#mostdaringpilot

FAM !!  this is so dang sweet omg !  I literally live for these kind of messages, so i hope you know you just made my night.  Literally, people are the darn nicest things, and I’m just so so happy and blessed to know that my tutorials are helpful!  You are such a gem, darling! <3

Poe comes back from a longer mission and spots her sitting with a poster of himself hanging behind her at her desk. 

“You took too long. You’ve been replaced.” because obviously she missed him popping up behind her in the control room, not that she would tell him. So she found a solution and stole a poster. But also clearly she needs to be supervised so she made her own: Poster Boy Dameron. No one on the bridge was complaining.

his cockpit having a poster pinned on his seat one day. probably with some kind of stenciled on speech bubble or something to the effect of an Uncle Sam/Smokey the Bear inspirational type comment. ( Uncle Sam wants YOU/Only you can stop forest fires.)

Giving BB-8 a data bit with the HoloNet incident that just gives him a giant projected version of the poster

Over comms:

when the propaganda posters start appearing: “So apparently we now have a gift shop. Everyone can have their own Dammnneron.”

“So, when you get back, can you sign my headset? I want to auction it off to raise money for the Resistance. I’ve heard it’ll save us from bankruptcy. Even Kylo Ren is set to bid.”

“How do you want me to address you now? Codename: Resistance or Poster Boy?”

“How are those skies and stars doing?”

“Do you know how many bribes I’ve gotten today to be your controller? You’re lucky I’m loyal and won’t subject you to that. I could have made a fortune.”

Basically any chance to lighten a mood she will take to remind him of his favorite thing in existence; his propaganda poster.

                    "I didn't think I'd run into you here on the ground." Each word that left the mechanized voice was supercilious. His hand brushed over the saber hanging on his belt for a fraction of a second before he decided to leave it. He would entertain the pilot for now. "I didn't think the Resistance would be so bold as to send a party after me and me alone. A vested interest in..."

     The man paused, obsidian visage hidden under the steel plating upon on his face. He could feel the shakiness in the other, but nothing else outside wildlife in the area around them. Reaching out further, still nothing. A vast feat on the planet of Yavin, no less.

Zannah moved closer to him, having already tossed several others to the side with a quick tilt of her head to the side as she approached HIM. Her emotions shining through the cracks in her carefully crafted mask  she quickly pressed her opened palm forward with the intend of pinning him to the wall of the cargo bay. 

                  ❝I have little time for games. Where is the one who attacked my SHIP? WHERE have the Jedi gone?!❞

“Sit. I promise everyone has been tended to.” Resting a hand on the young pilots back Bodhi smiled at him. It seemed as if there was no need for real introductions, not yet. For now, they weren’t a rebellion, they were simply on the run. Rank had no business among the weary. 

Still, Bodhi knew this man. He had his fathers bearing, and his mother's brilliance, and most of all Leia’s attention. Only the most brilliant stars earned it, and Bodhi was starting to see why. “A leader is no good if they’re exhausted. Sit. I’ll bring you something to eat.”

Padmé shifted on the couch to face him, dark eyes taking in his exhausted face when she turned his cheek to get a better look. It was the middle of the night, she’d heard his eventual scream from his nightmare, neither of them could get back to sleep. He looked like he hadn’t slept well in months, which was probably true since his capture at the hands of Kylo Ren and the other battles that followed happened so close together all that time ago. 

        ❛ YOU are the son the ‘ general ‘ never had.  ❜ ren sneers, the pulse in his neck jumping with the effort it takes to control his rage. his visage is a mere inches from his foe, peering down at the kneeling pilot with a look of pure malice. the senator always wanted a H E R O. she’d sent him away when he needed her most, expecting him to return as such. she believed so blindly in the jedi, she lost her son to their foolish antics. to say he’d disappointed her would be comical, at best. this man however, has not. through the rebel’s fuzzed and diluted memories, he can sense the strain in their relationship. his mother has never been an easy woman to please. if he were a better man, he might sympathize with the hero. all the same, they are bonded. bonded in a way even he was not, with his own FLESH.