#ofthestcrs

[etxrnaleclipse]

Cont. from @ofthestcrs || Isabella and Nahuel (x)

"Yeah, you." Isabella chuckled slightly, relaxing her shoulders as she scanned over his form where he sat. "Sounds like you need a vacation or something. Just, you know, get away from all the responsibilities you've got." As someone with no relationship and no children, she considered herself lucky that she faced little burn out like others could. It was why she would always check in on her colleagues.

"Why don't you take a break, let me grab you a coffee, hm? You'll be seeing those papers in your dreams tonight if you don't pause for a little while."

[kylo-wrecked]

{ cont'd from here }

Ren's helm bore down on Kai's.

"No," the totem modulated, shaking itself slowly. Softly, for all its brutality. "I think you'll find we're not, and it doesn't."

He approached her softly, softly as one could tread a minefield. His boots sifted the gravel in a whisper, and Ren whispered to Kai. They could parse each other's minds with their fingers even while she held her fists at her sides and he gripped his hilt.

There was such pain there. He didn't have to sift through the images; it was as strong and certain as the moon and tide. The twenty-five-boned constellation of Ren Prime rattled in his stole. Such pain, such pain.

"You may be able to mask with him." Snoke, the malformed old tumor, fool enough to sit on a throne, to think that distance gave him some advantage. "I know."

Ren, the solid work of shadow that shouldered the meager space between himself and Kai. He knew. His chromium lattice slipped sideways in his study of her, the agile brawn snapping with tension.

"I will never be finished," he said, hand on hilt. Panthering, crunching gravel, black totem boring. "Worthy. I invite you to try and make me either. Bring this all to an end. The Ren. Me."

He sidled around her armored back and felt her entire body compacted with inner suffering yet to be focused and exercised. Kyber rage. Anger was useful for a time, but there could be something more—something the Ren might like to cut its teeth on.

"You can end it right now," the helm hummed. "But you'll have to answer to the Supreme Leader when you do. Won't you?"

@ofthestcrs

[lightsiided]

@ofthestcrs liked for a starter !

     the quiet that surrounds them is companionable. it always is. there's an understanding between them that was formed long ago, a sort of knowing that enables rey to glance at finn and know whether or not they're thinking the SAME THINGS. now is no different. though they sit silently, watching the stars together in the grass, she's certain their minds wander along similar paths, all at once considering everything that has happened these last few months and everything that has yet to happen. what is waiting for her out there? for both of them?

possibility keeps her up at night. the uncertainty -- the not knowing -- makes it impossible to find PEACE. even in dreams, her mind races with a thousand routes she could take. millions of closed doors seem to stare back at her everywhere she goes. which should she choose? how is she supposed to DECIDE?

rey is the first to speak, shattering the stillness between them. her cheek turns in the grass so she can look over at finn where she's lying on her back. "what do you think you'll do?" she asks, "when all of this is OVER?" it's been on her mind more than usual, lately. it's not as though there's a reason for it to be. things are as terrible as ever; the war continues to rage on. but in her private moments, she can't help but to fantasize about it. to wonder. to hope that her survival is a foregone conclusion, and that what awaits all of them is something SPECTACULAR.

[lcveblossomed]

Ambrose looks Caleb over with a deep hunger in his eyes. He is just so handsome so ethereal looking. It truly astounds him to know that someone like Caleb has any interest in him. Just some old man someone who he shouldn't give a shit about. Yet here he was trying to impress him and God it impressed Ambrose every time he looked at him.

He runs his hands up and down the sides of Caleb's body. "You're joking, right? I mean look at you... shit you are the most gorgeous thing I have ever seen. And this outfit well it just makes you look perfect."

@ofthestcrs // continued from (x)

[hoovedrycal]

@ofthestcrs liked for a smoll thing.

the alien prince noticed the ship that was in front of him. he was familiar on how fly one he has is able to do so. regulus looked up at the large spacecraft. " this reminds me of the cervid blade ship back home.." he mumbled. he walked up to the thing, and he touched it. regulus wondered what to do. " are you asking me to fly this thing? a-are you SURE about this?" dark eyes made a blink. regulus looked up then back at the pilot. this human, was the best pilot he had met though.

[mayxthexforce]

Trying To Light Up the Dark || Feemor & Anakin

Starter for @ofthestcrs

Feemor could vividly remember the last time he'd seen Obi-Wan look so worried.

It was such an infrequent thing for Obi-Wan to actually reach out to others when he felt worried or upset, that it wasn't hard for Feemor to remember when or why the last time Obi-Wan approached him seeking some sort of guidance was. It'd been 13 years ago, back when Obi-Wan was freshly knighted and already in charge of a Padawan, seeking some advice from Feemor, who'd already trained a Padawan of his own to knighthood.

Now, once again, the reason for Obi-Wan's concerns was Anakin.

This time around, however, Obi-Wan's worries had nothing to do with not knowing how to take care of a child, and everything to do with knowing that Anakin wasn't doing so well, but not knowing how to help. It was ironic, karmic in a way, because Feemor also remembered how much Qui-Gon and Yoda struggled to understand how to help Obi-Wan during his Padawan years. Oh, how the tables had turned...

Feemor had been able to provide Obi-Wan with what —they both hoped— could be the beginning of a solution. Feemor needed a second adult to assist him with the younglings anyway...

From what he'd heard from Obi-Wan, Anakin wasn't all that thrilled about having to 'deal' with children all day– which made Kenobi a bit hesitant. But Feemor assured him that that was always the case with everyone who had to help with the younglings, and that like with most others, Anakin would most likely come around.

Though, just in case Anakin decided not to show, Feemor hadn't told the children they'd be having someone in class with them. So, they stared quite openly when the two walked in.

"Children, this is Anakin Skywalker," Feemor introduced him.

"Hello Master Skywalker," came the chorus of small voices, with a couple, quieter, shyer "Hello"s in the mix.

"He'll be assisting me in class. I want you to be nice to him," Feemor told them. His gaze then turned to Anakin. "Why don't you tell them a little about yourself?"

[piecesofacrow]

"Call me Santa."

"Cause I've got the ho ho hos."

[spokewar]

@ofthestcrs // forgotten starter call :(

"You have been on the run—by yourself—this entire time?" She is either very unlucky or very good at hiding (though, given who they are, likely both); Obi-Wan has been making it his business to gather all the younglings he can and scatter them throughout the outer-rim planets to give them the best chance at life. The younger ones are the easiest, families tend to take pity on them and within a few years, they will forget their brief stint in the temple's creche. He collects sabers from the rogue troopers he can no longer differentiate, locks artifacts away in cavern tombs and begs the Force that no one find them until their nightmare is over, and smuggles what he can to the few sympathizers they still have. It never feels like enough.

Obi-Wan would like to think no one actually hates the Jedi, that they just fear what will happen if they don't. The thought does little to help him. Children are still dying, temples are being raided, and he is running out of time. There's a timer on this era of life, the rogue Jedi, and he knows he can't keep running around the galaxy forever. They will find him and his work will be undone.

There is a question he already knows the answer to, but he wants to hear it anyway and he asks, "what happened to your master?"

[thatslayer]

semi-plotted thing for @ofthestcrs

Faith finds her way out the back door, off it's hinge, by way of the kitchen that's so littered with solo cups and beer bottles that it's almost hard to walk through it without stepping on something. The crowd inside is loud enough that she can still hear the roar of laughter, the whoops and hollers everytime someone loses a round of strip Twister. Can't quite tell if the party's as suck as it seems or if she's just in an off mood, because she's been in an off mood for days and no amount of thrill-seeking's done anything to lift her spirits.

She stops in the middle of the driveway to light a cigarette, glances up at the basketball hoop over the garage and wonders who in the hell even has those things? How much money do you have to have that you'd blow any of it on a garage that looks like a house? Whatever. Rich people. She clips the lighter closed but the scrape of metal-on-metal isn't the only sound. Faith pauses, slowly starts to look behind her, "You know you're gonna get your ass caved in, right?"

[hellfiretigers]

@ofthestcrs: “i’m not sure how to keep you safe.” from Steve to June

"you can't." june states bluntly, though there is a hint of sadness laced within her words. between her own self destructive tendencies and the life that she lives, there's no way for steve to keep her safe without endangering himself in the process. and june won't allow that to happen. she cares much more about others, about him, than herself. the last thing she wants is to see him get hurt because of her, "i'm a curse, steve. you can't keep curses safe. they'll just get you killed."

[sithsjedi]

“ Driving me insane is your idea of a good time? ”    …     @ofthestcrs   asked.

⤷ SOURCE: Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic Sentence Starters / ACCEPTING

— THE WORST HAS COME TO PASS.

CORUSCANT’S OPERA HOUSE was under attack. The sanctuary for the arts was no longer a sanctuary. In the midst of Macbeth, the Separatists had made good on their threats to attempt the assassinations of SHI’AL VALORUM and her godfather, CHANCELLOR PALPATINE.

⠀ SOMETHING WICKED THIS WAY COMES, indeed. Not for the first time since the dawn of the Separatist War, life imitates art.

“ Driving me insane is your idea of a good time? ”

Anakin’s incredulous question startled Shi’al from her state of deep focus, prompting the young woman to purse her lips in disapproval. Up here on the catwalk above the stage, she could see everything — and plot their escape. She turned to the Jedi Knight with her hands on her hips, determination setting her eyes ablaze.

⠀ ⠀ “ Driving you insane, no. Getting both of us out of here alive, yes. ” Shi’al snapped back, only to grace him with an apologetic smile immediately after. Her temper has reared its ugly head quite often as of late; the war had them all on edge. “ Rest assured, there is a method to my madness. ”

“ Ventress has demonstrated that she possesses some prior knowledge of the opera house’s layout — which, most likely, includes the backstage exits that she will be expecting me to utilize. She will not be expecting me to remain within this building, let alone be up here. This gives us a moment or two to regroup, and plan our next steps. ”

[sanguinesinners]

Random love for @ofthestcrs

Slender fingers refrained from carding through the man's dark locks, as close as Roman had sat beside the Wolf, he still wanted to apply some boundaries, that or he was still scared of even showing such tender affection.

But with some built up courage, a small stroke which had accidentally come out like a cautious pat against Caleb's head was made , followed by a smile by the Upir.

"Remember when Shelley did your make up and styled your hair?" The scoff that slipped his plump lips was familiar as to when he was once a giddy mischievous child. "She did a good fucking job. You looked so damn fucking pretty"

The chuckle was to push aside how cheesy that line was, and then he finally stroked a few feral strands away from Caleb's eyes "You always do"

[percentstardust]

@ofthestcrs

"She sits on a wing of an X-Wing, eyes looking up at the sky. Her legs dangle over the edge of it. For years on Jakku, she would do this same thing when she needed to think. She yearned to get off of the planet every time she gazed at the stars. She never left, always waiting for parents who were not even her real parents to return. That's in the past now. Rey is where she needs to be. She's found her real family and she has even made friends. She has come far from the lost scavenger she once was and yet....everything seems to be happening too much. She feels as though she carries a heavy weight on her shoulders. It is only appropriate. The Rebellion looked to her father as their Jedi hero. Was she not the same for the Resistance? She looks at Poe as he sits down beside her. "Want to know something I haven't really told anyone? I'm tired."

[lcveblossomed]

"You are in my damn way." Sadie says, her voice gruff and her glare deadly. She wasn't in the mood for whatever the hell this was. Standing between this woman and her car was a mistake. She had arms full of camping supplies and little patience. "Move or I'll make you move."

@ofthestcrs // modern rdr2 things

[thanaredreamtof]

closed starter for @ofthestcrs

Felicity had not said one word to any of the knights throughout the whole afternoon, as shame, anger, and sadness coursed through her blood. She walked, slightly with a limp now, as her side was still aching from where she had been tackled earlier, and blood dried on the side of her cheek from the impact. It was nothing however in comparison to the ache in her chest. How close she had been, she almost made it. She cast her eyes down to her restrained wrists, and thought she would surely be killed now.

She cursed herself as they walked. How could she have let herself get caught? She thought back over every move she had made in the last few days, and how she should have never gone to any civilisation. She should have found some hole in a forest and buried herself there till the night in question had passed - but it was too late now.

After awhile of walking, it seemed the party decided to have a rest. It made sense, she had made it quite far away over the few days,(but not far enough) and at least another two days travel would be, required even on horseback.

Some of the Knights set up a campfire, while others set up tents. She shuddered at the idea of spending the hours of darkness in the Knights presence, and all colour drained from her face as she thought on it.

As the men went about some of the tasks, she could feel some watchful eyes on her. She turned her head and met the eyes of one of the Knights, a tall, dark haired man. She watched him for a moment before approaching him. "Is this really necessary?" she asked, motioning to the rope around her wrists. "I mean...I know you all have been tasked with bringing me back, but this just seems a bit excessive". It was the first thing she'd said to any of them.

[mayxthexforce]

Moved from HERE

@ofthestcrs

The world around him feels like it’s being spun rapidly on its axis. His eyes loll for a moment before refocusing on her. He can feel the warmth of blood dripping from his forehead. His lungs feel like they’re on fire, but he smiles no matter how weak it appears.

“It’s okay.” He manages to say. “It’s okay to let go. It’s what Uncle Luke would have wanted.”

He was back. Ben was back. For the first time in years, he was back to her and just when things seemed to finally be taking a turn for the better, after all the hardships, the force wanted to take him away AGAIN.

"No..." she breathed out. "No! Shut up. I don't care what Master Skywalker would have wanted. He's an hypocrite if that's what he would have wanted."

The story of how Luke Skywalker brought his father, Darth Vader, back to the light through sheer willpower and love for his father had been what inspired Voe to be as determined as she was. It was also why she hadn't believed Ben back when everything had gone south, when he'd said his own uncle attempted to kill him. She still respected Master Skywalker and owed him so much but, right now, he and anyone who believed she had to let go could go jump into a sarlacc pit. She wouldn't listen to any of that nonsense from anyone, and that included Ben.

So she forced herself to ignore the ache in her muscles, pulling his arm until his body was around her shoulders while wrapping her own arm around his legs, hauling him up into a fireman carry.

"If you die-" her voice fails her, cracking into a sob that she forces herself to swallow back, intent on delivering a proper threat. "If you leave me again, I WILL follow you to the living force and I will beat your ass for the rest of eternity, Solo."

She spoke through gritted teeth, both to hold back the avalanche of emotions and because he was heavy. But she was determined to get him out of there.

"Keep talking," she practically begged. "Tell me anything- remember that time we stole Master Luke's ship? Your mother was so angry when we got back home... did she lecture you afterwards?"