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captain probably smells like a literal angel bathed in cake batter and sunlight while desecrating your corpse b/c the first order only gets that high quality soap and forces strict proper hygiene routines
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crowningcarnage replied to your post:
captain probably smells like a literal angel bathed in cake batter and sunlight while desecrating your corpse b/c the first order only gets that high quality soap and forces strict proper hygiene routines
canon.

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â There was an ache, deep in his heart. An ache that was impossible to ignore. This was his grandson; it was all Anakinâs fault. Heâd made a choice, to try to save the one person he loved more than anything, and it led him down a dark path. Now, his grandson was on the same path. It wasnât easy to watch. Perhaps it was time to step in. Heâd waited far too long already. âBen,â his voice was as stern as he could make it, eyes on his grandson, trying to ignore the pain in his heart. âYouâve made a mistake.â
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Each amounting event only further left a bitter taste in Huxâs mouth. He was fairly certain he had finally gone numb as mounting anxiety grasped at his mind. A moment of solitude was all he wanted, and he found it not in his quarters â those were too far away â and instead, found himself holed up in an empty conference room as the weight of everything seemed to come crashing down like a violent wave, and he soon became hyper aware he was no longer numb. Exhaustion and pain. A surfacing migraine. Body sore from the abuse he had taken. Humiliation making him cringe inwardly. A nervous breakdown was brewing, and it was all because everything had gone straight to hell and back.Â
crowningcarnage a rĂ©agi Ă votre billet : letâs be honest. kylo looks more like revan than...
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   A soft smile plays at his lips and he offers a shrug. âN - Not your - your fault. You uh, w - were hurt and y - ya know, I - Iâm just a t - technician. Th - They arenât r - really s - supposed to know about...â He gestured between them not really thrilled about finishing the sentence. He wasnât happy that they had to keep their family relationship on the down low, but he understood why.Â
   His eyes seem to fill with hot tears that sting and threaten to spill. It means more than he can say when his brother shows any kind of affection. Even if its just a few simple words. A soft chuckle forces itâs way past his lips and he reaches up to rub the back of his neck. âI uh, Iâm fine. I got - got dumb luck on - on my side. I was --- I was more worried about you. Are uh, y - you okay?â

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He was free physically, but what he sawâand would continue to seeâwould haunt him every day until the moment he died. That was what life was like as a Precognitive, where he wished the visions that assaulted him were merely nightmares that werenât real instead of futures that werenât yet real but solidified with each second that passed. The two other Precogs that were released with him seemed hell-bent on ignoring what they saw, either hiding away on a secluded island as what was suggested to themâas their freedom was a fragile thing that hinged on no one finding out about them lest they be exploited once moreâor making up for the years they lost in captivity, living it up and drowning in vices while using their powers for themselves.
Finn couldnât do either of those, though; he couldnât ignore the horrors of what could be, not when he had the power to help. So he moved to the city and kept a low profile, sketching his visions to use as clues to try and stop at least one deathâbut he had yet to be successful, and his failures haunted him as much as the murders he saw did. Finn couldnât do this alone, not without the other Precogs to complete his visions. Thatâs why he found himself standing amongst the crowd in front of his latest attempt that he was too late to stop, clutching the strap of his messenger bag in one hand and the folded pages of his sketches of this murder in the other as he waited for the perfect time to slip them to the detective on the case.
He peaked underneath the hood he had up in his attempt to keep hiddenâthough his face was already temporarily deformed from the injection he pricked himself with to hide from the surveillance camerasâstaring at the tall, black-haired man in question. As the detective moved Finn shadowed him, muttering to himself to keep calm as he closed the distance between them from behind. As per his plan, Finn âaccidentallyâ bumped into the man, trying to discreetly stuff the papers into the manâs pocket before picking up his pace to escape. â Sorry, â Finn apologized over his shoulder and hoped he wouldnât be pursued.
[[ itâs hard to pick just one thing i love about your phasma, BUT iâm going to go with... i love how brutal and relentless she is, and how sheâs willing to do anything to survive. itâs what i loved back when we rpâed a couple years ago! it just feels like you truly understand the character and have worked with everything the phasma novel gave us in the best of ways. ]]
                                  listen, she does these things to scare people, especially kylo. lol omg though, i still wish she was a tarkin butttttt something new is always nice. nothing like having to adjust a characterization. lmao. lemme throwdown about your kylo for a second ... i love him ??? in every way ?? i hear him in everything you write, in our bullshitting in the IMs or discord. im so blessed to have reconnected with you. itâs so unreal. im so not worthy.
if each of the words you wrote were a star in the far, far away galaxy they'd form a constellation. you appear high in the sky among the star wars indie rp community like a constellation. may you continue to shine brightly for a time through your character interpretation and never fade. pass this onto three other sw rpers and try NOT to repeat as to make the galaxy brighter for everyone. âïž
                       have i told you lately that i love you ?  that youâre the best ? that iâm so super glad to have you in my life ? because i should probably tell you 20 times a day.  light of my life tbh.