send “🌿🍒” (or “mistletoe”) for my muse’s reaction to standing under a mistletoe with your muse 

A drink and a few sips into the night allow her to be in a delightful, airy mood. She didn't always enjoy these events. Functions flooded with the Galaxy's uppers. A certain care into the appearance that removes her from the effortless way she usually dresses. But that holidays enchant. Morphing that typical stuffy into (somewhat) pleasant beings.

So she hovers herself under the mistletoe. Feeling particularly flirty and wanting. She tips her drink and scans the crowd. And when she hears someone step beside her, she looks with a smile.

His attendance is unanticipated. And it shows on her face. "You're... here?" Blinking away the doubt he was actually there, she shifts to face him a little better. Yes, he was without a doubt there. She taps him on the elbow and users with her head for him to follow him. Stepping off to the side a bit. She can't kiss him. It would be a bad idea, right?

"What are you doing here? Are you not allergic?"

𝒇𝒕. @cnlyluck

@cnlyluck / sc

❝ You can just sleep over, you know. ❞ they'd been exchanging information between their casual talks and it'd dragged long into the night. ❝ Not frolicking into the night one time won't kill you. ❞

@cnlyluck liked for a starter!

𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙽𝙾 𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝚃𝙾𝙻𝙳 𝚈𝙾𝚄 about heists was how much waiting around the whole thing involved. Waiting to meet contacts. Waiting for intel. Waiting for the moment for it all went down. Aphra passed the time tinkering, but even that only staved off the boredom for so long; there was nothing particularly advanced about the scrap she had lying around the Ark Angel, so her mind was free to wander, eventually settling on the subject of her partner-in-crime. 

Over her shoulder she said, “Hey, Lucky.”

“Truth or dare?"

( ❛ i say nothing. i know nothing. i certainly don’t remember a thing. ❜ ) ╲ @cnlyluck

                      ❝  ah…  ❞     her expression remained deceptively smooth along the drawn out sound, a note of understanding filtering through.   considering what little she could gather about the young man from his appearance, the shift in his stance, his refusal hardly shocked her.   arms gingerly crossing her torso, the journalist allowed her head to slip into a half cocked, position, subtly inquisitive.     ❝  i’m afraid i understand.  ❞

                      what a series of disappointments…   with a progression of gentle pokes into the perimeter of the subject, she’d striven to explore how far she could delve without the sort of stubbornness which not only called attention but also potential trouble.   honestly, she hadn’t expected to get far, and yet, she’d still attempted the investigation nevertheless.

                      ❝  how about this:  i buy you a cup of caf,  ❞     she emphasized the beverage, not wishing him to believe her pushing him toward a loosened tongue.      ❝  for your trouble.  ❞

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result generated: 20. a kiss that won’t be remembered.

He looks almost... Younger like this. Resting on her meager cot, the thrum of the ship all around them as it throttles through hyperspace.

They took turns when flying long trips like this, hunting bounties together to split the costs and effort. Despite their bickering, they fought remarkably well together. It was if they were in sync... Energies lined up in neat little rows, used as blades in the fight.

It was Lucky's turn to sleep. Robin would navigate, keep an eye out for any pirates or cops of the New Republic trying to make a name for themselves out in the outer reaches of the galaxy. She didn't have the same silver tongue as Lucky, but with her Mandalorian crest and intimidation tactics, sometimes a heavier touch was needed.

In the silence, Robin could afford to be soft. Nobody would see. Nobody would know. Especially not Lucky... The young man she cared for more than she liked to admit.

They were mirror images of one another. Siblings desperate to protect their kin. Bounty hunters wounded by their Masters, the teachings they endured to become strong.

A soft pwish resounds in the quiet chamber as the beskar helmet is removed, the wolf gazing down with soft, glittering ocean hues. Oh so carefully, her gloved fingers push dark strands from Lucky's face, as if she were afraid of breaking him.

Without even thinking about it, her lips land on his forehead... Gentle. Just a whisper of a touch, yet speaking loudly of her affections. A touch far sweeter than either of them deserved.

With that dumb idea fulfilled, she retreated to the pilot's seat. And promptly whacked herself in the head with her palm, the glove muffling the sound, but not the impact.

(What am I going to do with you?)

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"I have found I am in need of a smuggler," he spoke calmly, back turned to the boy the white coated troopers had brought him. Hands clasped calmly behind his back. Fingers glinting with thick, gold and silver rings. "Someone who works below the law...I am told this could be you." If it wasn't, then the Admiral had no problem with snuffing out another worthless life.

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"Look," Rhys starts, plain and simple as he leans forward over the table, "I'm gonna compensate you for your work. All you have to do in return is use the gun in some of your... 'action-y' moments for the next month, then give it back to me when we meet again and I give you the other half of your commission fee.

"I could draw up a contract for you, if that makes it easier." Rhys leans back, one leg crossing over the other. "You'd really be doing me a favour here, pal."

Then again, it's not like Rhys should have to ingratiate himself so much. The guy had responded to an ad along the lines of GUN TESTER WANTED FOR BUDDING NEW MANUFACTURER, COMPENSATION INCLUDED. It should've been clear from that alone that Rhys isn't some bigshot, even if the fancy Atlas logo on the side of the pistol the other man is holding as he examines it might say otherwise.

"So, uh... what do you say?"

@cnlyluck / ✶ ── starter call.

"Oh, it is you." It was spoken casually, as if Obi-Wan had seen the young man before him a dozen times over and as if his recognition hadn't come from the little spark within him which rang with such familiarity. It was a small, meek thing, but easy enough to identify in a sea of foreign thoughts and confusing energies. And it had been just as much a comfort as it was a nuisance, the assurance that the living Force was still beside him was almost enough to balance the taxing effort of trying to locate such a faint echo of it—the planet was rich with all stems of life and reaching for it had been no easier than reaching for a drop of water in a puddle of oil. The other was certainly no Jedi, not even sensitive enough for a seeker to find him if they tried (and certainly less so than anyone in the Agricorps), but Obi-Wan had always had a soft spot for others touched by the Force, as if they could understand each other better by what lurked beneath their skin. "Apologies if I am interrupting anything," his tone was even, still ever the negotiator, because as much as he wanted to trust his stranger, he was still actively aware of the weapon holstered behind him. "I believe you can help me with something, if you have a minute."

PROMPTS FOR STARRY-EYED SOULMATES - you don't know what you do to me.

She can feel herself click in and out of the same pattern. And she doesn't know what's worse. The intention of breaking up with him but not being able to the second she sees his face. Or not really being a couple to begin with.

The real problem is she wants them to be something they can't be. She wonders if it'll always be that way with her.

And he just has to say something like that. How could she ever deny him now? "No, I don't." She has some idea but then again, not really. Sometimes she doesn't know if she's a distraction or someone that matters to him. "Tell me." She's sober enough to hear it and maybe he thinks she's drunk enough to forget it in the morning. She won't. Or at least she hopes she won't.

They're in his bed. She's lying on her side, her cheek in her palm. And she's thinking she must mean something to him to be able to be here. Come to his door all drunk and needy and have him let her in.

𝒇𝒕. @cnlyluck

sc / @cnlyluck

❝ This is a big house…This is what they call “rich people shit”… ❞  he clucks his tongue, glancing about; he's not impressed. ❝ It's a testament, really. You know, to how money can't by everything. Taste is what seems to be lacking most here. Do you see this tile pairing with the general décor theme? ❞

His voice at least is somewhat hushed, gossiping as he did. ❝ See, this is why I prefer the anarchist, burn it all type villain. The capitalists, the for-profit villains...god, they never have any style despite having plenty of profit to at least attempt some...❞

Another shake of his head and he stops for a moment to turn to Lucky. ❝ I know I am your plus one here but if anything is said to me, unprovoked, I will be leaving with his tongue as a souvenir. ❞

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MULTIMUSE MEME: Send a " ⭐ " and I will list muses I would be interested in throwing at yours, or potential muse combinations if you are also a multi. If you like any of the suggested combinations, you are welcome to come plot or start interactions with them.

Luke ofc. I haven't had much opportunity to write with him, so it would be fun to flesh him out during his Rebellion phase. Maybe do some alternate threads with timeline- ROTJ vs ANH?

Leia (roleswap) she's much more sassy than her twin. It would be a little hard not repeating plots between her and Luke, but we could explore how her ending would be different- would she want to continue the Jedi Order or would she demolish it in favor of regular democracy?

Din is a given. Stoic awkward bounty hunter forced to interact with another bounty hunter. Might be fun if Lucky thought he knew Robin since they're both Mandos, but then realize the whole helmet extremist rule is different. Just come tease this himbo, do it.

Kyubey would be fun, since his species is alien and has ties to other worlds besides Earth. He can emotionlessly explain the magical girl cycle to Lucky and watch the poor guy deal with that XD

I've always wanted to make a SW AU for Kaguya-hime, have her be this escaped moon princess trying to enjoy life outside of her destiny. Lucky could help her run away?

Nimona. Just. Gremlin hours. Mission goes wrong and suddenly Lucky is riding a humpback whale.

There's more but I don't wanna make it too difficult for ya to pick a starter.

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;; my friend, I know we don't really write or talk as much, but I'm always wondering how you're making out. This new year I wanna try to be more social and reach out to folks the minute I think of them... so pls hang on! I'm coming! I am running at mach speeds for you! Here I come!!

Bandersnatch // ACCEPTING      ↳ @cnlyluck​ said:  “ what have you done ? “

"𝐈 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐁𝐔𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐒 from thirds to halves,” Aphra said, holstering her blaster back against her hip. Her nose scrunched at the smell -- an acrid, burning scent that had become all too familiar over the years. On the ground, their ( former ) business partner still lay smoking. He thought he was smart. Now he was just dead. “You can thank me later.” 

With a shove of her boot, his body toppled back over the canyon’s cliff, down, down, down, the ravine they barely managed to claw their way out of. Dusting off her hands in a job well done, she only noticed Lucky’s scowl as she turned. 

“Hey -- don’t give me that look. If it wasn’t him, it was going to be one of us.” Quick to smile again, she threw an arm over his shoulder, leading the two of them back towards the Ark Angel. 

“And believe it or not, I’m fond of our little partnership.” 

                    lips set tightly together as leia stared steadfastly at a point along where the wall and floor met, fighting the urge to press her fingertips against her forehead… as if that could relieve the pressure building behind her eyes.   far more pressing business sat before her than a mere headache.   russet gaze flickered to the young man, assessing.     ❝  did she tell you what we need assistance with?  ❞

@cnlyluck

@cnlyluck asked: “You aren’t what I expected, but I hope to be surprised.”

“Hmph,” he lifted up his chin slightly to peer at the dark haired human whom he had come to meet at the derelict station’s airlocks, “And pray tell me what did you expect?”

Maul was wearing a black uniform that donned the crest of the Rebel Alliance. He had his blaster rifle on his back, pistol on his hip and a vibroknife on the other. In addition, a few of his probe droids hovered near him awaiting instruction. He didn’t know what kind of tale Qi’ra had spun about him and he wasn’t sure if he even wanted to know, especially if it involved "his former glories".

He tossed a glowrod at the man and turned around to stalk deeper into the darkness that had enveloped the former Tython orbital station. “Know that I am only allowing you to come with me as a favour to Qi’ra. Do not touch anything, and follow my instructions.” 

Tython had been riddled with violent high altitude storms for what seemed to be, according to the station’s scans, decades now. He navigated through the corridors, following the signs of faded aurebesh, into the command centre of the station. “We have to find a way planetside from here, there is a high possibility neither of our ships would withstand the storms once we breach atmosphere. Or if we dare try, then we better have a backup plan of how to get off the planet, in the possibility that our ships are rendered… earthbound.”

@cnlyluck / sc

He's tired, that much is clear. Tired and yet he persisted for one reason or another-—spite, likely. Pure stubbornness perhaps. A slew of physical papers covered his work desk alongside a whole other mess of other files being holo-projected at the end of it.

❝ I know I'd complain if it were the case but...why can't anything just be SIMPLE? I'd have an easier time tracking down the entire rebel force and every single remaining Force user out there than I've been finding this one wretched bastard child for this business tycoon mogul. ❞ he lets the papers drop and sits back in his seat, rubs at his eyes.

❝ Please tell me you've been having a more enjoyable time on your side of things. I need to live vicariously through you. ❞