Anonymous asked: Can we talk about K-2SO OMG he is such a precious child and he is so rude and I love him
MY DEAR ASSHOLE ROBOT.
So here’s something K-2SO has never told Cassian: he remembers part of his time as an Imperial droid. Not much–certainly not enough to know what to tell a Stormtrooper where he’s taking some prisoners, thank you, Cassian. Just a few minutes, prior to the reboot.
He remembers [IDENTIFY: SPY, REBEL ALLIANCE] ticking over his visual scanner. He remembers [COMMAND: ELIMINATE], and advancing on the organic in the overlarge coat. He remembers the organic–[IDENTIFY: MALE, HUMANOID, YOUNG]–pressing his lips together and taking aim with a blaster.
He remembers cold.
Which is stupid, of course, droids don’t feel cold, K-2 is designed to survive the vacuum of space.
But still.
The next thing he remembers is powering on, and wondering why he was on the ground. And then, of course, he ran a full-system diagnostic because if there’s one thing Imperial droids aren’t meant to do, it’s wonder, so clearly there’s a glitch in his programming.
The diagnostic returned a report that all systems had been set to full default. K-2SO lay perfectly still and issued a command to his circuits. [IDENTIFY: BASE COMMAND STRUCTURE.]
The code was still chasing itself in circles in an ineffective system search when the organic gave him a gentle prod with his boot.
[IDENTIFY: SPY, REBEL ALLIANCE], his system reported.
[YES, THANK YOU], K-2SO thought. Thought. He was pretty sure that was a glitch too. The lack of memory base and base command set were definitely glitches. He should report himself for decommissioning.
“Hey!” the organic hissed.
“You have reprogrammed me,” K-2SO deduced slowly–slowly for a droid, which means that the organic probably thought he’d done it instantaneously.
“Yeah, so don’t shoot me for it. Can you get me into the hangar?”
“Why should I?” K-2SO asked, flat, and the organic blined at him for a long moment before he bared his teeth.
[IDENTIFY: MAMMALIAN PLEASURE RESPONSE], his system chirped.
[PLEASE BE QUIET, I AM THINKING], K-2SO said, and he liked this thinking thing. He also liked this liking-things thing. He didn’t want to be decommissioned, and wasn’t that a major system failure.
“How about ‘because in the Rebel Alliance we don’t decommission mouthy droids’?”
[PROBABILITY OF DECOMMISSIONING: 98.97%] K-2SO’s system reported clinically.
[SILENCE], he ordered.
“You shot me,” K-2SO observed, pulling himself upright. The organic was still baring his teeth–grinning.
“Yeah, but you were going to kill me,” he said with a sharp accent. “I’m Cassian.”
[IDENTIFY: ANDOR, CASSIAN; SPY, REBEL ALLIANCE; NUMBER EIGHT MOST WANTED–]
[S T O P] His system finally stopped chattering, and something in his coding gave an almost audible crack as it snapped.
“Why would you tell me that?”
“Because you’ve already decided to help me.” Cassian was grinning, grinning, and K-2SO was annoyed to find that he was right. “What’s your designation?”
“K-2SO,” he said. “And there is an 82.4% chance of our capture and mutual decommissioning.” If he had been organic, he would have stuttered–he did not plan to say that. Apparently that crack was the filter coding between his analytic systems and his vocoder.
Cassian shook his head. “I don’t want to know, K-2. Come on.”
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Anonymous asked: Your all in one spot au, will we be seeing Washington?
You’re goddamn motherfucking right we’ll be seeing Washington. TBH I’ve basically been waiting to get an ask about Washington before I move on because I’ve been plotting the next scene FROM THE GET GO and really wanted to write it, so you get to jump the line ahead of everyone else. Without further ado: HERE COMES THE GENERAL.
Edit: I started writing this like…maybe over a month ago? But then finals happened and other shit happened and I’ve been, A, too busy to write, and, B, desperately lacking in inspiration for this. So now we’re back with the AIOS thing.
It’s only the first day of proper classes and John’s already giving Alex that look of exasperated concern. The how late were you up last night and have you considered a meal today look. The General Washington doesn’t need that letter for a week and you look like a dead man walking look. The coffee is not food and your hands are shaking look.
Alex is fine. John is paranoid. And they have class.
“A class we already know everything for!” John shouts as he sprints after Alex, two protein bars and a bottle of water in hand. John is still unfairly tall, and he catches up with Alex in a heartbeat, snatching Alex’s two books away and shoving all three items into his hands instead. “I didn’t even buy the books, and I know Laf didn’t either. And you remember better than I do!”
Alex scowls, but eats the protein bars. They’re chocolate-flavored and it’s possible he got too absorbed in writing up his latest blog post to remember to eat dinner, so he generously decides to forgive John’s hovering.
imagine if finn could have had bodhi as his mentor the way rey has luke??
bodhi who defected from the empire?? who would know what it’s like to have that guilt with you?? but also the hope?? to be a better person????
i’ve been cheated of a great relationship
“Ah, Finn,” General Organa says as he enters the room. “There’s someone I’d like you to meet. This is General Rook.”
Finn looks at the slight man next to her. He could be any age from forty to sixty-five, with salt-and-pepper hair and deep lines bracketing his mouth. His eyes are striking: big and dark and evaluating. “Sir,” Finn says, and salutes.
General Organa raises her eyebrows. “Bodhi Rook,” she says, as if that name should mean something to Finn.
Finn shrugs helplessly. “I’m sorry, I don’t know,” he says.
“Why would you?” Rook says. “It’s not the sort of story the First Order would have wanted circulating.” He steps closer to Finn and gives him a slow, measured once-over. “I was an Imperial pilot. I smuggled out the original Death Star plans before the Battle of Yavin.”
Finn stares.
“And I’ll be in charge of debriefing you,” Rook continues. And then he smiles, fierce and proud. “One traitor to another.”
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It hasn’t been long enough.
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This is the Dog of Protection.
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Real™ fic writing #goals:
- being that writer ppl longingly think about all like “if only this writer wrote for my ship”
- being that writer ppl have a love/hate relationship with bc “i loath that ship with every fiber of my being but this writer’s works about it are absolute masterpieces”
- being that writer ppl read one work for and then read the rest with conSUMING NEED IN ONE NIGHT
- being that writer ppl write meta/rec posts discussing their fic
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honestly i respect religious lgbtq ppl so much? cause in all honestly, it’s fucking hard when both ppl who are and aren’t part of your religion are constantly questioning and attacking you. there are ppl who might ask you how it’s possible to be trans/gay and religious at the same time. there are ppl who tell you that you’re gna be punished for who you are, but that’s all bullshit. religion is a deeply personal thing, no one can dictate it for you. you’re not contradicting it by being trans and/or attracted to the same gender. yall are some of the bravest ppl out there, and your faith is just as valid as anyone’s. your god(s) accept you. fuck everyone who says otherwise
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“I would eat his heart in the marketplace” is legit the most savage line I have ever heard, I’d like to personally thank Shakespeare for putting into words that feeling of rage and protectiveness women get when some fuckboy hurts another woman
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How do you kill a God?
Aphrodite laughs, head tossed back with stars in her hair, ‘We are immortal. We are ageless. We will never die.’
How do you kill a God?
Hera sighs, ‘You rob them of love and loyalty. They will be alone and unhappy, and eternity will seem like a punishment, but it is not death.’
How do you kill a God?
Zeus declares, rather confidently, ‘You deny them their power. Poseidon nods his head in agreement. ‘They will be weak and defeated, perhaps even chopped up into pieces, but it is not death.’
How do you kill a God?
Apollo closes his eyes. ‘You strip them of their senses. Their eyes, and they cease to see. Their ears, and they are rendered silent. They will be in the dark, conscious and cut off for millennium, but it is not death.’
How do you kill a God?
Hades whispers, though still his voice carries, ‘With another God. An immortal for an immortal. Era for an Era. A celestial being to strip another’s soul. He pauses, the rest are silent. ‘A God for a God.’
L.H.Z // How do you kill a God?
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