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The 3 Elements of a FLAWED Character

You know that moment when you find an old notebook, and you start reading the story you were writing years ago, and after about one page…  

And then after a few more paragraphs … 

This has happened to me several times. On every occasion I want to curl up in a small box and wait until everyone forgets I was ever a writer. And every time, no matter which old story it is, what sends me crawling into that box is the same thing: the main character. Even after I had learned to incorporate empathetic qualities into my heroes (as listed in the last post), my protagonists were still deeply annoying – if not more unbearable than before. 

Why? What made them this way? They had winningly empathetic traits! Were they terrible people still? No, and that was the problem. They were perfect. Smart. Noble. Brave. They had dazzling martial arts skills. They loved people and people loved them. They were Chosen in some way and destined for greatness. Angst-plagued though, of course. They were tragic little heroes, misunderstood and abused, driven by the desire to vanquish all who caused them suffering.  

I could’ve composed a Gaston-like song enumerating their virtues and sorrows. 

And the only thing that would’ve made them more punchable is if they did use antlers in all of their decorating.

Characters can’t be completely likable. Yes, they must possess strengths that win the reader’s empathy, but without an equal amount of flaws … they can’t function. If they’re not flawed, they shouldn’t be the main character. Story is about someone changing, for better or worse. Under the surface, all good stories are about this process of human growth or decline. So if a hero is perfect from the beginning, there’s nowhere they need to go. And consequently, there’s no reason for a reader to follow. 

The inclination to follow a story is begun with interest in the premise, of course – but it is locked in when empathy occurs, when we begin to care – the moment the reader transposes their own external and internal lives onto a character’s life. A process which starts when a reader recognizes a shared something between themselves and the hero. Sometimes, this is a goal or strength or situation. And sometimes, it’s a flaw. We meet a character that is weak in the same way we are, and a strong internal connection is born between the reader’s life and the life on the page. On a deep level we’re thinking “This person is like me. What happens to them? How do they deal with it?” And because of this connection based on what is lacking in our lives, we want to live the story, see how it ends, and find out how the main character – who is just like us – reached that ending. Because it’s our lives we’re reading about, and if we play it out in advance, maybe we can reach a positive ending too. 

So! In what way should a main character be FLAWED? 

1) Weak in a way that only hurts themselves. 

Let’s call these MIND.

2) Flawed in a way that hurts others. 

Let’s call these MORAL.

The most realistic – and most compelling – characters have both types.  

And if a character has these flaws, the story must be steering them towards what they NEED to overcome them. The main character needs to learn something, a truth, a new way to live. This is the theme of the story. Theme is a statement the story seeks to prove, to the main character and the reader, about how to live a better life. It’s the solution to whatever moral and mental conundrum they’re facing. So … 

3) The SOLUTION to their moral and mental weaknesses. 

How does that work? To illustrate, let’s look at Stitch and Alexander Hamilton. (What a combination.) 

STITCH

Moral: He’s destructive. Violent. Rude. Vindictive.  Manipulative. Enjoys the suffering of his enemies.

 And in general, pushes everyone and everything away.  

Mind: Despite his violent ways, he yearns to belong, and senses that he can’t.

He believes he’s alone, he’s unlovable, he’s monstrous, he’s never had a family and never will – he’s lost, like the Ugly Duckling. He’s missing a family he’s never had.  

Solution: He just needs to start treating people like family to be accepted into one. 

HAMILTON

Moral: He’s selfish. (“Be careful with that one love, he will do what it takes to survive.”) He’s arrogant. He’s self-centered. (Think of the entirety of Burn.) And in his obsessive journey to succeed, he pushes everyone out of his path.  

Mind: He has a fixation on death, on time running out, which drives his manic desire to achieve. (“I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory.) He’s insecure. ("Graduate in two and join the revolution. He looked at me like I was stupid. I’m not stupid.”) 

Solution: Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story? Eliza tells his story. Hamilton’s goal throughout the story is a legacy; he strives to achieve this immortality in any way possible, even if it means neglecting his loved ones, or even ruining their lives. He needs to learn that his loved ones are enough. Eliza is enough. And through her, he will live on. 

What would have happened if they weren’t flawed? The stories would have been boring. What would have happened if their flaws had been treated like attributes that didn’t have to change? The stories would have ceased to be. Progress couldn’t happen, because by accepting the status quo of their mental and moral states, we’re refusing the call to adventure outright. They’d just exist in the same state they were in the setup, stagnant, somewhat lifeless. Flawed characters must motor towards that NEED, or solution, that will save their lives. 

(I realize this “need” element is rather vague, so it’ll get its own post.)  

But in conclusion, this balance of strengths and flaws – and how this fictional person deals with the adventure they’re thrown into – is what makes a main character compelling, empathetic, and real. 

So when I unearth a notebook years in the future, containing one of stories I’m writing now, maybe the main character won’t make me feel like this:

Maybe it’ll even be like this: 

And best of all, maybe one of those characters will make a reader somewhere feel understood and helped and not alone. Wow. That would be amazing.

Well, there’s my writing motivation for today. I’m going to go make my main character more of a lovable jerk.

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MODERN WITCH AU

@reserve​ and i were talking about contemporary witch kylo on twitter dot com and we agreed a lot of it is probably just kylo buying too many crystals and trying to get hux to wear protective charms (and also kylo making up weird rituals to try to get hux to try new things in bed) ANYWAYS i really like the aesthetic

anonymous asked:

Which one of these crime lord nerds would actually propose for the wedding. Fancy or low key? Repeated failed attempts each more ridiculous than the last? Speaking of... did they just steal or 'aquire' these rings?

OK BUT LISTEN I’VE BEEN WAITING A THOUSAND YEARS FOR SOMEONE TO ASK THIS

And I still had to debate during my shower. The last week has been a “maybe they proposed to each other” BUT NO. Scott failed, repeatedly, many times. Sometimes because Reyes wasn’t ready so he chose to ignore the attempts, other times because Reyes noticed them but he wasn’t totally sure yet. So for like four weeks Scott’s trying to do cliche romantic things with the rings (he bought them!!! He is an honest man!!) and Reyes sometimes ignores it but most times totally misses it. Scott’s not has smooth as he likes to think- usually he’s embarrassingly blatant.

BUT anyway Scott’s getting frustrated. He’s starting to suspect Reyes might know more than he should and he wants it to be a surprise. So one night, he’s just lying sprawled out in bed, Reyes is laying on his arm (and goddamn his arm hurts its fallen asleep with a vengeance but he’d cut it off for Reyes if he wanted so Scott supposes it’s okay), debating whether or not to just ask him, “Will you fucking marry me” when Reyes sighs and reaches over him. He grabs the rings Scott hides under the mattress, shoves one on his finger then grabs Scott’s hand and does the same, and says, “I’ll marry you, Scott, just go to sleep.”

It’s midnight. Reyes is NOT a romantic gentlemen after eight o’clock.

Scott’s elated.

3

It wasn’t like you had planned to catch the attentions of a Rogue like Leonard Snart. You hadn’t even realized that you had at first. And by the time you really knew about the way Len earned his living? You were in deep.

You’d been working at The Motorcar your last year of college when you first met him. Len was a regular who tipped well for all that he mostly only ordered coffee.

Not that you blamed him. You’d almost starved with that job as your main food source. If it didn’t taste horrible, then it tended to make you ill. You weren’t sure why. You scoured the place, and it did pass the food safety code.

If you were any more superstitious, you’d say the place was cursed.

Len was a regular who wasn’t big on small talk, or wasting words in general. Everything about him was precise. His order, his payment, the seat he wanted, and when were good times to speak to him. You still preferred him to the drunks who wanted a show, or the kids too high to know if they even brought enough money to cover their order. Although at least they never complained about the food.

Even if the wisdom of sating one’s munchies across from CCPD left much to be desired. You figured it was some twisted inner need to be caught. Or it was a three foot eff you to the system. Could go either way really.

Every other weekend, Len brought his sister. It was the one divergence in his otherwise exact schedule. You’d notice him actually smiling - not the polite tip of the corners of his mouth, but genuinely smiling - from time to time when she was there. You made a point to never drift over while they were in the middle of a discussion. And perhaps because of that, at least in retrospect, they always sat in your section.

Your last month at the diner, you’d begged Lisa to come with you to a ballroom dance event. You’d been pulling so many shifts at the diner that making friends with your fellow college drudges attending over summer semester hadn’t been a priority. Going would net you extra credit, which you couldn’t overlook, but going when you knew absolutely no one wasn’t high on your wishlist. Neither was making a fool of yourself, but you figured you’d only see her one more time anyway, so there wasn’t any harm.

She’d gone, to your eternal relief, not making a big deal about it at all. In fact, she’d laughed about how the moving as a team and timing were right up her brother’s alley, even if it wasn’t hers. If anyone had asked you, you would have said the Snarts were good people. A little distant, but kind enough and certainly well meaning. 

In fact, you did say that when the police came knocking not long after, suspecting them. You didn’t see either of them for several years. Not because they’d been in Iron Heights - you thought they might have gotten out of those charges - but because you hadn’t been in Central City.

Len found you in Keystone, working for an advertising company that should have been the job of your dreams. He’d asked if you still had space on your dance card for him after commenting on the glowing character reference you’d given his arresting officer. And somehow that led to a visit to an art museum, and then you moving back to Central City to be able to see more of him.

You’d thought about moving back before. Central was home in a way Keystone had never become. It also had the PR nightmare known as S.T.A.R. Labs to attract your attention. So while Len sought his own adrenaline rush, you’d reached out to the skeleton team left with your proposal. Dr. Wells hadn’t found it necessary, but he had understood your desire to have a challenge. Cisco and Caitlin had been happy to have your help. Such as it was, anyway.

You weren’t a part of Team Flash, although you hadn’t missed their little meetings. Dr. Wells had confronted you about it early on after you had asked him in private if he wanted you to use that information to build up his reputation again or if he’d prefer the secrecy. The scientist had been pretty clear which option he had preferred.

Later, when Lisa seduced Cisco and then Len had tortured his brother to find out the Flash’s identity, you’d been summoned for another private conversation with the physicist. He’d been impressed that for someone so perceptive you hadn’t told your own boyfriend the Flash’s identity. Or hadn’t you worked it out yet?

Although, as it turns out, that conversation wasn’t quite as private as you’d thought.

“You’re dating Captain Cold?”

Turning towards the incredulous voice, you met Cisco’s gaze with a wince.

“I had no idea he was going to do something like that to you, Cisco. Honest. He doesn’t ask me about my work; I don’t ask him about his.”

“An interesting policy, to be sure,” Doctor Wells commented, his eyes laughing for all that his vocal tone was dry and serious.

“We were dating way before he got ahold of your cold gun,” that justification felt hollow even to you.

Cisco didn’t take it as any justification at all.

“Well, stop! He’s a thief. And a murderer, not to mention.”

“Honestly. You do not want to go the route of dragging up dirty little secrets,” you growled out in self defense. “It’s my job to know all of yours, so I can portray you in the best light. Or had you forgotten?”

Watching the interplay between the two men was fascinating. Dr. Wells polishing his glasses as Cisco looked to him for support. Which he did give but with a tired expression to indicate they couldn’t control your life choices.

Damn straight they couldn’t. Even if you had nothing really on Cisco, minus the fact he’d created the weapons used against his brother, which was a cruel thing indeed to mention.

Well, and the fact you’d heard by now just how Cisco was lured into begin with, and this was very much a scenario of the pot calling the kettle black.

 The dark glimmer beneath the professor’s gaze still had you rushing out an addendum quickly.

“Excepting, of course, boundaries like the identity of the Flash and what you do in your personal time.”

You grabbed your jacket and nodded politely to both of them.

“That said, I’d prefer what I do on my personal time to remain personal as well. And I’ve a date in precisely twelve minutes. I am sorry for what happened, Cisco. But I do prefer to be on time. Shall I give your regards to Lisa?”

You decided his blush was adorable. And apparently, so did Dr. Wells. He’d laughed anyway before nodding you on to go home.

Only eleven minutes until you got to see him again. Because dammit, you didn’t care if he was a thief and a rogue.

He was yours.


Prompt source: x

The Siege of Skyhold

I wish there had been a Suicide Mission equivalent in Inquisition.

After the loss of Samson/Calpurnia, Corypheus knows you’re coming for him. He’s lost his general, his vessel, and he’s out of time. He sends everything he’s got left against Skyhold, knowing it probably wont kill you but it’s definitely going to hurt. 

So, the remains of the Red Templars, Venatori and rift demons are bearing down on Skyhold. Did you close every rift in every area? Congrats, significantly less demons to fight. Did you complete the Emprise quests? Less Red Templars. Dorian’s table quests? The Hissing Wastes/Western Approach? Less Venatori. 

SO now we’ve got our force size, lets look at who survives. Yep, survives, because I hope you bothered to do your companion quests. Did you do  Bull, Cole and Sera’s? Because they just fired a trebuchet at the tavern. Did you bother picking all those herbs and searching for the logging points to get the keep upgrades? If you didn’t, expect heavy casualties. Oh, did you convince Dennet to come to Skyhold, btw? Cos if you didn’t I hope you like your default horse; Dennet was the only one who could keep all your new mounts safe  Hey remember those FRIGGING ANNOYING requisitions officers? Did you do -this requisition-,  -this requisition- and  -this requisition-? Ohhhh good, because if you hadn’t you would have lost your merchants, because your forces wernt strong enough to keep the demons off them. 

Everyone meets in the courtyard and you’ve got to take charge. Which of your friends are you sending to the front lines with your troops? Bull? Good choice! He’s used to leading, and has either the chargers or a load of Qunari already listening to him. Cole, you say… oookay probably a bad choice. Why not send Cole to the prison to protect the civilian staff? Or Vivienne, or Sera? Actually maybe it’d be better to send Viv up to the battlements to shield the troops. Oh, good thing you did Bull’s loyalty mission, a demon was about to rip him in half when the Chargers/Qunari swooped in. Man, that would have been bad if you hadn’t! 

Wait.. you did NO loyalty missions, NO upgrades, NO requisitions, NO rifts????
Ok, enjoy the last fight against Cory with just Cass, Varric and Solas, because those are the only people left. Viv survived, because of COURSE she did, but since she wasn’t loyal she left, she doesn’t believe in you after that sorry performance. Everyone else is dead. And each had a death cut scene you had to watch.

THAT is what I expected when they gave me an upgrade-able castle and many companion quests.

THAT is what I wanted from “Lead Them or Fall”.

A Way Out

TITLE: A Way Out

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 1 of 5 (I hope)

AUTHOR: MaliceManaged

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine being kidnapped and meeting Loki, who is trapped in a network of mirrors. Bored and with nothing better to do, he decides to help you escape, figuring he’ll never see you again after you’re gone. But as soon as you’re able, you return intending to rescue him…

RATING: T

NOTES/WARNINGS: This was supposed to be a one-shot, maybe two-shot, and then it… wasn’t. I’ll just… yeah.

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    The sounds of a struggle filled the halls as she tried to kick, claw and bite her way out of her captor’s grasp. Unsuccessfully, but at least she was trying. A small comfort as she was tossed onto a mattress on the floor and chained to the wall by a cuff around her ankle.

    “You can’t just keep me here! I want to go home!” She screamed, not caring if she sounded like a child. She was angry and scared; she figured it was her right.

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anonymous asked:

Hi! A headcanon about the boys favorite place to kiss candy?

My hecking pleasure, I love fluffy headcanons. I hope that you enjoy!

Nathaniel: Candy’s lips. Somewhere that her sweet words were said from, he would just want the most tender kisses from her. He loves the way she speaks, smiles, and just everything in general. The lips would be his favorite, no question about it. Since some people may call it a basic place, I can see Nathaniel as a forehead type of guy. He wants to give her the most sweet kisses, he believes that the forehead is the best place.  

Castiel:  Candy’s neck. He loves kissing there to be closer to her, his head buried in her neck, taking her in - and just kissing away. He also likes how he’s able to leave marks there, seeing Cassy would be the type to leave ‘territorial’ marks. He just loves being close to her, his body against hers, and being able to have her to himself. He just loves it, no doubt.

Lysander: Candy’s hand. Something like the hand is presumed as a basic area for gentlemen like Lysander, however, he just loves how delegate it is. He wants to kiss it, feel that soft touch, against his lips. It’s a place that’s touched his heart and a place that he holds the most, he doesn’t give it one kiss though, a peck or two wouldn’t hurt.

Armin: Candy’s cheek. Okay, the cheek is just the best place for someone like Armin. He can hold Candy by her side and pull her towards him and just pepper her with kisses, he loves it! He never gives it one kiss, though, he gives it multiple to make Candy laugh. Her laughing is the best sound to him and he finds cheek kisses, the cutest way to kiss. Just like Candy.

Kentin: Candy’s forehead. He is the most tender and loving boy, he just loves Candy to death, and wants to to give her meaningful kisses to show that. Something from the heart, he gives her forehead kisses since it’s like kissing her whole face in one. He doesn’t need to lean in too far either, he can just have her in a few seconds - almost.

// thank you for being such a cutie!! grocery shopping is so fun tbh I feel u fam

I added everyone but Zen’s is the longest since you asked for him!!


Zen:

- He never really went shopping very often when he was single? Only if basically all he had to eat was ketchup and some bread that’s when he knows it’s time>

- Will not even fucking touch the handle bar of a cart without drowning it out in hand sanitizer honestly

- Same with restrooms he hates to use public bathrooms unless he’s taking a selfie in them

- He’s not really a germaphobic he just doesn’t like the thought of how many other people touched that

- And I touch my face afterwards? disgusting

- He doesn’t know how to make anything other than basic meals so help him out with finding ingredients and such

- If you have a little list he thinks that’s so cute you’re so organized aw

- Has a habit of tossing things in the cart without really thinking, especially protein shakes and face masks like no Zen we need food damnit

- He likes looking at the movies too, he’ll pick up some cheesy looking romantic stuff to watch later with you

- Could spend 14 hours in the skin care section alone he has to read every single ingredient, google every single review, Zen hurry up good god

- If he gets complimented by someone in public he loves thinking that you’re being jealous because of it. It’s so cute to see you angrily throw fruit in the cart or stomp through isles. What a babe.

- He looks so cute when he goes to the grocery store he has his hair in a bun, a casual teeshirt and some jeans what a babe x2

- Usually he gets kind of impatient after an hour or two because he’s hungry and there’s so much food around that he can’t eat

- He always helps with unloading the groceries for you when you two get home why is he so cute

Jumin:

- He never goes shopping like good luck getting him to go because he gets everyone to get whatever he needs for him honestly

- So he thinks everything’s kind of new, he just stays by you and looks around at all the stuff.

- He’s so shook at the fact of all that fruit they have laying out in the store ?? does that not go bad? how do they do this he refuses to believe the human species would seriously buy 67 rhubarbs in 3-4 days

- What a waste of profit pft

- Loves looking at the clothes, gets a shirt with a cat holding its middle finger out inside the pocket for whenever he sees Zen ~


Yoosung:

- He loves shopping! But only when he has money to do so. He gets food, video games, shirts. But his true home is dollar general. Literally everything is a dollar. how and why?

- It’s always fun with Yoosung, but he has a problem with getting things he doesn’t need.

- ” Why do you need a 6 pack of pink scarves Yoosung

- “ In case I get cold.. ”

- Usually brings out those puppy eyes and you let him get the scarves anyways. He’s so cute save me

Jaehee:

- She likes shopping when she has time. Usually she doesn’t.

- It’s fun though, especially going to the clothes section. She was so used to the same old pencil skirts and tights that being with you lets her wear bright out of the box things.

- Imagine Jaehee in a giraffe onesie thank you

- Make inappropriate jokes like holding grapefruit up to your chest or stand above a “caution: wet floor” sign to embarrass the hell out of her in the best possible way :’)

Seven:

- HE LIVES AND BREATHES TARGET DONT YOU LIE TO ME

- He’s so loud to shop with, if he looses you he will scream marco polo until you’re found

- CART RACING winner gets to choose where you both get to eat

- Also starts to open things and eat them in the middle of the store what the fuck are you doing

- “I’m going to buy it regardless” why are you like this

- He’ll find a sign that says “sweet dreams” and put things over it to spell out wet dreams or texts you a pic of him next to a sign that says “ my prince did come: his name is daddy ” with him dabbing

- god is watching you luciel

aurembiaix submitted:

Hi! I promise I’m not a Jaime’s redemption apologist but still wonder: what’s his degree of implication or intellectual authorship in the Lannister regime? He obviously profits from it, he killed Aerys, pushed Bran, attacked Ned’s men, fought Robb… but the two main Lannister war-crimes, raiding the Riverlands and the Red Wedding, were rather Tywin’s responsibility. To me, Jaime seemed an action man, ready to carry any of Tywin’s (or ocasionally Cersei’s) ideas without a second thought, but not exactly a plotter. He seemed content with his life as Robert’s guard, could he have urged Cersei to kill him? What do you think?

I believe Jaime is content to be the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard for life, but I don’t think he was involved in Cersei’s plan to get Robert killed. (Maybe I’ve forgotten something in the text, though?) That being said, I think Jaime would have happily killed Robert without a second thought if he felt he had cause. Even Robert believed Jaime would have killed him, given cause, which is why he never hit Cersei on the face. 

Ned touched her cheek gently. “Has he done this before?”

“Once or twice.” She shied away from his hand. “Never on the face before. Jaime would have killed him, even if it meant his own life.“ 

What’s Jaime’s degree of implication or intellectual authorship in the Lannister regime?

What degree of implication do you assign to Erwin Rommel in the Nazi regime? 

… um … this post is gonna get wild. Assume this post contains mentions of everything you might expect as soon as I bring up Nazis (possibly extremely triggering), as well as some things you aren’t expecting. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

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Living with Yoosung headcanon

(I think about this a lot ok? ok)

-really excited when you guys move in together
-like, he can’t calm down and never stops smiling
-wants to kiss you all the time but is scared he’s getting annoying
-you reassure him, so after that this boy never skips a chance to kiss you
-cuddling? cuddling. lots of it, all the time, even when he’s playing LOLOL
-sings in the shower but is super shy about it
-you lean against the door and listen whenever he sings
-he aces every song he ever sings
-when you finally take a shower together, you start singing something you always hear him sing
-he looks mortified but eventually relaxes and sings with you
-you’re dragged into every shower after that and probably out for karaoke 
-he wants to wake up every morning to make you breakfast
-but always sleeps through his alarm and you end up making him food
-he pulls you back into bed and showers you with kisses
-makes you feed him spoon fulls followed with more kisses
-he ends up making you dinner and its usually amazing
-even if it looks bad, it tastes great
-he’ll ask you how it is over and over until you shut him up with a kiss that says everything
-all he can ever reply is “It wasn’t that good”
-constant clicking in the background throughout the day while he plays LOLOL
-often stays up late so you go to bed early
-but you always give him permission to wake you up when he comes to bed
-more cuddles and kisses, you just know this boy holds you all night 
-loves anything intimate, horrible at initiating though
-you learn his signs for wanting a bit more then a kiss
-usually passes out seconds after wrapping his arms around you
-snores all night
-tells you he loves you every hour, and gets sad if he forgets
-calls you whenever he’s out, even if he’s just out to get milk
-leaves notes around the house in places he thinks of you
- the house is basically covered in them
-you keep them all in a box and read them when he’s not around
-if he catches you reading them, you’re about to get lucky
-he LOVES it when you play with his hair
-he likes to rest his head in your lap while you watch tv
-stares at you more then the tv and pulls you down for kisses
-likes to feel your body and appreciate every part of you
-if you ever point out a flaw he’ll kiss it and say how much he loves it
-appreciates everything about you in general
-his smile could light up the entire world
-will do anything to make you smile 
-living with him is a dream

Fake Deathes // Clone mini imagines

Rex:

Rex knew the moment General Skywalker entered the room, that something was wrong. He was too tense, and the younger togrutan Jedi trailing behind him had abandoned her usual carefree smile for an uncertain look of hesitation.

Everyone in the room noticed, Rex could feel the tension rising in his brothers. The chatter of happy conversations slowly died down as clone heads turned to watch the Jedi walked closer to them. As the talking decreased, nervous fidgeting increased. That’s when Rex realized you, the resident special agent, his amazing girlfriend, wasn’t to be seen. He knew full and well that the rest of your team had arrived last night. Rex had assumed you were among the crowd that were immediately shuffled into debriefing rooms.

“Men, I have some bad news for you.” Skywalker paused, making eye contact with each soldier, but the Captain could feel Ahsoka’s eyes linger on him. “Agent (Y/L/N), was declared missing in action on her team’s arrival last night. After very extensive debriefs, I’m saddened to announce that our special tasks agent, (Y/N) (Y/L/N), has been killed in action.”

Rex felt his heart shatter, but he couldn’t let his men see him come undone. He tensed every muscle in his, stood rigidly straight, jaw clenched, with his eyes staring straight at the General. For once, the General wasn’t so easy to read. He didn’t look sad. He looked troubled and so did his Padawan. Both Jedi glanced to Rex, feeling the despair in his force signature.

That was the first night Rex had gotten blackout drunk. So drunk, Fives and Echo had to drag his ass back to the barracks when the bartender cut him off. Rex was one of five people who had ever been completely cut off.

Back at the barracks, Fives and Echo had pleaded Cody to help convince Obi-Wan, Anakin, and Ahsoka to leave Rex alone for night. They couldn’t let the generals and commander see their respected Captain like this. Angry drunk, yelling at and cursing everything, punching and kicking walls.

The next morning, Kix had to bandage up bloody knuckles and administer pain meds. It wasn’t a good morning for the 501st. Most clones knew of the Captain’s relationship with the agent, but no one knew how to console the Captain. He lost the one thing that kept him fighting.

After a week and a half of this behavior, Anakin had enough. Ahsoka could swear up and down he muttered, “Fuck the Jedi council, this is just cruel.”

Marching into the clone barracks, Anakin ignored every trooper as they scrambled to attention. Ahsoka jogged after him, spouting “Attease.”es and “as you were.”eS.

Finally, the Jedi burst into his quarters. The Captain didn’t jump to attention, didn’t even seem to notice their arrival from his position, sitting on the edge of his bed- head held in his hands. Ahsoka had never seen any clone look so disheveled. Rex hadn’t shaved in a while and was a few days past a five o clock shadow. Creating a scraggly barely there beard. His normally well kept bleached, buzzed hair was looking worse for wear too. His natural black roots were coming through and the normally buzzed look was growing a little shaggy. And the worst were his eyes when he finally looked up. The usually golden tinted brown eyes, seemed dull. Dark shadows under both made the Jedi wonder if he actually slept in the past few days. The bags accentuated the shadows and added several years-decades- to his appearance.

“Rex, I need you to come with us. That’s an order.” Anakin commanded, trying to keep the sympathy out of his voice. As much as Rex wanted to say no, he knew he was still a soldier and had to follow orders.

“Yes, sir.” Was mumbled as the captain began to click armor into place and placed his helmet under his arm.

A very awkward and silent walk later, the 501st trio were in a dark comms room. “What’s this about, sirs?”

“It’s about (y/n). Rex we know you were…. close.. with her. We also know about the slump you’ve been in.” Anakin answered gingerly. Rex was stunned to silence, no idea what to say.

“And while I’m not supposed to tell you this, (Y/N) is not dead. She’s is deep cover in separatist controlled space. Which is why it was imperative that news spread that she died. I heavily disagreed with the council on their decision to announce her death to the public like they did, but nevertheless. I’m sorry we put you through that pain.” Anakin explained, but ended lamely with Rex still looking as sad as before with a twinge of anger. Ahsoka quickly interjected.

“Which is why we set up a comms transmission so you could talk to her!” The commander added, covering her anxious tone with a forced happy one.

The comm’s machine beeped, Anakin pressed a few buttons before speaking, “That’ll be her now. We’ll leave you to it. C’mon, Snips.”

A moment later, a hologram sprung up showing you. He was speechless as he looked at the blue colored hologram. Regardless of the blue tones, he could see your disguise. Your hair was cut differently and definitely a different color, or maybe it was a wig, behind thick glasses you were wearing some kind of colored contacts, and you’re makeup was done differently.

But you were still you, and you were giving him a weird look, “Rex? What are you- how did- Rex, honey, you look awful.”

Rex swallowed thickly, watching as you periodically check over your shoulder, “I thought you were dead, no reason to look good anymore.”

“Rex, I’m sorry, the chancellor himself put me on the assignment and swore me to secrecy. I couldn’t disobey direct orders, you know that.” You explained softly.

“I would have done the same thing, but dear god, what I felt when I thought I lost you… I felt like I was dying- getting ripped apart.” He confessed. His fingers were twitching; he wanted to touch you, hold you, tangle his hands in your hair-anything to prove you were real.

“I’m so sorry, Rex. I really am. That’s not what I wanted.” You choked out, on the verge of tears. That’s the last thing Rex wanted. You were checking over your shoulder more often now and Rex knew it was risky for you to stay in communications that long.

“I know, just be careful. When can I see you again?” He asked hopefully. You gave a sympathetic smile.

“I check in every three weeks so you’ll have to talk to Anakin. I’m using throw away comms.” You explained. “I don’t want to, but I need to go.”

Rex didn’t want to see you go again. “I know. I don’t want to either. But please be careful, don’t do anything I wouldn’t let you do.”

“I wouldn’t get anything done, baby.” You laughed through the tears. “I love you. This will turn the tide, I promise.”

“Go be amazing. I’ll see you on the other side of the war.” He smiled, reaching a hand up to your hologram, as if he could touch his hand to yours.

“I’ll see you on the other side of the war.” You nodded, placing your hand up.

His hand slipped through yours like water; then you were gone.
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Wolffe:

He rewinded the transmission footage again.

“For the republic!” You cried. Wolffe cringed. He knew you wouldn’t say shit like that. Because as much as you supported the war effort you had told him many times about:

How you “despised this intergalactic pissing contest that really only boils down to money problems and hurt pride.”

Your words not his. Another reason is that whenever you did something overly stupid you always said, “Be careful, boys.”

Followed by a wink, smirk, and whatever stupid, reckless thing you were doing to give Wolffe a heart attack. But in the video, you’re movements were choppy, you weren’t smiling, and you weren’t sassing off as usual.

“Commander, I hate to give up, but there’s no way Agent (Y/L/N) could have survived that blast.” There was even something off about the way the General spoke to him. It was forced and it sounded like he didn’t actually believe what he was saying.

“General. (Y/N)… she’d never say something like that. And watch the way she moves, she’s choppy almost robotic in her movements. Sir, you know (Y/N) is too quick and graceful for that to catch her.” Wolffe analyzed, not once taking his eyes off the hologram video.

“Wolffe, I want her to be alive as much as you do, but she was already injured and then caught in an extremely violent explosion.” Plo responded, placing a hand of the clone in denial. Wolffe shook his head.

“We never found a body.” Wolffe tried again, holding on to any evidence you were alive. His hands gripped the table so hard his knuckles turned white.

“Wolffe, there wouldn’t be a body. The blast would have disintegrated everything.” The general told him. Wolffe hardened his jaw and stood up straight.

“You’re right sir. It’s still a shame.” He sighed, defeated. He desperately hoped the general couldn’t pick up the shattered pieces of his heart as he turned and exited the room.

Upon entering his private quarters, he unleashed all the emotions he hid from the general. He punched and kicked the wall all while letting out a sub primal yell. He was angry and sad. He wanted to blame someone. He wanted to do badly put blame on someone else so he could go out and hurt them for taking you. But the only person to blame was you, and it was rude to blame the dead. Besides, Wolffe never could stay mad at you.

Once the wall had taken its beating, he moved to his bed and wailed on his pillow. Between hits, he almost missed a small holo-transmitter. The incoming and outgoing call buttons were taped over, only leave the play-existing message button. He looked at the transmitter quizzically and then picked up his pillow. Lo and Behold, a note laid pristinely folded underneath. He unfolded it and read it, mumbling the contents as he did.

“Dear Wolffe,
I know you’re probably really angry right now. Just, press play.
Love, (Y/N)”

So he pressed play, a hologram of you popped up and began talking.

“Hey Wolffe, if your watching this, it’s because the chancellor has decided to send me into a deep cover mission. For that to happen, special agent: (y/n) (y/l/n,” she paused to glance up at the camera, “has to die. I have to die so…” another pause for her to squint at a datapad- probably a briefing file, “Anatovi Crastillia from Garen llV can become a separatist citizen. They’re gonna tell you I’m dead, but I can’t bear the guilt of lying to you and making you feel that pain. I feel silly even recording this, but you deserved to know. I don’t know how long this mission will take, but I’ll think of you every minute. Wolffe, I love you so much.”

You had to pause for another few minutes to breathe and get you composure. “Please don’t hate me, I didn’t want to trick you. Please be careful. Tell the boys I said to be careful.” With that she reached to turn off the camera, but hesitated.

“I love you. So, so, much.” With that, she turned off the recording. When the hologram fizzled out, the holo-transmitter popped up a stationary image. A photograph of the two of you. Wolffe was grimacing to the camera while you smiled broadly beside him. He was supporting most of your weight, your uniform ripped and had definitely seen better days. Your face was smudged with ash and a little bit of blood, but you couldn’t of looked happier. It was the day Wolffe told you he loved you after you almost got killed. The commander shook his head at the photograph but saved it to his own Holopad. He’d miss you, but that didn’t mean he’d stop fighting for you.
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Fives:

Unlike the above, you weren’t some special agent with an important mission to save the galaxy. You were an engineer with 108th legion who heard the wrong thing at the right time.

When you were with the 108th, you happened upon secrets that neither the republic or confederacy knew. You only told the Jedi council for them to decide what to do with it. They decided it was best to keep it within the council, but that didn’t stop the separatists from wanting the information at any cost.

So to keep you safe and still make use of your engineering skills, they relocated you to the Rishi moon outpost. You’d seen many troopers come and go, but you and the sergeant stayed constant. And then domino squad came along.

You made no pretenses from the beginning. You told them that you were only good at fixing things and the only reason you were important to the Republic was because you were in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Fives liked that. It made him feel more secure that he didn’t have to worry about you running into battle and getting killed. It was easy for the two of you to fall in love on the Rishi moon. You were together all the time. Then the separatists caught wind of your location.

Conveniently located on a base they were already planning on invading. All the more reason to come. So they came, killed several troopers, and put you, the domino squadron, Rex, and Cody through hell.

But you had long standing orders, from the very first day you had the information. If you were found, fake your death and when it was safe, hightail it out of there.

So when the base exploded, you ‘accidentally’ separated yourself from the group and cried as you ran as far as possible from the republic outpost. You knew Fives and Echo thought you dead, and the guilt was crushing you. But nevertheless, you kept running to the only other form of civilization on the Rishi moon: a refueling depot.

From there, you stowed away on a ship and repeated the process from planet to planet. It took roughly two months to get to Coruscant with out blowing cover and without stumbling into a war zone.

Once on Coruscant, all you had to do was make it to the Jedi temple. Sadly, you efforts were hopeless.

As you rushed through the busy streets of the planet, you kept your head down- flinching anytime you saw any kind of droid. Finally you breezed by the clone barracks. Six more blocks. Then, it fell apart. You ran face first into a troopers chest.

You literally just bounced off of him, falling on your butt in the process, but he didn’t even stumble. You still tried to hide your face, “I’m really sorry, sir, just late for a meeting.”

He watched you as you stuttered out the excuse. You finally looked up to him and realized it was an arc trooper…. with a rather familiar handprint on the chest of his armor.

“Echo, what’s the hold- holy kriff is that who I think it is?” Another Arc trooper approached, your heart fluttered at the possibility that it was Fives. The brothers popped off their helmets.

It was him, no mistaking that tattoo on his temple.

“(y/n)?” Fives gasped. Kneeling down in front of you, he offered you his hand, “I thought you were dead… everyone thinks you’re dead. How… how are you here? We thought you died with Hevy.”

“I’m sorry. I had orders.” You answered lamely. The arc trooper armor had your focus. Then you realized you were doing more staring than answering, “I’m so, so sorry Fives. The day I got the god forsaken information, I was given orders to ‘appear dead’ if ever found.”

“I understand, but, god, I missed you so much.” He whispered pulling you up and into a warm embrace- well, warm and stiff, clone armor was never good for hugs.

“Can you take me too the Jedi temple? I’m like two months late. Also, I’d like to hear how you got these.” You said, motioning to the specific ARC armor pieces and then tugging on his kama.

He bent over slightly to whisper, “I’ll tell you. Then, I’ll show you just how fast we can get it off.”

“I should have come back sooner.” You gulped, blushing and giggling- it was as though you had never left. Echo had breezed off moments ago, shaking his head.

“Yeah, you should have.” Fives agreed, pressing a kiss to your temple.

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Guess who is terrible at following prompts.

Light in the Past [Kylo Ren x Reader]

Summary: The reader – a bounty hunter – knew Ben Solo, and believes him to be dead. Now employed by the First Order, the reader lives in ignorance of Kylo Ren’s true identity. It is not until the two are required to go undercover to find Lor San Tekka that the secrets that Ren has masterfully kept begin to unfold.

Word Count: 4000+

Warning: Mention of dead bodies. (Not graphic. Just gross.) The reader fears death several times. The reader considers murder. 

Leave the mask… Kylo Ren instructed himself. He found himself struggling to obey. During his years with the First Order, his mask had become a part of him. It was a tie to his grandfather, an anchor and constant reminder of the power Dark Side. To leave it just to meet with her – a bounty hunter – seemed ridiculous. You’re out of options, he insisted. If you fail to regain her trust, finding Skywalker will become impossible.

Kylo remembered Y/N from his time as Ben Solo. She was impossible to forget. She had been General Organa’s apprentice. From the time she was old enough to fire a blaster, she had been taught politics from. He had been insanely jealous of her at one point, and not just because of the attention that she received from the General. It was the confidence in her stride, the way she seemed to know that she could talk herself out of any situation. The way that she seemed unaffected by anything or anyone was something that had stood out to Ben Solo. He had hated that she could go about her life so unperturbed when he hadn’t been able to look at her in the eyes without his palms becoming sweaty and his heart rate speeding up.

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Bad Bob drops his gloves and takes on the press

”I just have this wonderful image of Bob getting so fucking fed up with how the media treats Jack. Acting like they’re somehow entitled to Jack’s life, to Jack in general, scrutinizing everything, constantly bringing up his overdose like they know anything about it. So here’s how I see everything going down. 

(this ended up a lot longer than I planned.)

  • Jack and Bitty have been out for a little while, and the press is, of course, being dicks because when aren’t they when it comes to Jack
  • Bob is fucking furious. Jack is finally happy and in a good place and the press is still going after him like he murdered someone
  • And he just does not understand why he himself is so glorified??? Jack almost died on his watch??? why are they all acting like Jack is a disappointment??? Jack literally almost died????
  • So Bob resolves to set the record straight. He talks to Jack first, of course, to ask him how much he’s comfortable letting Bob share.
  • Jack is in a good place now. A great place. So this… doesn’t scare him the way it would have a few years ago. It’s nerve-wracking, and he knows it won’t be fun, but the idea doesn’t make him shake.
  • Jack looks Bob right in the eye and says; “Say what happened from your point of view.”

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