#Greezy money baby

[thefadingechoes]

Hah!

greez is never letting cal off the hook

[marinersubmariner]

Greez's braids appreciation post

[plo-koons-favorite-padawan]

To me, everything about Jedi: Fallen Order is perfect. I will elaborate on this at a later time

[breakfastteatime]

I love how in the Fallen Order cover art Greez is aiming a blaster that he literally never holds or uses in the actual game.

[whirlybirbs]

;   ---   SHATTERED HILT   /   01

summary: ru’kali survives order 66. cal kestis does, too. while cal spends his days on bracca, stripping starships for parts, ru spends her days earning her protection from the empire in the fighting pits on ordo eris; both do what it takes to survive. but, when a wayward quest and a plethora of owed debts lead cal kestis straight back to his fellow padawan -- a once shy girl turned raging fire -- the pit fighter is left with a choice: leave, or spend the rest of her life a pawn in a game much bigger than her. pairing: cal kestis / original female character, ru’kali lof word count: 2k a/n: i cannot remember the last time i wrote something that wasn’t a reader-insert, and i’m not sure how this will do -- feedback is genuinely appreciated on this, since i know i’m mostly a reader writer! everyone loved ru from her intro to my clone trooper squad, which you can read here! 

Ru’kali Lof startles awake to the sound of three loud, rough bangs on the door to her quarters. 

She wonders bitterly, as she blinks up at the ceiling, if she can just ignore the sound. With any luck, they’ll leave her alone and Ru can go back to bed --

Then, the knocks come again. Louder and faster. 

“Rise ‘n’ shine, sweetheart!”

Ru snarls.

Beneath the durasteel door, she can see the long shadow of someone shifting back and forth in their boots -- immediately, the Mirialan, as she stands and throws herself to the door, knows it’s Atticus. The sheer bombastic chaos that follows the bounty hunter swims through the force to greet her before she even opens the door.

When she does, he’s got an arm on the doorframe and he’s leering. 

Atticus Rex isn’t much to look at, nor is he kind nor smart, but he’s muscle -- his head is shaved in a tight buzz, littered with scars, and his muzzled grin is picked clean with a toothpick that hangs from his lips. 

He smells like day-old ale and sweat.

“Where y’ been, Ru?”

It leaks out of him like a jab. She has to restrain the snarl that threatens to leap across her face. Her attitude is sharp and wants to go straight for the Haxion Brood Lieutenant’s throat. 

“Asleep,” she bites, crossing her arms and cocking a hip as she goes to hit the switch and shut the door, “Do you mind?”

Atticus snorts, hand planted on the frame and forcing the door to stay open. 

Ru leans back, peering into her room, to eye the chronometer hanging on the wall. The digits read 1038 -- it’s late, and she’d finally fallen asleep after she’d managed to quiet down the usual roaring river in her mind. Not an easy task. 

"Get dressed,” the Bounty Hunter chirps, “S’ fight night, sunshine.”

--

Fight nights were common.

But, fight nights were Ru fought? Those were rare -- and though she’s sure Sorc Tormo would put her in the ring every night if he could, she’s also aware that to the Umbaran crime-lord she’s an asset. A big asset. A big, money-making asset that draws a big crowd and big bets.

Huge bets.

(The exact kind of bets that got Greez Dritus into this mess in the first place, and by proxy his new-found friend.)

Ordo Eris, on fight nights, becomes more like a city than the cold, lonely, terrible astroid colony it really is. The space station fills with scoundrels and thugs from all across the galaxy who traverse the rocky space around the arena’s hub to get a spot around the ring -- Ru eyes the growing crowd, nearly every attendee with credits in hand, as the lift carries her upwards to the top level of the arena’s loge.

Beside her Atticus flicks the smoldering bud of his deathstick down the shaft.

Speaking of Sorc Tormo, the sleaze ball greets Ru’kali with wide open arms and a devious grin. 

“Ah! My prized warrior princess!”

Ru cross her arms and swaggers forward -- the small rope of lucky beads tied to her sash tinkers as she does, knocking against the chromium smelted hilt of one of her two sabers. One is hers from when she was a Padawan. The other is a recent build and it’s temperamental. Using a stolen, mined kyber crystal is to blame, no doubt.

Master Yoda was right -- the crystals are supposed to pick the Jedi. 

Atticus meanders along behind you. Skulking as per usual.

Ru looks out past the arena to the screens bolted up along the pit. Pale blue eyes narrow tightly, the deep scar over her right eye warping slightly as she does. The broadcast is in the lower levels. Some idiot running around on the walls. Plugging wires in. 

A show, for sure.

Ru raise a brow.

“What’s all this about?” she asks, turning to eye Sorc Tormo.

The Umbaran man is eccentric, to say the least. His facial hair runs right down his chin in one fine line, green in color. That same green, punchy and vomit-reminiscent, echoes in his Canto Bight-esque outfit. Large, pompous sleeves and pants that are three sizes too tight. All green. 

He looks like seventy kliks of bad road, honestly. 

Hell, everyone on Ordo Eris does. 

Ru’kali is no exception -- she’s rougher than she was when she first arrived here. Littered in scars and bitter. The years of pit fighting have settled in her stance and though she’s athletic, she’s a rogue brawler with enough crackling, dangerous rage to power an entire Star Destroyer.

Fighting takes the edge off. Makes her feel less afraid. 

“Well,” the lone, pale fingers of the Umbaran curl around Ru’kali’s pale pink shoulders, nails drumming against the diamond shaped markings there, “I am glad you asked, my dear. We have a special contender for you --”

“Cut to the chase, Tormo.”

The egg shaped head of the Umbaran rolls as he steps away, waving off Ru’s evident irritation; the crime-lord gestures to the screen. “He’s friends with someone who owes me a lotta money. He was carrying this around --”

His fingers snap twice.

“Atticus --”

Ru’kali was not expecting Atticus Rex to procure, from the back of his belt, a lightsaber.

And she certainly wasn’t expecting him to hand it to Tormo and for the Umbaran to ignite it, presenting a glimmering yellow blade. 

The Mirialan’s face falls -- anger bubbles up there, warping the navy tattooed features of her face as she steps forward and yanks the hilt from the hands of the crime-lord.

Her lips twitches.

“What?” she sneers vengefully, “Did he pull this from a corpse, then?”

She has seen another Jedi’s saber three times now in this station. Once on the belt of a traveler who’d laughed in her face and waved the blue thing around, proudly proclaiming they’d bought it off clone trooper for drinking money. The second time, on a bounty hunter -- he’d murdered a Jedi Knight for Imperial credits, kept the blade though. The third, was now. 

Ru could only assume the weapon to be another stolen relic, a ground-in-the-dirt memory of her life before Ordo Eris. This contender probably had no idea how to use it, let alone the life this saber had before now.

A laxidasical wave. “Maybe. Don’t care. But! My sweet, sweet, Jedi -- I want you to kill him. Seeing two saber swordsmen dueling... Goodness, me oh my, that will certainly bring in the money, won’t it, Atticus?”

“Sure will.”

And it does.

--

Cal Kestis is having a pretty shit day.

Not that he’d ever say so -- no, because, sure, it might be terrible and he might be navigating some wild underground dungeon maze, but Cal has BD-1 back on his shoulder and that’s all that matters. 

He’s got a mission, he’s got BD-1, and despite being a little sore, he’s good. All good. Everything’s good. Totally good. 

As he rides the lift to the upper levels of this... place... Cal wonders if he’s gonna eat that sentiment.

The first thing he hears is the chants -- raucous roars of a large crowd. Before him lays a large square space, illuminated by stark spotlights and swarmed with drone droids, each with blinking red lights on their helms to show their recording status. 

It becomes abundantly clear to Cal that he’s suddenly in the spotlight. And, that the itching feeling that he was being watched was correct. 

The redheaded Jedi steps out from under the bay, suddenly exposed to the bright light of the arena. 

Around him on the upper decks are hundreds of people, all clamoring to get a view of him -- the large screens on the sides of the loge show him squinting, raising a hand and grimacing into the light. 

BD-1 gives a worried boowoop. 

“I got a bad feeling about this too, lil’ buddy.”

Suddenly, a holo-projection fizzles in before Cal -- large and tall and to the excitement of the crowd. The man’s appearance is met with a rise in cheers, rolling off the voices of the spectators with thirst for action. 

Sorc Tormo laughs.

“Ah, finally he arrives!” 

The projection waves wildly, spinning about, and Cal watches carefully as this eccentric ego-maniac waves his hand with a grandiose flourishes as he speaks. 

“We had action on how long it would take for you to get here!”

Yeah, well, BD-1 was kinda his priority.

Irritation bites at Cal’s features. The Jedi scowls. His stance is tense.

“And who are you?” Cal calls out, voice rising over the roar of the crowd.

“Ha ha ha! Who am I? I’m Sorc Tormo, baby! I’m the boss of this operation!”

The crowd goes wild at that, whoops and hollers serenading the arena to the tune of the crimelord’s name. A television drone swoops close to Cal’s head and the Jedi side-steps it with a disgusted look on his face. 

“Right,” Cal snarks, “Is that supposed to mean something to me?”

“Maybe not you, but to your friend Greezy Four-arms it does! You’ve got him to thank for gettin’ you into this pickle!”

Of course. 

Cere had made a comment off-hand about the pilot’s penchant for gambling -- not that Cal was any stranger to the concept. Back on Bracca, Prauf had muscled Cal into tagging along to a few card games here and there. And though the redhead never partook in wagering his entire week’s pay on precious metals, Prauf had once or twice. On those nights that Prauf lost -- because he always lost -- there was nothing that could lift the Abednedo’s mood. 

Not even a signature Cal Kestis smile 'n’ pat on the back. 

Cal could use one of those right about now. 

“Yeah, well, once I’m finished with you, I will thank Greez,” it comes out just as cocky as it feels -- and maybe Cal shouldn’t had tried the attitude. 

Either way, when this Sorc Tormo guy laughs and waves his hand, proclaiming, “No, no, my friend, you won’t be fighting me...”

Suddenly, the air becomes electric.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” the crime-lord turns on a heel, gesturing to the crowd with the all the practiced cool of an entertainer, “Our lovely little guest will be going head to head with our favorite...”

There’s a crescendo of excitement. Cal notices an uptick on the counter on the broadcast screens -- he realize, quickly, that they’re bets and currently, someone named Fropolo’f is betting the most money against him. Real confidence booster that is. 

“Someone get baby his toy! He’s gonna need it!”

His lightsaber is launched from the loge, and the Jedi catches it quickly, igniting it on instinct as his skin crawls in anticipation. The redhead looks around, eyes cast on the crowds of smugglers and thugs lining the balcony.

The wide angle shot of fear on his face is painted across the rumbling arena’s screens.

Before Cal can bite in a retort, the echo of boots on durasteel begins -- coordinated and rhythmic. Boom... boom... boom... boom, boom, boom.

“You know her well -- a pure whirlwind of rage! She’s pink, she’s tatted, she’s daaaaaaaangerous!” 

Boom-boom-boom. Boom-boom-boom.

BD makes a nervous boo-weeeeeeeep as the pace picks up. Cal swallows, gloved fist tightening nervously around the hilt of his glowing, golden blade. Green eyes dart around the square expanse of the arena, trying to get a gauge on where this opponent might appear from --

“Give it up for our girl...”

Boomboomboom, boomboomboom. 

“RUUUUUUUU’KALLLLI!”

The roar is deafening. 

Suddenly, the paneling in the floor separates, and from it emerges --

“...Ru?”

Ru’kali Lof is suddenly staring face-to-face with a ghost.

Her stance, wide-set with double blades humming in a hot white, seems to crack when she finally sees the face of her opponent.

She’s a handful of meters away but she’d know that flash of red hair anywhere.

Cal Kestis.

Cal fucking Kestis.

Oh, this is bad. 

This is really bad. 

[fanonical]

let roxie eat pizza

hi i rly want pizza tonight but i dont have any money so if i get enough money for a pizza (which isn’t much bc i have a half-price coupon) i’ll release embarrassing pictures of me as a child/baby (or other similar blackmail material such as, if it still exists on the internet, my serious ratchet & clank/calvin and hobbes crossover fic from deviantart when i was like 12)

i totally have enough food at home, so if i dont get enough money, i wont have to skip eating or anything!! dont worry im just really cravin a big ol greezy slice!! i will also donate any extra money gained from this to trans folks’ transition funds too if that sweetens the deal

here’s my paypal if ur interested in dumb pictures of my shitty buck-teeth or exerpts from aforementioned fanfiction (if it still exists)

[onminernstig]

2018!

Helaas, dat waren dit jaar een stuk minder posts dan ik aanvankelijk dacht. Het aantal streaming platforms is beperkt, maar met Soundcloud wat onluistbaar wordt voor albums (zonder premium), Youtube waar auteursrechtenclaims hoogtij vieren, en Spotify onoverzichtelijk wordt voor iedereen met een ‘collectie’ ter groote van een spindel of drie (met premium). Was het bijna geen doen. Het leven geen natuurlijk ook verder en Tumblr is het format niet meer. Volgende posts, geen regels, alleen wat veel in de rotatie was. Soms een album, soms wat losse nummers. Soms een single. (Deze post zal nog geupdate worden met artwork en een lijstje, maar dat eerst maar rond zien te krijgen).

Een eerste notitie; de keuze van Trouble is volgens mij de eerste uit Atlanta. En ik twijfel flink. Voor Skooly kan ik voor de Noz keuze gaan, maar eerlijk, behalve wat Young Thug leaks (waarvan de beste een stuk ouder zijn) heb ik amper iets gehoord. Hetzelfde geldt natuurlijk voor wat de jeugd luistert. Ook Roc Marciano & Ka blijven leeg qua songs. 

Een betere update volgt, maar hieronder de draft versie van een lijstje. Niet alles is ingevuld, maar voor nu als placeholder. Regel was iets als max. 1 track van een artiest, wat gesmokkel met samenwerkingsalbums. Sommigen vielen buiten de boot, dat was meer voor albums (Hermit the Recluse & Roc Marciano, Payroll Giovanni etc.).

De Lijst

E-40 x Sada Baby x FMB DZ - The Pack Attack

Mistah F.A.B. - Blammer B**** (feat. Slimmy B)

Derrty Dollaz x Cash Kidd - Money Mitch

Philthy Rich x Prezi - Been A Struggle

Philthy Rich x OMB Peezy - How I Live

J.R. Patton x Greezy - Stay Down

Berner x Rich the Factor x Ampichino x Steve Yancey - Tycoonin’ // Track met Kokane

Berner x Kokane - Walk in My Shoes (prod. Traxx F.D.R. & Scott Storch)

Ice Burgandy x VVS Chapo x J.R. Patton - Chasing the Bag

Mozzy - Who I Am

Shoreline Mafia - Bands

Jeno Cashh x Peezy - Dog Food

Drego x Sada Baby - Bloxk Party

Bandgang Lonnie Bands - Adidas

Drego x Beno - Hele Tape.

Yukmouth x Mac Dre x Delilah Kadane - It’s All Gravy

Prezi x Philthy Rich - Been A Struggle

Lil AJ & Lil Frost - Killas & Demons

Mr. Silky Slim - Let You Starve

S.O.B. x R.B.E. - All Facts, Not 1 Opinion.

03 Greedo x ItsRappa - Neva Bend

Solo Bellafonte x Brill 4 The Thrill x Playa Bubb x Lil JFK - Drum Kits

Philthy Rich x Cookie Money - All White, All Black

Rich the Factor - Doin It // We Gone

PettyPetty - Poppin Hot Shit

Rydah J. Klyde x D.J. Fresh - They Gone Say (feat. Deltrice)

Lil Rue - Flood the City (feat Sky Balla x Prezi & Young Lox).

Philthy Rich x Peezy x Joe Blow & Cellyru - Get Cut

Chippass - Yang Style

Mozzy x Kae One - Big Facts

D-Lo - The Truth

Yella Beezy x ... (NoBFE4) - Player’s Get Chose

Blaxk Jesus x Joe Blow - Free My N**** (Belushi)

38 Spesh x Kool G. Rap - Upstate 2 Queens Skippa da Flippa ft. Sauce Walka - D.A.M.N.

Philthy Rich x DJ J12 - Social Media Gangstas

ZillaKami x Sos Mulla - SK8 Head

Lil Blood - Pay Attention // Body Shake ft. Mozzy & E-Mozzy

Armoo x 6ix9ine -Bozoo

Rucci - Bodak Rucci (prod. DrumDummie)

Rucci - Bodak Rucci

Lil One Hunnet -  Ridin In My Benzo

Trouble - Krew/Time Afta Time (....?)

Lil One Hunnet - Ridin In My Benzo.

[djscuffs]

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Download at http://www.djscuffs.com/mixes/foot-locker-approved-2019/

Playlist: DRAKE – NONSTOP Travis Scott Ft. Drake Swae Lee and Juicy J – Sicko Mode (Part 2) Sheck Wes – Mo Bamba 6ix9ine Ft. Bobby Shmurda – STOOPID French Montana Ft. Drake – No Stylist Travis Scott Ft. Drake Swae Lee and Juicy J – Sicko Mode (Part 1) Travis Scott Ft. Sheck Wes and Juice WRLD – No Bystanders Ski Mask The Slump God Ft. Juice WRLD – Nuketown Lil Pump – Esskeetit Famous Dex Ft. ASAP Rocky – Pick It Up Meek Mill Ft. Cardi B – On Me Jay Rock Ft. Kendrick Lamar – Win Cardi B – Money Lil Pump – Butterfly Doors Lil Baby and Drake – Yes Indeed Lil Baby and Gunna – Drip Too Hard Cardi B Ft. Migos – Drip 6ix9ine Ft. Nicki Minaj and Murda Beatz – FEFE DaniLeigh Ft. Lil Baby – Lil Bebe (Remix) Cardi B Ft. Bad Bunny and J Balvin – I Like It 6ix9ine Ft. Lil Baby – TIC TOC Flipp Dinero – Leave Me Alone Tory Lanez and Rich The Kid Ft. Lil Wayne – Talk To Me (Remix) Lil Uzi Vert – Sauce It Up Pardison Fontaine Ft. Cardi B – Backin It Up Meek Mill Ft. Drake – Going Bad Famous Dex – Japan French Montana and Remy Ma – New Thang Kid Ink Ft. Lil Wayne and Saweetie – YUSO Lil Duval Ft. Snoop Dogg and Ball Greezy – Smile Post Malone – Wow Tory Lanez Ft. Trippie Redd – Ferris Wheel Kodak Black Ft. Travis Scott and Offset – ZEZE 6ix9ine Ft. Tory Lanez – KIKA Lil Wayne – Uproar YG Ft. 2 Chainz Big Sean Nicki Minaj – Big Bank Rich The Kid – Splashin Rich The Kid – Plug Walk Meek Mill Ft. Fabolous and Anuel AA – Uptown Vibes

[aintshitbiz]

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[calkestis]

“Greezy money, baby.” JEDI: FALLEN ORDER (2019)

[breakfastteatime]

After peeling off his poncho and taking care of his injuries in the 'fresher, Cal decides he can't face food or company right now. Instead, he winds his way to the back of the ship where, to his almost tearful relief, he finds a bed.

Leaving himself open and vulnerable to these strangers might sound like a bad idea but the Force says otherwise. Cal has spent five long years barely letting himself consciously reach for the Force. Now he's done more in the past hour than he has in all that time and he is so, so, so tired and he is so cold and Prauf... Prauf is...

That woman. She put her lightsaber through... She killed... She...

Cal sits on the bed before he falls on it. He bends over double, trying to hold it all in. Tears, vomit, screaming, he can't let any of it out. He doesn't want those strangers coming back here and finding him like tht. He'd rather be numb right now than feel it all. He can't handle it, can't begin to comprehend the sheer insanity he has just survived.

The train had exploded around him, and somehow he's still here. A hysterical giggle breaks free before he can catch and crush it.

Teeth clenched, Cal jabs the heels of his hands into his eyes. His head pulses with a thick, nauseating headache. He is so tired, like he's been awake for every second in all the years he's been alive. All the years he was on Bracca at least. Those meticulously crafted shields of his, the ones sealing in all the grief, are coming undone.

Not now. Please, not yet. He can't handle any more. He moves, hand reaching for the pillow. He needs to switch off, needs to -

Feels weird to be making up this bed again. He only uses it when he's got a full passenger manifest. Not like he can charge anyone to sleep back here. And since Cere hired him, at his maximum rate too, he's had no need to sleep back here himself. Someone's going to have to eventually, probably some old Jedi Master who's going to save the galaxy from the Empire or whatever with a bunch of baby Jedi. Yeah, right, sure. They're gonna do that after five years of hiding out. Still, Cere's a paying customer and who is he to argue with someone with all those credits to their name. This charter is Greezy money, baby.

Cal slips out of the memory, too exhausted to care that he definitely wasn't the Jedi Master Greez or Cere had sought out. Prauf would be alive if he -

Stop. Stop it.

Cal indulges his exhaustion. He doesn't even have the energy to kick off his boots. He slumps against the mattress, hand grabbing the blanket and -

- at least this Jedi person will have a nice, freshly laundered blanket to sleep under. Might be the first time in years they had such a nice blanket. Maybe they've been under a rock or -

Cal falls into a deep, heavy sleep before the echo finishes its recollection.

[mazoga-the-dork]

Its one flaw is that it ends

To me, everything about Jedi: Fallen Order is perfect. I will elaborate on this at a later time