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@kalesera
ke barjurir gar'ade, jagyc'ade kot'la a dalyc'ade kotla'shya.
independent and private portrayal of satine kryze of the star wars universe. heavily headcanon based and canon divergent. mixed canon and legends friendly. loved by kelli ( 24, she / her. ) affiliated with @alligais.
carrd. lore. sideblog. pinterest. playlist.
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hey so i’m dumb and got my discord hacked, so don’t open that link.
i’m not gone, but i think i’m just gonna call this a little semi hiatus while i get myself back together 💙
Wale Ayinla, from “Portrait of a Boy with Grief”
mr mouse, quit being a coward and give me a satine reference.
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𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺 . ( a collection of 100 nonverbal action prompts . mature and potentially triggering themes are present . add “ + reverse ” to swap assigned roles . )
∗ o1﹕ sender tucks hair out of receiver’s face . ∗ o2﹕ sender offers receiver a bite from their fork . ∗ o3﹕ sender places their feet / legs in receiver's lap . ∗ o4﹕ sender offers receiver an earbud to share their music . ∗ o5﹕ sender comforts receiver in the aftermath of a nightmare . ∗ o6﹕ sender gives receiver company in the hospital . ∗ o7﹕ sender wraps their arms around a hysterical receiver to calm them . ∗ o8﹕ sender shows up at receiver’s home late at night . ∗ o9﹕ sender falls asleep leaning against receiver . ∗ 1o﹕ sender wields a [ gun / knife ] at receiver . ∗ 11﹕ sender runs their fingers through receiver’s hair . ∗ 12﹕ sender invites receiver to dance . ∗ 13﹕ sender takes a [ picture / video ] of receiver . ∗ 14﹕ sender places their head in receiver’s lap . ∗ 15﹕ sender and receiver make eye contact across a busy room . ∗ 16﹕ sender pushes receiver against a wall to kiss them . ∗ 17﹕ sender and receiver cook together . ∗ 18﹕ sender comes to receiver after being injured . ∗ 19﹕ sender sits in receiver’s lap . ∗ 2o﹕ sender lifts receiver's chin , invoking eye contact . ∗ 21﹕ sender overtakes receiver in combat . ∗ 22﹕ sender finds receiver [ injured / bloodied ] . ∗ 23﹕ sender straightens an article of receiver’s clothes . ∗ 24﹕ sender crawls into bed with receiver . ∗ 25﹕ sender rolls their eyes at receiver . ∗ 26﹕ sender lights receiver’s [ cigarette / joint ] . ∗ 27﹕ sender is caught wearing receiver's clothes . ∗ 28﹕ sender strikes receiver with a pillow . ∗ 29﹕ sender writes a note on receiver’s skin : [ note ] . ∗ 3o﹕ sender wraps a blanket around receiver’s shoulders . ∗ 31﹕ sender runs and jumps into receiver’s arms . ∗ 32﹕ sender shoves receiver out of anger . ∗ 33﹕ sender hovers over receiver’s shoulder as they complete a task . ∗ 34﹕ sender is found by receiver somewhere they shouldn’t be . ∗ 35﹕ sender curls up against receiver in their sleep . ∗ 36﹕ sender is found drunk by receiver . ∗ 37﹕ sender throws an item of sentiment bitterly at receiver . ∗ 38﹕ sender joins receiver in the shower . ∗ 39﹕ sender is caught following receiver . ∗ 4o﹕ sender traces one of receiver’s [ scars / bruises ] . ∗ 41﹕ sender twines their fingers with receiver’s . ∗ 42﹕ sender barges into receiver’s home unannounced . ∗ 43﹕ sender kicks receiver’s shin beneath a table . ∗ 44﹕ sender aggressively shoves past receiver . ∗ 45﹕ sender kisses receiver’s [ forehead / cheek ] . ∗ 46﹕ sender pulls receiver out of harm’s way . ∗ 47﹕ sender is found sobbing by receiver . ∗ 48﹕ sender locks receiver out of their room . ∗ 49﹕ sender brings receiver [ coffee / tea ] in the morning . ∗ 5o﹕ sender rests their forehead against receiver’s . ∗ 51﹕ sender plays a song for receiver that reminds them of them : [ song ] . ∗ 52﹕ sender takes a [ punch / stab / bullet ] meant for receiver . ∗ 53﹕ sender buys receiver a drink at a bar . ∗ 54﹕ sender needs receiver’s help getting in the bath . ∗ 55﹕ sender and receiver cross paths in the kitchen late at night . ∗ 56﹕ sender twists receiver’s arm behind their back . ∗ 57﹕ sender winks at receiver . ∗ 58﹕ sender is found collapsed by receiver . ∗ 59﹕ sender prevents an injured receiver from getting up . ∗ 6o﹕ sender claps a hand over receiver’s mouth to silence them . ∗ 61﹕ sender cages receiver against a [ wall / the floor ] with their arms . ∗ 62﹕ sender storms away from receiver during an argument . ∗ 63﹕ sender is found by receiver sleeping in receiver’s bed . ∗ 64﹕ sender [ applies / touches up ] receiver’s makeup . ∗ 65﹕ sender throws receiver into a wall during combat . ∗ 66﹕ sender dances sensually with receiver . ∗ 67﹕ sender strikes receiver across the face . ∗ 68﹕ sender places their hand on receiver’s leg while driving . ∗ 69﹕ sender pulls a chair out from under receiver . ∗ 7o﹕ sender catches receiver’s wrist when they turn to leave . ∗ 71﹕ sender leaves an intimate mark on receiver . ∗ 72﹕ sender beats receiver in a video game . ∗ 73﹕ sender and receiver stand in stunned silence after a fight . ∗ 74﹕ sender cares for receiver while they’re sick . ∗ 75﹕ sender and receiver go on a hike . ∗ 76﹕ sender is caught snooping in receiver’s things . ∗ 77﹕ sender and receiver cuddle while watching television . ∗ 78﹕ sender throws something aggressively at receiver . ∗ 79﹕ sender creeps up behind receiver to scare them . ∗ 8o﹕ sender and receiver go shopping together . ∗ 81﹕ sender helps receiver [ dye / style ] their hair . ∗ 82﹕ sender draws receiver into a kiss by the back of their neck . ∗ 83﹕ sender is discovered having a panic attack by receiver . ∗ 84﹕ sender accidentally injures receiver during sparring . ∗ 85﹕ sender grabs receiver roughly by the hair . ∗ 86﹕ sender brings receiver to their knees during combat . ∗ 87﹕ sender shows receiver evidence of a lie they told . ∗ 88﹕ sender winks [ seductively / mockingly ] at receiver . ∗ 89﹕ sender yells at receiver to put their hands in the air . ∗ 9o﹕ sender helps receiver patch up a wound . ∗ 91﹕ sender holds receiver as they cry . ∗ 92﹕ sender silently and angrily points receiver towards the door . ∗ 93﹕ sender gestures for receiver to sit down . ∗ 94﹕ sender pulls receiver into their lap . ∗ 95﹕ sender cradles receiver’s face . ∗ 96﹕ sender tackles receiver out of the way of danger . ∗ 97﹕ sender has hidden an injury from receiver , and receiver finds out . ∗ 98﹕ sender confronts receiver about their unhealthy behavior . ∗ 99﹕ sender proposes to receiver . ∗ 1oo﹕ sender has just died , receiver finds out .
“what happened to you made you stronger”
i was a child. i didn’t need to be strong i needed to be safe
WHAT IS YOUR THRONE MADE OF?
GLASS — the leader who sits on a throne of glass values honesty and integrity. they rule their kingdom democratically and will uphold justice at any cost. their intelligence and perception is unrivalled in any of the surrounding lands. they will always be transparent with their views and be true to their people and what they stand for. however, it is unwise to lie to a ruler of glass - they can see right through any deception and believe dishonesty to be the most severe of crimes.
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alligais, vencikye.
vencikye answers the hum with one of her own, smiling as her aunt’s cheek comes to rest against the top of her head. she reaches for satine’s hand and tangles their fingers together. afterwards she listens in silence, noticing the way her aunt won’t look her in the eye as she answers and feeling the guilt rolling off of her like waves, like a storm in the desert. her hand slips out from satine’s and she fidgets with it instead, rhythmically tapping a finger against her knee. she does let her aunt keep leaning against her, but it takes all of her self-control to do so and to keep from interrupting her.
finally satine finishes, and suddenly vencikye cannot sit still a second longer. she barely listened to that last part — she couldn’t — and anyway it doesn’t seem to matter, not when her aunt is so obvious. vencikye withdraws from the warmth of their closeness and swings her legs off of the bed, looking back as she does so. her eyes are wet and pained, but it’s a pain that cuts at the onlooker: the blue in them is the blue of broken glass. more than hurt, vencikye is angered.
“ you don’t have to lie to me, you know, ” she says, quietly but imperiously, lifting her chin a little even though it quivers. “ you could’ve just said you needed an heir. i could’ve taken it. it’s just … unfortunate, that we were born twins. isn’t it, aunt satine? ” she says the word ‘aunt’ like it’s a curse, then stands up and throws her hair back, pacing in front of the bed. “ everyone else calls you our mother. i would have, if you’d ever let me. remembering my parents this, honoring them that … i was a baby. i don’t remember them, and you can’t replace people i don’t even remember! i’m sick and tired of your excuses, aunt satine! i’ve listened to them in silence for years, and i’ve had it! ” vencikye slams her hand down, making the plant pots jump. she stops pacing and glares at satine.
“ you couldn’t even look at me while you said all this! while you said you wanted children! i’m not stupid and i’m not blind either, i can tell you feel guilty! ” vencikye isn’t sure when her voice rose to a scream, and is a little startled to find herself yelling at all. she goes on more quietly, although still furiously. “ if you didn’t want me, you could have taken just korkie and put me up for adoption, for someone who did want me. thanks a lot for not separating me from my twin, though. it’s been lovely, growing up knowing you didn’t want me! ” the sarcasm is biting, but it’s not enough to armor herself against the pain. she reaches to wipe at her eyes brusquely, swallowing the tears. dropping her hands, she balls them into fists, nails digging into her flesh. “ you can say you didn’t want me. i already know anyway, but i want to hear it from you. go on, say it. say it, damn you! ”
she notes her restlessness as she speaks, but it is still startling, how suddenly vencikye pulls away from her — a ghost of her warmth lingering against her side, even as her words cut through satine like ice. the venomous look is a blade to her heart, a reopening of a long aching wound. she reaches after vencikye, her outstretched hand falling to rest on soft sheets as she paces away.
“ lie to you? ” her voice is strained, a note of fear creeping in even as she fights to mask it. surely, she cannot know. she is almost caught up in the panic, but what her child says next is somehow worse, than a revelation of the truth.
“ an heir was the last thing on my mind. ” the words are quiet, forced past the lump in her throat, yet fierce. “ it is fortunate that you were both born safe, and well, considering the state that i was in. ” she does not even realize her slip, is overcome by the tidal wave of vencikye's words, her fury. i would have, if you'd let me. oh, how that hurts. how she has longed for nothing more than to properly claim her children. but this has never been about her desires. “ it has always been too dangerous, for you to be called my children. that is no excuse. ”
“ that is not true, and i will never say it. ” she does not flinch at the outburst, caught in the storm of vencikye's blue eyes, the volume of her voice. before she knows it she is standing, the azure silk of her robe swirling about her frame as she rounds on vencikye — out of desperation, rather than anger. “ vencikye! you have always been wanted, from the moment i knew of you! you are mine, in every way that matters, and i could not have borne giving you to another. if you will not believe me, then believe this ; i did not name you, or your brother, lightly. ”
she’d mis-stepped. her boot scraped against the tile on the roof, sending a loud grating sound echoing through the courtyard. she hears the familiar ignition of a jetpack while she scrambles up the roofing, trying to outrun the sound barrier. get far enough away. run. instead she’s met with two blasts from a westar pistol and a stun blast from a blaster. she collapses in a heap on the roof.
she wakes up nearly naked, having been stripped from everything but her underclothing. bo-katan groans, running a hand through her hair. ugh. they’d taken her headband. she didn’t much care to be disconnected from her helmet. she’s surprised at the state of the prison cell she’s in. and at the fact that there is a prison cell. and how she’s going to explain this to her sister. or if she was going to. with a grunt, she scoots back against the wall facing the door. without her headband, she is at a great disadvantage.
after scanning the entirety of her cell, she sighs. of course, leave it to satine to have something you can’t get out of. an audible huff of annoyance is all that’s offered as she settles back to wait for what’s coming.
@kalesera || plotted.
she had been mid-sentence when the scrape echoed across the courtyard, an unnatural metallic sound barely audible above the bubbling of the garden’s fountain. but she’d heard it, and it seems that the protectors trailing them had as well. they surround her as she pulls korkie closer to her side, a pair splitting off towards the roof as mother and son are swallowed by a wall of beskar. satine cringes as the shots ring out, and a distant figure falls. she hopes they have only been stunned. what the protectors find when they search the intruder troubles her. a fully armed and armored warrior within the palace would be cause for alarm alone, but coupled with recent rumors of a death watch resurgence... they cannot be too careful.
satine is woken by the chirp of her comlink. the intruder is awake. a few minutes ( and a cup of caf ) later sees her arrival at the guard barracks, and the lone cell built there. just in case, her guard captain had insisted. she supposes he had been right about its usefulness. a moment’s consideration, and she signals for the protectors trailing her to stay. this woman currently poses little threat, and she wants answers.
the dim light of the cell brightens as she enters, sharp gaze sweeping over the figure propped against the bare wall. the whole cell is bare, and while she understands the necessity, she masks a frown at the state of the prisoner. she at least could have been provided with a change of clothes. soft footfalls come to rest in the center of the cell, protectors hovering in the doorway behind. she has not bothered with her usual regalia this late into the night, but she manages a striking figure regardless, looking down at this woman. questioning.
“ do you care to explain what you were doing, spying in my home? ” arms cross, and her stare does not leave the intruder, expectant. “ your name would be a wonderful place to start. ”
@kalesera said: ❝ just take my hand and close your eyes. pretend we’re anywhere else but here. ❞
there is something in her voice that soothes the raging beast deep inside him. the moments they share together provide a relief for him that he never knew he needed. war was taxing. it gnawed at him. ripping and tearing him apart like a dog after scraps. his eyes meet hers and in the dim light of her bed chamber, obi-wan sighs.
he reaches a calloused hand to cup her cheek as a tired smile forms on his face. “ my dear … ” he begins, pulling her close so their foreheads touch one another. “ there is nowhere else i would rather be than here with you. ”
“ i suppose you have a point. ” satine’s voice is light, a smile breaking as she leans into his touch. eyes close and she drinks in the contact, savoring the warmth of his skin against her cheek, the gentle pressure of the kov’nyn. she gets him to herself so rarely, and the space between his visits has only grown longer as the fighting drags on. there is a part of her, buried deep, that wishes he could stay. that she wouldn’t have to watch as this war chips away at the goodness of his soul. he is not meant for it. but now is not the time for dark thoughts, and she shoves them aside firmly.
“ here does seem rather nice, so long as it’s the two of us. ”
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@savazh sent : “ you think i’m some kind of monster, don’t you? ”
“ your actions speak for you. ” the words are sharp, even while the duchess’ voice is low. bright eyes cut like glass, gazing through the transparisteel of her cell. “ you have given nothing for me to judge you by, besides the works of a monster. how many of my people have you and death watch killed? how many more will fall, to suit your whims? ”
satine’s favorite color has always been purple. her name means violet, and that led her to have a fascination with the flowers, as a child.
