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Ciena Ree, known as LP-888 in the Imperial Navy, was a female human villager from the planet Jelucan who fought for the Galactic Empire during the Galactic Civil War. She grew up as a friend of Thane Kyrell, a second-wave aristocrat. They bonded over their love of flying and pushed each other to excel. As the most accomplished students of Jelucan’s academy preparatory courses, they were both selected to attend the prestigious Royal Imperial Academy on Coruscant. During their time at the academy, the friendship between the two cadets would eventually turn into romantic feelings.


“My hands are stained with the blood of millions

anonymous asked:

Hello, Rose! I really like your Art, and feel free to ignoring but, Who was your first SWTOR OC?

hey, thank you anon! <3 that’d be this nerd:

… the king of Dubrillion, ladies and gentlemen :’D

“This is my life. Observe and fight. Interrogate and meditate. On the bad nights, skip the meditation. Hard to focus with sixty levels of traffic echoing below…
… not to mention the bruises and other distractions.”
» Theron Shan, The Lost Suns


Kailan Wren ♥ Theron Shan

Everything I can’t be
Is everything you should be
And that’s why I need you here


Imagine being told that the universe is full of light.
Once you open your eyes, the light will guide you and comfort you in your darkest moments.
Now, imagine realizing that the light exists, but that you’re blind, you’ve always been blind, and you’re never going to see anything.

» Theron Shan, The Lost Suns

rock-paperback-scissors  asked:

“25. This is why you don’t ever have any shirts to wear,” for Wren x Atton?

It’s short and kinda meh, but I really miss them! Thanks for sending this. <3

She should have expected this. To be quite honest with herself, she wasn’t surprised the moment Atton had returned to the ship without a shirt. The others on the ship would be, however. Wren couldn’t find the words to explain why he always bet all of his credits until all he had left to wager was his shirt. He was having a losing streak, but apparently that didn’t stop him from playing sabak every time they docked at new port.

Wren was leaning against the wall of the cockpit when he wandered in, shirtless as seemed to be the norm nowadays. She raised an eyebrow the moment he saw her, blushing bright red at having been caught.

“I can explain.”

“I’d love to hear it.” Wren watched as he searched the seat he usually occupied for a spare shirt, only to come up empty.

“I- uh…” Rubbing the back of his neck, he shot a wry grin her way. “I lost it during a game of sabak.”

With a shake of her head, Wren handed him the shirt he had been searching for. He took it without a word, but the blush hadn’t left his face. “This is why you don’t ever have any shirts to wear, Atton.”

The man laughed and slipped the shirt on over his head. “Are you complaining about the view?”

Wren snorted, turning away to leave him to his own devices. “I would never do that.”

Wren Sloane & Atton Rand | OTP: To Get Lost In You

“You came and then you showed me what love should be,
It was strange, you captivated every part of me,
Brought me to life,
And now I’m living,

I never thought that I would find,
Someone who would take my mind,
Off of who I used to be,
What I left behind.”

- “Come Alive” by Rachel Taylor -

Nations as Quotes from my High School

Austria: “I’m looking for a manly ribbon!”

Hungary: “Mermaids are real; piss off.”

Slovakia: “I can’t believe Boy Meets World lied to me.”

Czech: “Just get in the trunk.”

Netherlands: “He owes us cookies!”

Belgium: “I’m a big lion RAWR~”

Luxembourg: “You ruined my solo!”

Greece: “Can’t I just hide during pep rallies and nap?”

— Lone Wolf

As if it’s not bad enough that Obi-Wan has lost Anakin, has lost the Jedi, has lost the Republic, now he also gets to be sad about losing the one animal friend he made, when she sacrificed herself for him!

Obi-Wan Kenobi can never catch a break on anything ever.

The Avatar

1.It’s the Painted Lady
2.The Blue Spirit
3.The Painted Spirit
4.The Blue Lady
5. The Water Bender
6. The Fire Lord’s Heart pt 1
7. The Fire Lord’s Heart pt 2
8. The Painted Lady and the Blue Spirit
9. The Fire Lady
10.The Blood Bender
11. The Family Reunion
12. The Water Bender’s Baby

Katara places her daughter with the woman. She visits her often under the claim that she is the baby’s God Mother.

Katara helps at the hospital, she works as a healer. But she also teaches the new water benders that are appearing in the south.

Sokka leaves the Southern Water Tribe to go to Republic City as an emissary. According to Sokka’s letters, Aang and Zuko are working together to create a city of unity, where benders of any kind can live together with non-benders. The thought of Aang and Zuko working together makes Katara’s stomach churn.

As the Southern Water Tribe grows, it becomes a flourish of life, but with life comes danger, thieves and thugs, Katara joins the police force, helping take care of crime in the south.

But then another threat comes, a group rally, hell bent on taking out Katara’s father. Katara tries her best to take the rebels down but they aren’t enough, this group is large and not even the entire police force can take them down.

One summer morning, two years after Senna’s birth, Katara walks through the tribe with her ‘god daughter’ buying presents when suddenly a large sky bison lands in the middle of the tribe, Katara’s heart kicks into over drive.

Katara races back to Senna’s guardian’s house and drops her off, she kisses her daughter good-bye and then makes her way back to her father’s council room. Appa is standing right outside, huffing and snuffing around the snow.

When the sky bison sees Katara he bellows out and races over to her.

“Appa!” Katara beams, patting the bison on the nose, “I’ve missed you too.”

“Katara?” a voice calls, Katara turning to the council hut and she sees Aang standing in the door way.

She is amazed at the difference just two years can make, Aang is taller, taller than her; he even towers over Sokka. He looks grown up, his face more mature and his body, well, Aang only wears his usual light air bender clothes, and they do nothing to hide the muscles underneath.

“Avatar Aang,” Katara breathes, continuing to pat Appa as Aang approaches her, “It’s good to see you.”

“It’s been so long,” Aang breathes, standing in front of Katara, his voice has changed too, deeper and more masculine.

Aang and Katara both laugh before embracing each other.

“I’ve missed you,” he breathes, holding Katara closely.

Katara smiles and then looks over Aang’s shoulder to the door he came out of, secretly wishing, hoping that Zuko would come through those doors too.

“What are you doing here?” Katara asks when Aang lets her go.

“Sokka told me about your letters,” Aang explains, “I’m here to help, in any way that I can.”

“Thank you,” Katara says, she follows Aang into the council room and they discuss plans to get the group.

Katara works with Aang and Sokka, they find the gang’s hide out, and in one night they take the gang down.

Once the fight is over, it doesn’t take long with Aang by their side, by the time the sun sets the gang are behind bars.

“It was good to work with you again,” Aang says once the men are safely behind bars.

“It was,” Katara agrees, dusting off her hands and then turns away.

“Katara,” Aang says, stopping Katara before she can walk away, “I’m really sorry, for… well for how things ended with us. It just wasn’t the right time for us, I put too much pressure on you, and I’m sorry.”

Katara turns back to face Aang and he is standing in front of her sheepishly, his cheeks red.

“I’ve missed you,” Aang says, his words flying out almost breathlessly, “more than I could ever begin to say, I’ve missed you Katara.”

Katara’s heart skips a beat, she stares at Aang as he shifts on his feet.

“I want to be friends again,” Aang says, his hands jittery.

“We will always be friends, Aang,” Katara smiles, “That could never change.”

Aang smiles and blushes deep red.

“Did you want to get lunch together?” Aang asks, Katara nods her head.

“Just no sea prunes, ok?” Aang asks, making Katara laugh.

Katara and Aang spend a lot of time together over the coming months, Aang doesn’t leave the Water Tribe for three whole months, he spends as much time with Katara as he can.

Katara fills the gaping hole in her heart with Aang, he doesn’t fit the hole, it’s not a hole he’ll ever be able to fill.

Aang has changed, he’s not the same selfish, little boy from all those years ago, he’s matured and in doing so he isn’t as controlling, he gives Katara her space, he acts like her friend, not as an unrequited lover.

Katara continues to visit her ‘god child’, Aang wants to go with her, but Katara will never let him, lest he see the gold in her eyes, or how every day, Senna, grows to look more and more like her mother, her real mother.

When Aang leaves to return to the ever growing Republic city, Katara feels lost. She loves Zuko and will forever love him, but she cannot have him. She can have Aang, he cares for her and her family, but she does not love him.

When Aang is away he writes to Katara every day, telling her everything he has done, often Zuko’s name appears in the letters and it makes Katara’s heart pound in anticipation, she wants to know that Zuko is alright, that he is happy. According to Aang’s letters, Zuko seems happy, even though Mai is having troubles conceiving.

Katara has written thousands of letters to Zuko, but she never sends them. She ties them with a red and gold ribbon and hides them away where no one will find them. Should someone ever find them, Katara would be in a world of trouble; each letter details her love for Zuko, each letter mentions the baby she had with him. Katara knows she shouldn’t be writing her feelings down on paper, but she cannot bring herself to burn them.

Aang returns to the Water Tribe two months after leaving, when he sees Katara he races to her, picks her up and spins her around, when he sets her back down he places a kiss to the corner of her mouth.

“I’ve missed you.” He breathes, looking at Katara with such adoration.

“I’ve missed you too,” Katara replies, her voice shaky and in shock from the kiss.

“Katara these last few weeks without you have been torture,” Aang admits, holding Katara’s hands, “I want to be with you again, like how it was before, as more than friends.”

Katara’s heart races, she stares into Aang’s grey eyes, wishing they were gold instead. Katara hates herself, but she wasn’t lying when she said that she had missed Aang. When she read the letter that he was coming home, Katara’s heart raced with excitement.
Katara found herself wanting Aang, perhaps not in the way that he wanted her, but she did want him, for comfort.

“Katara,” Aang breathes, “I want to come home, to you, I need you in my life. Since you left it has never been the same alone as it was with you. I know I screwed up, I was selfish and childish, and I can never undo what I did to you. All I ask is for one chance.”

Katara finds herself nodding her head, a great, big smile spreads over Aang’s face as he lifts her into his arms again and takes her back to her place.

They kiss and hold each other, Katara lays with Aang to force Zuko out of her mind, to force away what cannot be.

Aang moves in with Katara quickly, he comes and goes from the Water Tribe always returning to fall into Katara’s arms.

Katara’s plan works, she falls for Aang, she loves him and he loves her. But when the make love it is always simple, always in missionary, Katara tries for more, but Aang is not comfortable with it, leaving Katara unsatisfied every time.

But Katara doesn’t base their relationship on sex, she has feelings for Aang, she loves him and he loves her.

He proposes, one year after returning to her, he gets down on his knee and presents her with a silver ring. Katara says yes, she agrees to marry the Avatar, because she does love him.

Aang and Katara are married two months after the engagement.

When the doors open to the wedding chapel Katara’s heart races, for at the end of the aisle stands the man she truly loves. However, he stands next to her intended as his best man.