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theextendedzodiacas · 3 years

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hi okay so this is going to be sort of a general FAQ/rules for the blog.

WHAT WE OFFER:

moodboards

playlists

fashion boards

horn designs

redesigns of the signs themselves

wing designs

PLEASE DO NOT SPAM REQUESTS

nine times out of ten, your request will be filled by mod 8ean in the order it was received---older ones before newer ones. i will get to your request eventually, and sending the same request multiple times will not make me do them faster.

HOW TO REQUEST:

moodboards: please include the full extended sign (leries, sagius, et cetera---if your extended sign is a true sign, please clarify that you are requesting for a true aries, taurus, et cetera), and any additional themes/motifs you want in the moodboard. if you have a particular aesthetic in mind and it's not a widely-used/self-explanatory term (such as scene, cottagecore, goth, dark academia, kidcore, et cetera), please include examples of the kind of vibe you're after (so, for example, "cybergrunge: chain jewelry, casual e-girl influenced styles, neon lighting, and gritty photography"). if you are requesting a relationship moodboard (pinius ♥️ viro, for example) it is very helpful to include the genders of the individuals in question. not necessary, but very helpful.

note on relationship moodboards: we do all four quadrants, but please keep your request to a maximum of three individuals. we do not do more than two individuals in monogamous quadrants, with exception to the red quadrant bc human polyamory is a thing. (so "true aquarius ♠️ sagilo ♠️ arun" is not acceptable, but "true aquarius ♣️ sagilo ♣️ arun" is. likewise, "taurpia ♦️ lelo ♦️ pisci" is not acceptable, but "taurpia ♦️ lelo who is friends with a pisci" is). further explanation here. we also do quadrant vacillation, again with no more than three individuals per request (more than three is difficult to format). if you do not include a quadrant, i will assume red.

playlists: again, please include the full sign, and any preferences for genre/theme. these will take the longest, as i try to make each playlist unique (so, six unique songs per playlist, though i will re-use a few). like moodboards, it is VERY helpful to include the genders of individuals in relationship requests.

note on relationship playlists: the same applies here as for relationship moodboards---please limit your request to a maximum of three individuals, and please do not request a playlist for more than two individuals in a monogamous quadrant except red. we will do quadrant vacillation, but if you do not indicate a quadrant i will assume red.

fashion boards: please include the full sign and a presentation preference (masculine, feminine, or androgynous). your actual gender doesn't matter---i just want to find clothes that you are comfortable wearing. please include any size or style preferences in your request---for example, feminine, plus-size, and no skirts, or masculine with earrings.

WHAT WE DO NOT DO:

horn/wing designs: the full extended sign is all i need!

stim/gifboards. if you do extended-zodiac-based stim/gifboards and would like a promo, please let us know!

analyses. we used to offer analyses, but none of the active mods can do them, so we have not offered them for years. please go to @localbardofmind @zerotheclasspector and @amygda-sinyda for zodiac-based analyses, or if you do zodiac-based analyses, please let me know so i can promo you.

fantrolls. we used to offer fantroll designs, but the process became deeply unenjoyable, so we regretfully no longer offer them. you can peruse the tag of requests we did do here. anonymously requested designs are free for anyone to use. @systemgoblincore is accepting fantroll commissions. if you or someone you know accepts fantroll design requests or is taking commissions, let me know so i can promote you here.

kin stuff. we are an extended zodiac blog, so we will NOT do requests like "moodboard for a tavros that misses his moirail aradia." we WILL do requests that rely on the signs, like "moodboard for a true taurus page who misses his moirail, a true aries maid girl." luckily, @kinburger does kin-based moodboards, stimboards, icons, care kits, and edits, and they also fulfill general classpect requests. if you or anyone else you know runs a homestuck kin blog, please let me know!

bloodswaps. because every sign has its counterpart in every other sign class, we feel that bloodswaps are redundant and would lead to unnecessary confusion in our tagging system. we WILL do mutant colors, hemo-anonymous, and moodboards/etc for signs with a color THEME outside of their sign, but not "blood-swapped signs." we work with the extended zodiac as written. so: tldr: "arsces with dark green themes" or "mutant (cyan blue) taurittanius" are fine, but "bloodswapped gemga (jade-ways)" is not.

fusion signs/non-canon signs. while we do dual-dreamer requests, that is under one sign of the canonical extended zodiac. for example, "dual dreamer true gemini" is valid, but "virgo/virpio dual aspect sign" is not valid. "redesigns" only re-design canon sign symbols---we do not invent new signs.

general classpect stuff. again, we are an extended zodiac blog, so please include your extended sign. we will NOT accept requests like "playlist for a tealblood sylph of mind." however, @rogue-of-heart-classpecting does general classpect moodboards and analyses. please check them out if that's something you want. @kinburger also fulfills general classpect requests as well as kin requests. if you or anyone else you know runs a general classpect blog, please let me know!

general astrology stuff. unfortunately we are a homestuck blog. if you know any blogs that offer content similar to ours for Actual Human Astrology, please let us know so we can promo them.

requests that are not specific enough. we CANNOT do "virsci page ♥️ aquarist rogue" because we MUST have a format. please include whether you want a moodboard/playlist/et cetera in your ask.

multiple requests per ask. please only request one thing per ask. if we get a request like "moodboard or playlist for taursces" we will pick ONE of those things to do, but if you send a request like "moodboard and playlist for an aro" neither will be done.

trauma-core/content explicitly about trauma or trauma responses. mod 8ean is neurotypical and feels that making content of this nature as a neurotypical, even at the request of others, would both glorify and trivialize the very real pain and struggle of those who dissociate/suffer from extreme phobias/have ptsd or other traumagenic mental illnesses. we WILL do requests that are dark, angsty, or edgy and requests that deal with recovery or general negative emotions. requests like "angsty moodboard for a lerist with water and knives," "sad playlist for a piun" or "moodboard for a gemsces recovering from self-harm" is fine, but "moodboard for a caprio with a fear of snakes and themes of disassociation" is not.

IF ONE OF THE MODS ASKS FOR CLARIFICATION ON A REQUEST, YOU MUST RE-SEND YOUR REQUEST IN FULL WITH THE CLARIFICATION. otherwise we will forget the original request by the time we get to yours.

so, PLEASE send your clarification like "yes, for the moodboard both the scorus heir and the aquaza seer are trans. the scorus is a boy and the aquaza is a girl." as in, the format of the request, the signs in the request, AND the clarification are all included in your follow-up. please do not reply to our post asking for clarification, because, again, we will forget your full request and it will not get done.

we do every request we get, so rest assured, your request WILL be posted. our inbox is always open (unless otherwise stated in the blog's header).

thank you for reading this far down, and now for the fun stuff!

We have a Discord Server, where Mods Kitty and Taako sometimes do analyses! Besides that, it's just a fun place to hang out and talk Homestuck! We welcome all fantrolls and sonas. It's a chill time!

i'll be updating this post with any questions you all have. again, thanks for reading!

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capricornus-rex · 4 years

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Someone Left to Save (10)

Cal Kestis x Reader

Requested by Anon

Summary: The Mantis crew arrives to the capital of Ulfin, in the planet of Pevera, under siege. They meet the local rebel cell spearheaded by the former Republic admiral, Jax Beneb, who seeks to destroy the Empire’s occupation that was aggressively imposed upon while exploiting the planet of its natural resources. A plan is devised to destroy the Imperial’s main base of operations—as well as their influence—in the planet; however, it was a do-or-die mission that you and Cal had gotten yourselves caught in.

A/N: What isn’t strictly prohibited but you feel its illegal? Writing drafts of my fanfic in my office desktop LMAO the banking industry here can be pretty tight with their rules tho. AAAAAHH So sorry I haven’t been posting!!! For the past 2 days, I was finishing this whole chapter and I’ve gotten into like one-fourth of the next chapter!! (stay tuned! that one’s gonna be intense! ;w;)

Tags: Force-Sensitive! Reader, Inquisitor! Reader, Jedi! Reader, Fake Death, Jedi turned Inquisitor, Seduction to the Dark Side, Turn to the Dark Side, The Dark Side of the Force, Aftermath of Torture, Torture, Psychological Torture, Redemption Arc! Reader, Possible Redemption, Premonitions

Also in AO3

Chapters: 1 – 2 – 3 – 4 – 5 – 6 – 7 – 8 | Previous: Part 9 | Next: Part 11 | Masterlist

10 of ?

Relying on the spies’ intel didn’t cut it anymore, so getting out there was the best course of action. You perfectly knew that this is no race against the other Inquisitors, and each Jedi is just hunted game in the eyes of the Grand Inquisitor, Darth Vader, and the Emperor altogether.

You marched to the hangar with a graceful, poised stride. When you saw the hangar officers conversing by the entrance, they stiffened at the sight of you.

“Prepare my ship!” you barked.

The mechanics and engineers scrambled to your TIE Fighter—distinguishable by its black body, a red intercrossed stripe making the cockpit look like a rifle’s reticle from the outside—you watched them inspect, recalibrate, and refuel the vehicle before confirming that it’s safe for travel.

“All engines go for your TIE Fighter, Twelfth Sister,”

“Good,”

You climbed the ladder to the cockpit and made yourself comfortable. The mechanics scurried to detach the hooks and cables strapped to the vessel as you pump up the engines. The hangar attendant waved his signal rods in front of your cockpit as you slowly hover forward, following the path the attendant is carving for you, when you inched closer to the open air you cranked the throttle’s lever and accelerated. The rotors rippled out a ring of dust and air as it slowly gained some velocity, and then you zoom out of the hangar like a black comet and out of Mons Golotha.

In less than 20 minutes, the X1 TIE Fighter’s speed hindered as soon as it entered Mons Golotha’s exosphere. Staring back at you through that cockpit windshield is the star-dotted vacuum of space.

“Okay, Cal sweetheart, where could you be hiding?” you mutter to yourself as you fire up the nav computer.

You drive the TIE forward, farther and farther away from the orbiting moon, you weren’t trying to pick up a signal—you’re trying to find some peace, ironically, in the dead blankness of the galaxy in the hopes to pick up where you left in your meditation earlier. Your grip loosened, no more than a delicate, dainty hold of the steering wheel, you let go and let yourself get lost in concentration.

The heavy, gloomy hum of space helped you drown out all of the white noise in order for you to focus better. A silent call whose echo reaches as far as the system in the ten parsecs. You struggle to recall the image of the place where you saw Cal in—that’s your next best shot in finding him.

A blinding red hue—it’s either morning or afternoon wherever he is. You could even feel the prickling heat underneath your suit.

An arid wasteland. A single city perched atop one of the mesas erected across the sandy, barren expanse.

This planet is wholly new to you.

You see Cal standing atop a mesa whose surface has cracked, brought upon by intense drought, it overlooks the small city not larger than half a quadrant of Coruscant’s city block. The image sharply jabbed its way through your skull, causing you to flick your eyelids up, and return to reality.

“Jeddah!” you gasped its name.

The place is unheard of to you, going back to Mons Golotha to check the archives would prove to be inconvenient. The next plausible move is to follow your instincts. You crane the neck of the nav computer so it faces you, then your fingers tapped away with the buttons—it was strange, though you weren’t startled, you knew exactly what its coordinates are, and so you charted your course to Jeddah.

When the computer screen glowed green and showed a map of the destination, without reluctance, you punched it—pushing the steering forward and the TIE Fighter cuts through the empty space like an arrowhead.

—–

JEDDAH

Cal sits at the edge of the exact mesa where you saw him in your vision, taking under the stout branches of a dead tree. He’s lost count of the days you’ve been gone, he wagered it to be roughly a month now—and he still hasn’t moved on, he refuses to. Gradually, his new habits have become routine to him, not that he’s gotten any better; he remains stoic, almost unfeeling, and his fighting has lost its grace.

If only you could see him now—he’s riddled with sear marks either from his pastime tinkering or the miss-by-a-hair grazes from Stormtroopers’ blasts, bruises, and brand new scars. He refuses healing from Merrin’s magick and makes do with the stims BD-1 supplies for him; but truthfully, he prefers your Force Healing. He misses the warm touch of your palm flat on his skin, wherever his injury might be, the soothing sensation might as well be a thing of the past for him.

The humid wind blows over his cheeks, red sand pricks at his freckles. He sits there, eyes closed, feeling for something cannot name yet knows wholeheartedly.

“[Y/N]…” he mouthed. The utterance of your name is carried away by the wisp of sand.

Nothing.

He yearned to feel it again. He had hoped he would.

His meditation bore no fruit due to his desperation, impatience, and a directionless, bottled up anger.

“Come on…” he growled, squeezing his eyes shut as the rays of the sun blazed through the spaces between the tree branches.

Over several parsecs away, Cal’s voice saying your name—all but a whisper—and a deep humming rang altogether behind your ears. In the first few minutes, you’re unbothered by it, until it did reach you. Your eyes on the windshield wandered, searching the skies for the source, spotting planets and moons here and there.

Cal locked in on the connection, his furrowed eyebrows now relaxed, his breathing calmed and he maintained the ideal, tranquil stillness of his meditation.

The humming grew louder, it evolved into a deeper, more baritone rumbling—like a stampede in the distance—you kept looking for its origin, but neither a single planet nor moon in the system you’re in seem to have the answer. You lent a few more minutes of listening in, hoping you’d make sense of it until you picked up the same familiar sensation as earlier.

“[Y/N]…?” asked Cal, confirming your presence through the Force.

You didn’t speak, you exploited the connection to clear out the cloudiness surrounding your objective. The red mesa in the desert appeared before your eyes, a dead tree, and the city overlooking the city sitting atop a single, erect rock pillar large enough to cradle it.

[Y/N]…! Please…!

A wicked grin snaked on your face. Your jaw clenched and your eyes had a sinister glint.

“Found you!” you hissed.

According to your nav, you’re two systems away from Jeddah. You pulled the computer by its metal neck, your fingers flying all over the keyboard as you calculate the jump to lightspeed.

Never have you ever punched the buttons on the dashboard of your fighter, you were particularly fond and careful of this TIE Fighter, though the excitement of finally spotting your prey caused you to crank the steering wheel forward so hard that the cogs inside groaned, consequently making the thrusters roar with great enthusiasm and haul the vessel at its full speed.

You grinned as you put the pedal to the metal with your fighter, you licked your lips and smirked.

“Don’t worry, sweetie, I’m coming for you.”

The young Jedi got out of the trance and he’s out of breath, exhilarated by the fact that you are alive after all this time—after all this time of defending that exact same point in every debate amongst the Mantis crew—but connecting with you felt different and eerie. BD-1 inched closer to his owner, his scanners picking up Cal’s stress levels and his increased heart rate. A single chirp caught the boy’s attention.

“It’s [Y/N], BD, but…”

“Bee…?”

“I have a bad feeling about her,”

The droid was in disbelief, BD never imagined—not even his processors and circuit board—that Cal would say that about you! He sent out a whole string of trills, questions that Cal couldn’t translate one at a time. He eased his little droid companion, gently gesturing at him to calm down.

“I think we need to tell this to Cere,”

The most concrete proof he could ever get a hold of was a connection from you through the Force. He questioned himself if Cere would believe him, considering she is the closest he can come to in terms of the ways of the Force.

Cal comes rushing back to the Mantis.

“Cere!” he started to call repeatedly when he was only a few meters away until he got into the ship.

The boy was a huffing and puffing mess when he threw himself into the ship, startling everyone and inadvertently interrupting their individual pastimes.

“Cal? What happened?” Cere had to lower her leather journal away from her face just to check on the boy.

“Are you alright?”

“Slow down, kid! It’s not like we’re leaving without you all of a sudden!”

“That’s not it!” he panted. He then turned to the older woman. “Cere, didn’t Cordova write something about having two Force-sensitive beings connecting or communicating through the Force?”

The more Cal rambled on with his queries, Cere had to put her book down on the lounge table to listen to the redheaded youngster. She knows he’s onto something—his excitement is just making slightly incoherent. Her lips parted as if to say something, but the boy is unconsciously unfurling new discoveries with the ways of the Force.

“Well, I just connected with [Y/N]!”

Greez cuts in as politely as he can. “Wai—Wait, how did you know it was [Y/N]? Moreover, what do you mean by ‘connect’?”

“Her voice!” he then remembers the eerie feeling that he put him off during the trance. “But… something doesn’t feel right.”

“About what? About [Y/N]?” Merrin joins in on the subject, curious and intrigued about your well-being, pausing from her tending of the terrarium and stepping down to the lounge table.

“So is it really her or just some random voice you heard that sounds just like her? My poor brain inside this gray head of mine can’t really grasp all of your Force mumbo-jumbo.”

“Cal, you don’t think—?”

Cal immediately refuses Cere’s theory without even letting her finish.

“No!” he bolts. “It can’t be. It’s impossible!”

“Cal, we can’t say for sure. But if you do have a bad feeling about it, then you best be prepared for what you’re about to see when she comes to you.”

There was a foreboding tone in Cere’s voice, consciously warning the boy of what’s to come. In his mind, Cal battled with himself and his inhibitions.

It’s not fair! In his mind, he whined like a child, on the verge of sobbing.

In what ought to be roughly a month and few weeks since you disappeared in Ulfin, his ecstasy in knowing that you truly are alive is instantly overridden by the fear that he cannot pinpoint yet—more like, he cannot accept yet should it be realized.

Coming out of hyperspace brought you to half a parsec away from Jeddah. In the nav, you can see the designated planet outlined in green amidst the others drawn in blue, blending in with the screen’s dark blue background.

You eased down to the regular flying speed as you close the distance between you and Jeddah. While the TIE Fighter cruises through space, passing by the neighboring planets, you cannot help but feel… bothered. Earlier, before you went to hyperspace, you were quite startled with how you behaved—you have never acted like this before. This was your very first solo campaign, as well.

Could it be excitement? For what, exactly? For doing something you want all alone—exactly how you want it? Perhaps.

Uncertainty? Because within the recesses of your being, the old you still lives albeit imprisoned?

“Enough!” you roared, leaning too hard and too fast to accidentally hit the back of your head. “Aaargh! Ow…”

You finally calmed down, for real this time, and your attention from the pain rippling across the back of your skull shifted to the repetitive bleeping of the nav computer. You leaned closer to the dashboard, peering on the screen; the radar indicates that you’re approaching the planet’s orbit. You buckle up and prepare the first phase of atmospheric entry.

Your arms flew in all directions, flicking switches and pressing buttons all over the ship—setting up the shields, applying the right amount of pressure on the steering wheel to counter the gravity, and finding the optimum speed. You close in on the bright, sunshine-gold sheen of Jeddah’s atmosphere.

The leather sank as you lean back, the turbulence made the ship rattle under your feet—the shields are doing its job to keeping the shaking to a minimum—and the TIE Fighter tore through the skies easily.

“Well, that turned out more effortlessly than I expected,” you sighed. “Now, to find you, Cal.”

The same feeling you had when you were still out in space returned, only this time, much louder and more prominent. There wasn’t a doubt that you’ve come to the right place; the connection has staled over time, perhaps Cal has given up in trying. The TIE Fighter circles in the skies in search for a specific city atop a mesa, at least a common signal belonging to it.

Along Cal’s trek, he spots your TIE Fighter—in perfect coincidence—zooming through Jeddah’s sky as a growing black speck. He squints his eyes and shades them with his hand over his brows.

“That can’t be good.”

“If this thing could hold a droid, things would’ve been much easier!” you grumbled as you manually optimized the transmitter. You sighed when no blips popped on the radar. “Might as well find someplace to land.”

At first, the ripple of the Force—barely a whisper again, drowned by the engine hum of the TIE—ran in the back of your mind. Unconsciously feeling it, you’re practically welcoming it; Cal gets the exact same feeling as he watches your TIE Fighter circle the horizon, curious what this lone fighter could be doing in some place as desolate as Jeddah.

He senses the familiarity from the TIE Figher’s pilot, of all people, and little by little he starts to think that it’s not impossible.

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