#this is about my specialist little pookie also known as the oc of the fic i’m writing

[grogusbuir]

she knows all of the girls in the club by name. she’s a bad influence. she’s the detective that knows too much in a psychological horror. she listens to ear-splitting music from this outer rim artist that only like 3 other people know. she’s like if you put a pearl necklace on taxidermy. she’s actively telling people jedi shadows are supposed to wear slutty clothes for “aerodynamics”. she’s the temple therapist’s worst nightmare. she actively gets herself assigned to city planets for mission’s because quiet places make her feel too much. she burned her tastebuds off because she ate too many toxic wastes. she’s clinging to the coattails of a master that’s long gone. she’s baby girl. she’s a walking migraine for force sensitives.