#hi Ash i stole your cross design. that one with the star in the center aha i hope you dont mind

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Hi pookies heres the long awaited Oscar drawing :3333

If you've seen my last post, i said there I assigned John, Arthur & Oscar as the sun moon and star

I wish ive been more creative with how i incorporate the star symbols on my Oscar's design but it's okay I can always do another redesign :3

Stars symbolize hope, destiny and guidance. Which SCREAMS Oscar doesn't it? Oscar being Arthur's hope?? Guidance?? Im so ill

I can't decide whether I want to assign the daffodil or blue iris to oscar bc both flowers is so him!!!! For now he gets blue irises. I'll draw him with daffodils next time ofc

You may have noticed the ring he's wearing. well apparently a ring on the middle finger symbolizes life purpose!! I drew Oscar with a ring with the moon symbol...im sure by now you know which character that symbol represents (its arthur)

My Oscar is definently going to have a redesign soon as im not fully content with this design. Im thinking maybe embroided star symbols on his garb... Can this kind of garb have embroidery? Bc i literally have not seen it have any sort of pattern /genq

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Rewrite the Stars [A Finnrey Soulmate AU]: PART ONE

Word Count: 2505

Summary:

FN-2187 has never had a soulmate. He doesn’t know if it was cut or if he was born without one, like so many of his fellow stormtroopers.

Finn the fugitive stormtrooper may have felt love for the first time in his life. But that is impossible. Those without red strings of fate may never fall in love.

Rey the scavenger has never met her soulmate, but she knows she has one, as designated by the red string on constantly tied to her pinkie finger.

Rey meets a boy without a red string, and her chest starts to tingle. He can’t be her soulmate, can he? You’re not supposed to fall in love with someone who isn’t tied to you.

Author’s Note: YES THIS IS A CHEESY ROMANTIC AU, DON’T READ IF YOU’RE JUST GONNA CRITICIZE MY CLICHE STAR-CROSSED ROMANCE TROPES.

And yes, it does quite focus on Poe for the beginning, but rest assured, the tags have not fooled you. This IS a Finnrey fanfic. I felt that Poe’s POV gave some key exposition. I could be wrong, but eh.

Comments/reviews are always appreciated, as are reblogs. Thank you!

My official tag for this fic is “rts finnrey fic”, so if you want to see more, check out the tag on my page.

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Love.

So much love has been lost.

The force called on the Jedi to nurture the love in the galaxy. To help soulmates to find each other, even though the Jedi themselves could never have a soulmate.

With the rise of the Empire, Darth Sidious did his best to wipe out all love in the galaxy, starting with the Jedi. But the most he could do was stall it for a little while.

But the Empire has long since fallen, and Luke Skywalker had to make the decision whether to bring back the Jedi Order or not.

He was too late. The First Order rose out of the ashes of Sidious’s Empire, ruled by their Supreme Leader Snoke. Their cruel, near-heartless officers stole children without soulmates from their parents, training them to be the perfect soldiers to enforce the laws of soulmates with absolute diligence.

A being could only marry their soulmate, the person who appeared at the other end of the red string tied to their appendage. Those who resisted the law set by the force were eradicated.

Skywalker’s failure sent him into hiding, right when the galaxy needed him most. His sister, General Leia Organa, sent her most skilled, most trusted pilot to find the last piece of a map that may lead to him.

—–

Poe Dameron was born with a soulmate. Daken Raad. His best friend. The love of his life. Neither of them would have had a stake in this war unless they believed in doing what was right, which they both did. Everyone deserved to be with someone that they loved, whether they were determined by fate or not.

They fought at General Organa’s side, just as Poe’s parents used to in the war against the Empire. Yet, only a few months ago, Daken was killed by the First Order. Executed by Kylo Ren himself, Lietenant Kadel Connix had told him.

Kadel had lost her soulmate to this war as well, and had long since succumbed to the symptoms of one without a soulmate. Stiffness. Cold bearing. Lack of expression.

Poe refused to let himself fall down that path.

Now his red string of fate was faded, clipped, hanging at his side. He used that to fuel himself, to remind himself of emotions. What sadness felt like without Daken. What happiness felt like when they kissed. What anger felt like that so many people had to lose the ones they loved, and that Daken had been taken so cruelly from his side.

It was anger that Poe felt as he lined up a First Order Stormtrooper in the sights of his gun, taking a shot from behind the shelter of his rock. General Organa called him “Amazing”.

“I have never seen a person hold on to emotion for so long after their soulmate had died,” she had observed, glancing at the string attached to her own finger.

Poe grit his teeth, firing again. Another stormtrooper fell,. He fired again and again on the troopers who invaded the innocent village. They had invaded the village looking for him.

Him, and the map leading to Skywalker.

The map to Skywalker was safe with his droid, and BB-8 was miles away by now. He just had to finish off these troopers and their chrome-dome captain, hop in his x-wing, and he’d find his little buddy before the sun came up over the dunes.

Or maybe not.

Another ship loomed over the village having followed the ships that brought the Stormtroopers down to the surface of Jakku. The flagship of Kylo Ren.

The flagship was too far out of range to gun down from where Poe hid, and by the time he’d found a closer vantage point, the ship had landed and Kylo Ren himself walked down the ramp to the group of crowded villagers corralled by the troopers.

“Sir, there’s no sign of the map.” The captain informed him.

Before Ren could start one of his infamous temper tantrums, Poe took the shot, only for his blast to freeze in mid-air, held in place by Ren through his skill with the force. Poe found himself frozen to the spot by a cold glare from Ren’s masked face.

Two stormtroopers dragged him to Ren, forcing Poe to kneel in front of Daken’s murderer in the coarse sand.

“You have it, don’t you?” Kylo Ren murmured thoughtfully, kneeling in front of Poe to study his face.

Poe huffed, “Sorry, it’s a little hard to hear you with the…” he gestured to the mask on Ren’s face, “…the apparatus.”

“Search him,” Ren snarled.

Two troopers yanked him back up to his feet, patting him down, searching his pants pockets and checking his beloved jacket for any hidden pockets. So help them if they ripped it…

Poe glanced towards the villagers, frantically racking his brain for any sort of plan that could get all of them free. The troopers stood in a circle around them at the center of the village, stiff and rigid and unmoving. The perfect no-souls.

Except for one.

One stormtrooper’s pristine white suit was marred by three streaks of blood down the mask of his helmet. His shoulders heaved up and down as he tried to even his breathing, and his gun was held loosely enough that it looked like it was about to fall out of his hands, compared to his comrades’ at-attention stance.

“He’s clear, sir.”

“Bring him on board.” Ren jerked his head towards his ship. Poe resisted as best he could, but these troopers were having none of his tomfoolery.

“Sir, the villagers,” The Captain asked.

Poe looked over his shoulders, seeing Kylo Ren thinking.

“Kill them all.”

“No!” Poe cried as the villagers screamed and held their loved ones. The troopers fired, like shooting womp rats in a barrel.

Except for the one trooper he had noticed before. The one with the blood-red streaks painted on his helmet.

—

FN-2187 opened and closed his fist. More so than ever his helmet felt as if it were suffocating him rather than helping him to breathe.

He was the last to leave the cruiser, docked in the bay of Kylo Ren’s flagship, but he couldn’t take another step. He couldn’t blindly walk after his comrades who didn’t seem to realize that they had all opened fire on a village of unarmed people who had committed no crime except that a Resistance spy had visited their village. He ducked back into the cruiser, his heart racing a mile a minute. He yanked off his helmet, hoping that would allow him to breathe more easily.

It did, somewhat.

“FN-2187.” A familiar voice made his bones chill and his nerves freeze. He couldn’t tell if his heartbeat slowed down in the cold, or if fear made it beat so fast that he couldn’t detect the individual thumps.

“Who gave you permission to remove your helmet?” Captain Phasma asked, her voice calm in a scary way.

“No one, Captain.”

He didn’t turn to face her, almost as if he hadn’t noticed she was there. But he felt her ice-cold eyes on his back, boring through his armor, through his skin, and into his soul.

“Submit your blaster for inspection,” The Captain said at last, “And report to my division.”

“Yes Captain.”

With this assurance, Captain Phasma marched down the ramp of the cruiser, her armor clanking all the way.

FN-2187 replaced his helmet on his head, finally leaving the cruiser once he had determined that Phasma was far enough away. If he submitted his blaster as requested, they would discover that he had not fired on the village. That, and reporting to Phasma’s personal squadron, would almost certainly get him sent to reconditioning.

He had disobeyed and order. He had showed…empathy.

How was that possible? Ducking into an alcove in the corridor for a moment, FN-2187 ripped off the glove of his armor to confirm what he already knew to be true: No string of fate. A no-soul, as always.

Beings with no soulmates were not supposed to show compassion like this. That’s why the First Order, like the Jedi Order, took no-souls. They would not have conflictions with orders. They would enforce the natural boundaries of the force.

Those who strayed from the natural order were eradicated. Or worse, reconditioned.

FN-2187 yanked his glove back on and marched down the hall, going much faster now.

He would not submit his blaster for inspection. He would not report to Captain Phasma’s division.

He had to find that Resistance pilot.

—

Rey tilted the bottle back as far as it would go, and managed to get the last three drops of water out of her canteen. She’d have to get some more out of the leaky vaporators on her way home. She felt a tug on her hand, and sighed. He soulmate was upset again. It seemed to happen a lot, especially in the past three years.

She pondered how her emotions felt to her soulmate. Could they sense her loneliness? Could they sense where she was? The only reason she stayed on Jakku was in hopes that one day her soulmate would find her and help her escape from Unkar Plutt. The thought had crossed her mind several times that maybe she should be the one to find her other half, but if she left Jakku, then she wouldn’t be there when her parents returned, and she knew that they would return. One day.

She lugged the pieces of junk she’d found into the junkyard. Hopefully one or two of them would prove to be useful enough to bring her dinner for the night.

Unkar Plutt examined her prizes with all but disdain.

“These are worth…hm…” His snout wrinkled in what was either pleasure or disgust.

“One-quarter portion.”

Rey bit her lip to keep from shouting the unfairness. Just last month the levers alone would have been one-quarter portion each, but if she objected, especially in front of all the other junkyard workers like this, she was bound to get no portions at all. At least one-fourth was better than none at all.

Halfway home, she stopped her speeder at one of the lone vaporators. The aging moisture farmer hardly ever made it out this far from his home. He was never around to see how much water he collected, much less fix the leak that allowed Rey to take a bottle full for herself.

Finally, she reached the old piece of junk that provided shelter from the sandstorms and blistering heat of the day. An old AT-AT walker from the days of the Empire. It had been stripped clean of useful parts long ago, no one would bother her about using it as a home.

She made another scratch on the wall inside. She’d lost count of the days long ago, but it was something she did for herself. Something that kept her from losing track of time.

After her portion was prepared, along with some scraps from previous meals, she brought her meager dinner outside to eat with her back to the sunset, watching the changing hues as a dinner show.

She savored the seasoned roll, counting how many times she chewed to get the maximum flavor. That would at least make it feel like she was more full than she really was.

“BREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!”

A loud binary sound echoed across the dunes, and Rey leaped to her feet. She grabbed her staff- useful for taking on thieves and bandits that wandered the desert planet- and quickly climbed on top of her house-of-sorts for a good view of the valley, allowing her to see the creature in distress.

It was a small droid, a BB model, orange and gray. It was all tied up in the nets of Teebo, a ruthless trader who was almost like a friend to Unkar Plutt.

She shouted in Huttese, the language of scum, and the only language that Teebo seemed to understand.

Teebo shouted something rude to her as she ran forward to untangle the struggling droid from the net. When she ignored him, Teebo threatened her with his taser. Rey shoved her own staff in his face.

They shouted at each other for a minute, the BB now free and hiding behind rey’s legs. Teebo finally decided the droid wasn’t worth the trouble, and urged his great mechanical beast forward.

As Teebo slowly made his way forward, BB tried their best to shout an insult in the being’s direction, but Rey hushed him. They looked up at her, as offended as a droid could look.

“He wants to sell you for parts,” Rey informed the droid, glaring after Teebo.

She looked back at the little droid, noticing a few appendages left askew, and bent down to fix the BB’s antenna.

“So where are you from?” She asked.

BB made a few nonchalant beeps, informing Rey that they were called BB-8.

“Classified, really? Me too.” Rey replaced the antennae. Not that it would be able to get much of a signal out, as small as the droid was.

“Niima Outpost is that way,” She pointed in the direction of Plutt’s junkyard. It was the biggest settlement in the area. The droid had to be heading that way.

“Avoid the deserts in the south, you’ll sink in.” She said.

BB-8 beeped in confusion as she stood up, heading back to her house.

“No, I can’t take you there.” She said, half-apologetic.

BB-8 beeped again.

“No!” She insisted, wondering why she was so against the thought.

BB-8 crooned sadly, making Rey stop. She looked after Teebo, who was struggling to make it up the ridge with his beast now. BB-8 wouldn’t last a day out there on his own.

“Come on.”

BB-8 squealed joyfully, rolling after Rey without a care for the sand that was invading the cracks in their plating.

“In the morning you go,” She warned the droid.

BB-8 beeped again, with a tone that said, “Yeah sure.”

Rey had to smile. “You’re welcome.”

BB-8 stopped halfway to the AT-AT with a squeal, looking towards the sunset. Rey followed BB’s look, a hollow feeling in her chest as she spotted a dark cloud a mile high and growing.

“A sandstorm. Hurry!” She almost carried BB back to the AT-AT herself, and she barely shut the entrance in the AT-AT’s front left foot before the sand started to pelt the best armor the Empire’s money could buy.

“That was close,” Rey gasped, letting her heartbeat return to normal.

BB-8 spluttered in distaste.

“Honestly, I don’t know how I put up with this planet. But I have to.” Rey told the awfully snarky droid.

“I’m waiting for my soulmate.” Rey told the droid. “I’m stuck here, but if they follow their string, I know that they’ll find me.” She held up her hand with the string so that BB-8 could see.

They spluttered distastefully, spitting sand from their circuits.

“I know, I know,” Rey admitted with a chuckle, “But I always had a feeling that I would meet my soulmate here on Jakku

Part Two (N/A)