of a pen. So how does Rex respond? Confront you directly? No. You’re his superior. Rex isn’t even fully sure he’d have the courage to do that yet. Lead his men into battle? Any day, no problem. Speak to you, with your piercing eyes and your analytical mind? His tongue would tie itself before he’d be able to get any words out. 

Should he write a letter in return? That’s not how this works. Rex remembers he’s out of paper at the moment anyway. He can’t talk to Anakin about it without getting you in trouble. Confiding in his brothers would’ve only led to frustration, lame advice, and court marshals. That’s not an option. 

The only other path is simple: no confrontation at all. Rex rides out the wave of your words until you split paths again. You disappear to do whatever it is Jedi do, and the Captain is forced back into having to find ways to inquire about your wellbeing to Anakin without seeming unnatural. 

But that doesn’t totally seem like an option either. 

Unknown to the man, you sit on security cameras. You watch as he stands outside the doorway of his barracks, clutching the note close to his chest, before you head to your sleep. 

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Rex is happier the next morning. 

His broad chest is puffed out further than before. It’s not noticeable for most people, but it’s noticeable for anyone who’s memorized the walk and posture of their lover. The same goes for the corners of his lips, which aren’t as dragged downwards as usual. His eyes are bright from a well rest. 

He is physically healthy. You can only hope his head is beginning to follow suit. 

You write him one note, which is read before lunch time. A simple:

ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜱᴍɪʟᴇ ᴍᴀᴋᴇꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ɢʟᴏᴡ.

Which you could swear resulted in softer expressions on his part throughout the day. No smiles. The atmosphere was too grim and crowded for a full, cheery curve. It’s a bit of a shame, because you meant your words. The thought alone of Rex grinning in sheer joy is enough to make you want to grin too. Still, you understand. Disappointment and understanding tend to go well together. 

After overseeing some construction, you receive a cut along your palm. It is sharp and deep, and the crimson blood seeps into the crevices of your fingers. Despite the stinging, you offer little outside reaction. You are quick to carry yourself to the infirmary. 

Rex leaves the infirmary at the same time. 

You tell yourself you won’t turn to look at him. But then you hear him speak “General, are you alright?” and you abandon your internal swear. 

The promise of seeing his face is too tempting. You turn smoothly, meeting his eyes. “Yes,” you tell him, as if nothing ever existed between the two of you. “I’m alright.” Then your brows crease together. “Are you?”

Rex takes a split second to respond. He is distracted, trapped in his own thoughts thanks to you. “Oh- yes, General. I was just, ah, visiting Jesse. Some friends of mine were injured in the crash, sir.”

Your gaze softens considerably. Your next lines come out without thinking, but they flow as freely as a stream regardless. “You always were a kind man.”

Which isn’t a bad thing to say to anyone, by any means. But in relation to you and him, it feels like a big step. The words sound like something that should’ve been kept in between the folds of paper, and left by the side of a door. 

Both Rex and yourself tense up at the exact same time. Eyes widen, shoulders square. 

But Rex is true to his nature. “And you always had quite the way with words, General,” he says. The end of his sentence is capped with a clipped up smirk, and a charismatic glint in his eyes that is too raw to be untruthful. 

So the Captain finds another letter addressed to him that day, right before bed. 

ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴏʀ ᴄᴀʀɪɴɢ.

And on the other side, 

ɪ'ᴅ ɢɪᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀʟᴀxʏ.

.✫*ﾟ･ﾟ｡.★.*｡･ﾟ✫*.

And then it’s the last day that you’ll be together. The day you’d been dreading. The day you’d been putting off. 

You hadn’t meant to get so attached. It goes against your training, your code, everything you’ve sacrificed yourself for. But you’re too far in now. You are absolutely star struck, invested, and trapped in a rabbit hole created by Rex himself. Not that you blame him. You’re glad for it. You could be happy like this. 

You don’t want to lose him. Therefore, a line of thinking pops into your intelligent little brain. It wouldn’t solve all the problems. In fact, it would probably create more. But it would be binding. It would be official. You could escape. 

You wanted to. You wanted to go forward with your line of thinking. But Maker, it was a leap. Would it be worth it?

Yes. If you had to answer now, the answer would be yes. 

An entire section of your brain was dedicated to mulling it over the entirety of the day. Even as you commanded your troops, signaling and training and clutching the end of the holotable with your bandaged fingers, about seventeen percent of your brain power was stuck on the future. 

The answer was reached at the very last moment. 

As Obi-Wan emerged from hyperspace, along with several fighters, your mind went blank. And then the blankness washed away, and all you could feel was the simplicity of a crackling fire, the waves on a beach, and the promise of safety. You imagine yourself writing every day with pen and paper, creating whimsical works for yourself and your lover. There is nothing but peace. No war, nor responsibilities. Only the beach, the parchment, and Rex. 

Rex. 

.✫*ﾟ･ﾟ｡.★.*｡･ﾟ✫*.

Your lover already received what he had assumed would be the last letter from you. He’d seen it in the morning. It was simple and sweet, and while it didn’t do much to soothe himself from the thought of parting from you, it had made him feel warm inside. 

ɪ ᴡɪꜱʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇꜱᴛ. ɪ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ'ᴠᴇ ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ, ꜱᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ.

So you can imagine the way his dark eyebrows knit together at the sight of another. 

Perhaps it was an accident. The Captain had been returning to his quarters to gather whatever belongings he’d left inside before transferring over to Obi-Wan’s cruiser with General Skywalker. No. That was a ridiculous thing to think. You were simply immune to making mistakes. 

Rex bends over. Again, his black gloved hand stretches out and clasps the parchment up. He is always careful with it, as to not crinkle the memories and sentiment wrapped within. Like you, he is sure to keep everything you send to him in either a box or an envelope for future reference. 

Your last note is not a statement. It is not a compliment to be taken at face value. It is a question, a proposal. It is a leap of faith. 

You got your answer the next morning. Before loading himself onto the transport, your Captain is sure to meet your eyes. You step forward with one foot, searching for any signs. And for the first few seconds you are concerned that he has answered with a simple ‘no’, but then you realize that he is simply teasing. Something you’d have to get used to, it seems. 

Rex gives you a smile. A soft one, but a sincere one. His right hand reaches up, and pats against his armor, right over his heart. He does this one, two, three times, before slipping his handsome face inside his helmet, and disappearing behind the visor. 

.✫*ﾟ･ﾟ｡.★.*｡･ﾟ✫*.

You are married on Obi-Wan’s cruiser. General Koon sends you over the next day to obtain information in person instead of holograms for fear of bugs and spies. And, yes, you were true to your mission. 

But where no one could see you, you met Rex in a humid hallway. The lights were dimmed and near glowing red, but the area was totally cleared out. Neither clone, nor Jedi disturbed the lovers, whose shadows were looking into each others eyes.

Rex has your hands in his. They are rough, and a reminder of how you observed them and thought he had stood out at first sight. He still has the scar on his palm, though this time you have your own to match it. This time, you also match in terms of jewelry, for both of your left ring fingers are tethered by simple, silver bands. 

The kiss that sealed the idea was chaste at first. You hadn’t known what to do, though it hadn’t taken you long to through that thought to the wind. Kissing Rex felt good, even if you had nothing to compare it to. It was the kiss you had been waiting for, and the tongue prodding at your lips had only confirmed your suspicions that Rex was an adventurous man. 

And so, in the hallway where the lovers met, all was well. 

At least until Order Sixty-Six came. 

.✫*ﾟ･ﾟ｡.★.*｡･ﾟ✫*.

finally. 

might edit though, but i always say i’ll do that and then don’t. 

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[geminiloopholedarchived]

𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐋𝐢𝐳𝐳𝐢𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧?

Lizzie gets it into her head that she is TRULY fine. She doesn’t need this medication, that she suddenly was cured or maybe doctors got her illness wrong. It isn’t just “She doesn’t like how it made her feel” it is part of it by NOT the whole reason she gets this bright idea that going off her medication is the smart thing to do. She truly will believe she is fine because she feels stable and not walking a thin line between manic and depression. She feels almost normal (whatever normal is) and because of that it is easy to get an idea such as I don’t need to take this medication that I am given. Does this mean that she doesn’t have the hate for how the medication makes her feel? No, she might hate how it makes her feel but that isn’t the only reason she would decide to go off it.

It is dangerous and with any medication that you go off you should do it slowly not just one day up and stop taking your medication. Slowly reduce the dosage of the medication while under the guidance of a psychiatrist.

I do not know the withdrawal symptoms of the medications Lizzie would be taking since there are more than just one medication that can be taken but I will use my own experience from withdrawal if writing mentions of this. Intense angry, high amounts of anxiety, reckless decisions, throwing things (I once threw a fork in the sink going off medication with no care that it could have hit me in the face at how hard I was throwing it in the sink). 

I doubt I will ever write Lizzie in manic or depressive episodes but there is a lot of references and if you are playing family members it would be easier to know how I write this so your character can reference it as family would know how she acts if you are a parent, sister, or even best friend.

So this is hard to explain without dipping into my own experience with medications. Just recently I found out that if you get it in your head that you are “cured”, “healthy” “suddenly fine” or “don’t need” your medication it is a symptom.I was asked if I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder when I expressed that I had these thoughts.

ɪ ᴀᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ ᴘsʏᴄʜɪᴀᴛʀɪsᴛ, ɪ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴅᴇɢʀᴇᴇ ɪɴ ᴘsʏᴄʜᴏʟᴏɢʏ ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴅᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜɪs ᴅɪsᴏʀᴅᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴏғ ᴘsʏᴄʜᴏʟᴏɢʏ ɪɴ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀʟ.       

[sassy-skyler-rose-blog]

my oc skyler rose(hit me up if you would like to rp)

About Note The changes I made to skyler was not only to further develop skyler's character in figured I'd try something new for 2018

Side noteSkyler has been in delovpment since December 27th of 2016 and thanks to all my amazing Roleplay buddies and friends she's gone from just a name to a character I'm proud of thank you guys

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{skyler rose }

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«wounds may heal, but the scars will remain with you forever »

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ɪ - General

ɪɪ - Appearance

ɪɪɪ - Goals + Preferences

ɪᴠ - Allegiances

ᴠɪ - Personality

ᴠɪɪ - History

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ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀʟ

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☆ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ☆

➵ skyler rose

☆ ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ/ᴀʟɪᴀs ☆

➵ sky, little lamb,

☆ ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ☆

ɪɴᴅᴇɴᴛɪғɪᴇs ➵ female

ʙɪᴏʟᴏɢɪᴄᴀʟ ➵ female

☆ sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ ☆

ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄ ➵ straight

sᴇxᴜᴀʟ ➵ straight

☆ ᴀɢᴇ ☆

ʟᴏᴏᴋs ➵ 15

ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟ ➵ 20

started training to hunt vampires ➵ 15

☆ sᴘᴇᴄɪᴇs ☆

➵ human with elemental magic (the last of her kind)

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« I spent so much time wishing someone would come and save me then I realized I had to be strong and save my self because no one else was going to »

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ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ

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☆ ʀᴀᴄᴇ ☆

ᴇᴛʜɴɪᴄɪᴛʏ ➵ white

ɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ ➵ American

☆ ʜᴀɪʀ ☆

ᴄᴏʟᴏᴜʀ ➵ was originally black but was dyed white to symbolize the change from helpless prey to vampire hunting predator

ᴛʜɪᴄᴋɴᴇss ➵ thick

ʟᴇɴɢᴛʜ ➵ short

☆ sᴋɪɴ ☆

ᴄᴏʟᴏᴜʀ ➵ porcelain

sᴄᴀʀs ➵ bite marks up and down her arms and neck from being a blood bag

☆ ᴇʏᴇs ☆

ᴄᴏʟᴏᴜʀ ➵ pale blue

sʜᴀᴘᴇ ➵ oval

sɪᴢᴇ ➵ medium sized

☆ ʙᴏᴅʏ ☆

ᴛʏᴘᴇ ➵small, and lean

ᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛ ➵ 70 pounds

ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ ➵ 5'2

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«"That's what you think, there's nothing you can do to me that i haven't had done to me before " »

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ɢᴏᴀʟs + ᴘʀᴇғᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇs

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☆ ɢᴏᴀʟs/ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍs ☆

➵ to save as many lives as possible and to find happiness once more in starting a family of her own without having to worry about losing them to a nuther vampire attack.

☆ ʟɪᴋᴇs ☆

➵helping others in any way possible, because she knows all to well what it's like to be helpless.

➵ writing she feels it helps her express her self and further put all events of her tragic passed to rest.

➵ sparing because she feels it helps her take out all the anger she feels inside

☆ ᴅɪsʟɪᴋᴇs ☆

➵ talking about her past,because it's something that is still difficult for her even after four years of working through it

➵ having to retreat from a battle And getting chased while doing so it makes her feel like weak prey.

➵ seeing others get hurt

☆ ғᴇᴀʀs ☆

➵ failing in her lives mission in saving innocent human children from vampires, becoming prey once more,the dark, being alone

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« that vampire wanted to make his prey, so I kicked his ass »

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ᴀғғɪʟɪᴀᴛɪᴏɴs

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☆ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ☆

ɴᴀᴍᴇ ➵ Sarah rose

ᴀʟɪᴠᴇ ᴏʀ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ➵ dead

ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ ➵ skyler and her mother were very close and skyler could tell her pretty much anything

☆ ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ☆

ɴᴀᴍᴇ ➵James rose

ᴀʟɪᴠᴇ ᴏʀ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ➵unknown

ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ ➵ skyler and her father's relationship was strained because he wasn't around much when skyler was growing up and when he was home he often compared skyler to katherine telling her she needed to be strong like her to survive in the real world

☆ sɪʙʟɪɴɢs ☆

ɴᴀᴍᴇ ➵ katherine

ᴀʟɪᴠᴇ ᴏʀ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ➵ dead

ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ ➵ complicated to put it simply one moment they were fighting and the other they loved each other, they fought mostly because katherine held skyler to a higher standard then other people demanding only the best from her

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☆ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs ☆

ɴᴀᴍᴇ ➵ faith Anderson

status ᴀʟɪᴠᴇ

name: dylan jones

status unknown

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ɴᴀᴍᴇ ➵ Victoria clare

ᴀʟɪᴠᴇ ᴏʀ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ➵ undead

☆ mentor ☆

(ᴡʜᴏ ᴛrained ʏᴏᴜ)

ɴᴀᴍᴇ ➵ Jaden

ᴀʟɪᴠᴇ ᴏʀ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ➵ alive

ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ ➵

☆ ᴘᴇᴛ/ғᴀᴍɪʟɪᴀʀ ☆

ɴᴀᴍᴇ ➵ ethan

sᴘᴇᴄɪᴇs ➵vampire

ᴀʟɪᴠᴇ ᴏʀ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ➵ undead

ᴘᴀsᴛ ᴏʀ ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ ➵ current

☆ ɢʀᴏᴜᴘ/s ☆

➵ the midnight hunters

☆ ᴊᴏʙ/s ☆

➵ vampire huntress

☆ ʜᴏᴍᴇ ☆

➵ none she jumps to from place to place hunting vampires and trying not to be caught the wolf brothers or her former ferid bathory

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« how does it feel to know you just got your ass handed to you by your dinner »

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ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ

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ᴏᴠᴇʀᴀʟʟ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ as a normal kid

before skyler was aware of the existence of vampires, she was trouble maker who often snuck out of the house at night to reck havic with her best friend faith.so it was almost impossible to get her out of bed in the morning so she often missed the buss and if she did manage to get her to school on time she would sneak out the back door after the first period with her best friend faith and they would spend the whole day in the woods behind the school.besides being a trouble maker skyler was over all was kind and caring always going out of her way to help her mother in anyway she could even if it ment stealing.

☆ ᴏᴠᴇʀᴀʟʟ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ as a vampires pet☆

after being taken in by ferid bathory, skyler fell into a depressed state often times blaming her self for the death of her entire family because she some how believed she could have prevented it.thanks to ferids mind games she also at one point believed that she deserved everything she got, however despite all this she stayed determined never full submitting to his will eventually realising she had to save her self

☆ ᴏᴠᴇʀᴀʟʟ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ vampire Hunter ☆

after four years of intense training skyler grown into a confident vampire huntress who has become known for her bravery and ruthless.she often times was seen as stoic and cold because she was tough from the very beginning to take vampire hunting very seriously because if she didn't she would die and all her hard work would be for nothing. She still struggles with the loss of her family and hates talking about it with others and can sometimes lose control of her powers and go insane if she pushes her self to hard but if you can get past that tough exterior of hers she still as caring and loveable as she was in the beginning

☆ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴛʀᴀɪᴛs ☆

➵ dependable if she promises something she will come through no matter what

➵ patient it takes alot to truly piss skyler off but if you do I'll I have to say is look out your in for one hell of a fight

➵ caring she loves looking out for others and keeping them safe

☆ ɴᴇᴜᴛʀᴀʟ ᴛʀᴀɪᴛs ☆

➵ stubborn when her mind is set on something it's almost impossible to change it

➵ sassy she has a big mouth and isn't afraid to speak her mind

➵ protective she will risk her live to make sure those around her are safe

☆ ʙᴀᴅ ᴛʀᴀɪᴛs ☆

➵ paranoid she is often afraid some is out to get her, or that she will lose a nuther person she cares about,or more likely something is gonna go wrong.

➵ stand of ish she oftentimes has trouble trusting others

➵ cold she for the part shows no mercy to those who try to harm her. Or people she cares about

☆ ʜᴀʙɪᴛs ☆

➵ bites her nails, forgets to bring weapons to a battle,messing up other people's hair

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« I maybe a hunter now but I'm still me »

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ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ

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Skyler’s life took a turn for the worst, the day she witnessed her sister’s murder. At the hands of her supposed boyfriend Austin Wolf (whom never really loved Skyler, he was just toying with her for information about her mother's whereabouts so he could destroy the rose family once and for all. Also to make his hunt more entertaining.)

In raged like never before Skyler decided to strike back at Austin, and avenge her older sister’s death. Skyler of course couldn't complete such an impossible task alone, so against her better judgement she inquired help from her uncle Blade (an arrogant ammeter vampire hunter, with a short temper) They spent whole evenings carefully plotting the downfall of the wolf brothers, when Skyler finally came to her senses she started having doubts and questions if she really want to go through with it worried about the outcome if their plan failed. With some effort Blade somehow managed to put all Skyler’s fears to rest, somehow managing to convince her they could win all she needed was a little faith.

Unfortunately for Skyler, Blade’s arrogance and therefore lack of information on vampires was to be their downfall. Austin’s well informed younger Nolan wolf quickly learned of their plans, through nameless informants whom had been observing Skyler’s every move since her sister’s murder had occurred and was quick to put his own plans in place. Nolan ambushed Skyler and Blade while they were taking a midnight stroll through town, wanting to get Skyler alone Nolan snuck up behind Blade swiftly snapping his neck before he knew what happened. He took a moment to clear his throat drawing Skyler’s attention to him, before she could scream he had her pinned down onto the pavement enjoying the fact that she was at his mercy.

Nolan decided rather than take Skyler to his brothers like Austin had ordered him to, he decided to toy with her a  little bit then kill her.  After all Why should Austin be the only one to who gets to have all the fun it just wasn't fair to Nolan that is, so he sunk his razor sharp fangs into her neck listing to her cry for someone to come and save her as he drank her hot sweet rare blood. Just when things seemed bleak for Skyler, her feisty best friend faith sprang into action to save her. Faith gave Nolan a good in the back of the head with her baseball bat, foolishly thinking it would knock him out. Unfortunately   for Faith this was not the case, it just pissed him off, he dropped Skyler on the pavement quick wiping around to face the pink haired troublemaker who laughed in his face taking off running

Hoping the hot headed vampire would give chase, which he did without a second thought now wanting faith’s blood on his hands for ruining his meal. While this was going on Skyler’s other best friend Dylan came and

picked Skyler up off the ruff cracked pavement which now  was stained with her blood carrying her back to her house wedding style .Making small talk of the great adventures  they had together as children and all the trouble they had caused, along the way. To keep her awake because he figured she was probably a bit sluggish and fatigued from the shock of yet another death in her family not to mention the blood loss she had suffered at the hands

of Nolan wolf. When they reached the house, Sarah rose was waiting for them

on the front porch looking beyond frantic. Almost as if she already knew, what

had happened without any explanation from Skyler or Dylan,

practically out of nowhere Sarah rushed forward taking her daughter from Dylan’s

arms insisting that she could take it from here and Dylan needed to get as far

away from the house as humanly possible. Of course, Dylan being himself

protested refusing to leave his childhood best friend and the women whom had been like a second mother alone to fend off all manner of beast; however, Sarah ignored him rushing her daughter inside without another word leaving Dylan alone to his thoughts on the porch.

          Once inside Sarah gently laid her groggy daughter on her bed, frantically packing their things insisting they leave town immediately and that Skyler was their last hope refusing to let the wolf brother get her too. After Sarah had finished packing, she helped Skyler to her feet ready to make her escape like she had done eighteen years earlier with her oldest daughter Katherine whom had been but a newborn infant at the time. Unfortunately, for Sarah this time she would not be so lucky, just as Skyler and Sarah reached the bottom of the stairs their front door shattered into a million pieces like a thin sheet of glass.In its wake stood three smug hybrids, Sarah wa quick to react pushing her daughter behind  her with fists clenched at her sides looking rather dangerous she was ready to protect her daughter with her life.

Austin decide to distract her by making a grand speech full of empty threats and jabs, And while he was doing so riley slipped behind her at inhuman speed grabbing skyler by her shoulders and forcing her to what watch sarah struggle to fight both Austin and Nolan. Thought sarah gave her all it wasn't enough to save her from a slow and painful death,of course Riley didn't want to miss out on all the fun so he foolishly let go of skyler rushing to join his brothers. Skyler Got light headed collapsed on the hardwood floor luckily for her a blue haired of women in a shiney crimson cloak came and peeled her off the floor(note skyler sees faith laying limply blood and beaten with Dylan by her side on the pavement outside assumes they're both dead , victoria leaves  her alone in the middle forbidden forest hoping she would be safe there, however the forbidden forest was a place of many mysteries and dangers, will skylar be able to escape it before it's too late or die trying.

 she ended up running into a clever vampire by the name of ferid bathory he her gave her two choices �� become his pet or he would make her into his meal. She unwilling became his pet and still is to this day hoping praying that someone will come and save her.

After several months of physical and emotional torture soul came to her rescue, taking her back to his own mansion conforming her and trying to no only restore her self confidence, but her heath she was very thin and filthy at first because ferid often didn't take care of her like he should have.when she was healthy enough she insisted that she wanted to go off and train with Jaden to become a vampire Hunter no longer wanting to be prey and save people from suffering the same ordeal . Soul reluctantly agreed to let her go.the night before she left Ferid came to her in her dreams and told her that she only had four years to get stronger then he'd come for her

So the next morning she went off with Jaden into his world to begin her training,though Jadan was hyper and a little strange at times. His training methods were effective,on of the things he taught her was rather then use brute force on Enemies she needed to use her wits and out smart them first and also that vampire hunting was very seriously business if she played around she'd end up dead.so after for years intense training she grew up into a ruthless and clever vampire Hunter, returned home to face what ever came her way next.

Theme songs

"Save Yourself" by Claire De Lune (feat. in "Mad Max: Fury Road" Trailer) [OFFICIAL]

"Not Alone" Lyrics - RED - Until We Have Faces

Shattered lyrics

The Light Behind Your Eyes

Adam Lambert - Runnin (lyrics)

Breaking Benjamin - I Will Not Bow (Lyrics)

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PENCIL !! mobile sucks i can't paste it >:(

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[sorry for yet another art post but this was a bus doodle that looked better in my head ,,,,,dbsjsbhssn ]

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[ hey again, good news! I just need one more assignment left to be officially done with this semester!! (Ihadlike5missingassignmentsbigpain) but i did it!! After the 20th i should be free to come and write again ! I will be working on my art & commissions as well :0 but im so excited to dust off jinx once again later this month :3c i hope everyone has a fantastic day and ttyl! Till then <3 ]

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