#rcvanchist

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@rcvanchist / @jedibattlemaster

arc, your grasp of revan has been something that has consistently brought me back to writing luke, and i found my way back to drakic because of you. you have such wonderful ideas, are always ready to throw something my way, and you are fine to deal with any shenanigans i bring up. i am so grateful to know you, my friend, and write + game with you as i do.

@etoilebleu

cass, your whole planet of inuja is so inspiring. eris & inuja? oh. my. force. so wrow. it is a blessing to write luke against you for all these years. i legitmately enjoy all our characters get up to - no matter how feral or tame.

@therapardalis

i love thera so much and need to see her on the dash. your creativity, omg. i enjoy reading your work, and the fact you write in the historical rpc while also maintaining so many wonderful verses is incredible. my highlander buddy - am so blessed to write against you.

@rcvanchist sent:

🙌 (hands around throat meme)

The gloved hand around his throat only makes Drakic give a slight grimace - he is used to this treatment, but Sith + imperials alike. The famous Barsen'thor of the Jedi Order always managed to get choked within an inch of his life, until the Force was pulsing in black spots around him.

And this time? Drakic Tydlr was being held up by someone familiar. Revan. The prodigal son of the Jedi Order that managed to understand the Force in its entirety.

"Let me go," he choked out, sent a pulse of the Force. Golden waves of light surrounded the pair, and a rock menacingly lifted from the ground, hanging over Revan's head.

@rcvanchist continued from here.

𝐋𝐔𝐊𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐍'𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐏 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐒 𝐎𝐅𝐅 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐄 - 𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐕 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐀 𝐅𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐁𝐎𝐘. He smirks at Revan, grabs the hem of the other's jacket, and tugs.

"We survived, yeah," he breathes, batting his eyelashes at him. The blonde hovers above the accomplished force user and looks pointedly at his lips.

"What's wrong with putting words in your mouth? You like plenty - " he leans in, but pulls back at the last second as a tease, " - of things in your mouth. Me, included."

The farmboy grins and settles back, poking his side again.

"I wouldn't have expected you, y'know. The Force to lead me to you. I'm not complaining."

The grin grows, making his eyes crinkle at the edges, "Yet."

@rcvanchist cont. from here.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐎𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐏𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐈𝐑, 𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄, 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐂𝐄, 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒, 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐋𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐍'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐒𝐄. Luke almost looks disappointed, but it's a mask. "Well, you're with me, so yeah," he snorts, raising the twig with the Force and making it move down one of the other corridors of the starship, "I'd say you're definitely non-traditional."

Luke waggles his brows and leans in close. "And here I thought you always wanted a kiss from me. Humph."

He steps back and starts devising other plans so he can get Rev in the Life Day spirit.

@rcvanchist

𝐋𝐔𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐒 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇. Of course there's a poncho day. Every day, for starters.

"Well, Rev," comes Luke's purr, arm being thrown over the other's shoulder, "you should know better. Every single day is poncho day."

"How have you been my fluffy friend?"

The familiar voice made her look up, eyes wide. A smile spread across her face and the fluffy Mandalorian threw herself at her much larger friend, utterly heedless of whatever might be in the way of giving him a hug.

"I don't remember if I've asked before... but... do you shed?"

The question made Tari pause, a slight frown tugging at the corners of her mouth. She'd never paid much attention beyond what was necessary. "Never really paid much attention. Probably a little but nothing to worry about."