#Sabbacc

[voucwjryey]

[futuristiccowboyshark]

[comicweek]

The Man in Black vs Sabbacc

Dustin Lee Massey

[worstactionhero]

Sabbacc

NOPE! Couldn't leave it at just having a sabbacc desk. Had to score Imperial credits, bars of beskar, blasters and restraints.

[coffeeandbatboys]

Whenever, Wherever

pairing: Fives x Reader, Torrent x reader (platonic)

This is a little gift for @the-bad-batch-baroness

A/N edit: STEPH I'M SO SORRY THIS HAS BEEN SITTING IN MY DRAFTS WHEN I THOUGHT I POSTED IT.....

Warnings: Fluff. Maybe a little suggestive towards the end. Kisses and cuddles y'all.

The sassy lean against the wall ™️

You raise your comm to your lips. "Are we ready?"

Hardcase's hushed voice answers. "Yep. Target is in place. I wanted to watch but someone won’t let me out of the medbay.” Hardcase sighs.

Kix groans frustratedly in the background.

“‘Case, you got thrown twenty feet and you have a concussion. That’s plenty of reason for me to keep you here.”

“That might backfire on you, Vod.” Jesse snickers.

Kix echoes Jesse mockingly and Hardcase signs off with “good luck” while you peek into the mess hall where the rest of Torrent is.

The 501st are on a mission to Naboo, but temporary barracks have been set up to accommodate the troopers planetside, allowing them to enjoy the rich scenery and culture.

Dogma and Echo sit off to the side, having a conversation about something while Tup and Vaughn play Sabbacc with the very person that you came to see. Fives’ back is turned to the door as you slip quietly inside and make your way to the table, draping yourself over his shoulders.

With a smirk, you coo into his ear. "Hey there, stranger. Mind if I crash here for a bit?"

He turns to face you, cards forgotten on the table.

“Mesh’la? What are you doing here?”

You giggle. “Nice to see you too. Can’t I surprise my boyfriend?”

He smiles and tugs you into his arms, nuzzling his face in your neck and breathing deeply. Sure, it’s probably a dumb idea to go soft in front of his brothers, but they’re no one to judge either.

Besides, it is you; his cyar’ika.

“You came all the way out here to see me?” He asks, placing a lazy kiss to the side of your neck.

“Yeah, I did. Senator Amidala owed me a favor so I figured I’d come see you.” You say, gently tugging his hand so he follows. After bidding farewell to his brothers, the two of you retreat to a terrace away from prying eyes.

As soon as the two of you are out of sight, his lips crash against yours, needy and passionate. You return the kiss, tangling your fingers in his hair. He mumbles how much he loves you against your mouth, arms tugging you closer still. You’re inherently grateful that he isn’t wearing the top half of his armor, enjoying the warmth of his chest.

You couldn’t ask for anything more as you relax in your trooper’s arms and watch the sun set over the water.

You sigh contentedly. “I missed you.”

Fives tucks his chin over your head and squeezes you tightly. “Missed you more. This is nice.”

You hum happily in response, leaning your head on his shoulder.

“The senator got me a suite at a hotel. I’m sure she wouldn’t mind if I had I dunno, say...a bodyguard?” You smirk, relishing in the groan that rumbles through his chest.

“I’m afraid I’d be a little too preoccupied with something else to be your security detail.”

“The closer you are, the safer I am,” You tease.

“Well then,” He says playfully, picking you up easily. “Where exactly is this hotel?”

[clownery-and-fuckery]

TechPhee headcannons?? These are a bit random I just wanted to throw them out

- When Phee wants Tech to pay attention to her she'll give his belt a little tug and say "c'mere" before telling him what she wanted to

- When Tech wants Phee to pay attention to him he awkwardly stand over her and stare until she looks up and he'll immediately just go ":)" and launch into whatever it was he wanted before she can question how long he was standing over her for

- Tech will reach for her hand in large crowds so she can take them wherever while he reads his datapad and she's always careful to warn him when they're turning/going down a curb

- Phee taught Tech how to "negotiate" (read: straight gaslight) and the only time he's ever had to do it was one time when Phee and Wrecker wanted to go to the bar during a mission and Tech was bribed into letting them, the conversation with Hunter went a little like:

Hunter, over comm: Where's Phee and Wrecker?

Tech, answering: In position

Hunter: ...I'm literally standing where they're meant to be and they're not here

Tech: yes they are

Hunter: I- what?? No, they arent—

Tech: yes they are, you're in the wrong place

Echo and Crosshair dying in the background:

Hunter: Im-... what????

- Hunter killed them for that

- Phee's got a real taste for spicy stuff, and forgets others aren't so tolerant- Tech's got a crazy sweet tooth, and they once had their meals switched. There was chaos.

- while phee is technically supposed to be their pirate(liberator) negotiator, she tends to fly off the handle a lot, and Tech more often than not watches her threaten to burn a lot of places down before carrying her out of a gun fight

- (on one occasion he calmly let her go and watched her pull through on those threats after they told him to "keep her down")

- Tech's kisses are quick and short. He gives her little pecks while no one's looking and most of the time theyre aimed at her cheeks/forehead- he doesn't do a lot of PDA but he gets VERY affectionate while he's tired:))

- Phee is the OPPOSITE. She will kiss him everywhere anywhere she has no qualms and she LOVES kissing his lips and neck(it's easier to reach) and she ESPECIALLY loves pulling him down for a long kiss when she KNOWS her future brother-in-laws are already bitching about them

- while being insanely competitive(idk why, he literally never loses-) he still let's Phee win sabbacc sometimes, and always sits back and let's her brag and just ":) yay good job" while she calls him a BIG LOSER (he thinks he's secretly winning because she always smiles when she wins)

- Phee knows he lets her win

- they sing and dance while they do jobs together. Fixing the Marauder? Not without background music. Cleaning up after Wrecker and Omega's attempts at baking? Gotta have some ambiance turn the holo up. Even as far as a covert mission??? Phee catches Tech humming while he sets the charges and can't help but blow their cover laughing hysterically

- phee knows and hates hondo. she'd punch him for maybe a half credit.

- tech thinks he's delightfully charming :)

- the three of them get along fine until tech leaves the room. he can never guess why they always smile at him when he looks at them??

- phee(jokingly) asked hunter permission to marry tech at dinner, and got so offended when he said no, she decided to ask tech for REAL

- (he said yes btw)

I have like a MILLION more but I'll cut her there for now- PLEASE if you have more, add them!!!! Ok byeeee <3

[mwolf0epsilon]

Tup gets the call rather unexpectedly. He had been in the middle of a very animated conversation between himself, Jesse and Fives while playing sabbacc, when his comm had pinged with three consecutive messages.

It's a pattern that he very easily recognizes, and one that he can't help but slightly roll his eyes at. Whenever Dogma comms him like this, it usually entails some kind of discussion about a gripe he has with this or that thing that, ultimately, he ends up not really caring about in the long run. Just feels the need to briefly vent about.

Even so, potential triviality or not, he isn't one to dismiss his twin or his feelings about whatever new event of the week is bothering him. Not in the same way that the others are often wont to do, as is the case when he tells his older brothers who it is that's just interrupted their game.

He's grateful for it in the end, his devotion to looking after his kih'vod, because the rapid messages make his stomach drop with anxiety almost as soon as he reads them.

I messed up. Come meet me at LC. Preferably alone.

He does as he's asked, all but imagining a billion and one scenarios where Dogma's life may or may not be on the line of fire. It couldn't be anything of less severity. His diligent twin often so careful, that whatever it was that he had done that counted as 'messing up' could only mean life or death.

He wasn't entirely wrong either...

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As soon as he had reached the Logistics Center where Dogma had gone to, to receive this month's shipment of supplies (a job usually reserved for at least four people, but which Dogma's assigned partners had entirely ditched on him instead to go to 79's), he half expected to see a scene of chaos. Maybe a fire.

Instead he was met with a very nervous Dogma, who is standing by a few supply crates looking all kinds of shaken up. In fact his twin looked as close to spewing his guts on the ground from how agitated he was, as that day he'd gotten kneed so hard on the crotch that he'd just flopped over onto the mats on his side like a sack of tubers.

On top of the crates was the reason of his agitation.

"Is that..."

"Tup, I messed up!" if the nervous fidgeting wasn't enough of an indicator of Dogma's current frazzled state, then the strain and wetness of his voice certainly was. "No one else was here so I wasn't paying attention! I was just... The flimsywork had to be done ASAP and... I didn't see or hear her and... Oh crap Tup, I kicked the commander and she hasn't woken up since! I am going to get decommissioned for sure!"

"You KICKED the commander?!" That was not great. Although, not the oddest part of the situation. No. That would be the fact their padawan commander, Ahsoka Tano, jedi-in-training under Anakin Skywalker, was currently the size of a karking nuna.

"I DIDN'T MEAN TO!" The flush of his brother's face crawled up his ears as his eyes began to overfill with tears. Dogma was so stressed he was about to cry, and maker was he a messy crier.

"Ok, ok! Calm down, it was an accident!" Tup reassured, making a note to raise his hands carefully to show his brother all was fine. "I'm sure she won't hold it against you... Err... provided she remembers that you kicked her..."

The strangled whine that left Dogma's throat only made him wince more. A bubble of snot starting to inflate out of his left nostril as he tried to contain the sheer terror that was coursing through him.

"We uh... Kark, we should maybe get a medkit. Or uh, call Kix." Tup scratched his head as he stared down at the tiny commander. His eyes widening as he noticed her stir. "Oh, uh, she's coming to!"

"She's going to tell the general... I'm doomed!" Dogma practically wailed. He wasn't getting any calmer.

"Vod, please sit down and take a deep breath! No one is gonna fault you for accidentally kicking the commander!" Tup exclaimed as he made his brother sit down besides the tiny padawan.

"Is that what hit me...?" Both troopers startled as they looked down at Ahsoka who was now shakily getting onto her knees. The poor thing looked dizzy, which wasn't too comforting of a sight. Especially not for Dogma, who's breathing was becoming more erratic as he observed her stilted movements.

"Commander! Are you ok...?" After making sure his brother wasn't about to collapse, Tup knelt down before the storage crate. Helping to steady the poor girl who was most likely concussed by the harsh blow she'd taken.

"I think so... But..." she frowned, staring up at both Tup and Dogma through squinted eyes. "...Why am I so small?"

Exchanging looks, Tup and a very tearful Dogma looked back down at the young girl with obvious concern.

"You don't know?" The teardrop-tattooed trooper asked, only to receive a slight shake of the head that only seemed to make Ahsoka feel dizzier. "Dee, was she already small when you..."

"Yes... I didn't see or hear her. I just..." Dogma sniffled. "I just felt myself hit something with my foot when I turned around to start hauling the crates towards the forklifts... A-and when I looked down..."

"Hm... So uh, you didn't hear anything odd or... See anything out of place before then?"

"No..."

"Well... That definitely makes this whole ordeal even weirder than it already is..."

This situation would certainly not be the easiest thing to explain back at the 501st Barracks. Nor would the discussion about the origins of the commander's concussion. Tup definitely wasn't looking forward to the misery and terror Dogma would be feeling afterwards. His poor twin had a tendency to blow things so out of proportion, that he actually made himself sick out of worrying too much.

Not that the commander appearing to them inexplicably tiny wasn't worth worrying about. After all, Dogma had only kicked her. The scenario would have been considerably worse if he'd instead accidentally stepped and crushed her to death.

Then, for sure, decommissioning would certainly be on the line. The sergeant likely seeing to it that he got what he thought he deserved. None of the 501st could stomach the thought of involuntarily harming their little sister.

[insertmeaningfulusername]

On the prowl for the wip game please 🙏

Adkfjasdkfjdsk you picked the DogmaTupGregor WIP my brain cooked up a few weeks ago 👀 it's cloneshipping so I hope that's okay!! It's Gregor going to 79's in a dress because his commando squad dared him to, and there he gets picked up by Tup and Dogma. For some reason it's already 5k long and still not near finished.

Lil (sfw) snippet:

Jim tugged at Gregor’s dark blue dress, adjusting a ridiculously flimsy shoulder strap and then the wide collar that flowed around Gregor’s shoulders and showed off an ample percentage of his cleavage. “Stop drooling on the fabric, vod. This piece cost me half my fairly earned sabbacc winnings, and we said we’d take turns wearing it.” “If it really cost you that much, you were conned.” Gregor tried and failed to tug the seam of the dress down over his knees. The whole thing was far too small – he didn’t even dare take a deep breath for fear of ripping it. “What did they sew it from, anyway? A towel?” “Hankie, probably,” Jam muttered in that monosyllabic way he had about himself, but Gregor could see on his face how pleased he was at his own work.

(Yes since we don't have canon names two of Gregor's squad are called Jim and Jam. For the bit.)

[mariahjade2]

writing patterns (tag game)

I read Jedi Mordsith's post with a general tag and thought I'd try it. The game is to list the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics, and see if there's a pattern. I have no idea so here goes. I don't know how to do the links. But they are on Ao3.

Star Lines blurred and they were in hyperspace heading back to a new life. - Never give up.

This relentless downpour, this deluge of despair, condenses and drizzles on my soul like some obscure Hutt torture. - Rain

“I’ll come with you.” She had spoken ordinary words, yet Mara could still feel the weight of unborn futures held within them. - A Simple Gift

Mara Jade Skywalker paced back and forth in the rooms she shared with Luke. - Too Much of a Good Thing.

Hoth, land of snow and ice, that was his destination. - Snow

Tiny particles of dust floated in the shafts of sunlight that bathed the Skywalker bedroom. Bee to the Blossom, Moth to the Flame.

Thou fairest locks of golden hair, So soft the touch of beauteous desire. - Sonnet from Mara Jade to Luke Skywalker

It was a rare thing when both Mara Jade Skywalker and Leia Organa Solo had a free day together, however, occasionally, Mustafar did freeze over. - Of Silk and Sand

Large ornate lift doors opened, and Luke Skywalker emerged, wiping sweat soaked hair off his eyes as he headed down the corridor towards his suite. - From an Interlude on Coruscant.

I've got sunlight on the sand I've got moonlight on the sea, We've got pangoes and some shuuras we can pick right off a tree I've got smashball and sabbacc and a lot of fancy games

What ain't I got? I aint got Jade. (Fudging on this one with a first song stanza) Nothing Like My Jade.

Hmmm, well it's mostly my favorite two people, and scene setting. How about @auntienene try it.

[phantom-of-the-501st]

I've never done a clone OC before, but meet Nexus!

Serving under Captain Rex in the 501st Battalion, he is one of the newest members, joining not long before the end of the war. Due to him being one of the newest, he's also one of the youngest, and so his brothers feel very protective of him (while also teasing him because that's what brothers do).

But don't be fooled. He may seem sweet and harmless, but he's actually an incredibly skilled fighter. Favouring hand-to-hand combat over long-range weapons, he can land a nasty punch, especially if you insult his brothers.

Outside of the battlefield, he's pretty chill and laid back, preferring to read and doodle rather than going out clubbing frequently. He can also thrash his brothers in a game of Sabbacc, much to their disdain.

Bonus Facts:

He dyed his hair blue after a bet he made with a brother while drunk at 79s.

While many assume his scar came from the battlefield, it actually came from a rabid tooka that he tried to pet (his brothers never let him live that down).

He's partially deaf in his left ear.

He's broken his hand on 7 occasions during fights (and no, Kix is not happy about it).

He's partially fluent in Mando'a, and completely fluent in both Tusken sign language and Huttese.

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This was so fun! Gotta say thank you to @ahsokatanope on Twitter for creating the clone oc Picrew where I made this! You guys should check it out, link down below. ❤

[cabezadeperro]

six sentence sunday

The players have changed in the past two hours, but they’re still playing sabbacc, a mix of cigarettes, GAR credits and candy pooled in the centre of the table. The cards are cheap old things, the edges soft with use, and Cody doesn’t have to ask—he knows who used to own them. Cody inherited Threes when he became commander of the 212th. He was just a sergeant, and he was extremely good at it. He died during the Ryloth campaign: a commando droid got him while he was on guard shift, and he bled out in the med tent while Pea tried and failed to arrange a transport to get him off world. Cody used to think he’d survive them all.

[simslegacy5083]

NSB (Straud Legacy) Gen 8 Ep. 69: Harvestfest Party Time

The reception dinner after Paul and Nikita’s wedding was served outside under the stars. The newlyweds had a small table all to themselves and they couldn’t stop smiling as they made small talk about the day and their upcoming honeymoon vacation trip.

Nikita got a little too excited about being a rebel agent while cutting the cake. Her fancy “sword” trick became a painful lesson on being careful with knives, but no lasting harm was done. The couple proceeded to pose playfully for their photographer as they shared the first piece.

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After the meal, the younger folks planned to party all night upstairs in the treehouse and most of the elders said their goodbyes and headed home.

Steven playfully reminded his own boys that he wasn’t getting any younger – they’d better get a move on, or he wouldn’t be there to put his top-notch officiant skills to use for their weddings!

Neither of them felt ready to get married, but promised their dad he’d be the first to know if those happy circumstances came to pass.

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One young couple planned to party the night away but were forced to leave early. Gonzalo’s wife Dina thought she had plenty of time left until delivery, but it seemed her babies had other plans. The new parents-to-be panicked, feeling completely unprepared so far from home or the hospital.

The parties’ veteran public servants, quite used to dealing with such emergencies, stepped in to save the day. Peachy took his old friend in hand, lightening the mood with some of his best baby jokes, while Jack escorted the mother-to-be to the exit and wondered if someday he’d be attending the birth of his own child. Hopefully, he mused, it would be in slightly better circumstances than the couple before them found themselves in now!

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Heading upstairs after seeing their friends safely away Peachy made a beeline for the microphone.

He’d prepared a special wedding skit for his two housemates, liberally sprinkled with references to the show they had decided to base their happy day around. Paul found himself practically in tears from laughter as Peachy regaled the crowd with his silly take on the couple’s favorite fictional universe.

When his nephew was finished warming up the room it was Spencer’s turn. The party animal had sent Hope off to bed but chosen to remain and enjoy the fun with the young’uns. Not to be outdone by his twin’s speech at the alter, Paul’s dad gave a beautiful toast, citing how glad he was that the pair before him had found each other and wishing them as much love and happiness as he’d found with his own beautiful bride.

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A few rounds of Sabbacc and some dance floor fun rounded out the evening.

It had been a wonderful day of celebrating the love shared by two Sims near and dear to the hearts of all in attendance, and everyone hoped for many more joyous days ahead for the happy couple in the future.

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[clevermird]

Title: Good Times and Good Drinks

Prompt: Confessions @shortfictionweeklychallenge

Rating: Teen

Characters: Jessasi Silver (female Smuggler), Corso Riggs

Pairing(s): femSmuggler/Corso

Now that she has her ship back, Jessasi decides that she and Corso deserve a night on the town - but they both might have a bit more than they're admitting on their minds.

This is also my attempt to mess around with the start of the Corso romance plotline to make it less awkward and weird.

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For the first time in weeks, Jessasi was sitting right where she belonged: in the cockpit of The Fool’s Wager, feet up on the dash, music blaring from the stereo. It’s good to be home. Skavik hadn’t even sold any of her stuff!

She checked her wrist chrono. Still eighteen hours until they were supposed to take off. Hmm. . .

“Corso!” she called, swinging her feet to the floor. “Get ready, we’re going to town!”

Twenty minutes later, she was ready to go and she didn’t look half-bad if she did say so herself: striped shorts, a grey top that clung to her curves, short vest to draw the eyes to her chest, and comfortable sandals. Checking the mirror one more time, she added a bit more eyeshadow and a touch of lipstick, slid on a few bracelets, and headed for the airlock.

Corso was waiting for her. “Aren’t we going to bring Risha?”

“Nah.” Running across the galaxy on her say-so was one thing. Going to the bar with her was another.

They took a taxi to the Old Galactic Market Sector and found the cantina easily. Darmas Pollaran had moved on, but the place was still crawling with all sorts relaxing after hard days. Down on their luck spacer types nursed drinks and scowled at everyone else, swankier customers played sabbacc, and a few guys were already drunk enough to be trying to dance along with the holodancers.

Jessasi rolled her eyes and headed for the bar.

The droid manning the drink orders whirred over as she slid onto a stool. “What will it be today, gentlebeings?” he said in a voice that sounded ridiculously snooty on any bartender outside the Senate Tower.

“Uh. . . just a Corellian ale?” Corso said, looking awkward.

“Come on, Corso, where’s your sense of adventure? This is Coruscant!”

“I already know I like it, why bother changing?”

Jessasi shrugged.

The droid turned in her direction. “And for you, m’am?”

“How about a Nexu Tail?” It wasn’t a drink she could find everywhere, but when they do, she always got them.

While they waited, she looked around to see if anything exciting was happening. Someone must have just won a pazzak match. The guy was dancing around like something good had happened, at any rate. A cute, yellow-skinned twi’lek guy smiled bashfully at her and she smiled back. He brightened.

“Uh. . . Captain?” said Corso with just a bit of an edge to his voice.

“What?” I’ll talk to anyone I like, thank you very much. The guy looked at Corso, then back at her. Shaking her head, Jessasi waved him over.

As he got up, someone shouted from across the room and he turned. A moment later, he was bro-hugging a burly Cathar and Jessasi was back to waiting for the drinks to show up.

Probably for the best anyway. Her mom had always said “flirt all you want, kiss all you like, but don’t give your heart – or your holes – to anyone unless you’re sure he’s the one.” And so far, she’d followed that rule with only two exceptions. And she’d really thought that Mal was the one, so actually it was only one exception.

Thinking about Mal was on its way to ruining her good mood, but fortunately, the droid returned with their drinks before she’d stewed about it too much. They certainly served generous portions in this place. Corso’s beer mug was half the size of her head.

“What is that?” he said, looking at her drink.

“It’s a Nexu tail.”

“Looks like a couple of Zeltrons exploded in your glass.”

Scowling at him, Jessasi took a sip of the brightly colored drink. “It tastes good.” And they put way more Corillian rum in it than most places did.

Corso took a swig of his beer. “Really?”

“Yeah, try it.”

He sipped it, frowned, took another sip, then two more. “Wow, you’re right. Is that mujafruit juice?”

“I honestly have no idea.” She grinned and ordered another drink. Maybe something akdov-based this time. . .

Several glasses in, she could feel the liquor starting to work. A warm feeling stretched down toward her toes and she felt really relaxed for the first time in a while. Coming here was a great idea.

“I guess you should get to try one of mine,” Corso said, breaking a silence of several rounds.

He slid the mug over and Jessasi picked it up with both hands. The drink had a rich, gold taste that made her feel even warmer.

“You’ve got foam on your nose.”

She wiped it off and returned to her own drink. “You know?” she said, giggling a little. “I really hope Risha’s telling the truth.”

“So do I, Captain.”

“I mean, it would really suck if she wasn’t. And you can call me Jess, you know. Everyone else does.”

The droid reappeared, dripping with some unsatisfied customer’s drink. “May I refill your glasses, gentlebeings?”

They looked at each other and their eyes met. Corso grinned. Jessasi grinned. “Sure. Why not.”

Corso’s eyes were brown, she noticed as the droid trotted away to mix her another drink. A really nice brown. Why hadn’t she noticed that before? She looked away awkwardly. Someone was singing some kind of drinking song on the sunk-in section of the floor.

Their refills came back really fast this time and she started drinking again.

Setting down his already half-drained mug, Corso said, far too loudly, “Why do we never do anything fun like this on the ship?”

“We just got the ship back! And I can be kind of fun!” She shouldn’t turn her head so fast. It made the room spin.

Corso grunted and kept drinking. Jessasi followed suit. She was almost at the bottom of the glass before Corso spoke again. “We could get our blasters out and see who can take out the bartender droid the fastest.”

For some reason, this seemed hilarious and Jessasi started giggling. “I don’t think the cops would like that very much,” she managed to get out when she could breathe again.

He laughed too and scooted his stool closer. He smelled good, like a haystack, even though it had been weeks since he could have been near one. “Back on Ord Mantell, we used to run the rontos around in circles and see if they could charge us without falling over. We should do that.”

That set her off again and she felt tears coming to her eyes. “Got any suggestions that don’t involve farm animals, farmboy?”

“I know a few, but I might not be able to show you all of them here. . . “ He leaned in closer and Jessasi felt his lips brush against hers, his breath hot on her face. She smiled.

Then he pulled away. “Sorry, Captain,” he muttered. “I shouldn’t have done that. Propositioning you in a bar like a Hutt’s dancer. It’s not right.”

“’sokay,” Jessasi replied. Everything was starting to get fuzzy, but she felt sad nonetheless.

“Are you doing okay?”

She burped. “I thinks so.”

“We should get you back to the ship.” His words slurred together, but she wasn’t sure if that was him talking or her hearing. Maybe a little of both?

When she tried to walk, the floor kind of tilted like the Fool’s deck did when she pulled crazy stunts. Somehow, she ended up with her arm around Corso’s shoulder and they made it out to the curb. A taxi pulled up and the droid buzzed. “State your destination.”

Jessasi crawled into the seat and curled up on it. “Taris. That’s what Risha said, right? And we have to do what Risha says. She’s the only one who knows where it is.”

“Just take us back to the spaceport,” Corso said.

Oh. Right. The spaceport. The speeder started speeding along again – a speeder, speeding, how funny is that? – and Jessasi closed her eyes. It made her stomach hurt less. “I don’t feel very good.”

“Why don’t you go to sleep? You’ll feel better in the morning.”

“Okay. You know what? I like you.”

“I like you too, Captain.”

As the speeder hurried back to the spaceport and her ship, Jessasi fell asleep with her head on Corso’s shoulder.

[visionhaunted]

𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚘

ONE. Jacen is honestly pretty amazing at picking up new force skills on the fly. He learns very quickly when it comes to the force and is both naturally gifted in it and incredibly eager to study and learn more.

TWO. His hearing is great, he can pick up on small animals hiding behind a bush even without the use of the force simply because he knows how to listen for them and because his hearing is above average. Sneaking up on him is basically impossible even if you strip him off his force abilities because of it.

THREE. Learnt how to play sabbacc from his dad, you are not gonna win against him. He cheats and never gets caught ( unless he's playing against his family because they all learnt the same tricks ).

FOUR. Incredibly good at reading others both by looking at them and perceiving them through the force. Lying to him is difficult if not impossible. He is so focused on other people's emotions though that he often lacks the ability to self reflect and know his own emotions.

FIVE. He is a master trickster if he wants to be. He can lie to, manipulate and confuse people easily. Hiding in the shadows, masking his emotions, all those things come easy to him and he can play innocent or dumb if the situation makes it necessary. He also knows how to play people out against each other or themselves, winning arguments that should lead to him being proven wrong or pulling people on his side who wouldn't normally agree with him.

SIX. He is incredibly resourceful, surviving impossible situations because of clever ideas and foresight, managing to improvise on the fly and always figuring out a way to get the upper hand in a situation. There is a reason Jaina only managed to kill him when he gave up.

SEVEN. He's suprisingly good with children. Being incredibly in tune with the living force and also autistic, Jacen is good at dealing with children's often volatile emotions and being able to calm them down or help them through fear. He also doesn't talk down to them and often quickly gains their trust and respect through such behaviour.

EIGHT. Ridiculously good at using a lightsaber. Jacen rivals his uncle Luke and even surpassed the order's battle master Kyle Katarn due to how quick he learns and how versatile he is in the style he uses to fight, being able to match his opponent's style to take advantage of any possible weakness.

NINE. His smile is infectious. He smiles less and less over the years but when he does and when it is genuine, it is hard not to smile back.

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[casp1an-sea]

🦋: What's your relationship to your famial f/o? Child, parent, sibling, annoying cousin?

🪼: What are some things they do to help calm you down, and vice versa?

🥏: What games do you and your famial f/o play together? Sports, video games, board games?

🌀: What movies do you watch together?

🪣: What stupid novelty clothing items would you two match with? (bracelets, shirts, ugly scarfs) did either of you hand-make them?

step right up, spin a wheel, and pick the f/o yourself

Doing this for Han because I’m thinking about Han at the moment

🦋 he is my father

🪼 Well he starts by making jokes which sometimes helps and if that doesn’t he sits down next to me gives me hug, asks if I want to talk and offers to take me out in the falcon (which I always say yes to). He also calls me Kid because he knows I like that

🥏 Bro tried to teach me to play sabbacc, along with instructions on how to cheat, I’m not rly into card games but I thought it would be funny to beat Lando so I’ve played it like once.

🌀 the only in universe show I know of is the animated rebels show from the holiday special so I guess that lol. I will never let him live down how they animated him. Out of universe? I don’t know? Star Wars lol. I feel like he’d like marvel so sure throw that in there.

🪣 I would so make him a bracelet. He can go around shooting bounty hunters with a colorful bead bracelet on his wrist

[ketchup-monthly]

All of these are excellent, but here are some of my suggestions:

- beach episode

- festival episode

- holiday episode

- what troopers do during their down time while in hyperspace

- a clones first time seeing a rainbow

- alpha-17. Literally just doing anything

- if Boba and Omega ever met

- the commanders as cadets

- trying new foods and getting introduced to new cultures

- a sabbacc game where the odds keep getting more and more dangerous

- the Tooka that a shiny in the Coruscant guard brought back and now just lives there

My episode pitches for Tales of the Clones:

(Mr. Filoni pls feel free to steal all of these I require no credit only more clone footage pls my good sir)

- how Cody got his scar

- Wolffe losing his eye

- What happened to Cody after he went AWOL

- Kix’s story from looking into the chips to waking up 50 years later

- why Emerie was created and how she got to be working for Hemlock

- Jango meeting some of the first clones

- how Gregor, Rex, and Wolffe ended up going into retirement together

- what Cody has been doing since he left the Empire

- how Cody and Rex met

- more of the 104th and Plo Koon

- how tf Gregor survived that explosion

- The Bad Batch as cadets

- Cody’s whereabouts after he defected

- Cut meeting Suu

- Bad Batch raising Omega on Pabu when she’s a teenager

- a look into what Cody has been up to since we last saw him

- Echo finding out about Fives

- where is Cody

- Captain Howzer during the Clone Wars

- C O D Y.