#rapierthree

karé & iolo: (prepare grenade launchers and flamethrowers)

POSITIVITY MEME ;; accepting

a rapier squad love-fest; i’m all for it

@rapiertwo

lea’s just one of those people i adore and treasure, whether character-building wise or world-building – she provides such insightful points and really gets me thinking about my headcanons and verses. her karé is so delightfully fleshed out and leaps off the screen. so many aspects of her are touched on and respected, her vulnerability, her loyalty, her anger, her fierceness & i really enjoy watching them unfold. again, rapier squad people are my fave basically? and to watch people bring them to life is always a marvel to behold.

@rapierthree

THE WORLD’S GREATEST TRASH KID IOLO. the king of sass and drunkenness. just all around real fab and i adore them. i don’t get to talk to bonnie all that much but just having them pop up on my dash now and then brings me so much joy. iolo stands out as a very distinct character with her touch & i can only hope to explore more of the poe x iolo dynamic in the future. 

HONESTY HOUR.

moulin rouge sentence starters. ( x )

             go back five years. no, go back fifteen —– he can still see it, a memory star bright among others, standing out from the thousands that litter his mind. the first day they met. he’s looking for holos on pilots of great fame ( rogue squadron, wedge antilles, if he can find it  ) and it takes a minute to feel the presence there. to see he’s not alone. eyes flicker up to find a set steady on him, and he’s not sure if he’s FABRICATING the jolt. the way his nerves sparked, maybe out of surprise, maybe something more. that moment, right there, had he already known?                           did he know, right from then, what their fate would be?          it seems like it now. every glance is made meaningful in his memory, every shared talk. but the truth is, he hadn’t. it’s still hard to believe —– even here, even now, with a ring on his hand, the mirror of it echoed on poe’s. even with the VOWS repeated on his lips, spoken softer against their hushed privacy. his own mouth is twisting, corners rising up in an unhindered smile. he’s never been a romantic at heart ( but maybe it had taken another one, a shared pulse to truly set his to beating ).             fingers hook in the constraints of his tie. for once, he’s had enough of the formalities; even now, the party is well underway, waiting for the two men to finally join them. and they will —– but not yet. the hand slides away, seeks the warmth of the man’s beside him. his husband. he’s already smiling again ( more likely still, he’s yet to stop. )   “ until then, ”  he echoes. draws their hands up, something uncharacteristically tender in the way his lips brush over knuckles. in the way they meet his.

alien: isolation / aliens sentence meme || accepting

                  ❝ No - fantastic for a human. ❞ The first instinctual rebuttal flew through the air as Poe tore the helmet off his head. He brandished a grin towards Iolo before climbing out of the cockpit, leaping to the ground in a fluid move. But running his fingers through his hair in an accustomed gesture, there’s no doubt he was CONTENT. It must mean that the modifications he’d installed had worked. He often relied heavily on Iolo’s extrasensory powers, knowing his own would never be as good, and while certainly no one could ever attain his level, to come close was satisfactory enough in Poe’s book. 

                 ❝ But I’ll take that. Must mean I’m doing something right - as far as Keshian’s are concerned. ❞ Grasping his shoulder, he walked away, calling out as he went, ❝ Maybe I’ll install it on your ship next! ❞