ship jacker.

jessa vrei. star wars oc. sideblog to lieutenantbae.

[573p5]

[we-are-rogue]

steampunk city by Krzysztof Piasek

[seychelle-gabriel]

Seychelle Gabriel, photographed by Emily Sandifer (x)

[seychelle-gabriel]

[frodo-sam]

[littlleone]

“are you ready to stop acting like a brat now?”

 first of all, this is no act

[welovewaves]

[8yrs-deactivated20130129]

my head is hurting because i thought about my future for 0.3 seconds

[melisica]

source

[pestilentielle]

[melisica]

Kevin-Xu

[jackdonaghy]

[juliettesferrar]

[cannibalisticwhistler-blog]

keshianbabe:

oh. this… feels like it’s going rapidly downhill. maybe she can find another mark. live to fight another day, etc etc. “didn’t you? wow, that’s SO weird!! I mean, I didn’t get the order from you. it was some other guy. with scars. rondu? rindan? huh…”

she makes a show of scratching her chin, stealing a surreptitious sidelong glance at the crew. they really don’t look like they’re buying it. and they’re actually pretty intimidating — not that she’s afraid of them. but…

( she runs. )

Glances are exchanged among the crew as she stalls. The attempt is so deliberate that they aren’t fooled for a second– not the INTELLIGENT ones, anyway– but it isn’t until she breaks into a run that they’re given any real cause for alarm. 

They burst into action as soon as she breaks free of their ranks– pulling out guns and grapples and bombs, taking aim and letting off a few ill-timed shots. It’s Yondu who finally draws a trip wire from his belt and flings it at her feet. If he wanted to, he could send his arrow after her and end the whole affair with a corpse– but this one’s got spirit. For the time being, he wants her ALIVE.

[keshianbabe]

holy shit, man. holy shit !! that’s live ammo, right there. it’s almost like they’re TRYING to kill her ( a misguided girl, heart of gold and all that ) just for trying to steal a ship. she didn’t even DO it. it’s a damn good thing she’s good at dodging, but also maybe they’re just shitty shots.

probably not the latter. for one thing, an errant shot skims by her arm. she yelps, but not really out of pain --- though that didn’t help either. it’s more the impact as she slams to the ground, breath gone in a whoosh! leaves her lungs burning.

hands go up. which is awkward from belly up on the ground, but she really doesn't feel like dying today. "okay." she gasps, rolls over, which makes the ominous sight of space pirates above her. "don't shoot me, alright?" a look at her arm. "....I mean, don't shoot again."

[anjelia3]

“Lourdes. You look amazing.”

[keshianbabe]

@rapierthree

it’s there, like a tickle in her periphery. that extra sense she can never explain. most of the time, it’s really useful; it’s a warning that keeps her from getting caught, an alarm when someone’s lying, about to pull a blaster on her. maybe it sounds dramatic to say she might be dead without it, but to be fair, she really might. honestly.

anyway, it’s there. across a crowded spaceport, her eyes get drawn to the dimly lit side where a few lights have gutted out, or are dying. it shouldn’t be enough to really see him, but she’d know that sure smile anywhere. she sees it in her sleep – only then, its twists on itself in a grimace, drawn so deeply in DISAPPOINTMENT.

suddenly she can’t breathe.

jessa’s dimly aware of iolo talking. she can’t hear it over the roar in her ears, can’t see him over the way tears skew the scene in front of her eyes. he’s here. he’s here, but not to find her.

tem had no desire to see her at all.

[rapierthree-blog]

@keshianbabe is iolo’s actual daughter that he totally raised that’s not a lie and he loves her v. much