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Jaisyn "Jane" Solo (r!63) • Star Wars EU

[forceshadowed]

— blossomingrose • tfln cont

[forceshadowed]

( from here )


See, that's the thing. I don't want to stop.
And you're one of the best friends I've had, I hope you know that.

— scaledwolf • tfln cont

[forceshadowed]

( from here )


And I will always love him, Jon.
You will have to come to terms with that.

[ Why couldn't she have died instead? It was Robb who deserved to be here. ]

Stick to the plan. [ The plan being her riding with his guard disguised as a Wildling fighter, while her twin sister leads the force from Bear Island, pretending to be her. ] You're not talking me out of this.

Jon Snow / Aegon VI Targaryen • Game of Thrones

[morghon]

— nexubait • tfln cont

[morghon]

( from here )


You didn't ask what I knew. You just assumed, as always, that I knew nothing. 😏

— prophetessoftroy • tfln cont

[morghon]

( from here )


Come on, Cass. Give me a little credit here.
How are you feeling?

— beltaineborne • tfln cont

[morghon]

( from here )


Is that what it's called?
I mean, the only way I'd smell of flowers is because of your perfume.

— ofwovenstone • tfln cont

[morghon]

( from here )


So what sort of feelings do you de Rolos need to hammer away?
Or should I just ask what you're hammering them away with?

— strategygames.

[morghon]

Winterfell is buzzing with activity that morning, as the Northern army and their allies continue to be occupied with organizing their defenses against the Dead. Outside the castle walls, men are busy digging trenches and building catapults, while the courtyard is filled with people making leather armor — it's too cold in the North for metal — and forging weapons out of dragonglass, which they've confirmed to be effective in killing the White Walkers.

Jon looks out to the horizon, wondering if any more allies would come to their aid. His half-sister Sansa had informed him last night that one of the Northern lords refused to join them in Winterfell, in protest of Jon surrendering their independence in exchange for an alliance with queen claimant Daenerys Targaryen, who'd supplied them with dragonglass, an army of Unsullied and Dothraki, and two fully-grown dragons. He knows it's a sore point for the North, that he'd let them down because they made him King and he'd just given that away, but how could they not see that it's impossible to defeat the Army of the Dead without allies?

He realizes Lord Glover's resistance might cause some of the other lords to follow suit, but the best he can do now is appeal to them and, failing that, find some way to strong-arm them into cooperating. He's already called for his former black brothers and the Free Folk to come down from the Wall and join them, and he's also sent out ravens to some of his family's old allies outside of the North. Most of them have refused, to his dismay — if only because they refuse to believe that the White Walkers are real.

But he's not heard from the von Riegans yet, and he's still holding out hope that Claude, at least, might take his chances on him.

— fulfillourdestiny.

[morghon]

Jon quietly watches the other students banter from a table at the far end of the mess hall, distractedly feeding Ghost his leftovers. It's strange, how he'd been sent here in the hopes of a safe refuge and a place to belong, but he's actually never felt more isolated and frustrated in his life. In Winterfell, at least, he knew his place, even if his presence had been largely unwelcome; here, however, nobody else was a stranger to the Force and they all seemed to know so much more about it than he did.

It's not that he doesn't have his strengths. He's good at dueling, and he's been wiping the floor with the rest of them, mostly, having had formal combat training growing up. He also has a way with animals — back in his homeworld, they call it warging — and an aptitude for battle strategy. But he's easy to anger, quick to sense a slight, and horribly insecure on account of his parentage, which has led to him keeping his distance from the other students.

He glances under the table to check if his wolf's already finished eating, pondering on the idea of going out for a walk or maybe having another go at the training remote. Fighting always did make him feel better somehow; it's not the violence of it, it's just... not having to really think about anything except the battle, and winning it.

Jacen Solo • Star Wars EU

[soloflight]

— goazon.

[soloflight]

As luck would have it, they had been in the vicinity of Canto Bight when his uncle commed to ask him a favor. Jacen had taken a leave of absence from the Jedi Order to set out on a journey to learn more about the Force, and hopefully figure out a way to send Rey back to her timeline in the process. Not that she seemed to be in a hurry to return; she'd been more than happy to help in the final stages of the war against the Yuuzhan Vong, fighting alongside him and Jaina and Luke and the other Jedi. And she'd been more than happy to say yes to a detour through Cantonica's main attraction to do something worthwhile for the Jedi — something about a Sith artifact having been unearthed and being traded. Because, really, who would be interested in Sith artifacts now? The galaxy at large was still recovering from the devastation the invaders had caused. But, perhaps, that too meant it was the perfect time for the ancient dark order to strike...

Jacen waited on the upper floor of the casino, having changed into a more appropriate attire for their clandestine mission. It felt odd, truthfully, since he'd not dressed so fancily since... well, a rather long time; over the years it had just been Jedi robes and flight jumpsuits and robeskins, all comfortable but scrappy. He tugged at the collar of his dress shirt uneasily as he watched the people mulling about below, brown eyes trying to see if there was anything out of the ordinary, since the Force seemed to indicate nothing but a steady pulse of activity.

movieverse, sometime not long after the Napkin Bombing

[parsec]

Hannah feared the worst when she heard about the bombing but word (and video) traveled quickly. Jacen and Luke were both fine despite the awful circumstances. If there'd been any doubt he inherited her Solo luck this would have settled the matter entirely.

Despite both men insisting that she should finish her races, Hannah drops out, knowing she'll still feel unsettled until she sees him in person. Maybe she can even be of help - or convince her son to spend some time off planet where she can keep a closer eye on him. There's always a fear of losing him (or Ben... or Luke!) that she tries to keep at the back of her mind. They had a lot of good years but the increasing unrest leaves her worried.

"Jacen!" she bursts into the apartment, lucky to be recognizable enough that she wasn't immediately tackled by security the moment she stepped foot on the planet.

There might be tears in her eyes as she crosses the room and pulls him into a hug, but it's not something she'll easily admit to.

this is a hunger games AU where i disregard important parts of Catching Fire

[64th]

The arena exploded.

The arena exploded, and she should be dead. But she isn't.

In the bright, sterile lights of the District 13 hovercraft, Cashmere tries to recall the events of the last hours. There was the battle at the clock. Gloss killed Wiress. Katniss shot Gloss - killed Gloss? Cashmere went after Katniss, Johanna threw an axe at her and after that everything gets real fuzzy. She remembers the impact of the axe and feeling the weight of her body slam into the water. The axe left a large gash running across her upper left chest and a broken clavicle but it wasn't as deadly as intended. Still - she should have drowned.

There's a strange memory of being pulled in the water and a voice shouting at her to try to stay awake. It feels like a dream. It's not until she hears Jacen's voice from the other side of the infirmary curtain that she realizes the familiar voice had been his.

She slips off the infirmary bed and pulls the curtain open with her right hand (her left side still too tender to move) to find Jacen with his own set of injuries. He's greeted with a hard squint instead of a smile.

"You pulled me out of the water." It comes out sounding more accusatory than curious. "You knew about this," she gestures broadly: the Rebellion. "And you pulled me out of the water even though none of them trust me." And then she laughs. Now she's alive, brotherless, and headed to a place that isn't supposed to exist with people who probably think she'll try to run for the Capitol the moment the hovercraft lands.

"That was stupid."

Robb Stark • Game of Thrones

[darys]

Before Jon ever leaves for the Wall

[scaledwolf]

There's laughter and warm chit chat flowing from the Great Hall where the family, minus one bastard, is hosting the King and his family, minus one Imp. There'd been a small conversation between the two before Tyrion had wandered off instead of back into the hall, leaving Jon to continue to listen to the revelry from the shadows outside. Some might say that he'd easily slip in and grab some dinner, that no one would ever notice that he was even there with the way the food and wine was flowing. But he already knows that the moment he steps foot in the hall, were he to dare, that Catelyn would fix him with a thin-lipped stare that said leave before he caused any trouble. Which means that the odds are high that he'll just slip to the kitchen to grab food tonight when he's feeling a little more hungry.

His mind isn't on the visiting royals, but instead elsewhere. Out past the gates of Winterfell and split in two separate directions. One North, to the Wall, where he's being pushed by Catelyn to join the Night's Watch, and the other West past the sea and the cold. Somewhere a little warmer. Too preoccupied to really feel the cold of the night, though being raised here, it's left the cold imprinted on his bones enough that he's not sure he'd notice it even if he wasn't preoccupied. There's a glance through the door as it opens and into the Hall, eyes searching for his brother, who he assumes is drinking with Theon tonight. A night that Catelyn wouldn't be watching the boys much as she preens over Sansa and the Queen and Sansa's sudden infatuation with the Prince that had come to visit. Not wanting to get anyone in trouble for his lingering, he will finally push off the wall where he's been leaning and start heading toward the kitchens to get a plate of food himself, not seeing if his brother will come to find him or not.

robb lives au

[krake]

Theon and Sansa jump off of the wall of Winterfell and into the snow where they're found by Brienne and Podrick who lead them back to Robb's camp. Robb who has been planning on how to get Winterfell back from the Boltons. Theon had tried to plead with them to let him go, he could go home, Robb would kill him if he saw him again. He was scared. He was ashamed. But Sansa insisted he stay and soon enough they had made it back to the camp. Sure enough, Robb did draw his sword to take his head, but Sansa spoke in his defense. And even Brienne and Podrick spoke to how he tried lead the Bolton men away, how he saved Podrick's life. So Robb spares him.

So what now?

Reek -- no, he's Theon, Theon Greyjoy -- doesn't know how to exist in the world anymore. They are sitting at a table, having a meager meal (but still better than anything he's eaten in years) and Theon hasn't touched anything. It's clear he's waiting for permission, scared of what will happen if he steps out of line.

murder pups. volunteering as tribute.

[falseflowers]

It was odd now. Well, odder than it had been. Eponine, as all knew her now as, had retained her masculine clothes from the road, but was left otherwise unsure of where her position within the former Brotherhood Without Banners lay. She carried on as she had before, trying to ensure everyone understood that she was still the same person, just Eponine instead of Edwyn.

At least everyone knew why she'd been such a shit knight.

She knocks at his door, calling out the name she'd first met him as: "Grey Wind?" She'd heard he'd gotten into a fight, after finding out where his wife was being held. The details eluded her, but one look at Robb told her that at least the fight was true. She holds out a bundle of cloth. "Here. It's for your eye. It'll help with the swelling."

Jeyne Westerling • A Song of Ice and Fire

[prumia]

Mabel Pines (college age) • Gravity Falls

[stellacadente]

for dipper

[stellacadente]

dippyyyy
better get ready to harmonize because LOVE PATROL ALPHA will be back in town!!!

Pacifica Elise Northwest (college age) • Gravity Falls

[platinumpaz]

[stillshorter]

Hey Pacifica, how's this semester going for you so far?

BATFAM-ADJACENT | present timeline

[forceshadowed]

mistaken identity {aegon}

Though it's been several weeks now, Jane still finds it weird to be in pre-Blackout times. Everything is so... nice. The sky is blue, the air is clearer and sweeter than anything she remembers breathing, there are trees and water. And there's a place called a zoo, filled with all manner of fascinating creatures, enough to derail her from her fact-finding mission that morning. Thankfully she's not meeting K until much later in the day, because how embarrassing would it be to turn up empty-handed. She's supposed to be good at this. She'd been trained for this.

She turns to head towards the next exhibit when sees a familiar head of dark, curly hair among the sea of people in front of her. She should've realized it's not him, because she'd seen him that night in the lake house, and it's not been that long for him to have grown his hair back to its default unruly state in the future. But she's more distracted than she realizes — or perhaps there's some other matter that's weighing heavily on her mind, apart from the animals she can't even identify — because she slips through the crowd easily and practically pops out in front of Aegon.

"Jon, hi." She grins sheepishly. "Hey. Uh..." What did she want to say again? Oh, right. About Robb. "Listen, I... about your brother..." She bounces on her heels uneasily. Should she apologize for ghosting the poor guy? "Is he still mad?" She'd had his spinner — er, car — fixed, so he shouldn't be? Maybe?

what are these {k + open}

Jane's been gawking at white bengal tiger for several minutes now, utterly fascinated — as she's been with practically every animal she's come across in the zoo that morning. She's not even sure what it is, exactly, and while she could do a quick Google search (she knows how to Google now!) she'd much rather spend her time appreciating the creature, watching it move about in its habitat. Although... it's not exactly in its natural habitat, is it? It's trapped, just like the rest of them. Only treated a little better, not left fighting for its life, scavenging for scraps to survive.

Her head tilts, frowning at the beast. Her. The tiger is a her. She's willing to bet on it, though she's not seen the tiger's information card. Strange, how she's been getting more and more of these tingles. Intuition, they call it? Or just uncanny observation skills?

[scaledwolf]

It'd been an interesting text exchange between his twin, and stubborn in regards to finally getting him to agree to meet. He should have expected it, really. A stranger reaching out, telling him he knew things about a mother that was supposed to be dead. A father that was actually his uncle. Everything was a complicated mess, not that he harbored any ill will against his mother for it. They'd tried to kill her after all, had killed their father. Was it any wonder she'd hidden, especially with the babe she'd still had, the one Ned hadn't automatically scooped up and claimed?

His meeting wasn't for a little while yet so he'd stopped by the zoo to try and just get some air, clear his head, and stop by the wolves because he found them calming to watch. He has a rather large husky back home, safe with his mother. Protecting her was more like it. But he also hadn't wanted to travel with it until he knew how this would go, if he'd settle here to get to know his brother for a while.

Though his thoughts are immediately gone as the brunette pops out of the crowd in front of him, grinning sheepishly. And there's a flicker of appreciating how lovely she is before it registers that she called him Jon. He knew the pair looked identical, though he hadn't expected anyone to mistake him for his brother, at least not so soon. And there's confusion in his eyes though he offers her a small smile, because brother would have to be Robb since Jon thinks he's Ned's right now. The world thinks he's Ned's right now. "I'm sorry," he offers, eyes following her bouncing easily, and finding her adorable for it. "You're got me confused with my brother. I'm actually Aegon. I'm actually meeting Jon in an hour."

Silje / Sigríðr, daughter of Jór • OC

[skjoldpike]