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I am alive. I have survived, and you will not take that from me. I am my own person now.

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Full Moon Over Newfoundland : The crew of the International Space Station snapped this image of the full moon on April 30, 2018, as the station orbited off the coast of Newfoundland, Canada. (via NASA)

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MEET THE MUSE ( repost, don’t reblog )

► NAME?

Cody, or CC-2224

► ARE YOU SINGLE?

Hah. Yeah.

► ARE YOU HAPPY?

Okay so I know I laughed at the last one, but this one is even more laugh-worthy, frankly.

► ARE YOU ANGRY?

...Yes? I suppose, in the sense that my vod’e and I are not free, but it’s more of a background base emotion rather than a primary emotion.

► ARE YOUR PARENTS STILL MARRIED?

What parents? Jango is dead, and Jango’s parents are dead.

LOVE LIFE

► ARE YOU IN LOVE?

No. Maybe. I don’t want to be.

► DO YOU BELIEVE IN LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT?

I don’t know. It’s never been that important to me, so I never really thought about it.

► WHO/WHAT ENDED YOUR LAST RELATIONSHIP?

I don’t think I had a “last relationship”.

► HAVE YOU EVER BROKEN SOMEONE’S HEART?

No. At least, I hope not.

► ARE YOU AFRAID OF COMMITMENTS?

I can’t afford to be. Have you seen how much paperwork there is to run an army? And how much of it Kenobi isn’t doing? That’s a commitment right there.

► HAVE YOU EVER HAD A SECRET ADMIRER?

No, and I don’t want one, unless -- no, I don’t want one.

CHOICES

► LOVE OR LUST?

Better to do without both, but if I had to choose it would be lust.

► LEMONADE OR ICED TEA?

I like hot tea, but lemonade is good too.

► CATS OR DOGS?

I would love to have a cat.

► A FEW BEST FRIENDS OR MANY REGULAR FRIENDS?

Well. Most of the people I know are me, so take that how you will.

► WILD NIGHT OUT OR ROMANTIC NIGHT IN?

Depends. My ideal evening involves both alcohol and sleeping.

► DAY OR NIGHT?

Day. Harder to sneak up on me.

HAVE YOU EVER’S

► BEEN CAUGHT SNEAKING OUT?

yes

► FALLEN DOWN/UP THE STAIRS?

yes

► WANTED SOMETHING/SOMEONE SO BADLY IT HURT?

yes

► WANTED TO DISAPPEAR?

who hasn’t?

PREFERENCES

► THEIR SMILE OR THEIR EYES?

Smile. I like knowing I’ve made someone happy.

► FAT OR SKINNY?

Does it matter?

► SHORTER OR TALLER?

Again, does it really matter?

► INTELLIGENCE OR ATTRACTION?

Intelligence, I suppose, though it’d be nice to have both

► HOOK-UP OR RELATIONSHIP?

Is this an invitation?

FRIENDS

► DO YOU SECRETLY HATE ONE OF YOUR FRIENDS?

again I don’t really have friends, just vod’e and a couple generals.

► DO YOU CONSIDER ALL OF YOUR FRIENDS GOOD FRIENDS?

They’re my siblings.

► WHO IS YOUR BEST FRIEND?

Wolffe is my favorite batchmate and Rex and I have gotten close over the course of the war.

► WHO KNOWS EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU?

Rex knows most. Wolffe knows some things Rex doesn’t. There’s one thing that neither of them know.

tagged by:  @holonetnews (thank you!)

tagging: @torrent-captain, @itskylobatch, anyone who wants

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Reblog if your muse has ever been blackout drunk. 

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HANDWRITING CAN TELL YOU A LOT ABOUT A PERSON. go here or here and repost with your character’s name in their handwriting!

Tagged by: @rxdiomxn (my other rp blog)

Tagging: hm @torrent-captain if you’d like, and @itskylobatch

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Send my muse 🥀+ a name to get their full unfiltered thoughts.

For more tea spilled send a certain situation to get their insights and maybe they’ll pick a side.

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Your hands are rough, calloused, worn from work and war. My shield rests heavy on my shoulders, battered by use- both of us weary, travelers faded grey. I have followed you to the ends of the earth, my dearest, dearest friend. Come, sit beside me- are you ready to rest?

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“Mmm,” Cody says, returning his gaze to the paperwork. “We’ll be heading to the Outer Rim next week.” He pauses over the shiny form, just for a moment, and then shoves it to the bottom of the pile, where he can safely ignore it until it’s staring him in the face again. 

“Want me to pick anything up for you?” he asks, only half joking. “I’m told there’s some quality... what was it? Pottery work? Something, they make something fancy where we’re posted.”

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Cody’s only half-listening as Rex lists off the supplies, already absorbed in the details of the first pad. But when there’s a break in Rex’s cadence, he looks up just in time to catch the last words.

Kriff. Ordering new batches of shinies like they’re any other piece of equipment is just another painful reminder of how much less a clone’s life is worth. Cody can see the tightness in Rex’s body language, and he feels his own adjust in kind. “Okay,” he says, voice purposefully light. “I’ll take care of it.”

“Thanks, brother,” Rex replies, leaning back and taking another sip of caf while Cody works. The shared discomfort with that particular form is in itself a bit of a comfort, though they’d never really talked about it in itself. It doesn’t seem like something significant enough to bring up when you’ve got five thousand other things on your mind. Besides, what was the alternative?

“Busy morning, sounds like,” he says, not wanting to distract Cody but wanting to move on from the contemplation of the shiny form. “When do you ship off again?”

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“I doubt Whiskey is the answer but it is always worth a shot.”

— Carlos Adames (via tarnishedhalo)

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(( heck it’s. been too long since I’ve properly looked at this blog. I don’t know if I’ll be permanently back, or if I just will end up doing more quiet / one-on-one things with people I know. do feel free to send in drabble or headcanon prompts I suppose, but I don’t know how active I’ll be here until I can get my meatspace life under control.

I apologize to anyone who I’ve left hanging without a reply and for disappearing - I will do my best not to let it happen again. ))

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Cody’s only half-listening as Rex lists off the supplies, already absorbed in the details of the first pad. But when there’s a break in Rex’s cadence, he looks up just in time to catch the last words. 

Kriff. Ordering new batches of shinies like they’re any other piece of equipment is just another painful reminder of how much less a clone’s life is worth. Cody can see the tightness in Rex’s body language, and he feels his own adjust in kind. “Okay,” he says, voice purposefully light. “I’ll take care of it.”

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“Yeah,” Cody says distractedly. “Let me just…” He holds up a finger, wait a moment please, and taps the top of the pad a couple times with his other hand. Then he drops the pad into the pile that’s slowly growing to the side of his chair. After a mouthful of caf he’s finally ready to deal with whatever Rex needs him for. “Yes, I’m here. What d’you need?”

Rex picks up his stack of datapads and drags the chair closer to Cody’s desk, getting a glimpse of the commander’s morning occupation. He doesn’t know how Cody does it all. Rex hates paperwork.

“Equipment, mostly,” he says, setting the datapads onto his desk as he names them. “Droid poppers, battery packs, we lost a couplea speeders last mission, Torrent barracks need more cleaning supplies…”

He picks up the last datapad and hesitates for just a second before he sets it on the desk, too. “Also need some shinies.”

He hates paperwork, but he hates that form especially.

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reblog this if you’re an indie roleplaying blog with both an LGBTQIA+ mun and LGBTQIA+ muse(s).

i’m trying to get an idea of how large portion of the indie rp community consists of queer muses being written and represented by queer people themselves. allies, don’t interact.

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“Yeah,” Cody says distractedly. “Let me just...” He holds up a finger, wait a moment please, and taps the top of the pad a couple times with his other hand. Then he drops the pad into the pile that’s slowly growing to the side of his chair. After a mouthful of caf he’s finally ready to deal with whatever Rex needs him for. “Yes, I’m here. What d’you need?”

📖- Reading/studying

Cody’s got his feet propped on the desk, leaning back in his chair, when Rex walks in. “Morning,” he says, without looking up from the data pad. “You’re going to have to wait for a little, I’ve still got a couple hours’ worth of paperwork to get through. Should be at a stopping point after this one, though.”

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🤕- Injured/sick

He’s kneeling on the floor of the locker room, locked inside a stall. His head is down and he’s trying not to vomit, but despite his best efforts he’s still extremely nauseous. 

The door to the locker room opens, and it registers somewhere in the back of his mind as a potential problem. But he’s too caught up in not being sick on the floor to care too much, and he shuts his eyes and hopes whoever it is just leaves without noticing him.