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hi friends! I spent this morning fairly overstimulated with a bunch of offline stuff going on, so I'm going to be crunching through drafts & then hiding on discord for the rest of the night. I've decided to archive a bunch of unplotted stuff because I haven't gotten any feedback & have put myself out there for plotting quite a bit lately. hitting me up on discord for plotting would help immensely since I'm still really struggling to maintain muse on the multi. some of it's stress, a lot of it is needing a jumpstart, so that's where we're at.

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please bring back kindness and supporting your mutuals. bring back liking their posts, reblogging their promos and just generally trying to connect with others again. branch out, like starter/plotting/meme calls, send in memes, vote in their polls and overall, just open up communication again. lately, there are so many people feeling like if they're not considered 'popular', they'll never get any traction on their blog(s) and that's not how rp should be. everyone should be able to enjoy this hobby and build up some amazing friendships and dynamics without feeling ignored, unseen or unwanted. if you don't want to do those things, then why are you even here ? let's collectively try and help make this fun for everyone again <3

Star Wars: Lightsabers - A Guide To Weapons of The Force by Pablo Hidalgo LIGHTSABERS OF INTEREST + NOTES:  (Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker, Qui-Gon Jinn, Yoda, Darth Maul, Mace Windu, Ki-Adi-Mundi, Plo Koon, Kit Fisto, Count Dooku, Luminara Unduli, Aayla Secura, Saesee Tiin, Adi Gallia, Agen Kolar, Obi-Wan Kenobi’s second lightsaber design, Darth Sidious, Darth Vader, Kylo Ren)

a b i g a i l 🌿

law student / unpopular dark academia aesthetic 2/5

Sabé knows the other as well as she knows her own face. in some respects, she might even know the other better given she had spent so many years being the other in all the ways that mattered to keep them, their hopes, their dreams alive & moving forward. sometimes she found herself wondering if the price she paid for knowing the other so intimately was that her grasp on herself felt tenuous at best - other times, she felt like she could look down into the well of her own soul & see clear through to the bottom with deep understanding. playing second best to a woman like Padmé meant she still outshone so many other stars in the galaxy - she just needed to center herself & remember that sometimes.

self doubt would get them killed, no matter what front it decided to attack her on, after all.

Anakin's devotion - if that was perhaps the right word to use - to the senator was no less fierce than her own & she had to respect him for that. she only hoped that he would carry the same respect she did when Padmé ultimately decided her path forward. they walked in two different worlds, following two vastly different lanes through the stars, & the reality of that - unfortunate as it may be in some ways - was that a Jedi knight & a senator could never have the sort of relationship that the two of them needed to stay grounded in the face of the onslaught of the war unfolding around them.

a Jedi was denied attachments - something that had never felt quite fair to Sabé, especially knowing the background Anakin himself came from. it felt like a recipe for disaster, really, if mishandled. Sabé had to think that Obi-Wan & the others around Skywalker knew what they were doing & that would ultimately be avoided, but she didn't know. all she could know was that Padmé needed someone steady that couldn't put other duties & obligations before her, even knowing that she would never be able to afford them the same prioritization. many would swear they were at peace with that truth in theory, but in practice very few could actually hold space for the reality of it day in & day out.

back on Naboo. Sabé missed her homeworld like she missed many things lately - abstract, with a hint of nostalgia. it would be nice to go back, but she's sure that most of the fondness she carries is because of the memories tied to that space. Naboo before Padmé & her life as handmaiden to Amidala represented a plot of soil Sabé had outgrown before she had even left it. second string in a music academy, second best in her own family. neither of those carried significance. at least here with the other she felt useful, maybe even important in her interpersonal translucence.

all of that being said, it would be good to see Obi-Wan again. she'd never forget the sacrifice they had all shared in, standing around the pyre at his Master's funeral. there was a bond there between them that perhaps no one else quite understood & if anyone could handle this balancing act of a situation between the Jedi & her senator, Sabé was confident Obi-Wan was that perfect person for the task.

having Padmé make it abundantly clear she had been missed pulls a smile from the other & she dips her head in acknowledgement. ' no, that couldn't possibly be an important reason at all, Senator, ' she offers teasingly even as she moves to scoop up her datapad from where she had discarded it earlier & moving a handful of other things out of her way to make space for the other. they'd have to share a bed, but that was something they had done so many times it felt more natural than sleeping alone. ... that that had been a hard adjustment wasn't something Sabé ever allowed herself to think too deeply on. ' do you need anything? '

she’s surprised that the other would describe herself as anything less than calm. as Queen, Amidala had been virtually unshakable - a trait that had gone beyond the façade of their many ruses & the personality of Queen, & had defined the very core of Padmé Naberrie herself. something cracking that resolve & getting under her skin was not to be ignored in the slightest. still, Sabé does little to react other than tap long, tanned fingers over her knee as she listens further. Anakin’s seeming devotion to the other is less surprising - Padmé had always inspired deep loyalty in all of her alliances & connections. Sabé herself had seen it in how the other had won over Mon Mothma & Bail Organa, & even how she had continued her service for Naboo here in the Senate while somehow balancing her connections back in Theed, as well as many other far flung places. no, a deep loyalty to the other would never surprise her, but that loyalty being held by a boy who had been all but nine years old & come from nothing... it was easy, how quick fixation could be construed as loyalty. 

‘ perhaps I could reach out to Kenobi, ’ Sabé proposes after a long, silent moment. ‘ I’ve only just returned to the city, but he was present when we change faces for our ruse on Coruscant before. it won’t surprise him to think we’ve continued the tradition - especially not in the wake of an attempt that claimed Cordé. ’ she would also very much like an excuse to walk the city & re-orient herself properly, but that was hardly worth mentioning. if there was any justice in the world, she’d never have to tell Padmé the details of the disappointment & frustration she’d felt on Tatooine, & how returning her felt like starting over in a way that was manageable. seeing Kenobi would also be the closest she could come to paying her respects to Qui-Gon for the time being. he might have a memorial on Naboo, but if she was to resume her duties as the former Queen’s shadow, her capacity to travel back & forth was about to be limited to what she could manage in secret or at the side of her friend. 

‘ my independence is mine to give up to you if I choose, ’ Sabé points out, finally shifting her legs a bit & pressing them down into the floor as she stretches. ‘ besides, I managed to find many, many moments for my own independence in your service, ’ the former handmaiden reminds her with a wink. ‘ no, I want to meet with Kenobi, and I belong at your side. there’s whispers of other things happening out there in the galaxy, and something is coming. Qui Gon would have said my being here is the will of the Force. I’m inclined to agree. ’ he had been with them for such a short time but the Jedi had left quite the impression on her. she found herself reaching for his serenity often - increasingly so, of late. to bring him up like this felt fitting. perhaps if he had survived, many, many things would be different. ‘ besides, a Jedi is hardly going to know how to conceal a dagger inside of an intricate Alderaanian braid, or that the same components used for blasting powder can be concealed in a makeup compact. I would argue that makes me more useful to you, ’ she winks.

‘ if it’s nothing more than childish dreams, Obi-Wan will know that distinction better than anyone, ’ Sabé offers after a long moment, finally pulling her legs up & getting to her feet in a fluid motion. ‘ conversations veiled in hypotheticals can be powerful. I think it’s best to get ahead of these concerns rather than letting them fester - especially when we have the Separatists, and other threats looming imminently. ’ a war with clones versus droids felt unusual even to her with all the things she had seen but she had heard whispers of what had happened in the time she’d been away from Padmé’s side. it seemed like anything could happen. ‘ why don’t you stay here tonight? some sleep would do you good, and tomorrow I’ll seek out a way to manage a chance encounter somewhere where Skywalker need not overhear. we’ll get to the bottom of this. ’

there had been a reason that the person Padmé needed in these stressful moments was her longest, dearest friend. it was also times such as this that she missed the close companionship that she and her troupe of handmaidens had shared in the palace and politics of her home planet. even then Tsabin had been her closest confidante, but she had been surrounded by a group of young women who had understood and loved her. she had been able to speak to them as her friends as well as her handmaidens, and it was that closeness that she missed when times were troubling. despite Sabé's thoughts of her unshakability, the senator was frightened at what all of this strangeness might entail. while her fingers pressed against the glass window that looked out over the place they called home, she pondered the words that Anakin had spoken. she herself had been overwhelmed by feelings of love and want at times, had felt herself in danger of allowing those same wants to explode out of her and ruin the world if she allowed them, but she had never dared defy the vows she'd made for those feelings. Padmé's sense of duty remained firm no matter what, and she would not allow Anakin's foolish childhood infatuation to have him thrown out of the Jedi and her to lose the respect she'd worked so hard for in the galactic senate.

the suggestion that Sabé be the one to approach Obi-wan was enough to pull a deep sigh of relief from the senator and she glanced back over her shoulder at the other woman, affection and appreciation warming her expression as she nodded her thanks. ❝ i'm sure he'd be glad to see you again too, our roles were so entangled back on Naboo, you and he had as much time in conversation as he and i. ❞ a sad smile tugged at the corners of her lips and she turned fully, now pressing her back against the cool glass and enjoying the sensation on her skin, still heated with her fluster. ❝ if the Jedi council has seen fit to raise him to the title of Master, i'm sure that he will be able to offer some perspective on Anakin that we can't quite get a handle on. you're right that he is the best person to tell whether this is just a childish flight of fancy gone too far and that just needs a firm nip in the bud or if it needs more dire consequences for the possibility of overthrowing one's vows so completely. ❞ worrying her bottom lip between her teeth, Padmé crossed her arms over her chest as she leaned, thinking deeply. ❝ in case it wasn't clear, Sabé, i would be more than honoured to have you at my side again. i've missed you terribly, and i always feel better knowing that you're close by. we really do belong together, you and i. whether it's the Force that wills it or chance, i'm glad you're here, and not just because of your usefulness. the fact that you're my favourite person in the galaxy is not the least of my reasons. ❞ warmth filled her tone, affection clear in Padmé's voice as she regarded her friend and allowed the knowledge of her returned presence to really sink in. she had never felt safer or more comforted than when her shadow was in step with her, not even with a Jedi posted at her door. no guard would ever replace the Queen's Shadow.

❝ i think i'd appreciate the place to stay for the night, ❞ she agreed finally. her apartment was safe enough, and her guard posts weren't going to allow her to be assassinated overnight (well, she hoped, at the very least) but there was something to be said for sharing a space with the other woman and how they could duck in and out of each other's personas at the blink of an eye. ❝ this is why i came to you, you know. you've managed to snap me out of the fluster and back into reason. i'm so used to matters of politics lately that the intimacy of his proposal threw me. we have to look at this like any sort of problem like the many we faced, and one of those ways is by letting you do what you do best, i'm sure. ❞

if the bat in question were being truly honest with herself, she's not really up for company either but she knows better than to lock herself away with her thoughts when things get this bad in the city. it's felt like one endless tidal wave after another raining down bullshit on them before they can even have enough of a break to take a full breath. sooner or later, if something doesn't change, she's going to go under without any hope of pulling herself back up on her own.

Mary would call her dramatic, her father would be more than a little alarmed. neither option had felt comfortable enough so she'd gone for a little stroll across the rooftops. that her feet had carried her to Zatanna felt strangely appropriate, Kate realizes, because the other was probably just about the only person she could find a way to relax around right now.

' uh, coffee. ' tea wasn't going to cut through the haze of exhaustion, but coffee might just take the edge off it enough to function for a few more hours. ' it's pretty bad, Z. but I'll catch you up to speed once I catch my breath -- how've you been holding up? '

@affcgato “ did you want to be alone? ”   Kate @ Zatanna

NOT NECESSARILY, BUT WAS SHE REALLY feeling up for any sort of company? neither option seemed all that appeasing, in all honesty, but if she was already here then Zatanna would hate to turn her away. her head shakes a bit, offering a small smile before she steps aside - opening the door wider then waves a hand through the air, " no, come on in. i can make some tea or coffee if that's the preference. " a little bit of a magical touch and both options were certainly feasible. when kate draws through, she shuts the door behind her then trails down the hall into the foyer of Shadowcrest. " how bad are things? "

Jace Appreciation Weeks || Week 1: Weapons [1/5]

sometimes time away was the only answer. when you lived for forever - or whatever was closest to it, given their forevers eventually ran out - space & time away took on an entirely different meaning. all of them had taken decades, even a century at one point, to walk their own separate paths.

Andy would know that better than anyone with having walked the earth for over a millennia without another immortal at her side but that was probably different. she hadn't chosen to be alone then. maybe that was why she found herself always gravitating back to the rest of the guard even after only a few scant decades even when she felt like she needed the space the most.

she'll think about that & what it means later though - right now she'd rather focus on the more immediate situation. it's not really compartmentalization if she leaves the boxes partially open to rifle through, right?

she'll never tell another soul, but knowing the others are still there with her is the only way she keeps putting one foot in front of the other some days. ' gifts are always appreciated. ' especially the kind that mean food. a lot might change over time, but chocolate was one thing she'd always be at least slightly partial to in any form. ' nothing life changing. Nile's taking to the rest of the team well enough. no signs of anything new or concerning. I'm starting to get bored, if you can imagine. '

andromache @affcgato sent, 2. with relief

another ' vacation ' under his belt and another welcome home. there's not always a reason for his need for space other than, perhaps, feeling emotionally overwhelmed. since he'd never tell anyone why a job affected him the usual reaction was to put a little space between all of them until he could breathe again. plus, it always gave him a good excuse to check on various stash houses or even tintagel itself.

this particular time he'd gone to zurich to not only catch up with an old friend but for a change in scenery.

before he can extend the bag in his hand there's a hand on his cheek. looking up to the other immortal's gaze, the only thing arthur can describe is relief.

" i missed you, too, love, " the plastic bag is finally held up. all it contains are two flat white boxes stacked on top of each other. " brought you some croissants and chocolate from switzerland. "

leaning in, arthur kisses the older woman's cheek in greeting. " miss anything exciting while i was gone? "