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“Yes, yes, we’ve all heard stories, Frenchie, but plants and flowers are also supposed to be bad luck on ships. And if they were truly bad luck, at least one of us would be dead by now, wouldn’t we?” Captain Stede Bonnet smiled, confidence in his logic, hoping to ease his crew’s worries. 

“Best hope she’s not a siren lurin’ us all straight to hell!” Mr. Buttons shouted, as he had no other mode, making Stede jump not realizing the helmsman was right behind him. The Scotsman nodded to the lady who was to be joining their crew, at least for a time, “Pleasure ta make yer acquaintance.”

The others muttered a similar response, Frenchie even gave a bit of a curtsy, perhaps slightly embarrassed to be ignored about letting her on. They went about their business.

“Now, Miss Galya...” The Gentleman pirate turned to her, the same confident smile on his face, “Can you sew?” 

-he's one of chloe zhao's fave star wars characters from the new films.

-character tag has at least 63,000 entries on ao3.

-if mando goes on much longer, he will have a bizarre cameo in a late-season episode as a tween w/ luke and there will be a lot of weird youtube crying. again.

-probably also a lot of stuff about if he could beat ben in a fight!!!!!

@datapadz | what fandom discourse would there be surrounding my character if they were canon?

                  𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐓'𝐒   𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇   𝐈𝐒   𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐘   at   dawn,   the   mark   of   civilization   in   all   its   indigestible,   toxin   thick   glory   waking   up   to   feed   the   planet.   the   oldest   spires   of   the   works   could   be   seen   at   the   border   of   the   holotech   district   before   the   TITANIC   colonnade   of   coruscant’s   caryatids,   bearing   the   galaxy   above   &   listening   to   the   prayers   of   its   residents,   blots   them   from   sight   &   history.

                  an   anomic   monstrosity,   but   it   is   the   single   most   valued   artery   the   world   will   never   know.   a   BOOMING   centre   for   the   blackmail   industry,   &   dumpsite   for   every   organic   &   non-organic   problem   a   senator   could   have.   on   its   slowest   day   the   order   would   sooner   have   the   jedi   count   every   blade   of   grass   in   their   gardens   than   expend   any   effort   out   here.   an   increasingly   attractive   task.   but   i’m   already   here.

                  ❝   there’s   always   a   ‘clear   &   present   danger’   here.   fifty   jedi   in   fifty   years   couldn’t   clean   this   place   up.   why   call   now   ?   ❞

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there are a multitude words being thrown around --- delegates, conventions, money, but it’s not his job to know or care what it all means, his mind only willing to accept fleeting mentions of locations, times, people. speaking of, his favourite has arrived --- usually he would be with her ( since she was almost always with hux ) but she’d had other matters to attend to. richardson follows close behind her, giving a solemn nod in his direction. ben reciprocates, body not even shifting in the slightest. 

she sheds her prussian blue wool coat, a last slither of air vapour rising from her lips when she steps deeper into the warmth of their make-do headquarters. this was the last leg of the trip and he can tell she’s unbelievably stressed, teetering on the edge of sanity. making a beeline for the kitchen, ben knows he’s to follow her like a dog to a bone, but not before swiping a single white rose from the vase that sits on the hallway table. 

he takes a few moments to study her from behind, a small distance between them. she’s rolling her neck, clearly in discomfort, hands preoccupied with organising hux’s ever growing pile of fan letters on the kitchen table. how much sleep was she getting? he wonders if she’d been slouched over a desk all night working. so he steps right into her, his mouth at the shell of her ear in an instant, delivering a whisper. 

“ did you sleep funny? ”

she hums in agreement, not even phased by his proximity in such a public place. she’s focused on trying to work out the kink, fingers now pressing craters into the neck muscle. he tells himself it’s technically in his job description to do what comes next --- hand pulling hers away, her fingers replaced by his lips, planting a few soft kisses across the affected area, a couple more up the column of her neck for good measure. 

he can feel her relax under his touch, leaning into his much bigger frame, her shoulders dropping with a satisfied sigh. 

Politicians weren’t anything new for Poe Dameron. As one of the most promising young pilots on the New Republic’s roster, he’d shaken hands and exchanged smiles with at least a dozen of them. He’d ferried them from one planet to another on introductory missions, gotten into a couple of scrapes that might have been wisely withheld from the log books, and had learned more about galactic affairs than he’d ever actually wanted to know. 

So what was one more? 

The days after the Supremacy’s destruction were a catastrophic time for everyone, but Thanisson felt as if it had hit him especially hard. He hadn’t lost anyone that he was particularly close to— in that respect the implosion of Starkiller Base was worse— but he had been restationed, and not to a better place.

He now found himself supervising traffic at a supply depot. It was a somewhat important security job, but not one someone of his rank usually handled. He spent the majority of his time out in the cold, ensuring no one came or went who wasn’t permitted, and that each shipment arrived on time. As much as he disliked it, he did his job well. If he was found to be diligent by his superiors he might even get promoted to a better position than he’d had before.

It was while he mulled over these self-assurances that he noticed light and movement in a place there shouldn’t be any. A computer terminal just inside the depot was being accessed, and no one had been authorized to use it at this time. The last shipment of the hour had already come in, so he decided leaving his post was worth the chance to catch an intruder.