#sophie's clones

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Sophie's Clones (My New MSA X DP ocs sonas)

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Juleka attempts to create the perfect creation/creature, daughter/son. They have Humans with Skeletons Ghosts Skeleghosts hybrids

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For @laurasanchez36

Sophie's Clones and Juleka (My New MSA X DP ocs sonas) belongs to my new msa x dp ocs sonas Clones and Enemy

[tangents-within-tangents]

*Echo’s comm goes off in the middle of a mission*

Rex: I thought I told you to turn that off

Echo: This is the ‘emergencies only’ comm code

Rex: Okay just make it quick

Echo: Omega, are you okay? What’s the emergency?

Omega: I can’t find my soccer shoes!

Rex:

Howzer:

Gregor:

Echo:

Echo: Did you check the-

[sophiethewitch1]

I wonder how the batboys would be with a reader with a MAJOR interest in foreign languages. I'm not just talking about knowing several languages, I'm talking about a reader who's also capable of using the basics of so many languages that people don't really tend to learn or even know exist (can you imagine casually speaking Burmese or Catalan in front of the boys??), and they know how to read numerous writing systems. Imagine if the Reader's room is just full of language textbooks and their phone is full of language apps

They'd be incredibly impressed, of course. They all know their fair share of languages, considering their job/hobby/personal exercise routine, but the level of effort and care you put in is astounding.

Tim, despite himself, immediately gets competitive about it. He needs to be on the same level as you, and understand you in all ways. And if you love something as much as you love languages, he needs to love it the same way too. So, get ready for quizzes and competitions galore. He probably adds you on Duolingo, even if you didn't give him your contact details, the little stalker. He wants to win (you).

Dick's absolutely over the moon if you decide to research his family's preferred dialect of Romani. He'll happily teach you and you'll have many quiet, whispered conversations together. The language is quite romantic (it is actually a romance language), just like he is, and he probably starts flirting with you all the time in Romani. Just, constantly hitting on you, but in a way only you can understand, so he doesn't get too embarrassed. Flirt back using his mother tongue, and you'll have a swooning Dick Grayson on your hands.

Damian sees this as a grand opportunity to invite you closer into his space. His family has connections in all of the Middle East and further, and he's got access to thousands of ancient documents in hundreds of languages. Is very smug every time you ask him for his help or a book you think he might have. Which, of course, he does. Even if he doesn't he'll have it soon, so don't go asking the others, alright?

Jason 'number one Shakespeare fan' Todd suggests you start learning some old English with him. And like actual old English, not early modern English like Shakespeare actually used. Enjoys reading classic Russian novels like Dostoevsky in the original text to you. Will also quiz you, but in a chill, uncompetitive way.

[captainsophiestark]

End of the Line

Anakin Skywalker x Reader

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Written for my personal fic writing challenge for 2024, Sophie's Year of Fic! Featuring a new fic being posted every Friday, all year long :)

Fandom: Star Wars

Summary: Anakin and his SO have a chaotic date night - and really, when dating Anakin, what other kind could there be?

Word Count: 1,051

Category: Fluff, Humor

Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.

A beam of light whizzed over my head from where I hunkered behind cover, almost nailing me right in the forehead. I grit my teeth and readied my weapon. That marked my opponent's tenth shot, meaning he'd need to let his gun recharge before he could fire again. Time to make my move.

"Alright, that's it! Your bloodline ends here!" I shouted at the top of my lungs before popping up from my cover behind the couch. I saw a flash of shaggy brown hair as my boyfriend, Anakin Skywalker, scrambled for cover of his own across the living room.

I raised my light gun—a blaster that literally just fired light, usually used by children for tag games but tonight employed by Anakin and I—and raced across the room after him.

I fired the entire time I ran, keeping Anakin from popping up his head. It left me with just one shot by the time I got to him, but one shot was all I needed.

I rounded the corner of my favorite cushy chair and fired at my boyfriend, right on target to hit him square in the chest. That is, until my light beam stopped in mid-air.

My eyes darted up to Anakin's to find him grinning, one hand extended the way he did sometimes to use the Force and the other still holding his newly-recharged blaster. I narrowed my eyes, but before I could say anything, he fired a shot of his own that hit me in the chest.

"You cheater!" I yelled, ignoring the explosion of light still glowing against my shirt. Anakin rolled to the side and dropped his hand, letting what would've been the perfect shot streak past him and into the far wall of our apartment. I scowled.

"You never said no Force," Anakin replied, getting to his feet with an entirely too satisfied smirk. He offered a hand to me, but I didn't take it.

"Mmm, I'm pretty sure I specifically said 'No Jedi bullshit' right before we started this thing."

Anakin grinned at me as I got to my feet and faced him.

"Exactly. No Jedi bullshit. Lots of people have a connection to and use the Force."

I closed my eyes and took a long, deep, dramatic breath. When I opened them again, Anaking was still watching me with a self-satisfied smirk.

"You've been spending too much time with politicans, trying to sell me on a loophole like that."

"As opposed to bounty hunters?"

I snorted and rolled my eyes. "You and I both know that's not what I do."

"I know. It's just fun to watch your face scrunch up."

I reached out and hit Anakin in the chest, but my heart wasn't in it. We'd first met because I'd been at the top of my class with the GAR, before they'd switched primarily to clones, and the Jedi had needed an extra, well-trained hand on short notice. Now, I basically worked as a contractor for the Republic. I'd continued to help the Jedi regularly, especially, and I'd gotten close with many of them. But Anakin more than anyone else.

"So. Rematch?" Anakin asked, raising an eyebrow and holding his light blaster up. I smiled.

"As much fun as it would be to beat you in a No-Force rematch-" Anakin scoffed and raised an eyebrow, but I just ignored him. "-we already spend too much of our time around blasters. How about we order some of our favorite foods and find a good holo to watch?"

Anakin smiled, soft and genuine, and let the hand with his blaster fall back to his side.

"Yeah. I guess we can-"

He got cut short when I brought my hand up as fast as lightning, my recharged blaster now ready to go. I levelled it at his chest, pausing just long enough to give him a grin and register the absolute shock on his face before pulling the trigger.

A bright light exploded across Anakin's chest, making the front half of his shirt about five shades lighter. I cackled.

"Ha, now we're even! Call that a tie and let's get some pizza."

Anakin shook his head at me, but he was grinning all the same.

"You're ruthless. And that was incredibly sneaky of you."

I just gave him a wink.

"You know you love it, Skywalker. It's why you love me."

He snorted, but came close enough to wrap his arms around me and pull me into this chest, too.

"I do love you. Sneaky cheater in competition and all."

"Aww, babe."

Anakin and I shared a laugh and a smile before leaning into a soft, sweet kiss. Since he was a Jedi, we couldn't just do stuff like this whenever and wherever we wanted. Which meant I knew not to take a single moment alone with him for granted.

"So, now that my title's been defended, do you want to follow through on that pizza and some holos?" I asked.

"We could do that. Or..."

"Or?"

Anakin grinned, a familiar troublemaker spark in his eye that I loved. I grinned right back.

"Instead of holos or a rematch, we could team up to go wreak some havoic on Obi-Wan and Ahsoka. Play a few rounds absolutely destroying them, and then disappear somewhere nice together where they can't find us."

"I like the way you think, Skywalker. Do the Jedi or the Force or whatever say anything about soulmates?"

"I don't think so... Why?"

"Because I'm pretty sure you're mine. Get your blaster ready and let's go have some fun."

I started to head for the door, but Ani's strong arm around my waist pulled me quickly back into a searing kiss. I let my free hand come up to tangle in his hair and kissed him back, hard, until we were both finally forced to come up for air.

"Okay," Anakin said, slightly breathless and with a smile on his face. "Now we can go wreak some havoic."

I laughed as I took Anakin's hand, a little giddy as I pulled him towards the oor. We really made the perfect pair, to the occasional detriment of our friends, whether or not they actually knew we were a pair. Hopefully, we could get through this war together, and find our way to a happy ending on the other side.

And until then, we'd just find as many happy moments together like this as we could.

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[romicat]

Get yourself someone that looks at you the way Sophie Cuckoo looks at Kamala Khan.

I mean, look at that.

[msclaritea]

What the hell is this?

And who the fuck is that!? Did they bring in a clone?

And WHY, for the love of Jesus, are we being subjected to more bad photoshop, from Karon 'Saggy Tits' Maskill?

That's either Hamish Bowles or somebody melted Mark Gatiss.

They bookended our boy with hideous and haggard.

[pennydoe]

ive been playing vr chat with friends recently so just take some doodles i did in a world.. I made everyone lag their BALLS off from how much I was drawing 😭

[pickleslice]

this is literally so boring and i can already see how theyll have sophie make up with the cuckoos by having them be controlled by empath who's just maniacal as always and julian is just the ignored child acting out etc etc

[sestrahulk]

Tat in a SOPHIE sweater via her sister in law, Lucy Hill

[itstimeforstarwars]

Loving everyone in the comments of the leverage fic giving their opinions on what species the gang should be it is very fun and it is giving me Ideas.

[xxkai-the-fryxx]

These people are just like me frrr (my art by the way)

[whatacartouchebag]

So episode two huh

[smallerplaces]

The Chelsea-fication continues!

While at Five Below, I got to see a Zuru Sparkle Girlz Mini and a Zuru Glitzeez Mini in the same context. The Glitzeez gal, who I bought on my last trip, is clearly a Kelly clone, similar in proportions to the old Sparkle Girlz Minis. Now look at the new Sparkle Girlz Mini! She's taller, thinner, and generally proportioned more like Chelsea.

Had their been a non-white gal in stock, I would have considered whether the face-up is cute enough to have one as a sample of the size difference. I'm leaning no, but sometimes the darker gal is prettier.

More tempting (though I still resisted) was a Sparkle Girlz-like entry at about 6 inches tall. Look at that articulation! I see knees and wrists, so I'm assuming elbows, too.

While she has a very Sparkle Girlz face-up, her brand is Brooklyn Lollipop, which is a distributor of various imported goodies. Their web site shows a bunch of "girls' toy" brands, but not Zoe.

Brooklyn Lollipop turns out to be the distributor of Sophie, who's living the standard fashion-doll lifestyle with variants as rock star, princess, dog walker, and baby sitter or teacher.

Sophie has brand extensions! The one I want to see in person is Sophie Sixteen, which has nothing to do with Sophie being sixteen. It's largely Evi Love-style 4.5" dolls living an Evi Love-style life (dog-walking, slumber parties, long drives in the car), plus one 6" girl with a horse.

I was at Five Below (as well as Walmart and Target) because I was looking for Ken fashion packs. Having just one Ken, I immediately want him to be well-dressed. He's currently wearing a flannel shirt from an excellent fashion pack I bought at Cliff's Hardware in the Castro back in 2016.

Current Barbie and Ken fashion packs are mostly trash. The quality makes the mid-2010s Sparkle Girlz fashion packs look like haute couture. Everything is just a loose whatever, with the hems serged. If I could find thin 2-way stretch fabric, I could sew this crap in less time than it takes to neatly open a store-bought package. Plus Ken's job apparently is Beach, as forget long pants! So I will be watching YT tutorials on how to make sweaters out of socks, and reupping my neglected pants-making skills. Ken deserves better than this.

[captainsophiestark]

Scavenger Hunt

Platonic!Padmé Amidala x Reader

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Written for my 1.5k Follower Campaign! Requested by @ghostofskywalker - hope you like it Tori! Thanks for sending it in, and for the help action on the dice roll!

Fandom: Star Wars

Summary: Padmé has been seriously overworking herself, so her best friend has to go to new lengths to make sure she finally takes a break.

Word Count: 3,274

Category: Fluff, Humor

Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.

"So... are you thinking this speech prep will take all day, or...?"

I stared at the ceiling, trying not to look too invested in the answer. After a few moments without any answer, however, I sat up straight and faced my friend.

Padmé Amidala, senator of the Republic and my long-time best friend, hadn't even managed to tear her eyes away from the paper in front of her for an answer. She had some massive committee presentation coming up, apparently with the goal of persuading her fellow committee members to do something or other vital to the Republic, and Padmé's speech would make or break their decision. She'd been driving herself crazy preparing for the past week, and I was starting to get a little worried about her.

"Padmé? Come in, Senator Amidala, are you there?" I said, my tone teasing as I leaned forward in my chair. Still, I only got the slightest stirring at the words "Senator Amidala" before her eyes returned to rapidly scanning the page in front of her, mouthing the words as she went along.

I sighed and flopped back in my chair. This was nothing new for Padmé, in a lot of ways. My best friend had always cared, above and beyond, about the galaxy and the people she served. She'd always put them first, even as a teenage queen, which had always been amazing to me. But normally, when I visited her in the middle of the chaos to help her take a break, however brief, she went along with it.

This time was the first time she hadn't. I'd tried everything, from bringing her favorite lunch to her desk to physically trying to drag her out of her chair and to the couch in her rooms to get some rest. I thought I'd finally managed to break through last night, when I got her to come watch the premier of the newest episode of our favorite holo together, since it would only be an hour break before she could return to work. But we'd barely made it through the opening sequence before she'd completely passed out, fast asleep.

Which was why I hadn't left her side since, and had been trying to get her to step away from her desk all day. She was clearly well past the point of exhaustion, and both for her own health and the sake of the presentation she was trying to practice, she needed to rest.

So, in the middle of the night last night, while I sat up trying to come up with a way to give my friend even a little bit of a break, I'd come up with a genius plan. And when a knock came at the door to Padmé's appartment on Coruscant, I had to work to keep a smile off my face. Phase one of my plan was officially a go.

Padmé's head came up for the first time in hours to look at the door, then to me with a furrowed brow.

"Were you expecting anyone?"

I shook my head, trying to look innocent.

"No, not me. It must be for you."

If Padmé had been any less exhausted, she probably would've seen right through me. She'd known me long enough that I usually couldn't get away with lying to her, even when I did it much better than that. But she didn't have the energy to catch me this time, even as I barely hid a smile as she stood from her desk and headed to the door.

Exactly as planned, when she opened the door, no one was there. Instead, a nicely wrapped gift box sat on the doorstep, its deliverer nowhere in sight.

I'd have to tell Anakin thanks the next time I saw him.

As casually as I could, I stood and wandered over from my seat to stand next to Padmé, who still hadn't moved to grab the package. She just kept staring at it, like her brain was trying to process. I smiled.

"Looks like somebody has a surprise-"

"Stay back!"

Padmé shoved me behind her, taking a few steps back herself when I tried to step any closer to the package on the doorstep. I frowned, absolutely bewildered, but Padmé didn't look my way as she slowly crept closer to the door again, scanning the hallway and the package with narrowed eyes.

"Pads, what the hell are you doing?" I demanded, starightening and moving back over to her. She held out a hand to stop me from moving past her again, and even though I thought she was being ridiculous, I didn't move. I didn't need her shoving me halfway across the room again in whatever hallucination her sleep deprivation was currently causing.

"We don't know who sent this, or who brought it," she said, her voice remakrably level for the amount of urgency I'd seen from her a moment ago. "There are more than a few powerful who don't want my speech this Friday to succeed. I wouldn't put it past some of them to try to stop me from ever speaking in the first place."

I froze, mouth dropping open as I watched Padmé cautiously investigate and approach the package. The very nicely wrapped package, using her favorite colors, and with a bow on top, that I had intended to be the first step in a fun, restful day for the both of us. And instead, she'd seen it and immediately launched into red-alert threat mode.

I frowned, debating my options. Honestly, I knew Padmé would be mad at me for even considering not telling her I'd sent the present, immediately. But I knew she'd figure out in a minute or two that the present wasn't a threat, and either way, this was the first thing that'd managed to drag her away from her work in days.

Padmé had brought the package over to her desk while I'd been agonizing, apparently deciding it wasn't an immediate danger, but still presented a lot of mystery, possibly of the dangerous kind. And in that moment, I decided not to let myself think about anything beyond getting Padmé to take a break. By whatever means necessary.

"So... what's in it?" I asked, playing dumb as I joined Padmé at her desk. She pulled open a nicely wrapped scoll, which I'd hand-written in a fancy script last night.

"I'm not sure..." She carefully unwrapped the scoll, her eyes quickly scanning the text. She frowned, reading it over again, and then held it out to me. "It's in some kind of code."

I gave a very noncommittal hum, glancing at the paper before she took it back. Padmé took a deep breath, then pulled out another piece of paper to start scribbling on.

"This looks so familiar to me... I understand most of it, but I can't remember learning it. I can't even remember what it's called, but... for some reason I know it."

I had to fight back a scoff at Padmé's musing while she worked on decoding. I should hope she recognized the language, since the two of us had spent months coming up with it as children, before she even served as queen. It'd been a long time since either of us had used it, though, and in her sleep-deprived state I couldn't completely blame her for not remembering.

"It looks like... this is a location," Padmé finally said, leaning away from her scribbled translations. "This address looks familiar too, although I'm having trouble remembering exactly why."

"Probably because you're exhausted," I said, moving to stand next to Padmé. She shot me a look, which I ignored. "So... should we go check this out?"

"I don't know... we don't know who dropped this off at my door, but with my presentation coming up and everything else going on in the galaxy right now, it's likely whoever sent it doesn't exactly mean well."

"Well, doesn't that just mean we should definitely investigate? If it's something to do with your speech, we should get to the bottom of it before presentation-day. Between the two of us, I'm sure we can handle it, whatever it is."

Padmé sighed, staying quiet for a few moments while she considered. She didn't say anything for so long, I started to worry that I'd gone too far, and that she'd caught on to my ruse. But when she finally spoke again, it was with an air of resignation, and with absolutely no hint of suspicion directed at me.

"Alright. Let's do it. But we need to move quickly. I can't afford to take more time away from my preparations than absolutely necessary.

I grinned. "Of course. I'm sure we'll have this solved in no time."

We didn't have it solved in no time. In fact, going from one place to another, following the path of clues I'd left the day before, took us most of the afternoon. Exactly as I'd planned. Even better, even though Padmé was clearly somewhat on alert for anything to do with the person who'd sent the notes, she'd also noticably relaxed since first stepping out of her office.

The first clue brought us to her favorite food truck on Coruscant, and despite being handed another note by the vendor which sent Padmé even deeper into detective mode, we'd also gotten our favorite foods and sat at a nice picnic bench while we worked on the next clue. After that, we'd been led to a walk along one of the most scenic stretches of the Coruscanti Gardens, and the tension evident in every line of Padmé's body had finally faded all the way away. Every step we took across the city, even on the trail of the mysterious note-leaver, relaxed her and allowed her to take her mind off the thing she'd been worrying over non-stop for days. And with every stop, I felt more and more strongly that I'd made the right decision keeping the truth about this scavenger hunt from Padmé.

The sun had just startd to set outside when we got to the last clue. It was an address, followed by a series of numbers, and Padmé was practically vibrating as we walked up the path to a nice, unassuming apartment in one of the quieter neighborhoods on Coruscant. Her hand went to her blaster as we walked up the path, and I tried and failed to keep a smile off my face. She was expecting an epic final showdown, which was pretty much the exact opposite of what she was about to get.

"Alright, those numbers at the end of the last note must be the door code," Padmé reasoned, speaking quietly as we came to a stop on the doorstep. "Be ready. This is the first address I haven't recognized, and I have a feeling this is the last stop on whatever this scavenger hunt has been. We need to be prepared for anything."

I nodded emphatically, so Padmé turned away from me to put one hand on the door handle. I just grinned.

Whispering, she counted down from three, then flung the door open. She burst inside, sweeping her blaster throughout the space as I strolled in behind her, casual as could be. When Padmé didn't find any threats lurking in the house, she slowly dropped her weapon and let the rest of the surroundings wash over her.

I'd pulled out all the stops putting the grand finale of the scavenger hunt together. Over a decade of frienship, and I'd put it all to use for this.

The table was filled with every single favorite food and drink Padmé had ever had, and a whole stack of her favorite holos waited to be cued up in the living room. But best of all, all across the couch was a massive, intricate blanket fort, the likes of which we hadn't built since her first few weeks as queen. It stood, waiting and ready and comfy as kriff, for Padmé to just climb in and spend the next twelve hours at least resting and enjoying her time.

Padmé's mouth dropped open as she took it all in, then slowly turned around to face me. I grinned right back at her.

"Did you... oh my god. The language on the notes... that was our language, that's why I recognized it! You've been responsible for all of this all day?"

I nodded, the grin still on my face.

"That's right. It was me the whole time." Padmé just blinked at me, opening and closing her mouth, at a loss for words for pretty much the first time I'd ever seen. "Look, I'm sorry. I know I probably should've told you at the beginning of the day that the present was from me, especially when you thought it was going to blow us up or something. But... you needed a break, Pads. Bad. And none of my usual intervention methods were working."

Padmé scoffed, then shook her head like she was trying to clear it. I braced myself for a true, eloquent, devastating dressing down from my best friend, but when she met my eyes again, none of the anger I'd been worried about was there.

"Look... I understand where you're coming from. I know I've been pretty burried in my work lately, and despite all the lies it took, I had a lot of fun running around the city with you today. But this presentation is important. Maybe one of the most important things I've done in my career. So I can't afford to take any more of a break than I already have."

She shifted like she was about to head for the door, so I stepped in front of her. Normally, I didn't try to stand in Padmé's way like this—largely because it literally never worked. But this time, with the dark bags still under her eyes despite her more relaxed posture, I couldn't let it go that easily.

"Padmé. I get that this is important. I really do! But you're going to do a worse job on this presentation if you're exhausted. That's just a fact. Your brain needs rest and sleep to be able to function, and even if you memorize your presentation so well that you could give it in your sleep, you can't memorize answers to questions your fellow committee members might ask you. And no matter how well you know your material, if you're less awake and aware, you're also going to be less able to think on your feet and give persuasive, coherant answers."

Padmé frowned, her gaze dropping from mine as she aparently thought through my words. I took a half-step closer to her, then continued.

"I've seen you do some truly amazing stuff in your time, Pads, stuff nobody but you would've been able to pull off. But this is not going to be one of them. So please, just stay here until tomorrow morning and rest. Let your body catch up on sleep, eat some of your favorite food, watch your favorite holos. Then start fresh tomorrow."

Padmé met my eyes again, brow furrowed and looking pained. I could see her fighting with herself over the decision, so I decided add something on that would hopefully put the "rest" option over the edge.

"If you let yourself take the night off, I promise, I'll do everything I can to help you prepare tomorrow. I'll come up with practice questions that the rest of the committee might ask you, and I'll personally kill anyone who tries to come in and interrupt your prep time. Alright? But you have to give me one night of taking care of yourself first."

Padmé sighed and rolled her eyes slightly to the side, and I knew I had her.

"Alright. Fine. If you're really willing to help me prepare tomorrow, and you went to all this trouble... then I suppose it would be a shame to let it all go to waste."

"Yes! Pads, thank you. I promise, you will not regret this."

She gave me a soft smile, then headed over to the table of snacks with an appraising eye. I smiled as I followed her.

"Wow. You really went all out, didn't you?"

I beamed. "Of course I did. Nothing but the best for my best friend."

Padmé shot me a smile, and relief washed through me. The smile was so natural, normal, laid-back, and peaceful, like when we'd take trips just the two of us to our favorite lake on Naboo. I hadn't seen that look since this whole presentation business started.

"Why don't you go get comfy in the blanket fort?" I suggested as Padmé continued to hover by the snack table. The exhaustion seemed to be catching up to her now, to the point that the simple snack decision was a little overwhelming. "I'll put together a plate for you and bring it over."

Padmé shot me a grateful look.

"That would be incredible."

I grinned at her, then turned to start piling snacks onto a plate. Before I could get very far, though, Padmé came over and wrapped her arms around me tight. I huffed a laugh, then dropped the plate to return an equally tight hug.

"Thank you for this," she muttered. "I don't love exactly how you made it happen, but still. Thank you."

"Hey," I said, grinning at her again as we pulled apart.  "What are best friends for?"

"What would I do without you?"

"Oh, you definitely would've been in a coma from overworking yourself at least five years ago."

Padmé snorted and turned at last to head for the couch.

"...I hate to say it, but you're probably right."

I smiled at her retreating form as she flopped down on the couch, then returned my attention to the task of assembling her snack plate. Truthfully, Padmé had carried me through tough situations just as much as I'd done the same for her. We were each other's constants in the ever-changing galaxy, and I couldn't have asked for a better person to have my back.

I finished piling the plate high with all Padmé's favorite things as she threw on one of her favorite holos, which we'd rewatched at least a hundred times. I headed over to the couch with the plate, but when I came around the corner, I found Padme absolutely passed out in a blankert cocoon, the remote for the holo screen still in her hand.

I stifled a laugh, then gently set the snack plate down next to her head. Slowly, carefully, I reached over and pulled the remote out of Padmé's hand and turned down the volume on the holo. At this point, I didn't think a blaster battle in the kitchen would wake her up, but I also didn't want to take any chances.

I sighed as I headed back into the kitchen, grabbing a data pad and some snacks of my own before returning to settle in on the other side of the couch. While Padmé got some much needed rest, I had another part of my plan to follow through on: reading over her presentation and preparing practice questions based on it.

By far not the activity I wanted to be doing for the rest of the evening, but worth it if it helped my best friend. I knew we'd be on the other side of it next week anyway, and then we could take a much -needed besties vacation where both of us could rest up and have some fun.

And in the meantime, I could just focus on the good parts of this whole adventure. Padmé was finally getting some rest, just like I'd hoped, and she was apparently tired enough to not even be mad about how much lying it had taken to get her here. A win for both of us, if I'd ever heard one.

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it’s basically cficf that glare and sophi have achieved peak trans cool hair eat shit rex solidarity SO i shall disregard her for a moment to focus on dara

it is entirely possible that glare would explode on the spot bc smth smth hot purple person of ambiguous gender smth smth.

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Glare and Sophi are tnt (it's dynamite) and they mean so much to me actually. I hc that Sophi is slightly older than Glare and Glare calls her old. Idk where I get this from.

Dara would be so fucking flattered and disbelieving if Glare had a crush on her. But I like to think she would fall over soon and Glare would realise she isn't as cool as she pretends to be.