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[flightforfreedom]

 I WILL FIND AN APPROPRIATE PICTURE AND PUT IT HERE LATER

but for now this is a shipping post

give me a prompt or an image or just a blank tag and i'll make up the prompt i don't care let's sail this ship

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for: Brendan

[flightforfreedom]

It wasn't warm. That didn't really bother Poe - space was cold, and so was his X-Wing - but it did mean that he was huddled a little closer into his jacket as he knocked on the door. Under his arm, a few presents. Mostly booze. But also some snacks, and a pair of woollen gloves without fingers because he saw them and thought they would suit Brendan. (They were a very dark bottle green.)

So he knocked a few times, before resting his head against the door. He really, really hoped Brendan wasn't out doing something stupid.

He didn't want to turn this into a Search and Rescue mission instead of just a quiet birthday.

"Hey, bud? You home?"

[pale_blue_arrow]

Brendan hated even mild cold. He told people it was because he was Californian, but really it had more to do with the fact dying had felt surprisingly cold and he didn't exactly crave reminders of that experience. His apartment was, accordingly, forever warmer than anybody else except his pet quoll liked.

"Sorry," he said when he opened the door, gesturing to aforementioned quoll, who was eating atop her pillow by the couch. "Scarlet wanted dinner and demanded I get her something before I answered the door. Come in if you want; the cake just got outta the oven so it'll take a few minutes before I can frost it."

He was trying his damnedest to act like nothing was wrong. That should have been a sign that everything was.

[flightforfreedom]

"Hey, bud." He looked more relieved than he meant to, and went to give him a hug before remembering that he was carrying presents. So instead, he shifted their weight to one side and reached out with a free hand to pat his shoulder instead.

"I'll forgive her, I guess," He said, his voice light and teasing, though he was scanning over Brendan for any worrying signs.

"Uh - you're making a cake?" That surprised him, but he stepped inside anyway, shaking off the cold as the indoor warmth enveloped him. "Probably good I didn't pick one up, then."

[pale_blue_arrow]

"Hey." He quirked an eyebrow at the shoulder pat, because it was so dorky, but he smiled slightly anyway, getting the door behind Poe. Scarlet chirped at Poe from her cushion, though she remained seated, food being of greater importance than humans to her.

"I used to make all the birthday cakes in my family back home. Figured I'd try here. It was either that or go out and interact with people at the store who keep consoling me on Manabu being Ported back home and I'd rather be shot." He shrugged, as if that were a casual statement, putting his hands in his jacket pockets. "I'm out of good booze but I do have bad schnapps if you want."

it's incredibly hard to find biracial m/m kissing gifs, so sorry, they're all white boys

[bespin]

one
two
three

creeps quietly in

[heisenbitch]

one. two. three. four. (or #2 on the kiss meme? or a combo of #2 and one or several of these? idk, man, go wild)

For Bodhi and then also Cassian

[flightforfreedom]

[It was summer, and though the last week had been too gorgeous to spend any time inside, that afternoon a thunderstorm had rolled in and brought the rain with it. The rain was warm, and hit the ground with such force it caused a slight haze of mist to curl across the forest floor surrounding Base One. Poe had gone out in it, just to enjoy it - had said something about the rains on Yavin when he pulled Bodhi out into it.

Of course they'd gotten soaked.

So, after Poe had his fill of frolicking in the rain, they retreated back inside, changed into warm dry pyjamas, and had curled up on the couch. The television was on, but Poe wasn't paying attention enough to even notice. He'd perched behind Bodhi, absentmindedly playing with the man's hair.]

This is getting pretty long, huh? I bet I could even... [He trailed off with a smile to himself, before leaning on a little, pressing up against Bodhi's back.] You got your hair ties? I want to try something.

[onlydoubts]

[ The sudden storm had made for an enjoyable afternoon with Poe, it wasn't like the sheets of cold and unpleasant rain on Eadu or the occasional light sprinkling of Jedha.

Dripping wet, they'd returned to the house and got settled for the evening. He was more focused on Poe's hands in his wet hair, already brushed as it'd be a mistake not to after getting it wet and sleeping on it.

He peeks behind him as Poe leans into him. ] Hm? Haven't cut it since before I got here. [ One thing he's learned is to keep the ties on his wrist, one of which he pulls off and hands to Poe. ] I didn't know you know how to do hair. But, sure.

[flightforfreedom]

Yeah, well, I went months without mine growing at all. You shouldn't cut it. I like it this way.

[He ran his fingers through it before taking the elastics, sliding them onto his own wrist as he kept running his hands through Bodhi's hair. He shifted up a bit closer, sliding a knee to rest on either side of Bodhi's chest, giving him a light squeeze as if being hugged by his legs.]

Did it for Jess, sometimes, in black squadron. And before that - well, long before that - used to do it for my mom, when she was still alive. [He didn't seem to be in a hurry, fingers running lazily through Bodhi's locks.]

Bet this is long enough that I could do you something similar.

[onlydoubts]

I used to have mine as short as yours. But regulations wanted us to keep our appearances neat and tidy, including keeping our hair short. So, naturally - I let it grow out.

[ Bodhi can't recall, when last someone did his hair for him. Probably his mum, before leaving home, before cutting it to begin with. He relaxes, slumping easier against Poe to make it easier, as the other man continues to play with his hair. ]

You've had some practice, then.

[loyal_soldier]

"They don't teach pilots enough of this, in my opinion." He has his armor on. Probably doesn't make the prospect of sparring very appealing. "If you go down in hostile territory or a base comes under attack, you've got to be prepared." And all they usually get issued is that piddly little Merr-Sonn pistol, which is basically like not having a blaster at all.

"But since we're not starting on equal footing here, I'll go easy." A moment of concentration, and all the white plate vanishes, leaving him wearing nothing but his form-fitting black underarmor and the tiniest hint of a smirk.

"Ready?"

[flightforfreedom]

"How is you being in your armour an eve--" But midway through the sentence, the armour disappeared, and Poe blinked a little dumbly. Okay. That was. Useful. And the form-fitting under armour was approximately one hundred times more interesting to look at. Uh- Poe? Focus, please.

He wet his lips, setting his feet apart, planted against the matts and raising his hands. He'd wrapped up his wrists, but other than that wore just a white undershirt and dark grey sweats, which seemed at the same time far too casual on him and yet still suited him. Poe had that effect on basically all clothes in general.

He caught that smirk, and the corner of his lips pulled up, a lopsided smirk in return, his eyes crinkling mischievously.

"Oh, I'm ready. Come on. Let's see what you're made of, huh?"

[loyal_soldier]

"You'll find out."

He closed the distance, taking an almost casual swing at the captain's head, his other hand coming in fast and low in an attempt to sneak under his guard. Just to get an idea whether that hyperactive pilot brain knew how to handle multiple targets at a time like this.

And, okay, maybe he didn't think very much of Navy training for hand-to-hand, so he wanted to have a little fun with it. Take it less seriously than he would with another trooper.

whipped cream continuation

[firstordered]

[ » ]

No complaints here.

[ Finn easily let Poe shove his jacket to the floor, following up the motion by removing his shirt along with it to bring them both to relatively even ground, nudity-wise. He mentally commended himself for taking off the shirt without getting tangled up in the sleeves as he pulled it over his head, coming off wholly more suave and successful than he felt on the inside.

That taken care of, he took one more look at Poe, licked his lips, then pulled away to go sit on the edge of the bed and pull his shoes and socks off as well. ]

So when you say "covered in whipped cream," how... extensive are we talking?

[flightforfreedom]

I think that entirely depends on just how hungry you are.

[Poe's eyes twinkled with a mischievous mirth, kneeling in front of him to help him with his shoes.]

We can always add more, and I don't want to completely tire your tongue out. At least not only with that.

[firstordered]

[ Poe didn't really have to help Finn with his shoes, he can take care of that himself, but... Looking down at Poe where he's kneeling like that, at his shoulders and his broad back... Yeah. Finn doesn't mind the help. ]

Oh, I'm... Hungry. Real hungry.

[ He swallows, thickly. ]

But uh. Let's start small and see how things go.

hello..........................................it's me

[knaval]

So, uhh... [guess who's in your kitchen? it's riptide. he hasn't quite moved into base one yet, but it's in the works. he is currently poking at the oven.] You said there was a popcorn maker in here?

[is that even poe that's walked into the kitchen? fuck if riptide knows. you'd think his scanner would work in such short range, but his entire brain is being taken up trying to figure out where the popcorn comes out of. the black part? does this open a void to the popcorn realm????]

jabbers, ilu

[flightforfreedom]

[Poe's dressed like he just rolled out of bed - JETS! pyjama bottoms and a plain white shirt, his feet bare as he pass across the tile floor. It's four in he afternoon, but fuck you, it's his day off.]

That isn't it. It's in the cupboard, I'll get it.

[He pulls open the cupboard in question, finding the bright red popcorn maker and lowering it down unto the counter.]

And - what is that word they use? Voila?

ilu2 britt

[knaval]

Probably.

[he knows where to go from here, plugging it in and opening the bag.]

Y'got any seasoning?

[dreadinquisitor]

It had been months.

It had also been years.

It was an ocean of memories that crashed upon him in towering waves. People and places he hadn't known a moment ago, but now did again, washing against drowning out the smell of candlewax and the sound of voices.

Cassandra, Leliana... Dorian-- there, but now gone. Again.

Replaced by a man in a uniform he recognizes but shouldn't. A man who sighs heavily and takes Maxwell by his remaining elbow to physically guide him.

"Come on, big guy. You've done this before." At the gate, he presses Maxwell upon him and adds a helpful, "You'll be fine," before leaving him alone in the fading afternoon light.

[flightforfreedom]

Maxwell has just been ported in.

It was BB-8 who gave him the helpful reminder, even though Poe had long since stopped hoping. His eyebrows shot up and he glanced over at the droid.

"What, really?" He asked, the excitement leaking into his tone. He pulled out his communicator a little too fast, fumbling with the buttons before managing to type into it.

Hey, this is Poe Dameron.

Whether you remember me or not - do you need a lift?

[dreadinquisitor]

There was as much a delay on Maxwell's end: jamming the folder into his armpit and then reaching, as had become habit already, for the slim chain around his neck before remembering--

The sending crystal wasn't the only thing capable of chirping at him here.

He drops the chain and digs into his pocket, exhaling heavily down at the device as it lights up under his touch. It was a damned thing, to know something and yet not at the same time.

Finally, he gets there, and pauses only a moment longer at the name that felt like a dream.

I remember you.

And I would appreciate it.

[droide]

It's taken L3-37 some time to adjust to this new planet... The news that Lando was here before, but he's gone now. The new human body she has access to. The people have been friendly enough, in any event, which helps. Poe Dameron especially. She's not sure whether he's only being nice to her because of her association with Lando, or because he's unhealthily obsessed with droids, but she'll take it.

Tonight, he's said he wants to take her to a favorite club of his, and that she'll have to dress nice. She picks out a black lace dress, and even makes an attempt at makeup before the appointed time when Poe has said he'll pick her up.

[flightforfreedom]

It was, possibly, partly about Lando, partly about a weird obsession with droids, but Poe also just sincerely enjoyed her company. She was fiery and passionate and very unlike most droids - or organics - that he had met. It was, honestly, attractive. So he just liked spending time with her. And helping her discover and enjoy aspects of life that hadn't been open to her before was an honest joy.

It was also why he'd gone out of his way to find a motorcycle.

He landed smoothly and gracefully as always, the engine on more for show than necessity, and smiled broadly when he spotted her.

"Okay, you're getting way too good at choosing clothes."

[droide]

Poe's ability to fly things that weren't meant to be flown continued to astound L3-37. She shaded her eyes with her hand as she watched him come in for a landing, backdropped by the setting Nonah sun.

"It's brilliant. You go into a shop, flash your imPort marker stamp, and people trip over themselves to recommend things for you to wear." Everyone wanted their clothes to be modeled by the planet's newest droid celebrity. Little did they know she had no use for clothes in her droid form, and would instead be wearing them as another nondescript human.

She steps off the curb and hikes up her skirt to get herself seated behind him on the motorbike, not caring that the shows a little extra leg in the process.

"Alright, hot shot. We're off."