#jedi master cyrus

[persimminwrites]

made a togruta oc finally. his name is cyrus <3

some face details below the cut bc i like how he turned out :)

[nerdalmighty]

For light and life!

[ahsokasupremacy]

My thoughts on the new Ahsoka trailer that just dropped a few days ago:

Interesting, looks like it’s a race to find Thrawn. Maybe this is what the cast meant when they said the show could go on for another season?

“We are no Jedi.” Makes me think that we might actually get a pro-Jedi arc instead of Filoni’s Gray Jedi agenda? Or is that too hopeful?

Hera looks good! As expected, Mary Elizabeth Winstead is killing it and fits right into the character. Y’all are just haters

The green eye contacts are a bit 👁️👄👁️ though Kinda reminds me of the Miley Cyrus blue eyes meme

Hilariously enough, Hera’s lekku look way better than Ahsoka’s. Not her getting eaten up in her own show

Hera and Ahsoka interaction, 10/10. +++

Ahsoka looks a bit more like herself without the cloak covering her shoulders (sorry, I can’t recognize Ahsoka unless the guns are out).

I can kinda see what the actress is going for, and she does fit the vibes of battle-hardened Rebels Ahsoka. Still sorta wish they recast her with Laura Harrier though

ANAKIN mention had me going feral... please, Hayden Christensen, be in here for longer than five seconds...

“Just like I walked away from Sabine” WOW JUST STAB ME IN THE HEART WHY DON’T YOU

SABINE IS SO HOT AUGHSKMS I AM SO GAY

“You never made things easy for me…Master” GHFKSKSMKDKD??? CASUAL LORE DROP??? Does this mean we are getting Jedi Sabine?

Thrawn looks a lot better than I was expecting him to be in live action, thank god. Whoever decided to give him eyebrows? You are my savior.

SABINE CUT HER HAIR AGAIN AKSMXMDMDD I AM GAYER NOW

The evil guy namedropped Anakin personally? Okay… interesting, would like to find out how they know each other

Overall, super excited to see what the show will bring. Huge improvement in the Montrals prosthetics, and looking forward to see a women-centric Star Wars show. I'm calling it, everyone is gonna be Team Hera/Soka by the end of this.

[speechlesslili]

I frown, “well… if they don’t.. we’ll just leave,” I whisper, “join Cyrus’ group for a while.”

“Good idea,” he murmurs. “He was saying he could use more people.”

The door opens and two Jedi walk in, one shorter and stockier while the other, blonde and lean, towers a bit over him.

“Master Jedi,” Satine hums. “Welcome.”

“We’re glad to be here.” Ben nods. “For those of you who don’t know me, I’m Master Obi-Wan Kenobi. This is my former Padawan Anakin Skywalker. We’re here to investigate the protests within the city for evidence of extreme violence.”

[jundlcndwastes]

The last time Cyrus had trained among the Jedi was when he was just a child, a youngling that could barely contain his excitement in anticipation for a master that would choose him as their padawan. The fire had been stomped out by Palpatine, who had turned out to be the force of evil lurking in the shadows, the Emperor. Every one of them had been turned on inside of the Jedi Temple and worse, they had been turned on by one of their own, somebody that they trusted. Ever since that dreadful day, Cyrus had never even tried to use even an ounce of the Force for fear that Vader or one of his nasty inquisitors would find him and exterminate him like that had every other Jedi or Force-sensitive being. It wasn't until the Rebellion that he even had the courage to come out of hiding and offer his help. He just needed a little bit of guidance to help him remember the path he had originally been on.

You would have thought that a fisherman was used to something creepy and slimy making contact with one of his limbs, but in the midst of their guided meditation, he had been caught off guard. Eyelids flung open to find the planet's inhabitant crawling over his leg. He tried to push it away from him, back into the foliage from where he had been, but the thing with way too many legs to count was just as stubborn as the once-upon-a-time youngling was.

❝ Fine, ❞ Cyrus grunted, allowing the creature to lounge across his leg. It didn't seem dangerous; no noticeable fangs or claws. The man took a deep breath of air before shutting his eyes again, regaining his focus as Luke directed him to.

@jundlcndwastes : ❛ i think something's got me! ❜ | prompts always accepting !

Luke doesn't move, doesn't flinch, nor does he even open his eyes to peek and see what's going on. There's nothing jumping out at him that there's danger, so there's no urgency to move. He's usually alone while meditating, but today he had company, and it seemed like his company was being bothered by something. It was most likely one of the creatures that habituated the planet, peeked by curiosity as to what they were doing. There's a small falter in his pose, and as quickly as it happens, Luke regains it with a small adjustment of his shoulders accompanied by a small exhale of air.

"I'm sure you're fine. Try to keep your focus."

[amarearts]

Cyrus hates it here.

Thava Elv belongs to @thirenponds <3. Cyrus being chased by a big buff jedi lady pleases me haha.

[lokilaufeys]

do you think.....do you think that ahsoka will refer to the baby as a “baby yoda”??

will be actually hear someone on the show use the words baby yoda?

I don’t think I’ll survive that

[jundlcndwastes]

CYRUS SHOULD HAVE BEEN A JEDI AT THIS POINT. Years ago he had only been a Youngling, learning the ways of the Jedi Order until he was ready to become a Padawan. From there he would have been trained by a Jedi Master until one day he would, at last, become ranked as one himself, swearing an oath to protect the peace in the galaxy until his dying day. Unfortunately for him, fate had a different story for him . . . for them.

Cyrus could still remember the terror from that day, all those years ago, and that very bone-chilling fear still seemed to settle in his bones. There was good reason to be scared, too, with the Empire as threatening as it was before, especially for people like him. Anyone Force-sensitive was a target, especially the Jedis in hiding. Cyrus was one of them and trying to blend into plain sight. Only now someone had finally caught wind of him and he was trying to deduce whether this was a threat or not. Every fiber in his feeling said to RUN, not to trust anyone ever.

❝ We all move forward in different ways. Keeping a very low profile is the only way I've known to survive the Empire and the Inquisitors. ❞

RICHARD SIKEN / WAR OF THE FOXES || @jundlcndwastes​ / Cyrus whispered, ‘ We all move forward anyway. Ripples in all directions. ‘

     “Is that what you call this?”

Words choked up from his throat, caught somewhere in the afterlife of his breath and the jaw casing that hid his mouth, his teeth. Tilting his head, he regarded the other with nothing short of disdain, forgoing whatever wisdom the words might hold, for the both of them. Khan had felt the other’s presence, shivering in the Force like a dying star. Suffocating. 

     “Moving forward?” he continued, slowly pacing and never nearing, “You seem quite stagnant, fisherman.”

[chokemeanakin]

Okay so I was thinking maybe something along the lines of fluffy Anakin coming home from a long mission and just wanting to be held and loved on by his significant other? I was thinking of stuff like running fingers through hair, forehead kisses, gentle caresses and the like please! Thank you love!

Thank you for the request! I had such a good time writing it 🥰 (also I totally wasn’t scream-crying to Miley Cyrus’s ‘Look at You’ the whole time🥴🤫)

Masterlist

Read it on ao3

Loving on You - Anakin Skywalker x gn Reader

You had been waiting for Anakin’s arrival all day, excited to see your secret lover after he had been deployed on a mission for two whole weeks. You were in the middle of volunteering to guard the Jedi archives when he returned, and every second you weren’t running toward the star-fighter hangar was a second more that your patience was stretching thin. Jocasta Nu ended up setting you free early, noting the way you were antsily fidgeting and looking towards the windows.

An hour had passed since he arrived, and you were just leaving the archives. He must be finishing up his report to the Council, so you headed that way. Coincidentally, you ran into his master on your way over, almost smacking straight into him.

“Obi-Wan!” you exclaimed, out of breath. “I saw you and Anakin just got back from your mission. Do you know where he is?”

Something was off. The lines in Obi-Wan’s face looked deeper, eyebags more prominent, and the light wasn’t really reaching his eyes. He tilted his head behind him, gesturing to the dorm rooms.

“Unfortunately, you just missed him,” he sighed, “I believe he went looking for you in your room.”

“Are… are you alright?”

Obi-Wan forced a smile onto his face, although you could tell it took effort. “I’m just fine. Although I don’t think I can say the same for Anakin.”

Your blood immediately ran cold. “What happened? Did he get hurt?”

“No, no, he’s not injured. The mission was just… upsetting for him. I’m sure he’ll want to tell you about it.”

You blew out a breath of relief and then put a comforting hand on Obi-Wan’s shoulder. “I’ll let you get some rest then. See you tomorrow.”

He bowed his head at you and you went your separate ways. As soon as you turned the corner, you bounded down the hallways to your room. Closing the door behind you, excitement grew in your veins as you saw the soft glow of a light on in the living room. He was home.

You walked into the living room, not seeing anyone except for a metal ball floating a couple inches above the couch. Peering over the back, you saw Anakin lying down, floating the decoration around with a hard look on his face. He was still dressed in all of his Jedi gear, not even bothering to take off his boots.

“Hi,” you hugged the back of the couch, smiling down at Anakin with your chin on your hands.

As always, the feeling of seeing his face after so long sent warmth down your spine. There was always that fear, no matter how many times he assured you otherwise, that one of these days he would not come back from a mission. It kept you up on the nights he was too busy to send you a hologram message letting you know he was okay, and you found you had to throw yourself into miscellaneous projects to keep your mind off of worst-case scenarios while he was gone. Staying busy was your only way to cope with the fear... But oh, how sweet it was to know he was here now.

Anakin’s lips twitched into a tiny smile of acknowledgement before it disappeared. “Hi, my love.”

Your face fell. Yeah… Obi-Wan was right. Anakin was upset, and you were gaging that it was a sad kind of upset this time. You were used to his anger and frustration, but you’d be lying if you said his sorrow scared you the most. He could fall to such extreme lows, it was almost impossible for even you to pull him back. It really didn’t help that you were shit at dealing with emotions either.

You bit your lip, looking at the ball he was floating around in the air. “I heard the mission was tough.”

“We were successful,” Anakin huffed lightly and caught the ball in his hand, placing it on the table beside him. “Or at least, the Council seems to think so.”

“What happened?”

He began to pick at thread from the sleeve of his Jedi robe. “We took back the alliance with Lim’Shor. Drove the Separatists away. Dooku escaped before we could intercept his ship… which is typical.”

“So…” you tilted your head. You still weren’t sure what had him in such a forlorn mood.

Anakin played with his hands in his lap, twisting and pulling at the sleeves of his robe. He was frowning, not the usual boy who was usually so full of life and excitement after completing a mission.

“Lim’Shor is in the outer rims. A lawless planet where slavery is common. Even with this alliance… it’s not under Republic rule.” He paused, jaw clenching. “While we could help keep the Separatist’s oppression at bay, there was nothing we could do to help themselves.”

Oh. Fuck.

Anakin was very senstive toward the topic of slavery-- rightfully so. With his troubled past, and what happened to his mother… you couldn’t even imagine the pain and anger it had caused him, and still plagues him to this day. The nightmares, the grief, the unbridled rage. You had seen it all, those terrible side effects of living through such a horrendous practice. It was no small miracle he had turned out to be the kind, golden-hearted man he was today-- and no wonder why he was so upset right now.

You made your way to the front of the couch, pushing the table away so that you could sit on the floor before Anakin. Although he wouldn’t look at you, the guilt swimming in his eyes broke your heart.

“They’re right. There’s nothing you can do-- not yet, at least,” you offered quietly. “With the war going on, you can see why the Council needed you here. But once it’s all over, we can go back. We can free all the slaves, everywhere, just like you’ve always dreamed of doing.”

Anakin finally turned to look at you. There was a sparkle in his eye, and you were afraid it was a tear, but he was also smiling. It was a tiny, weak smile, but it was there.

“I would love nothing more,” he whispered, caressing your cheek with his finger. “Come here.”

He scoot over on the couch-- which was actually quite big to begin with-- so that you had room to slide on beside him. You were hesitant to touch him, seeing as how you liked your distance when you were hurting, but Anakin was the one that pulled you into him. He ducked his head and buried himself into your neck, breathing you in.

“We’re going to do it, I swear we will,” Anakin mumbled into your skin. “Every slave out there… we’re going to free them all someday.”

You couldn’t help but tighten your arms around his back, crushing him to your body. You wanted to take his past away, all the hurt he’s experienced, all his tormented memories, and the anguish of losing his mother. Your heart ached for the man in your arms, who always pretended to be so strong for others, but who you knew was secretly crumbling inside. He felt too much, too strongly, all the time. If only you could even take a fraction of that pain away…

“We will,” you vowed, rubbing your hand up and down the space between his shoulder blades. You didn’t think you could say anything else without your voice giving away the emotion building up in your eyes, so you settled for kissing his forehead, long and warm and lingering -- a promise.

You counted Anakin’s breaths as you felt them on your collarbone. Each one, you cherished with your whole being. He was here, he was safe, and he was broken but healing. He was in your arms, and you would do everything in your power to make sure he always made it back there.

You’re pretty sure Anakin fell asleep around breath number 102 or 103. Somewhere along the way, your hand had drifted to play with the soft curls at the base of his neck. He had shivered at the feeling, burying his head deeper into you. Now, his breathing was deep and even, and you thanked whatever Maker was out there that you were lucky enough to have this beautiful man, safe and sleeping in your arms.

*******************************************************

You stayed awake for hours, letting Anakin nap in your embrace before he slowly blinked his eyes opened and peered up at you blearily.

“How long have we been here? You must be so uncomfortable.”

“No, I’m perfect,” you ran your hands through his hair, messing up his curls so that they’d stick out at odd angles.

“Still, I should get off of you and take a shower.”

You didn’t want to let him go, but you got off the couch per his request and accepted the kiss he left on your hand before he left to wash up. You immediately felt cold without his body pressed against yours, already missing his presence.

While you waited for him to get out of the shower, you prepared some tea and jelly toast for him, almost certain he had had nothing to eat in the last week but those little nutrient balls he carried in the compact in his belt. You still didn’t understand how he could stand them.

You walked into your room where Anakin was shirtless, sporting nothing but his loose fitting sleep pants that now hung low on his hips. You tried to stop yourself from staring at his v-line as he ran the towel through his hair, drying it messily before throwing the towel in the hamper. He looked surprised when you handed him the food.

“For me?”

“Yeah,” you shrugged. “I thought you’d be hungry.”

Anakin set the plate of toast on the bedside table so he had a free hand to pull you close to him by your waist. He leaned down so he could kiss you, his lips pillowy and soft and heavenly after not feeling them against yours for so long. It was only meant to be a thank you kiss, but, well, you’ll take the blame this time for getting carried away.

You sighed in relief, melting into his figure as you traced the hard planes of his body with your fingertips. His bare skin was warm under your touch, muscles quivering with each pass of your hand. One day, you would spend hours mapping him out with your mouth. For now, you ran your hands down his chest, exploring the crevices between his abs, dipping into his v-line. He shivered at the feeling, setting the mug of tea down as well before sitting back onto the bed and pulling you with him.

You had no qualms about it. Kissing him was something you would never get tired of. When he pulled back so he could breathe, you continued planting kisses all over his face-- his forehead, cheekbones, nose, chin, jaw. He scrunched his face up and laughed, cupping your face between his hands and pushing you back.

“Miss me much?”

“You have no idea,” you weren’t even ashamed, pushing forward to kiss him again. You decided to deepen the kiss, tongue darting out to tease Anakin’s bottom lip, slipping into his mouth and tasting him for the first time in weeks. Oh God, you were in love. The warmth of him, the smell of him, the taste of him-- your head was filled with him, you were drowning in him. Him, him, him.

You traced his jawline with your fingertips as you slotted your lips with his, smoothing his eyebrow down with your thumb. Even the littlest touches had him turn to jelly in your hands.

Jelly…

You pulled back begrudgingly, his panting breaths on your lips testing your self-control by the second. “As much as I’m enjoying this, you need to eat.”

“I’ll be fast,” Anakin promised, and then got to work. He tried to cheat by giving you half a slice of toast, but you pushed it back and gave him a pointed look.

“Okay, all done,” he finished off the tea and tossed the dishes onto the bedside table again. Then he shifted closer to you, tilting your chin up so he could reach your lips. “Now, where were we?”

[persimminwrites]

Could you tell me about Rawl Squadron 😍?

UL!!!!! i would LOVE to talk about rawl!!!!! THANK YOU FOR ASKING MWUAH MWUAH MWUAH

rawl squadron is my squad of clone ocs!! i posted quite a bit about them when i was last on tumblr but they've undergone heavy revisions in the past month or so after not touching them for like a year sdkfjnskdfj right now i am reworking all of their physical designs so i dont have any new art but i hope to in the future!! and im also completely reworking their story right now!

rawl is in the 77th Attack Battalion or the "Serpent" Battalion (all of the squads are named after different serpent species!! and here's some info on what a rawl is) and is the personal squad of the battalion's jedi (think wolfpack for the 104th) previously they had a different jedi general, another oc of mine, but now cyrus is their jedi general!!

here are some pinterest boards for them if you're interested in how they would dress in modern clothing. there's also lots of tattoo inspo for all of them bc they all are heavily tattooed lmao.

NOW here are some intros for them (this was so hard to condense LMAO):

Lt. Barun (CT-3527) - first in command of the squad. batchmates with shir. his name means rain in farsi. he has a mech-arm from the same explosion that almost killed poke on their first mission as a squad. he does not like that he was put in charge and does not want to be in charge. he hates rules and loves thinking on the fly and improvising. he's impatient and reckless and has boundless amounts of energy. he's incredibly charismatic and very good at motivating people. he gets promoted to commander later in the war. pronouns are he/him. name is pronounced like bah-rune.

Sgt. Viper (CT-4091) - second in command of the squad. is the only member of the squad that only has one tattoo (a tattoo of a rawl - all members have some version of a rawl tattooed on them). is very quiet and reserved. he has compulsive tendencies and is a very by the book person. he is tense around the squad and doesn't know how to loosen up or be vulnerable which leads to him often feeling ostracized. he is incredibly level headed and who everyone looks to in a crisis situation even though he is the second in command. he is the best sharpshooter in the squad. pronouns are he/him.

ARC Trooper Clint (CT-9330) - clint is an ARC trooper and to quote my notes "basically a cowboy but make it nonbinary and gay as hell" skdjfnskdjfn he has a buzzed, shaved head that he likes to dye bright colors occasionally. they have one cybernetic eye from a mission gone wrong. very laid back and they speak with a drawl. loud! opinionated! extroverted! and adopted nitro as his introverted friend. best described as the life of the party. joined rawl later in the war and often takes other missions since they are an ARC. pronouns are he/they.

Cpl. Nitro (CT-8119) - nitro is a munitions and demolitions expert. he has dark hair that is greying at his temples. he has hearing aides due to repeated, close exposure of loud explosions and noises that have damaged his ears. he's incredibly quick witted and smart but also very blunt. he often comes off as cold and harsh. he is very introverted and Clint is his very best friend in the whole wide world. pronouns are he/him. (nitro was also the first one of the squad that i created <3)

Cpl. Carrot (CT-7149) - carrot has orange air (dyed) and has lots and lots of piercings. he is a Big Boy and he uses a Big Gun. carrot is that weird art kid. he's a hopeless romantic. very smart about specific topics but has no common sense. he is an incredibly genuine and caring person. gets hit on the most out of the entire squad but doesn't know why (its bc he's hot AND genuine). he painted the design on rawl's transport ship and he paints all of the squad's armor. pronouns are he/him.

Cpl. Shir (CT-3279) - batchmate of barun. he has long hair that goes down to his waist, but he keeps it in a braid most of the time. his name means lion in farsi. he is the Mom of the squad and also a pilot. very aggressive with his love and very protective. would fight a Sith with his bare hands if they threatened anyone in his squad. he is a very angry boy and often get in trouble for mouthing off to superiors. a cynic, a nihilist, and person who is deeply hurting!! pronouns are he/him. name is pronounced like shear.

Cpl. Robin (CT-4409) - his hair began to grey early due to a genetic mutation. he has freckles and an x shaped scar on one of his temples from a training accident. he is the scout of the squad and has the best reflexes. he is the definition of a puppy in human form. happy! excitable! friendly! and incredibly devoted to his friends. he hides his insecurities behind a bright smile and a laugh. he is best friends with jasper. pronouns are he/him.

Pt. Jasper (CT-5036) - jasper has vitiligo, something that he is very insecure about but that he grows to hate less and accept more after joining rawl. he is the best in the squad at hand to hand combat and is the squad's strategist. he is incredibly anxious, nervous and is not confident in himself. he is incredibly INCREDIBLY intelligent (like a genius) and very literal. humor often goes over his head. best friends with robin. pronouns are he/him.

Pt. Poke (CT-9651) - poke is bald and his head and upper body is crisscrossed with heavy scarring because of an explosion he was caught in during the first official mission rawl had together. he made a joke right after it happened. he has a spine implant that runs down his back, another result of the explosion that almost killed him. he is the jokester. the definition of a clown and will be cracking jokes in the middle of a mission. he gets dumb tattoos and on the surface it fits his personality but really he got them so that people would laugh at his tattoos and not his scars (he's very insecure about them). he is the jack of all trades of the squad. the glue that holds them together <3 pronouns are he/him.

oKAY AND DONE i did try to condense about 15 pages of notes but this is still very long whoops!!! THANK YOU AGAIN FOR ASKING ABOUT MY BELOVEDS!!!!

[nerdalmighty]

"What are the Jedi doing here?"

Prince Cyrus Vuundir makes his debut in Young Jedi Adventures' "Aftershock!"

[believe-in-alderaan]

My star wars OC and her child! (picture from 19BBY) LOTS of details below the cut-

Jayna was born on Chandrila and was trained as a seamstress. By the time she was a teen she lived and worked in the home of a senate member creating beautiful intricate pieces of clothing for the whole family. Shortly after she turned 18 she met Arun Saj, a man whom her employer introduced her to. He was from Lothal but would travel abroad to deliver goods from his family’s farm. They fell for each other hard and fast. Not wanting to leave his new love behind Arun proposed a whirlwind wedding and then he swept her away to his homeworld. 

They lived happily on borrowed land and worked to make a homestead farming fruits and vegetables as well as spinning yarn. Though they were relatively poor, Arun found a crystal that he had put into a silver ring for his wife to show his devotion to her. 

When the Clone War began, Lothal was hit with plague and famine and the couple was forced to leave the system in search of a better life. Impossible to find work without enlisting in the war effort, they finally landed on Taris, an urban planet full of swamps. They became droid repair experts and scrappers, helping dismantle crashed starships and also working on the machinery needed in order to do so. It was tough work but they had no other choice. It was there in 18BBY that Jayna discovered she was pregnant.

The war found Taris only one month into Jayna’s pregnancy. It was discovered that the planet held a wealth of ship building materials (besides that which was destroyed and scrapped). The republic, wanting to keep control of Taris, sent the 315th Clone Battalion, headed up by clone Captain Cyrus. Jedi master Aero Tithe from Pantora, and his padawan Dex Ridra from Corellia.

Planetary raids ensued from both Separatists and pirates. Arun was killed during a raid, leaving a devastated Jayna alone to birth and raise their child. She found sanctuary with the 315th, living in a small hut in their camp near the scrapyards and working for their ground troops with underarmour and equipment repairs. The clones treated her like she was one of them, often calling her “little sister”, even though she technically was older than all them. She also interacted with Aero and Dex. Occasionally Aero would have Dex assist Jayna, even asking that she “teach him what else to do with his hands besides wielding the force”. 

When baby Jai was about to be born, Master Tithe put the Jayna under the protection of the medical staff on his in-orbit cruiser, the Deliverance. Jayna and Jai ended up staying on the ship for a short time while Jayna recovered, then returned to their small home on Taris among the clone troopers. 

It was while living among the 315th that Jayna and her baby would witness the mortifying effects of Order 66...

[portiaphan]

DV Characters as Things Hannibal Buress Has Said

Alex: "I'm a gangsta, and gangstas don't ask questions." Yes they do ask questions! I thought that was a main point of being a gangster. "Hey, mothafucka, where's my money?" That's a question. "Do you want to die tonight?" That's a question too. "What? What?" That's two questions.

Alva: Gibberish rap is - I freestyle all the time, just hangin' out with friends. And sometimes when I'm freestyling, I'll lose my flow, you know, but I'll still wanna - I don't wanna just stop rapping because I lose my flow. So I'll just put in nonsense words till I can bring in regular words again.

Brielle: I couldn't imagine only being an actor or a writer. Because what the hell do I do when I'm not working? Mope?

Battista: I’m a dumb guy. My point of view is limited.

Bellamy: Why are you booing me? I'm right!

Beau: SIX PACK ABS! TEN PACK ABS! TWELVE PACK! What if I want an odd number of abs? What if I want a five pack to show people I'm still humble?

Bernadette: My other airport nemesis is airport security. I don't like them at all. They seem so dedicated to keeping bottled water out of the sky.

Calina: I acknowledge that I jaywalked, I apologize not for the act of jaywalking but how my jaywalking made you feel. I'll try not to jaywalk in the future while you're watching but trust that I'll do it for the rest of my life - it's the best way to go about being a pedestrian.

Castora: There's a lot of dudes in my neighborhood that have handlebar mustaches. Which is cool if you want to have a handlebar mustache but don't try to have a conversation with me like you don't have a handlebar mustache.

Catherine: He said, "Man, we are right by the Adige River. These buildings are 200-300 years old, they have rats everywhere. Even the five-star restaurants have rats!" Somehow he made me feel like the asshole for bringing up rats! I don't know what kind of jedi mind trick that was - it confused the hell out of me because I still ended up ordering food then.

Cyrus: So we talk for a little bit. She says stuff, I say stuff, she says stuff, I say stuff. You know how a conversation works.

Celeste: I get upset easily by people. I saw this guy- he was on the phone. He had the phone between the ear and shoulder like that, but he didn't have anything in his hands. Which is really upsetting! Who the hell do you think you are? This action for people that are multitasking. Where's your other task? You're not doing anything else.

Daphne: He'd be the worst real estate agent ever. "Right here we have a 34 bedroom house. Let me show you around the property. Great features to this place, some of the rooms have extra, smaller rooms in them."

Delilah: I was in Scotland for all of August and it was the darkest time of my life. Mostly 'cause they call cookies biscuits. I don't like that at all. It was an incredible culture shock for me, tough to adjust but I tried for a few weeks. Pass me the chocolate chip BISCUITS. Let's have biscuits and milk, everybody. I love Oreo biscuits. But, in the fourth week, I couldn't handle it no more. THOSE ARE COOKIES THOSE AREN'T BISCUITS. Those are cookies. Cookies are cookies and biscuits are biscuits. If you call cookies biscuits, what do you call biscuits 'cause I'm not saying scones.

Everett: I did not move to Verona with a plan. The first time I moved to Verona, I just popped up. My sister was living here in Verona. I just popped up. She had her baby and a husband, and I just popped up. "Hey, what's up? I got $200 and dreams. Let's do this."

Genevieve: I can't just look at a status and move along. I see a status got 36 'likes' — can't accept it got 36 'likes' and move along. I got to click on it and start reading the names of the people that liked it. "Oh, yeah. Jim would 'like' some shit like that."

Grace: Yo ma, money over everything.

Halcyon: Awe man, I gotta get a team. I don't have a team, I just have friends. I call up my friend, "Hey man, I know you're my friend but I need you on my team right now."

Hazel: You have a regular-sized tub and a miniature tub, the sink.

Henry: You never know what could happen when you go into a store - somebody might pull a Tonya Harding on you and break your knee cap. And now you got your knees all fucked up just ‘cause you wanted to get that vinyl.

Hugo: It sounds like God owed someone some money and they couldn’t get to him, so they murked his son. That’s what I really think happened. Jesus got stabbed up in an alley… but it’s easier to sell crucifixes. You can’t sell a pendant of someone getting shanked up in the alley. It’s a marketing scheme.

Ivan: Come to your place at 5:00 in the morning, eat your food, drink your drinks, leave at 6:30 without fucking like it’s cool. That’s a passive burglary.

Isabelle: Two separate charges $400 at Barnes and Noble. Who balls out of control at Barnes and Noble?

Juliana: Believe in yourself like one of those weird-ass clothing stores that only have six shirts in them. So many questions. How much do these shirts cost? How long have y'all been here? Why is there a DJ?

Katarina: Kill people, burn shit, fuck school, I hate spam emails! That's annoying! You think you have an email from a friend but it's spam.

Lucien: I believe in my ability to not spill food in my pants 'cause I'm a goddamn adult. And I've mastered the art of getting food from my plate to my mouth without messing up my jeans. You need to believe in yourself, too and get your life together, that's for babies. Have some confidence in your eating abilities and hand/eye coordination.

Lucrezia: I'VE ALREADY SEEN LIMITLESS.

Lillian: I'm not a club person, I'm more of a bar/lounge type of person. But, I'll go anywhere if you give me a free bottle of alcohol.

Mikael: I have weird aspirations. Like, I really want to kick a pigeon.

Matthias: It's a weird emotion when you're flattered and cynical at the same time. "Oh, that's nice that you would say that, but what the fuck are you up to?"

Marcelo: I just wear black and gray all the time. If you Google Image me, you'll just see a bunch of black and gray. It's simple. If I like a shirt, I'll buy six or eight of them, wear them back-to-back, and just wait for somebody to say something. "That's the same shirt you wore yesterday." "Yeah, but this one is fresh."

Maeve: When people go through something rough in life, they say, "I'm taking it one day at a time." Yes, so is everybody. Because that's how time works.

Nikolai: But this time, it was me and this old lady we were jaywalking together. We weren't together like that. But if we were, so what? Mind your business.

Odessa: It was a phone interview and sometimes when I do phone interviews and the journalist is boring, I just start saying crazy stuff to make it fun for me.

Olivio: There have been times I’ve been out, and my phone battery is at nine percent, and I was like, "Time to go home."

Orion: Don’t thank the lord. I gave you that compliment, thank me.

Priam: I lost my debit card recently, had five charges on it before I caught it. First charge, $30 Chuckee Cheese. Who goes to Chuckee Cheese as soon as they find a debit card? Are you serious?

Paola: I applied for a job at Starbucks. One of the questions was, 'Why do you want to work at Starbucks?' Uh, because my life is in shambles.

Pandora: I don't even know how to use a semicolon to this day, I use a comma every time. And you know what? If I email somebody and they get upset about me using a comma instead of a semicolon, that's not a person I want to work with anyway. And that's how you weed people out of your life.

Ramona: I went into this restaurant in Verona called The Two Gentlemen. Went into the bathroom at The Two Gentlemen, huuuuge rat in the bathroom at The Two Gentlemen and the rat looked at me like "the fuck you doing here?" That was his vibe, very negative vibe.

Rafaella: Sometimes I get drunk and I get into arguments with taxi drivers. And I get out the cab and I slam the door. That's not the way to win an argument with a taxi driver. The way to win is you get out of the cab and you leave the door open.

Regina: And that was the first time in my life, without any sarcasm, I could say, "What? You want a cookie or something?" Because any other time you say that, you being mean, but I meant it from my heart. "How many cookies you want, man? You want seven cookies? That's way too many cookies. You're being ridiculous right now. You can take, like, three or four cookies and get out of my face. Otherwise, you're taking advantage of my generosity."

Ronan: Wack.

Roman: In my hometown of Verona, I'm kind of a medium deal.

Theodora: We got interns at the job. You can just tell them to do stuff. You gotta be nice, though. I had this cat fax something. I handed him a couple of pages, and I handed him another page. I said, "Hey, man, fax something for yourself, too."

Tomas: Rap videos confuse me cause they have to be continued at the end but the never make a sequel. Where’s the second video? There’s so much suspense!

Trinity: I was at the airport and there was this kid, four or five years old walking with his mommy, fixed his fingers in a fake gun, and then took a shot at me. And I'm looking at the wall to see if there's something on the wall he could've been shooting at 'cause I'm in denial. I look back at him, he looks me in the eyes and takes too more shots. Now I'm hit three times, that's an act of aggression. I need to defend myself.

Valentina: Morpheus, Dorpheus, Orpheus, go eat some walruses. Orifices, porridges. Morpheus, Morpheus. Going to the Buffet and Walruses. Confidence, corpseses. Worcestershire sauce. Go into your orifices. Red pill, blue pill. Morpheus, walruses. Seashells by the seashorpheus. MORPHEUS DRINKING A FORTY IN THE DEATH BASKET.

Vivianne: "We'll keep you in our thoughts" With the other bullshit in your heads? No, keep me out of your thoughts, because I hear some of the stuff you talk about and if that's close to what you're thinking about, I don't want to be around that, so keep me and my family out of your thoughts, unless you're thinking of making me a sandwich.

[worldbecomefantasy]

 @hopespectre | x

⋙     ⋙ Cyrus is both surprised, and excited that the Jedi knew he used the force. He’s heard rumors- legends- that people can feel the force, and feel when people around them use it or what they’re doing with it. He’s never known if it’s true, or even a half truth. 

⋙     ⋙ He grins, and nods excitedly. “Yes Master Jedi. I don’t really know what I’m doing,” he admits, “but I’ve managed to use it to heal soldiers. Mostly on accident. Today was my first success with actually trying.”

[hopespectre]

Cyrus is curious. The Jedi has stuck around since the fight ended, and no one really knows where he came from or when he'll leave. So Cyrus isn't going to let his only chance of learning about the force pass him by. "Jedi Master Ezra, can you teach me how to use the force?" he asks, in the most respectful way he can- but not without the barely contained excitement showing through in his shifting and fidgeting.

     ezra can pick up on how the man is fidgeting.  but he feels his own face grow red; somebody calling him a JEDI MASTER, when ezra knows that he isn’t a knight, never mind a MASTER, just fills him with awkwardness.  but he somehow manages to contain that, before he merely lifts an eyebrow, trying to be every inch of a jedi that would make kanan proud:

     “ can you use the force, cyrus?  I THOUGHT I FELT YOU USING IT DURING OUR SKIRMISH. ”

[amarearts]

Tell us about Cyrus!

Aw man, this is still a bit of a work in progress, but I mean OCs tend to be right? Haha.

Cyrus is the twin brother of my trooper Mira. They are both under the impression that the other one died when the family was attacked by a Sith Lord. Mira managed to escape and Cyrus was wounded and dragged away by the Sith. The Sith in question is turned out to be his estranged uncle and he’s been his unwilling apprentice since.

Cyrus was a pretty soft kid and Sith training did a number on him, so most of him is a mess of cybernetics. He has definite light side tendencies but close to never goes against his master, so bleeding heart aside, he’s acted like his master’s executioner for quite some time. However, whenever opportunity is given he tries his best to avoid violence as much as he can. Cyrus is a firm believer in letting small things slide up until a point, where he instead tries to apply a lot of force as contained as he can to make sure people stay in line.

He comes off as standoffish and sarcastic. Mostly he tries to be unlikable to keep people away so his master doesn’t have any attachments to use against him. It has meant that he has requested a lot of agent changes over time (if he keeps working with the same ones during missions), since he has a tendency to protect them rather than sacrifice them.

Cyrus has a sort of rivalry/ friendship going with @gabedoodles’ jedi Samir. He really enjoys messing with him and running circles around him and Samir meanwhile has decided that this is the mess he’s going to have a crush on.

I’m still figuring Cyrus out, but he’s been a lot of fun to play with so far!

Thank you so much for asking ;o; <3