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multi-fandom multi-muse. private & selective. written by sama.

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catch me these days hopping between @shonebright, @deathwent, & @kolerega

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PROWESSED.

“Of course I’ve got a plan. I’m not a rebel half-assing my way through a mission” a side-eye look fell on her fellow pilot and her lips betrayed a smile. She liked Bey, she was a damn good pilot who understood duty. Those were two things she could respect.

“you sure about that?”   it’s neither the time nor the place for banter but it’s not like she’s ever let that stop her before.   “because we’ve got about thirty seconds before someone picks us up on a scanner and i’m not looking to die today.”

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“i don’t know if there’s a way out of this.”   /   @eleutherial (x)

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“how long have you been out here?”   /   @nihtwulf  (x)

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”please tell me you’ve got a plan.”   /  @prowessed (x)

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RCBELBORN.

GENTLEBOTS: BODHI // STARTER

“How much you r—” a long, stressful pause, then he tried again “You ever think about Scarif?” SCARIF, the forbidden word. It wasn’t a subject Cassian brought up often, never as a matter of fact, unless it was as he coldly and impersonally deployed tactics for a mission. Whatever had prompted that moment of weakness, it wouldn’t last long. Something would click back into place within his cross wired mind and the usual mask of the spy would snap back into place like a broken machine returning to its primary function. But for now, whether it was the dim light of the fire, or the fact that for once they were alone, he indulged in the weakness for a little while longer. There was something he needed to find, but he wasn’t sure what “I heard you on the comlink, then—” then he had stopped answering. He remember thinking Bodhi was dead, just like everyone else. That radio silence had been so heavy.

“no.”   but it’s a lie and they both know it.   as much as anyone says they don’t think about it there’s no way around it, nowhere to hide from it.   it’s fingers in the dark safety of night, curling slow around his throat.   it’s that claustrophobic, close-to-death sensation he gets if he’s left alone in cargo bays now (once so familiar as to be mundane, hours and hours in empty hyperspace on his own), if he closes his eyes and lets his mind wander too close to the shudder of a nearby explosion, to the flash of an explosion that’s left his hands scarred and slow as if a reminder.   his head tips towards cassian after a beat of silence that stretches out into the sky above and he chokes out a bitter laugh that’s not entirely appropriate to the question.   “i try not to.”   it comes anyway, flashes and sparks and barely there moments when he’s meant to be focusing (and oh isn’t that the joke, the one thing he can’t—)   “i’m afraid if i think about it i’ll realize this is just a dream and everything will disappear.”

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INTERSTEL.

❛      uh, of course i know what i’m doing     …     how hard can it be ?     ❜

“hard enough that death is high on the list of outcomes.   you’ve got one minute and then we have to go.”

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"i’m sorry.”   she doesn’t know him but the words feel right, more suited to the situation than simpler platitudes.   she’s not really sure what to say beyond that: he’s just a boy—can’t be much older than she is—and the robes he wears do little to disguise that fact.   the ship rumbles around them, shudders underfoot like it might pull itself apart if it ever feels so inclined, and she dips her chin to catch his eye.   “they won’t get away with this.   we won’t let them.”   /   @didntturn

[helmready-blog]

                                              ❝   YOU KIDDING ME, SIR?  ❞

[deathwent-a-blog]

                                         ARISE ᵀᴵᴺᴳ ᵀᴵᴺᴳ LIKE GLITTER AND GOLD.                                                             private theory-based gabriel reyes! (x)

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CARRDAS.

               HE FLEXES HIS HAND,  wiggling his fingers in an undulating pattern to counteract the left hook he’d just delivered. He hears a scuffle of movement upon the gravelly floor from behind him & shoots a warning look back at Lanil —- don’t interfere. He can & will take care of this himself. It’s the personal touch that he’d incorporated into his organization that had set it apart from the slew of others which had cropped up around the galaxy since the Clone Wars. It’s his personal protection of the network he’d worked hard to build which had made it grow so large, so fast …

     He wasn’t about to let an upstart take even a crumb away from him.

     He releases a bark of laughter that isn’t particularly humorous or kind. But maybe it’s a bit impressed. 

     “I don’t need to know you,”  he replies.  “Question is: do you know me?”

“of course i know you, don’t be stupid.”   maybe—just maybe—playing it safe would be advisable for a change: this isn’t some backroom deal any more than car’das is some backroom pleb.   the threat of further injury might sway someone with less tenacity laced through their bones but instead, as if making a point, rahmi draws himself up to his full height and his grin goes soft at the edges, like they’re friends. 

the dim light makes the blood on his thumb look black when he drags it across his lip.   it might bruise up nicely come morning, but a smack in the face has never done much to deter him before.   “i’m just here as a service to you.   a favour—”   the shark turns wolf.   “you’re gonna want to know me.”

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the blood on his lip tastes of anger and heat but he’s not sure it’s entirely warranted here (he’s not being nice, per se, but he could be a hell of a lot worse if he tries).   slowly he picks himself up off the dirty floor—limb by shaking limb—and grins shark-like at the man who’d put him on the ground in the first place.   “all right.”   it’s acquiescence—or something like it.   “so you fight back, okay, that’s good to know.   don’t know how smart it is.   you don’t even know me.”   /   @carrdas

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INTERSTEL.

❛      i suppose that depends entirely on what you’re willing to give for said information.     ❜

“hm.”   a smile curls the corner of his mouth, doesn’t remotely touch his eyes.   “and that depends on what exactly you’ve got that i don’t already know.”   his voice drops, near-conspiratorial; daring:   “impress me, then we talk payment.”

[bollydastaan]

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CAN WE TALK ABOUT THIS

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