#maría writes

[cabezadeperro]

wip wednesday

The commandos stay in the main body of the ship, and so does Seventeen, but Kenobi steps behind him into the cockpit, takes a seat in the copilot chair, hood still on. It hides his face from view: Jango presses his lips together and starts his pre-flight checks, the vessel coming to life all around him.  It takes Kenobi almost half an hour to say anything, which may be a new record for him. He waits in silence while Jango finishes prepping the shuttle for departure, listening quietly to Jango’s curt conversation with Control. He watches Jango input the jump coordinates into the nav computer, hands primly linked and on his lap, his long fingers invisible within his long sleeves. Jango can see the shadow of his pale face in its reflection on the transparisteel viewport, floating ghostly in the dark.  They’re given the go ahead. Jango gets them off the ground, the shuttle creaking alarmingly all around them. It settles slightly once they get higher, the Republic’s base and the nearby mines becoming pinprick points of light in the dark, the sun visible to the east like a flash of molten gold in the black night sky. He misses his ship.  The nav computer finishes its calculations right before they finally break atmo. Jango stabilises the ship, redirecting power to its sublight engines, putting some distance between them and the planet’s gravitational pull and the Republic vessels standing guard in orbit. “I have a bad feeling about this,” Kenobi says, voice sudden and unexpected in the quiet of the cockpit.  Jango eyes him. He snorts. He reaches for the level over his head, and they jump.

[feral-ballad]

Dulce María Loynaz, tr. by James O’Connor, from Absolute Solitude: Selected Poems

[Text ID: “Your hands have a strange clarity. Have you been walking among the stars?”]

[thehopefulquotes]

To build up a library is to create a life. It’s never just a random collection of books.

Carlos María Domínguez

[cabezadeperro]

thanks for the tag, friend!

let's see--

this was going to be my clone bang until i dropped off. let's see if by sharing this i actually come back to it lol

(gen fic. a canon divergent au where jango survives geonosis and rex is an arc trooper)

Fett is not afraid. He’s settled, steady. He looks at all of them with a knowing tilt of his head. Rex wonders if it’s on purpose: he moves like a man used to wearing armour, and he looks at them like he can see through the cheap plasteel plates and into the heart of what they are. He drops his hands once Rex is done with the cuffs and looks at the commando team over his shoulder. Rex wonders if he recognises them. He knows the commandos recognise Prime.

no pressure tags for @sankt-jesper, @elthadriel and @mandalorianbrainweasel

WIP Train WIP Train!!!

I have been invited to join the WIP train by @howdyrat (informally on discord LOL 🥰) Littled did Howdy know, I am incorrigible.

Rules: Post a minimum of one sentence (I'm adding: or line) of a WIP of your choice, and tag others to join the train!

[Today, 1117] Mav: [A photograph of all fourteen selected and potential aviators for the uranium mission in swim suits on the beach. Lieutenant Pete Mitchell is holding a football and bent down to spike it to Lieutenant Iceman Kazansky, who is crouched behind him. Arrayed around them are Lieutenants Bradshaw, Trace, Floyd, Bassett, and Avalone. The remaining seven aviators are arrayed in front of them in what looks like it might be making an attempt at a defensive line] Ice: Nice ass shot, Mitchell Mav: You love it Ice: That was sincere. What do I tell Cyclone you’re doing? Mav: Creating a team

(Operation Groundhog AU: Admiral Ice and Captain Mav often provide commentary over text ;) )

No pressure tags that weren't explicitly in the post I first saw:

@frostbitebakery, @asukaskerian, @oathkeeperoxas, @lambourngb, @goddammitjim, @brigittttoo, @lttrsfrmlnrrgby

[quotefeeling]

To build up a library is to create a life. It’s never just a random collection of books.

Carlos María Domínguez

[surqrised]

To build up a library is to create a life. It’s never just a random collection of books.

Carlos María Domínguez

[thoughtkick]

To build up a library is to create a life. It’s never just a random collection of books.

Carlos María Domínguez

[perfectquote]

To build up a library is to create a life. It’s never just a random collection of books.

Carlos María Domínguez

[resqectable]

To build up a library is to create a life. It’s never just a random collection of books.

Carlos María Domínguez

[kamwilliamsonn]

I'm okay - Mapi León

based off request here

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You woke up to soft kisses placed all over your face. "Mi amor, es hora de despertar." My love, it's time to wake up." ("My love, it's time to wake up.")

You let out a groan and roll over. "Es el día del juego, mi amor". ("It's game day, my love.")

Your eyes fluttered open, a soft frown fluttering on your face. "Tengo un mal presentimiento sobre el partido de hoy, mi vida". ("I have a bad feeling about today's game, my life.")

Mapi frowned softly, her hair coming up to move your bed hair from your face. "No pasará nada, no conmigo allí. Me aseguraré de ello". ("Nothing will happen, not with me there. I'll make sure of it.")

She was wrong.

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You'd ended up missing the ball entirely, catching her ankles and sending her to the floor in pain.

You'd stood up instantly, putting a hand out to help her out. But when she doesn't get back up, one of her teammates are instantly in your face, screaming at you and pushing you away.

Mapi was one movement away from stepping in, one more move and she'd get the person on you.

"Look, I'm sorry, I know, I didn't mean to!" You tried defending yourself, switching to English in hopes that she'd understand you. "Is she okay? Are you okay?" You asked the girl on the floor, about to move forward one more time when a fist came swinging at your face.

You dropped to the floor, holding your face as it bled, but you were instantly up when you heard an unrecognisable voice.

"¿Cómo te atreves? Ella no fue su intención. No, no me toques. No me importa si me cardas. ¡Mírala! No fue su intención, ¡mira lo que hiciste!" ("How dare you? She didn't mean to. No, don't touch me. I don't care if you card me. Look at her! She didn't mean to, look what you did!")

"Mapi, Mapi, mi amor, mi vida, estoy bien, vamos, estoy bien". ("Mapi, Mapi, my love, my life, I'm fine, come on, I'm fine".) You told her, one hand still holding your definitely broken nose as you stepped in between her and the player who punched you.

"Estás sangrando, eso no está bien". ("You're bleeding, that's not alright.")

You tried to wipe the blood off your hand so you could hope her with both but you just had to cover it back up due to the immense pain, Mapi was seeing red. She had to calm down.

"I'm okay." You switched to your first language. "I'm okay, darling, I'm okay. I'm going to be subbed off, and sorted out. And I'll be okay. It just means you'll have to be careful with my wake up kisses."

"You told me you had a bad feeling." She told you, regretting not just staying in bed. Feeling your body against hers.

"I know. But tomorrow, we have a day off, and we can sleep all day."

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You were wrong about that too.

Mapi had never been the most patient person ever, she'd woken up at 6am, and just laid with you, watching your chest go up and down with each breath, God, you were so perfect in her eyes.

She'd done that for an hour before she creeped out of bed and to the kitchen, waking you up with breakfast in bed and soft kisses placed over every inch of your undamaged skin, making sure to leave your broken nose well enough alone.

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I actually kinda love this- Mapi León is the love of my life, and this is in celebration of her goal today (and the request of course)

As always, my requests are in fact open, feel free to send anything woso and I'll give it my best shot

[stay-close]

To build up a library is to create a life. It’s never just a random collection of books.

Carlos María Domínguez

[cabezadeperro]

fox/cody annnd the hunger games for the movie prompt game maybe?

hiii friend!

this is less a proper hunger games au and more "but wasn't growing up on kamino kind of like the hunger games anyway?"

pre-something, kamino years. ~660w, T.

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Rainwater pools within the cave entrance and trickles into the slightly drier interior, turning the dirt into mud and filling the air within with its metallic smell. It ate through the bright greens and reds of their shell, and Fox’s nose and throat sting from breathing in the fumes without his bucket. He’ll lose points for that—one of the mission objectives was keeping their shell on for the entirety of the operation. Broken bucket in his lap, Fox follows the crack in the visor with his thumb, the sharp edges threatening to cut through his gloves and find skin.

‘24 stands across from him, just within the cave. His shell is splashed brown and red, and his bucket is still on. Fox can’t see his face, but he doesn’t have to: he’ll be scowling at the wilderness beyond their improvised shelter, like he can make it stop raining, like he can will the world to change if he wants it hard enough.

Fox looks away from him and down at his own lap. He can’t remember where he left his left greave: the fuzzy panic he’s been trying and failing to ignore for the past few hours spikes. He doesn’t know if there was anything in the mission dossier about losing equipment. 

“I think it’s slowing down,” ‘24 says suddenly. Fox ignores him. He focuses on breathing in and out, the air burning like acid. “Should start thinking about how we’re going to make it to our pick up.”

Fox has a broken tibia. He’s not making it anywhere, much less to the shuttle back to Kamino. He glares at ‘24’s still-turned back, fear and dread fighting it out with the familiar frustration.

‘24 exhales, annoyed. He turns around and steps properly inside the cave. 

Fox found it completely by chance. It’s a couple hundred metres from Fox’s lookout. He was planning to spend the night there after eliminating ‘24. 

He should have paid more attention to the terrain—he should have realised how wet and unstable the edge of the cliff was getting, he should have known that acid rain would eat through dirt and rock as easily as it scours paint off plasteel plates.

‘24 closes the distance between them and kneels on the mud next to Fox. He used his own single-use anaesthetic on the mess that is now Fox’s left leg. He doesn’t touch him now, but Fox can feel the weight of his gaze on him despite the bucket. 

“Ten-Ten—?”

Fox turns his face away, pressing his lips together. A part of him just wants to—cry. He is tired and cold and everything hurts, not just his leg, and he’s scared. He’s always known there was a non-zero chance of not making it out of training, but he’s beginning to realise that he never thought that applied to him. 

They might return and pick him up after everyone’s made it back to the shuttle. He doesn’t doubt Seventeen is very capable of leaving him to die there, if only to make a point, but the longnecks hate waste. Fox’s eight, he’s almost trained, and he’s one of the best in the officer track. 

‘24 is still watching him. Fox clenches his jaw and forces himself to look ‘24 in the eye.

If this world’s atmosphere or his broken leg or the wildlife don’t kill him, shame will.

“What are you still doing here,” he spits. ‘24 shifts. “You won.”

‘24’s hands turn into fists.

“I’m not leaving you here,” he replies, too loud. His voice cracks in the middle, slightly ridiculous in the quiet within the cave. Fox has the sudden urge to laugh, something awful bubbling up from his chest.

“I would,” he says. He means it.

The main mission objective was being first. Fox can read between the lines: that means making sure no one makes it back before you do.

‘24 tilts his head. Fox wishes he could see his face. 

“I’m not you.”

[feral-ballad]

Dulce María Loynaz, from These Are Not Sweet Girls: Poetry by Latin American Women; "Time"

[Text ID: "The kiss I didn't give you / has become a star inside me..."]

[thehopefulquotes]

To build up a library is to create a life. It’s never just a random collection of books.

Carlos María Domínguez

[scrollonso]

wlw marcmarc save me wlw marcmarc

[quotefeeling]

To build up a library is to create a life. It’s never just a random collection of books.

Carlos María Domínguez