• thoughts


    PHASMA: I am surrounded by people but if the job must be done well, I take it in my own hands.

    PHASMA: Teamwork is filled with so many traps, with so many unknowns. Better to be alone than lose everything. Better to rely on me, to not be disappointed… or dead.

  • goofs


    HUX: Captain, I wonder why Millicent always allows you to catch her when we all search for her. She allows that only to you.

    PHASMA: Likeness. I am like a cat. We both have claws, bite hard, kill because of tiniest offense, and are independent bitchez.

  • goofs


    KYLO: I want to be like Darth Vader. So much.

    PHASMA: *looking at him shrewdly*  You want to have asthma?

  • goofs


    HUX: Captain, how many blaster shots will you need, to kill me?

    PHASMA: None.

    HUX: You can’t be that good.

    PHASMA. I am not. I just don’t intend to kill you.

  • goofs

    Poetry of the Broken

    HUX: W have been through so much, the stars grinning behind our eyes

    Dying on the borders of the universe, living the glory of the future

    We subdued the world, painting it red

    So why the heck I always feel like you want to stab me in the back?

    PHASMA: …?

    HUX: Now your’s turn to sing. Confess.

    PHASMA: *looking into his cup* I knew you drink caf with the alcohol, but it’s caf with high voltage spirit.

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  • goofs


    HUX: I was aknowledged that one of your troops decided to join the rebellion, Captain.

    PHASMA: He is not one of my troops.

    HUX: I most certainly know that he is.

    PHASMA: He is not a trooper. He is a traitor.

  • thoughts


    PHASMA: A real strength lays in people who know how to bend world to themselves. I knew that since I was a child. And used it well.

  • goofs

    Socks and Cats

    … Hux’s socks, Kylo Ren’s cats and Phasma’s appraising gaze. From under the helmet.

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  • goofs


    MITAKA: Hufflepuff!

    HUX: Ravenclaw.

    KYLO: Ssssslytherin…

    PHASMA: House Phasma.

  • poetry


    The flame, the blaze, the screams in the air

    my body warms up in the fire

    I am the armored arm of the orded

    I am the kindling of the conflagration