I BELONG TO THE STARS. that's where i should be. i knew it the second i first left orbit. MY WORLD WAS RESTRICTING ME. i don't like being limited. space is almost frictionless. there is nothing holding me back . . . out there.
FLYREBEL β΄ private and selective writing blog for POE DAMERON of the STAR WARS FRANCHISE. extremely crossover friendly, notorious picker and chooser of canon. flown by big [ LATINA, 25 + , LESBIAN ]
GUIDE BELOW β’ Β MEMES β’Β STARTER CALLS β’Β VERSES
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THAT WILL BURN THE FIRST ORDER DOWN !
01. BASICS: this blog isΒ plot-driven and extremely crossover friendly, i am here to have a nice time and write silly little things with my internet barbies. this is not my number one priority and i am here toΒ HAVE FUN!Β i'll be around sporadically when time allows, i really do enjoy plotting things β it doesn't need to be too deep, we can wing most of anything! it's just nice to have a guideline to go ham on. no pressure, no reason to stress ourselves out!Β let's have a good time!
02. ETIQUETTE: obviouslyΒ don't be a dick or a bigot.Β i mind my business and appreciate people who do the same. i'llΒ not partake in callout culture or engage with drama of any sort,Β and if i see any sign of that kind of stuff (including vagueblogging) i will be softblocking
03. EXCLUSIVES: i am only ever doing this with people i amΒ really good friendsΒ with and have known for some time. no exclusivity will be done with anyone outside my inner circle, nor with any characters in poe's main canon ( leia, finn, rey, etc )
04. FOLLOWING: Β i am aiming to keep a relatively small dash. my main goal is to only follow people who i will beΒ actively writing with,Β which of course will mean lower number of people i follow if only because i am one person.Β please don't take my softblocking/not following back personallyΒ i never mean it in any bad way! i just like to keep a super clean dash for my own sake.
05. SHIPPING: love it, live for it. poe dameron is def a loverboy and i am super down to explore that side of the character! that being said, i've had terrible experiences with force shipping in the past and will be very selective with who i ship with from now on. i ship based solely on chemistry between characters and us as writers, meaning if we mesh well ooc and have a good relationship. I WILL NOT SHIP WITH ANYONE WITHOUT WRITING THE CHARACTERS OUT FIRST. i truly can't bring myself to write a ship that doesn't make sense for my character at a basic, chemistry level. please don't try and force anything with me, i will softblock if that's the case.
i will also not be shipping poe with k*lo r*n under any circumstances and if i see any of that ship on my dash i will crash out.
06: PORTRAYAL: i've been writing poe on and off since his conception in 2015 and have gotten really well-acquainted with his canon in the movies and in the extended universe alike. that being said, my portrayal will be mainly based on his characterization in TFA and the POE DAMERON COMICS, as well as elements from the novels he's present in ( resistance reborn and the tfa novelization mainly ). I DO NOT SUBSCRIBE TO THE SPICE RUNNER STORYLINE. i'm sure i don't need to explain why. poe is the son of war veterans who left yavin iv to become a new republic pilot and was recruited by leia due to his awesome display of skill, as seen in age of the resistance: poe dameron. that's it.
CANON THREADS WILL BE MAINLY SET IN A POST-TFA TIMELINE, allowing me to build on his rise from captain to commander and explore the canon of the movies in a way that makes more sense to me.
as for sw characters outside the sequels timeline: i have only an alright grasp on the world overall but my focus has always been poe and the timeline that concerns him. i do apologize in advance if i'm not familiar with characters from the other sw timelines, but i will try to the best of my ability to find some middle ground for us to interact in! i only ask for patience with this, as i am really far from a sw specialist.
07. WRITER AND CREDITS: you can call me big (is moving to paris), i'm latina, 25+ in age and commonly known as that one lesbian bitch who loves oscar isaac. i try to be as chill and approachable as possible so pls don't hesitate to message if you want to plot! all graphics, icon border and psd you see on here were made by me. please do not copy anything you see on this blog.
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β say fluke again, β and perhaps this time you'll start believing your own words. she doesn't know how else to get through to him. she's no jedi master, nor does she know how to persuade someone to follow a path they seemingly don't want to walk. instead, rey nods and sighs, turning on her heel to walk away. β fine. call it instinct. call it a side effect, β a side effect of being force sensitive, sure. β call it whatever you want, poe dameron. β she shakes her head, looks down to the ground beneath her, and begins to kick up dust and dirt. frustrated. and then she stops in her tracks -
an idea. rey smiles, feeling as though luke is stood over her shoulder, willing her to do it. and she knows leia would approve. β call it... whatever you want, β she whispers. in one swift motion, her whole body has lurched around to face him again. from piles of rubble, a stone finds it's way into her palm, and her fingers only grasp onto it briefly before she leans back, and throws hard towards his chest --
poe's eyes narrow, head tilting sideways. " fluke. " he says again for good measure, ever the mature one. one of these days, the lessons leia's been trying to knock into his thick skull would take root, put he's firmly on camp hotheaded pilot for the time being. " thanks, rey, i will keep calling it whatever i want. " poe tells the back of her head, his own frustrations causing him to roll his eyes in annoyance.
maybe if he had kept them locked on her, he wouldn't have been so slow on the uptake. before he knows it, the woman's turning around to face him and a goddamn rock is flying in his direction. all poe can really do is lean back and let his eyes widen in shock. reflexes kick in a moment too late, his hand trying to swat the stone rather than grabbing a hold of it and in doing so misses it completely.
it hits him smack dab in the center of his chest. a grunt is choked out in the back of his throat, losing a pulse of air on impact. poe can't register what just happened: he eyes the stone on the ground, the hand that is now pressed to his wounded chest, then back to the jedi or whatever she was calling herself these days. it didn't hurt an awful lot βΒ might leave some light bruising on the surface, but deep down? he wouldn't forget this. " WHAT THE HELL, REY?! "
β you know, i see what everyone else sees in you. β they nod, a hand comes to clasp, friendly, at his shoulder. β you're good. you've got the potential to be great. β
compliments were a tricky thing for poe. despite his bravado, the confidence he wore like an armor, it was still difficult to accept praise on a good day. he draws a humbled smile, tight lipped and accompanied by a nod. what does everyone see in me? wonders the young pilot before his shoulder is clasped by a firm hand.
looking to sabine, he considers asking them the origin of those rumors, but it seems unbecoming. instead, he does wha the does best: poe dameron keeps it light. " big words. i hope i can live up to 'em. " a lopsided smile follows. " thank you. " a beat, he perks up an eyebrow. " i don't suppose you got any tips on how i can level up to great, do ya? i'll take anything a rebel legend like you can give me. "
β it's a bit more than that, poe. β there was so much more he could do. the force is everywhere, in everything. with a heavy breath, she closed her eyes. on the back of her eyelids, she saw stars. they were moving away from her above a dense jungle, and suddenly the sky was filled with darkness. no, not sky. just nothing. in the distance, there was the pilot. he was calling out his orders again as he had earlier that day, and as he did, she could see the moment that had been playing over and over in her head. it was as though time slowed around just the two of them, as though they were somewhere else. β it wasn't a guess. you knew. β rey opened her eyes again, stepping forward. β you knew what was going to happen, you could see it. feel it. tell me that's not true. β
" i'm not doubtin' you βΒ " sentence dies in his throat, taken aback by the way she so unceremoniously closes her eyes mid conversation. poe's lips come shut, a frown creasing his brow very freely now that he can't be seen by her. see? this is the type of stuff he wants no part in! what is that?! " what're you β " he tries to speak again, no louder than a murmur, but that is also abandoned. sure enough, another feeling creeps in. for a second, the shape of a thought forms . . . like he knows what she's seeing. what she's doing. when her eyes grab a hold of his, he feels like she can see so much further than what he's comfortable with. into his soul. poe's not so fond of that, so he's quick to deflect.
" it's called instinct, rey. i got it from years of flying. sometimes you just know the right thing to do at the right time. but i don't need to explain it to ya, you're a pilot too. you get it. " well, clearly she had access to a wider database than he did, but that was not the point he's trying to make here. " it could also just be . . . a side effect. " he finds himself revealing too much without wanting to, but a figure from his childhood comes to his mind and the words roll off his tongue as if on their own accord. again, he dismisses it all.
a wide-eyed diplomat ... or perhaps the beloved daughter of a mining tycoon who reveled in the slow, seeping destruction of yet another precious moon ? maybe she's no one at all - just a hooded figure at the corner of a well-established cantina who nurses the same tiger pa cha that she ordered hours before.
or maybe today is is calla cobral, the only version of herself that has come to find poe dameron's side profile familiar ... and not entirely unwelcome.
calla leans back in her secluded booth and watches as a droid wheels itself towards poe, sloppily drops off the glass of pa cha that she orders for him, and putters away to it's next errand.
his presence here is the hallmark of budding chaos but calla belays the inquisition, opting instead to adopt a smile and lift her glass towards him when he takes notice of his shadowed benefactor.
always with his heart and mind both on the mission, poe makes the fatal mistake of not taking in the entirety of his surroundings. he preoccupies himself with the basics: locate the exit routes, lock down his target ( one of the staff workers who holds critical intelligence for the resistance ) and estimate roughly how many bucketheads could be in the perimeter. his track is singular up until a droid tries and fails to serve him pa cha.
POE CAN ONLY THINK OF ONE PERSON IN THE GALAXY WHO WOULD PAY HIM A ROUND ON THE JOB. IT'S HER TURN, AFTER ALL.
the next calculation he makes is entirely selfish: not yet having a visual on his target, poe gathers that he's got some minutes to spare. then, to soothe his own conscience, also makes note of how calla was always a good asset to have on his side. getting her to join their ranks would surely be a bigger get than the uncertain intel he'd come here for.
so poe dameron saunters over to her booth, a smirk dancing on his lips and a spark in his eyes that beams for more than just a cause. he slides to the seat across from her, notably empty-handed.
" if it was yours, it got lost in the way. you gotta make it up to me. " he nods to the bumbling droid that is dropping yet another order. this place has seen better days, but poe currently cares more about seeing her than dwell on that. " you gonna tell me what's brought you to these parts, or are we doing our usual game of guessing? " then, he leans back on his seat, eyes not only shamelessly drinking her in, but committing the sight to memory to last him until their next unexpected encounter. " it's good to see you, cal. you're lookin' good. "
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β΄ WE ARE THE SPARK THAT WILL LIGHT THE FIRE THAT WILL BURN THE FIRST ORDER DOWN !! INDIE & PRIVATE POE DAMERON OF THE STAR WARS FRANCHISE. FLOWN BY BIG.
it's too damn early for all this. poe is fairly used to finn's moods by now, but he usually had the decency to wait until his boyfriend had at least some caffeine in him before the spiral started. as it is, there isn't much poe can do for him. he's limited to grimaces and scrunching up his face in the hopes of chasing away a headache while finn freaks out over god knows what.
" i really don't, babe. " he drawls in response, hand coming to rub away the sleep from his tired, awfully heavy eyes. when he opens them again, he sees a hand with a ring shoved in their direction. still no bells ring ( MUCH LESS WEDDING ONES ) and he just frowns at the sight. " why are you mad? did you want a thumb ring or somethin'? y'said they were douchey. " still no louder than a murmur, poe's voice is hoarse and dry in his throat. as finn causes an earthquake on the mattress in his wake, poe takes the opportunity to bury his head back into the pillow. this hangover is killing him.
" is this the part where you get 'em cowering in fear? " search his feelings: there's not an ounce of it to be goddamn found. " 'cause i gotta level with ya, ginge, the whole menacing red glowstick act really doesn't do it for me. ya gotta try a little harder than that. "
β [ @lilybelle, SATINE KRYZE ] RISES WITH THE RESISTANCE.
" i can appreciate that you don't like the way i do things, senator, but you know what they say. " he should be given credit for holding back any form of bite from his tone; he's as polite and respectful as his FRUSTRATION allows him to be. " beggars can't be choosers. and right now, i'm all you've got. "
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" don't worry, i got this! " spoken too soon. before poe can have his hero turn and pull out this blaster, she gets ahead of him and promptly handles the bucketheads coming their way. all the pilot can do is watch in awe, fingers loosely around the handle of the gun that now just hangs from his arm. holy kriff.
his jaw is still hanging when she returns. " or i guess you got this. " he murmurs quietly, blinking himself back into his senses βΒ finally, a smile breaks through. THAT WAS INCREDIBLE! " ya need anything, di? water, a towel? " poe teases, his highest form of flattery. " if i'd known you could do that, i'd have shut up and just followed your lead a long time ago. "
" i'm not usually one to say this kinda thing, but . . . " call it growth, if you will. the hotheaded pilot was learning. " that sounds risky. too risky. there's gotta be a better way. "
β [ @avertapocalypse, BB-8 ] RISES WITH THE RESISTANCE.
" whoa, buddy, hold your engines there. " color him shocked. since when did beebe have such a mouth on them? " who taught you how to talk like that? " poe asks, though the answer flashes clear a moment later. his face twists in disapproval. " it was artoo, wasn't it? i'm tellin' ya, beebee, you can't be repeating what that droid says! artoo's different . . . they've seen things, alright? i want your language programming to stay clean. "
" next thing we know, i'm gonna be waving my fingers and tellin' people to hop on one leg. " the joke is made without heart behind it, only functioning as a wall to cover something deeper. poe's smile is too wide in delivering it, as if trying to chase away insecurities. a moment's silence makes him break. the daring pilot sobers up, licking over dried lips before abandoning his tried and true act: " rey, it was a fluke, okay? just because i made one good guess out there, it doesn't mean i got the force in me or whatever. that's not my department, it's yours. " he's only a cog in the machine, and quite content with the small role he's gotta play. poe doesn't need to bring any more heat to himself βΒ and, secretly, feared that which he does not know.
" you don't need to worry, senator. you're safe with me. " it's all very well and good up to this point: his voice is soothing, his eyes are sure, he's made it this far without a scratch on him. and then a beat later, he hands her over a helmet older than the republic. " i ain't got another one of these, so put that on. " poe unceremoniously heads for the pod, saddling up on it. the transport looks worse for the wear, like it might fall apart with the weight of one person on it, let alone two. to his merit, he doesn't seem to give a single kriff about it. " whaddaya waitin' for? hop on. we ain't got time to lose. "
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" we'll only get in trouble if we get caught. " says the devil on her shoulder who looks a hell lot like poe dameron. with a smirk that has convinced higher ranking officials into lesser deeds, he insists on the terrible idea: " c'mon, flygirl. i've been hearing all about your maneuvers from finn. i gotta see some for myself. whaddaya say? you and me and a couple of x-wings out there. it'll be a dogfight for the ages. "
β [ @lovedelayed , JAKE SERESIN ] RISES WITH THE RESISTANCE.
" i'm not mad. " he deadpans, continuing to inject nonchalance into his words: " it's just that whenever you open up your mouth i wanna shove a yoke down your throat, but that's just sort of where i exist now. it's a default kinda thing. "
