smudgy boy

they’re crispy

bonus: zoe helped

You have a future in the past. Years ago for me. Years from now for you. For me, I think this is the end of a beautiful friendship. But for me, it’s just the beginning.

the wake has to be left, so never falter: your voice is a weapon, so do with it what you can. —from “weapon,” by bastille.

small snippet of the finale rewrite im working on hehehehehehe

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Fett sat quietly in the pilot’s seat of Slave I as the pale sky of Fel-IV shone in the viewport, its colour disrupted only by the puffy grey smoke of distant factories. His silence wasn’t unusual; in fact, Fett was one of the few people Din had met who seemed as comfortable with the quiet as he was. But the tension in the air could not be denied, and there was no need to guess why.

“I’m sorry,” Din found himself saying, gripping the back of the passenger seat’s headrest. He didn’t sit, in part because Fennec had adjusted the seat to her height and had yelled at him the last time he’d messed with the alignment, and partly because he was too antsy. The jitters that came before a tough fight were especially difficult to shrug off now, and his hands shook with a faint tremor when not holding onto something.

“You put those words in her mouth?” Fett responded, glancing up at him. “Princesses say what they like.”

His lips twitched. “No. But your hold is crowded.”

Fett huffed. “The narudare will clear out soon enough.” He leaned forward and flicked on the auxiliary stabilisers to lock the cargo hold’s gyroscopic deck, and Din felt the ship rock ever so slightly. “I’d be more concerned with the doctor.”

He frowned. “Why?”

“Imperials are good little liars.”

Din (152/160): Please don’t let him eat too many cookies he WILL throw up

Din (154/160): If you have free time could you teach him colors I’m worried he’s behind

Din (155/160): He’s like really good at lifting rocks btw he’s like REALLY good at it he’s so talented and smart

Din (156/160): Is he ok? Please tell him I miss him

Din (157/160): He’s gonna wanna sleep near you he has separation anxiety

Din (158/160): Does he get a laser sword like now? Or like… when he’s older

Din (159/160): Did you clean his robe

Din (160/160): Are you single