#kara-post

for every "🌹" received in my inbox i'll post one random sentence of a random WIP i'm currently writing

you lean forwards while doing something and they swing and smack. ow. you're spinning about, in a fight, just for funsies, i dunno, and suddenly momentum is your greatest enemy. you just want to take a nap.

are there debates between togrutas of whether or not its comfortable to lie on your own lekku? at least the back one is sorta flatter like its meant for that but still. will it fuck up your spine, who knows, many togruta surely. lying on your front would be another story again (that tit havers might already be familar with), that's gonna take alot of adjusting. do lekku go numb if you lie on them wrong?? what is the health and safety protocol while working with machines, i wouldnt want my lekku anywhere near say a band-saw or a deli-slicer if i leant forwards.

you cant wiggle those things like a twi'lek can, so you've got to grab it with your hand and actually move it. or do an awkward wiggle to try to get gravity to go your way when it caused this problem in the first place. or use the force if you are lucky enough to be a jedi. though zero gravity has the potential to be even worse cause your lek is in the way, floating edition, even with the force---

Thump.

Feemor ignored the sound coming from the door to his quarters.

Thump. Thunk.

He wanted to bury his face in the pillow beside him to muffle the knocking but his body was too heavy to move. Other people would involve speaking, involve questions about how he was doing. Other people would involve getting up to let them in.

Thump-thump-thump.

Everyone else had given up and assumed he was busy or asleep, and politely ignored the fact that he clearly there, because thank you Jedi senses, ignoring them

“Alright, I know you’re as stubborn as the rest of this karking disaster of a lineage. But you also know that I’ve had more years to practice being bantha-headed than you, and I’m more than happy to sit my ass down out here for some peace and quiet after the mission I’ve just had.”

Rael.

mir'sheb osik about the image source beneath cut

Cinnamon, cardamom, cloves (ground) in descending amounts measured with your heart is what I've tried mostly so far.

Also Sapphic SykuJo.

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The lightsaber duel ended predictably: with Sifo-Dyas flat on her back on the mats, and Dooku’s lightsaber held to her throat.

It wasn’t just the landing---hard enough to drive the air from her lungs--- that left her struggling to draw breath, but it was the excuse she would use.

That vivid blue blade, humming with only a fraction of its deadly potential with the power level turned right down for training was close enough Sifo-Dyas had to squint through the light to see that satisfied expression tipping up Dooku’s lips.

She’d had nightmares, visions even, where this had gone very differently, but in life Dooku had never had cause to raise a blade to her that would do more than mark her with stinging burns. In life, Sifo-Dyas simply raised an eyebrow at her.

Sweat dripped from Dooku’s cropped hair, trailing down her temple. Sifo would lick it away, they were mere centimetres apart, yet the lightsaber separated them, a gleaming horizon over the ocean on a perfect blue skies day. Sifo-Dyas’ life was nothing but event horizons but she shook that thought away too.

Even Dooku panted heavily in victory, not so indefatigable, not so invincible after all. Her long body, held suspended above Sifo-Dyas’ was close enough to feel the heat radiating off of her, and to feel the minute tremble of overwrought muscle.

Sifo-Dyas grinned as if she had won this round. In the ways that counted, she would.