pipsquak
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Solar Irradiance by pipsquak
Fandoms: 少女☆歌劇 レヴュー・スタァライト | Shoujo Kageki Revue Starlight (Anime)
09 Nov 2023
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Hikari finds Mahiru reminiscing on the past.
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- English
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- 456
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“You don’t have to tell me,” Vel says.
That, Kleya didn’t expect. Maybe Vel has pried enough of her secrets out and lost her appetite for more, exhausted by them.
(Three times Kleya tells Vel the truth, and one time she doesn't.)
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What Comes After by hansdimmer
Fandoms: Andor (TV), Rogue One: A Star Wars Story (2016), Star Wars - All Media Types
30 Aug 2025
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Kleya decides what it means to keep living.
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“And…the reason we always run away?”
“To make it stop,” he answers, giving her a slight smile. “Rosh ne luts. And in order to do that, we have to be smart about it. We have to stay alive. We have to have a plan. And when I say move…”
Kleya nods, unwittingly leaning against his arm. “I move.”
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But One of Many by Face_of_Poe for Asher_2179
Fandoms: Andor (TV), Star Wars - All Media Types
02 Jul 2025
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“You,” she corrects. “What if I want to leave you?”
“Oh.” His eyes that have been wandering around the town square where they’re sitting – it’s not even a square, she doesn’t know why they call it that – slide around to fix on her as his face settles into a forced evenness as he weighs this new and unforeseen complication. Why would you do that? she imagines him asking or, where would you possibly go? or stop wasting time. “Then you leave, I guess.”
“You won’t stop me?”
“I’d hope you’d be smart about it.”
“You won’t hunt me down and bring me back?”
Back where? she imagines him retorting, and feels foolish for even asking. “What would be the use of that?” he grunts instead.
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22 Apr 2026
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Kleya luthen but also cassian
Also the kyber crystal and coruscant and drugs -
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The first time Kleya sees Scarif, she thinks of a museum.
Not the kind tourists visit—she can’t quite imagine the word tourist belonging to this war—but the kind the Empire builds to display itself back to the galaxy: glass and light, engineered palms, a shoreline too perfect to be trusted. Even the air tastes curated, salt threaded with something clean and manufactured, as if the planet has been scrubbed into obedience.
Bookmarked by pipsquak
07 Apr 2026