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musewrangler · 10 hours
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The JUDGEMENT. I love it
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musewrangler · 17 hours
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A drabble of married life
Somewhere in the future of Empire Reimagined when Sola and Firmus are married about a year:
"Hello, Max," Sola said, glancing up at Veers as the Lady admitted him to the Admiral's quarters with no ceremony as was her wont.
He'd been concerned at this for a little while after his dearest friend and brother married into the Skywalker insanity. Well. Nearest relation to it---but that was semantics.
Piett was in some odd way now the brother in law of Lord Vader, and Max was not going to stop enjoying that.
However.
Having been married once himself to the best woman in the galaxy, Max had some of the social niceties still programmed in his psyche. He didn't ever want to just barge into Piett's quarters as he had when Firmus was single.
He'd mentioned this to the Admiral who merely grinned and slapped his back. "The Lady would never let you in to an awkward situation, Max, I promise."
There was something delightfully more assured about Piett now. Something in his soul had been healed---something that not even the Princess or Max or Scraps had been able to reach, much as they loved him.
His accent slipped out more often. His sense of humor as well. Veers could only bask happily in this change.
And if he thought that perhaps Piett would not have quite as much time for their friendship as before, he was sorely mistaken.
Sola was cross legged on the sofa, her rich hair in a loose bun and strands wisping over her cheeks as she tapped at something on a datapad. A bottle of wine was on the table before her and her glass was half full.
"Perfect timing," she said, gesturing to this. He realized that there were two empty glass waiting to be filled.
Two.
"Get comfortable," she told him, rising and trotting to the galley in her socks to start the kettle. "If you're here, Firmus won't be far behind."
"Sola..." Veers said, unlatching his jacket and shrugging it off. "If I'm ever being a nuisance, I hope you and I can be honest enough to---"
She turned to lean against the counter and raise an eyebrow at him.
Kark.
There were times she was eerily like her niece.
"You are my brother in law in all ways that matter, Max," she told him calmly. "And I have yet to hear even a fraction of the stories that involve you saving my husband's life. You are ALWAYS welcome. And wanted."
Warmth filled his chest.
"Do...you always put out three glasses?" he asked curiously as he seated himself to draw off his boots with a sigh.
"Yes," she answered easily. "I know the habits you two had. I have no intention of taking that from you. I'm just adding myself to it."
She grinned and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.
Longing swept him and Sola must have seen the change in his face.
"Max?"
"Just..."
The doors hissed open to admit the Admiral who was followed by a galley droid with a generous tray.
"Did you order this, Sola?" he asked, gesturing to the little droid as it beeped happily into the center of the living area. "it followed me here."
"Naturally," she replied, crossing easily to Piett. "You are utter rubbish at meals."
"Henley tell you that?" Piett grumbled, removing his cap. "Because---"
She stopped his mouth with her own and Max enjoyed the predictable flush on his friend's cheekbones as she released him with a gentle pat to his chest.
"No actually," she replied, plucking his cap from his fingers and drawing him to the sofa so he could also remove his boots.
Piett shot a look to the ceiling. "You and the Lady conspiring again?"
"Maybe," Sola said, pouring two more glasses of wine and turning to lift the tray from the galley droid. It beeped and zipped back out, clearly proud of itself. "But Max was about to tell me something."
It was Veers' turn to feel self conscious.
"Oh...it was nothing, Sola."
Piett knew him too well and turned that penetrating hazel gaze upon the General.
"Doesn't sound like nothing, Max," he said calmly, slinging an arm easily around his wife and picking up a wine glass. Veers reached for his own to cover his feelings.
"I was...just being envious, Firmus," he said, sitting back and waving a nonchalant hand. "That's all. Nothing to worry about."
There was a beat.
The Pietts watched him with almost identical looks of concern.
"It's our joy and delight to worry about you, General," Sola said softly as she took a drink, those blue eyes piercing him over the rim of her glass.
And they meant it to their core. He knew this. So he sighed.
"I was just wishing before you entered, Piett, that...that Myra could have met you both. I just---ah---you have a lot in common, Sola."
She smiled.
"That's one of the nicest compliments I've ever been given."
The Admiral, who knew Veers' scars here well, raised his glass. "I wish that too, friend of mine," he said gently. "She had the very good taste to marry the best man I know after all."
Veers allowed his mouth to curl then, gratitude for them both filling him.
"A good principle," Sola agreed, snuggling in close to Piett's side, eliciting a contented grunt from her husband. "To marry the best man one knows. I did."
Max chuckled. "No argument there, Sola," he replied, leaning over to lift the cover of the tray and releasing fragrant scents.
And the wine was rich while the friendship was richer.
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musewrangler · 24 hours
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Kark this, Anakin thought. I’m not just waiting for him.
“PALPATINE!” he roared to the sky, and his two most trusted officers jerked startled eyes to him. “I know it’s you! Come forth and answer for what you have done! We will finish it here!”
The air around them became unnaturally still. Not a breath of wind. It was as though the very trees and water were frozen in place—not a leaf trembled, not a drop rippled.
Then—-
A faint rumbling as though a thousand horses were approaching at full gallop.
He reached to Thraia, but his dragon did not see any massive force approaching.
The Lady hissed and narrowed her eyes as she too took to the air while Thunder shook his heavy head and bellowed.
“Whatever is coming!” Veers called, “I’ve not sensed anything like it before!”
The General gripped his sword for a better hold and glanced to Piett who shook his head, and drew a long knife from his boot, changing his stance for a two handed battle.
The earth began to shake with an intensity Anakin associated with a mighty cavalry that was practically on top of them, and yet there was nothing to be seen.
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musewrangler · 2 days
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Presents from friends are the best! Thank you my dear!
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Stop and Search, 1770, Smuggler vessel, by Bob Grimson (1945-)
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People liking your personal OCs is still such a crazy feeling, I've been doing this for years and ppl asking about them still fills my entire heart with warmth and idk how to handle it
You enjoy this fictional guy I made up for fun?? Whose only content is random artwork or writing made by me and a handful of other artists at most? They have no show/book/game with a large fandom, it's just one person with an art blog?? I love u
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Wedge: Here’s the truth: I kill the enemy so someone, somewhere - probably someone I’ve never met and never will meet - will be happy.
Cheriss: That doesn’t make sense.
Wedge: Yes, it does. I told you how I lost my parents. Nothing I ever do can make up for that loss. But if I put myself in the way of people just as bad as the ones who killed my family, if I burn them down, then someone else they would have hurt gets to stay happy. That’s the only honorable thing about my profession. It’s not the killing. It’s making the galaxy a little better.
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musewrangler · 7 days
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Help. I’m drunk on delightful reader comments and need to write on four stories simultaneously. Is there a medication for that? 😂😉
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She was painfully beautiful, he thought. It was not often she wore dresses given her diplomatic work and the demanding nature of all the burdens she bore so well. But as she glided around the dance floor in Solo’s arms—the smuggler visibly counting steps under his breath—-she was angelic.
He was grateful to be here at all. Most people did not know who he was, as he had chosen to dress in a simple, unmarked Imperial uniform. There was an even mix of Republic and Imperial uniform amongst the guests which indicated those who served on the Lady as distinct from those stationed elsewhere.
He sipped at his champagne and watched as Piett approached the bride and groom to tap Solo’s shoulder politely. The man surrendered Leia willingly, and the Admiral swept her off with more grace.
And how could Anakin not consider that it should be him out there, holding his daughter in his arms on her wedding day?
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