#now fynta is in charge

[cinlat]

These are the oldest images I have of Isashi, my WoL, from 2015 right after the Au Ra was released as a playable race. She was a miqo before that.

And here is my girl right before she died at the end of Endwalker. She changed things up a bit after her husband’s death and added the tattoos in his memory. He was always fascinated by her eyes, so she decided to accentuate that part of her face. Isashi took her job as the WoL light seriously and would work herself into exhaustion. She had a dry sense of humor, but enjoyed finding laughter in the joy of her friends. She died a hero and was immortalized in stone, song, and tapestries across the star.

Now, the fate of Eorzea is left in the hands of this disaster...No one is more surprised than her, I assure you.

I want more WoLs on my dash. Reblog this with the oldest picture you have of your WoL/OC, and then the newest photo you have of them. Show off what changed! Did they change race? Gender? Hair color? Hair style? Tell me about it!

[kunoichi-ume]

Word Count: 2178 Characters: Jurr Jinn and @cinlat‘s Kadu Jadon & Fynta wolfe Series: Jedi Sitters A/N: For those not familiar with Jurr, she was in an accident as a child that caused brain damage and her memory is solely dependent on implants. Jedi Master Kadu Jadon is a healer who specializes with cases such as Jurr’s who need round the clock medical supervision. (Totally stole this from @cinlat‘s first story about these two adorable characters because it explains them so well. I took her banner too, cause these two are so cute and I love how Jurr is looking at him here.)

Cinlat wrote this wonderful story about Kadu’s pining for Jurr and I just had to write them meeting, and how much Jurr does not like the idea. 

Jurr had to force herself not to run across the hanger toward the Thunderclap. To say she was excited about her new posting would have been an understatement. Part of her still thought this was a dream and that if she pinched herself she’d wake to find herself back in the Coruscant barracks that had been her home since her last deployment had ended. Her assignments were never long term, every CO she’d ever had felt she was a risk to the rest of the team and would dispute her posting with HQ until she was shuffled back into the mix of other soldiers with no permanent assignment.

This time would be different. Thanks to a chance encounter with Fynta Wolfe, the commander of Havoc Squad, that had turned into as much of a friendship as Jurr was able to maintain had helped her land the mother of all promotions.

Commanding Officer of Havoc Squad. Spec Ops. The best of the best.

Part of Jurr was terrified, unsure how she could ever be good enough to fill the Major’s role and the other couldn’t wait to start. She’d have a place, with no one to complain to HQ until they sent her away. Instead of being the liability she would have to be the backbone of her team.

It was going to be hard, but she could do it. She had to, the constant shifting around was slowly killing her.

In the end she managed to keep her dignity as she approached the ship with only the lopsided grin on her face hinting at how eager she felt. Jurr had been on the Fury before, after a rather rowdy bar fight ended up with her nose broken. Fynta had been thoughtful enough to have her medic tend to it. The woman did a great job too, Jurr’s nose was as straight as ever.

Major Fynta Wolfe was waiting for her in the main room of the Fury along with the Cathar male Jurr might have remembered being introduced to.

The blonde woman grinned when Jurr walked in, meeting her in the middle of the room to clap Jurr’s shoulder with her hand.

“Good to see you again Major,” she said with a grin before turning to the Cathar. “Sorry I’m terrible with names…” Jurr let her voice trail off, hoping to prompt him to fill in the blank.

“Kadu Jadon,” he supplied, holding out his hand. Jurr took it in her’s and was surprised by how much warmth she could feel. “It’s good to finally meet you, Trev talks about you often.”

Jurr almost dropped his hand in shock. “You know Trev?”

Kadu smiled at her reaction. “I do, we have been friends for a long time. If even half of what he says is true it’s going to be a pleasure working with you.”

She stepped back, eye narrowing into a glare as she turned to face Fynta again. “Excuse me? I thought I was getting to put together my own crew.”

Fynta grimaced. “You will, Garza just wanted me to put forth some names and well, Kadu here is part of the deal.”

Jurr crossed her arms tightly, her heart suddenly pounding at the implication of Fynta’s words. “Are you saying that there are conditions to my promotion?”

“It wasn’t my idea but yes.” Fynta gestured at Kadu, “he’s a Jedi healer that’s going to look after your health while in the field.”

Jurr saw red. This was so far out of line she couldn’t even think of a good comparison for it.

She was an adult damnit. A Captain in the Republic Military!

She did not need a babysitter.

It didn’t matter to her that he was a jedi, or a healer, he was there to babysit her and that was unacceptable. The nerve of that… Jurr paused in her internal tirade to take a few deep breaths before she said something she would regret to one of the very few friends she had.

Fynta Wolfe had done her a solid, recommending her for the positing of Havoc CO. HAVOC. Jurr wasn’t sure there were words for what a big deal that was to her. She had never expected her career to go far. When she made Captain she was told it was the farthest up the chain she qualified for, with her disability.

Not for the first time she wondered how different her life could be if she just wasn’t broken. Oh the doors that would open for her. She would know so much about herself that she couldn’t answer now, like her name or date of birth. Who knew how far her career could go then, she had a natural aptitude for soldiering after all. Hell she might not even been a soldier and maybe, maybe if she hadn’t been in that accident, she would have a family. Or a face that didn’t look like it had been run over by a speeder because, well, it kind of was.

Without these drawbacks all the things she knew she would never have, like love, would be possible.

And now her dream promotion was being tainted by the same blemish on her life.

“Jurr?”

Fynta’s voice pulled her out of her sulking and she spun around to fix the major with a one eyed glare.

“I do not need a babysitter.”

“He isn’t a babysitter.” Fynta retored, gesturing at the Cathar standing next to her, bag still slung over his shoulder.

“Then what is he?”

“He is a doctor, a healer Jurr, and a warrior.” Fynta stepped closer, “and he is here on Trev’s recommendation.”

“Why can’t I just have Trev with me?” Jurr didn’t care that she was actively whining now. The unfairness of the situation had her on the edge of an emotional breakdown.

“You know why, Trev has his own posting and none of the special skill Kadu has.” Fynta sighed. “Jurr you are making me be the reasonable one here and I don’t like it.”

Jurr folded her arms over her chest. “Easy for you to say, you're not the one who isn’t trusted without a minder.”

“What do you call Jorgan?”

Jurr looked up at her skeptically, “I hardly think the two things compare, do you?”

“Would you want it to?” Fynta asked with mischievous smile. Jurr’s face fell and Fynta knew she had crossed a line she shouldn’t have. She hadn’t come prepared to deal with the kind of emotions she could see the younger woman trying to hide and realized she was going to see some backup if this transition of power was going to go smoothly.

Crossing the room, Fynta punched in a holofrequency she had used several times recently to help get Jurr’s promotion set in stone. The holo only rang twice before it was answered, displaying a holographic image of a young man with more visible implants than even Jurr possessed.

“Hey Major, this is an unexpected surprise.”

Skipping all plesentaries, Fynta got right to the point. “Trev I need you to explain our arrangements to Jurr, I’m not in the mood to argue with her.”

Kadu was surprised by the sudden concern on the other Jedi’s face.

“Where is she?” he asked, not bothering to ask for any details about why he was needed to help explain the situation.

Fynta grabbed Jurr by the upper arm and hauled her in front of the holo. She had just turned to snap at the manhandling when Trev smiled and said, “what’s new, JJ?”

Kadu watched in fascination, sensing the sudden flare of the Force in a woman who he swore was a null a moment before, as the aggravation on her face melted and the tension in her posture released.

“Trev,” she said with a smile, “what are you doing here?”

Trev looked past her toward Fynta, “can you give us a moment?”

“Of course, we will just be over here,” she said, ushering Kadu toward the conference room. Once they were inside Fynta grimaced. “Sorry about that, I told Jurr about you but as you can see, her memory issues aren’t exaggerated.”

Kadu nodded and set his bag down before leaning back against one of the tables. “Is she going to accept me on the squad, or should I look forward to an argument everytime she sees me?”

Fynta shrugged. “Honestly, I don’t know. Jurr’s memory can be so unpredictable sometimes it’s hard to know if she will recall someone or not. The only advice I can give you is that the more she interacts with someone the more likely she will remember them.”

The holo clipped to the soldier’s belt chimed and she pulled it off to check the incoming frequency. “I need to take this, I’ll be back and hopefully Trev can calm her down.”

Kadu watched her leave the room before sighing. He had taken this assignment as a favor to his friend, but Trev had failed to mention that the Jurr he always spoke so fondly of would hate the idea. He hoped the man could soothe her concerns away because, honestly, the healer in him was fascinated by what little he knew of her condition.

As the silence of the conference room settled around him, Kadu could hear the conversation from the other room. He didn’t particularly like eavesdropping, but short of plugging his ears there was little he could do to prevent his acute hearing from picking things up.

“Trev you don’t understand,” Jurr said from the other room, sounding obviously frustrated.

“Then I need you to explain it to me,” Trev said with far more patience than Kadu ever imagined he had. “I thought this promotion was something you wanted.”

“It is,” she sighed, “but I don’t want my entire life to be dictated by how broken I am.” The tone of her voice made Kadu wish he could see her face, to see if he was imagining the pain there.

“You are not broken Jurr,” Trev said firmly. “You’re are just a little different, that’s all.”

“That’s easy for you to say,” Jurr said as Kadu decided to chance moving closer to the door. If he was going to hear their entire discussion, he might as well see it to give himself a better measure of the woman whose health he would soon be in charge of. “You’re implants don’t hold you back the way mine do.”

“I know, but you can’t let that stop you Jurr.” Trev smiled kindly, “if you do then you’re letting it win.”

“Doesn’t mean I have to like it.” Jurr crossed her arms, “honestly Trev if I had anywhere else to go I think I’d just bag this whole army thing.” She tried not to think about how lost she would be without the military and that, if she managed to live long enough to retire the way Fynta had, she would probably have to return to the doctors and their experiments for lack of a home to return to.

“You don't mean that Jurr, you love being a soldier. The traveling and getting to help people, and don't even try to say you don’t love blowing things up.”

She tried not to smile, annoyed that he had seen through her bluff. “I do I just… I’m tired Trev. I’m tired of being shuffled around because no one wants to deal with me, and being treated like an invalid and a liability. Half my COs wouldn’t even listen to my ideas because they doubt my ability to think critically.”

“That’s why this is such a good opportunity for you. You will be the the CO, no more being shuffled around and Kadu is a good man. He’s been my friend for years.” Jurr looked away from Trev with a petulant expression on her face. “Jurr look at me.”

Reluctantly she turned back to his holo with a frown.

“I know this is hard to accept, but I had a really good feeling about this.” Trev smiled, “such a good one that I send you a package of your favorites.”

Jurr’s face lit up in a grin, “really? Will it be here soon?”

“It should be yes, but you can only have it if you accept the position and be nice to Kadu.”

Her grin turned back into a frown. “How ‘nice’ do I need to be?”

Trev laughed as Fynta walked back into the room, her own holocall over. “Just don’t shoot him and we have a deal.”

“Deal.”

“Oh good, you talked some sense into her.” Fynta smiled as she gave Jurr a friendly punch to the shoulder, before waving Kadu back unto the room. “You’ll see. This is going to be good.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Jurr grumbled, looking over at Kadu before a mischievous gleam entered her eye. “If you think keeping up with me is going to be easy, you are in for a surprise.”

Kadu wasn’t sure if he was concerned by the look in her eye, or excited, but he was looking forward to finding out.

[cinlat]

When One Person’s Face Is Scrunched Up, And The Other One Kisses Their Lips/Nose/Forehead - for Fynta and Jorgan PLEEAAASE

And look! Your picture is PERFECT for this one. Thank you for the ask, I really wanted to give Jorgan the chance to be the flirty one here. This is set after their first kiss, but before the infamous “R&R” scene. Hope you enjoy it! 

Word Count: 687

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Jorgan stood in the doorway, a smirk permanently fixed to his lips while Fynta snarled at the datapad in her hands. She was on her bed, legs crossed in that way females had while stabbing the screen with so much force that he heard her nails clack against it. “Need help?”

Fynta’s dark blue eyes burned with an intense fury that stole Jorgan’s breath when she looked up. He shouldn’t be drawn to this woman. She was his commanding officer and a Mandalorian, two things that should send him running for the door, not sliding it closed behind him so that they wouldn’t be disturbed. 

Sighing, Fynta dropped the datapad and rubbed her temples. “Fierfeking inventory requisitions forms.” She waved a hand at it with a snort, lip curling in an impressive display of disgust. “Elara should be brought up on a charge for making it look so easy.”

Jorgan lifted a brow and held out his hand. Fynta gestured for him to sit, and Aric slid onto the mattress with more ease than he should feel. It was difficult to put his relationship with Fynta into words. Unwise, probably. Unsanctioned, definitely, but that hadn’t stopped their first kiss or the ones that followed. Jorgan admitted that he’d started down a slippery slope without looking back and no idea where it would lead. 

Picking up the discarded datapad, Jorgan swiped through the forms still needing completeion and shook his head. “You haven’t made much progress.” He left it unsaid that she’d been working for two hours. 

Fynta punched Aric's shoulder with a mocking quip before snatching the device. “If you’re not going to help then sit there and look enticing.”

Jorgan chuckled, leaning back against the headboard to lace his fingers behind his head. It was strange to feel so comfortable with a woman. In past relationships, he’d kept work and his love life separate, never allowing one to bleed into the other. It had led to quiet evenings and stalled conversations. 

Minutes passed before Fynta’s eyes narrowed at the screen. “I said enticing, not distracting.” Though she didn’t look at him, Jorgan knew he had her complete attention. He arched his back in a stretch the way he knew she enjoyed.

“Aren’t they the same?” Jorgan folded his arms, enjoying the way Fynta's brow furrowed while she forced her gaze to remain on the datapad. 

It was late enough that the rest of the squad had turned in, leaving them in peaceful solitude without her room. A wave of uncharacteristic giddiness swept through Jorgan, prompting him to lean close enough to hear Fynta swallow. “Am I distracting you?”

“Of course not,” Fynta snapped, though the deep lines creasing her forehead and force with which her lips pressed together said otherwise. 

Aric let a low rumble roll through him as he shifted closer. Fynta shivered but refused to look up. He enjoyed her reaction more than he should, the knowledge that his primal nature didn’t frighten her the way it had his previous partners; Fynta wanted more.

“How about now?” Jorgan asked, pressing a kiss to Fynta’s cheek. She sucked in a breath, eyes widening and almost darting in his direction. Jorgan pushed on, brushing his lips against her ear. Fynta's chest rose and fell faster as he followed her hairline to press another gentle kiss to the crease in her forehead. Fynta sighed, eyes drifting closed. “Distracted yet?” 

“I’m not that easy,” Fynta growled through a shaky voice and rigid posture.

Jorgan failed to hide his amusement, letting his mouth curve into a smile while he trailed kisses down the bridge of Fynta's nose. He paused to breathe in her scent, their lips inches apart. “You’re sure?”

“Fierfek.” Something clattered to the floor at the same time that Jorgan’s back hit the mattress. He laughed into Fynta’s mouth when she pinned his hands above his head, her weight centered on his stomach. “This doesn’t mean that you win,” Fynta grumbled in between playful nips and stolen licks.

Jorgan couldn't answer with Fynta's tongue in his mouth, and he preferred that to sorting inventory requisition forms, anyway. 

[cinlat]

I was tagged by @dingoat and I stealing her layout because that was adorable. I love Ahuska. 

Let’s tag.... @tishinada @melissagt @chivalin @cole-saberhagen (no idea who’s done this, still behind.) 

Full name: Fynta Wolfe *artwork by @foreverfornever

Occupation: Mandalorian, but she moonlights as a Republic Commando.

$ Financial : wealthy / moderate  / poor / in poverty / Monkish poverty

✚ Medical : fit / moderate / sickly / disabled / disadvantaged / non applicable

✪ Class or Caste : upper / middle / working / street trash / slave / unsure / army grunt

✔ Education : qualified / unqualified / studying

✖ Criminal Record : yes, for major crimes (let’s not pretend this is a surprise) / yes, for minor crimes (or this, she’s seen the inside of a few cells) / no / has committed crimes, but not caught yet / yes, but charges were dismissed (She’s had an interesting career)

[ FAMILY ]

◒ Children : had a child or children / has no children / wants children  / can’t have children (open to adoption)

◑ Relationship with Family : close with sibling(s) (it still counts if they want to kill each other) / not close with sibling(s) / has no siblings / sibling(s) is deceased/ reconnecting with sibling

◔ Affiliation : orphaned / adopted / disowned / raised by birth parent(s)  / not applicable / raised by hired help / fostered / Taken by the Jedi as an infant

[ TRAITS + TENDENCIES ]

♦ extroverted / introverted / in between

♦ disorganized / organized / in between

♦ close-minded / open-minded / in between

♦ calm (deadly so at times) / anxious / in between

♦ disagreeable / agreeable / in between

♦ cautious / reckless / in between

♦ patient / impatient / in between

♦ outspoken / reserved  / in between

♦ leader / follower / in between

♦ empathetic / unempathetic / in between

♦ optimistic / pessimistic / in between

♦ traditional / modern / in between

♦ hard-working / lazy / in between

♦ cultured / uncultured  / in between

♦ loyal / disloyal / loyal unless their trust is betrayed 

♦ faithful (well, she is now) / unfaithful / in between

[ BELIEFS ]

★ Faith: monotheist / polytheist / atheist / agnostic / Believes, just doesn’t like it 

☆ Belief in Ghosts or Spirits: yes (she got zapped by one on Yavin 4, it convinced her)  / no / don’t know /don’t care

✮ Belief in an Afterlife: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

✯ Belief in Reincarnation: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

❃ Belief in Aliens: yes (this is a given, right?) / no / don’t know / don’t care

✧ Religious : orthodox / liberal / in between / not religious

❀ Philosophical : yes / no / kinda sometimes?

[ SEXUALITY & ROMANTIC INCLINATION ] *artwork by @dingoat

Sexuality: heterosexual / homosexual / bisexual (but, married to a Cathar, so no more exploring) / asexual / pansexual / queer / undecided

❥ Sex: sex repulsed / sex neutral / sex favorable / naive and clueless

♥ Romance: romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favorable / naive and clueless / romance suspicious

❣ Sexually: adventurous / experienced / naive  / inexperienced / curious

⚧ Potential Sexual Partners: male (Basically Jorgan now, but back in the day...*bolds them all*) / female  / agender / other (I mean, SW offers a lot of options) / none / idk

⚧ Potential Romantic Partners: male (Only Jorgan ever got this far) / female  / agender / other / none / idk

[ ABILITIES ]

☠ Combat Skills : excellent  / good / moderate / poor / none

≡ Literacy Skills : excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

✍ Artistic Skills : excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

✂ Technical Skills : excellent / good (when it comes to slicing) / moderate (when it comes to mechanics) / poor (when it comes to ship repair) / none

[ HABITS ]

Drinking Alcohol: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / alcoholic

Smoking: trying to quit / quit / never / trying it / rarely / sometimes / frequently / Chain-smoker

✿ Recreational Drugs : never / quit  / tried it (it didn’t go well) / rarely / sometimes / frequently / addict

Medicinal Drugs : never / no longer needs medication / some medication needed / frequently / to excess / only if prescribed / stubbornly resists

☻ Unhealthy Food : never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / binge eater WHERE ARE THE GODDAMN DONUTS (I’m just going to leave this answer here... Ahuska and Fynta should grab eats sometime @dingoat)

$ Splurge Spending : never / rarely / sometimes (usually on weapons or Jorgan) / frequently

♣ Gambling : never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / compulsive gambler

[cinlat]

15: “Don’t die on me– Please.”

I know this is not what you had in mind, but this prompt ran away with me. Hope you enjoy it as much as I did!

Btw, I’m still accepting prompts from this one, but I might just write them all myself because there are so many good ones. :D

Jaws of DefeatWord Count: 706

Fynta’s pod groaned under the pressure of another hit. A warning flashed in the top, left-hand side of her screen that her shields were down to thirty percent. The dots cluttering Fynta’s radar scattered like a swarm of insects while she tried to stay alive. Their objective was in sight, all she needed was a clear shot.

“Uh, boss.” Cormac’s voice echoed through the cramped cockpit, and Fynta glanced to her right to find his beacon on the nav-screen. “I’ve got four on my tail, and I can’t shake them.”

Fynta jerked the steering column in her friend’s direction, only to be cut off by half a dozen bogies. She snarled and veered off course, pulling them in her wake. “You’re going to have to manage, big guy. I’ve got my own issues.”

Cormac cursed. “I don’t think I’m going to make it.”

Fynta glanced at the radar to find that her own situation unchanged. “Don’t you die on me, soldier!” Only silence met Fynta’s command, and she swore a string oaths that would have made her father proud. She’d already lost Aric and Vik, Cormac had been her last man standing.

Checking her fighter’s ammo supply, Fynta set the blasters to automatic and charged straight through the line of drones protecting the Mothership. Her shields dropped faster than Elara in a Mandalorian drinking game. Fynta knew that she’d have to fire the ion torpedoes now, or risk blowing the entire mission.

The drone directly before her exploded in a soundless fireball, and Fynta fired her entire payload. “Go on.” She willed the four blips on her screen to break through the main shielding.

“Shield at five percent,” the onboard AI offered. Fynta ignored it, fixated on the final white dot that inched closer to her target.

“Please.” It was going to make it, Fynta could feel it.

Fynta’s pod went dark and dropped so fast that her stomach rolled. She stared at the blackness, unable to accept such a crushing defeat. The door hissed, and light flooded the small compartment, followed by Cormac’s face. “Better luck next time.”

Curling her lip, and Fynta intentionally ignored the large, flashing GAME OVER sign on the screen as she clambered back into the overwhelming noise of the arcade. “Damn it,” she cursed again. “We were so close.”

Vik and Jorgan leaned against a couple of racing machines, both with arms crossed, looking far too similar for comfort. Two runts scampered between Fynta and Cormac to climb into the vacated domes to try their luck.

“Look on the bright side,” Cormac began as they exited into the shopping complex. “We’ve got three more days of leave. There’s always tomorrow.”

“Not a chance in hell,” Vik spat. “There’s a piece of ass out there with my name stamped on it. Later, losers.”

Fynta stuck her tongue out at the retreating Weequay before cupping her hands. “Be nice, Vik.” She paused for effect. “And tip her well!” Her efforts were rewarded when Vik flashed a rude hand signal over his shoulder. Fynta felt much better.

“As much as I hate to leave you to pout alone, boss. I promised Elara that I wouldn’t play games all day.” Cormac offered a sympathetic smile and a slap on Fynta’s back that stumbled her forward. “You two stay out of trouble.”

Fynta kicked at Cormac before starting in the opposite direction with Jorgan. They walked in silence while she fumed over the stolen victory. “Would shooting something make you feel better?” The Cathar asked with an undeniable twitch of lips.

“Twenty-seven fierfeking points, Aric.” Fynta threw her hands up. “That’s all that stood between me and the high score.” Jorgan’s smile grew, but not enough to show teeth, he rarely did that in public. “Yes,” Fynta finally admitted. “Shooting something sounds great.”

Jorgan’s low chuckle send a chill up Fynta’s spine, and she slid a lustful gaze his way. “Maybe you can help me unwind afterward?”

They had to be careful this close to base. No doubt their fraternization would be noticed. Aric’s response was a heated look that promised a full night and late morning. When he spoke, it was in a husky tone no louder than a whisper. “You’ve got a deal.”