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ash'ad kyr'amur….
↳ Indie Star Wars Mandalorian OC ↳ Mun & Muse 21+ ↳ Creative Liberties Taken With a Book Canon ↳ Para, Semi - Para, Banter and Crack all welcome. ↳ Multi ship, multi verse
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Ib'tuur jatne tuur
ash'ad kyr'amur….
↳ Indie Star Wars Mandalorian OC ↳ Mun & Muse 21+ ↳ Creative Liberties Taken With a Book Canon ↳ Para, Semi - Para, Banter and Crack all welcome. ↳ Multi ship, multi verse
“I know a thing or two about pain and darkness.”
“Yeah? Don’t we all, sweetheart.” Bas actually didn’t doubt her, but nor did he think it made her special. There was seldom a person you crossed paths with these days that wasn’t hurting in some way.
[[ Sorry for the lack of activity today. Wanted a Star Wars character. Not that I won’t do cross overs with this one, but inspiration struck. I will get to all replied I owe tomorrow! Promise. ]]
Ib'tuur jatne tuur
ash'ad kyr'amur….
↳ Indie Star Wars Mandalorian OC ↳ Mun & Muse 21+ ↳ Creative Liberties Taken With a Book Canon ↳ Para, Semi - Para, Banter and Crack all welcome. ↳ Multi ship, multi verse
We are all mistaken sometimes; sometimes we do wrong things, things that have bad consequences. But it does not mean we are evil, or that we cannot be trusted ever afterward.
Alison Croggon (via spacepiratemaz)
twenty one pilots starters
tacetsensus:
deathcomesquiet:
lyric starters from all of twenty one pilots’ albums in chronological order
{twenty one pilots}
“I know you’re not a liar.”
“Go ahead and make me look away.”
“But I don’t want your way, I want mine.”
“I’m lying, I’m so very far from fine.”
“Now it’s your turn to be alone.”
“Your bones are held together by your nightmares and your frights.”
“But you specialize in dying.”
“I’ve been traveling in the desert of my mind.”
“Friend, please don’t take your life away from me.”
“I just won’t let go ‘til we both see the light.”
“We’re dying with every step we take.”
“And heaven forbid they see you cry.”
“Please take my hand, we’re in foreign land.”
“It’s colder inside your head than the winter of the dead.”
“I don’t fall slow like I used to.”
“I’m not sure I want to give you tools that can destroy my heart.”
“Nothing kills a man faster than his own head.”
“Take me out and finish this waste of a life.”
“I want everyone to know that I am half a soul divided.”
“Look in the mirror and ask your soul if you’re alright.”
“We can take apart our very heart and the light will set us free.”
“Please don’t be afraid of what your soul is really thinking.”
{regional at best/vessel}
“Let’s take this a second at a time.”
“I’m trying to sleep but I can’t.”
“I must’ve forgot—you can’t trust me.”
“You are surrounding all my surroundings.”
“Why’s it got to be like this, is this living free?”
“I’ll stay awake, ‘cause the dark’s not taking prisoners tonight.”
“Sometimes quiet is violent.”
“There’s no hiding for me.”
“I don’t wanna be heard, I wanna be listened to.”
“I scream, you scream, we all scream ‘cause we’re terrified.”
“This is not what you’re supposed to see.”
“I’m holding on to what I know.”
“Are you searching for purpose?”
“Haven’t you taken enough from me?”
“Won’t you torture someone else’s sleep?”
“It’s hard to tell the difference between blood and water these days.”
“So try to love me and I’ll try to save you.”
“Well I’m sorry Mr. Gullible, but lying’s all I’ve learned.”
“It takes a clever guy to do what I do.”
“Let me know when you’ve had enough.”
“I am not as fine as I seem—pardon.”
“Sometimes to stay alive you’ve got to kill your mind.”
“Let’s say we up and left this town.”
“I kind of like it when I make you cry.”
“My shadow grows taller along with my fears.”
“Tonight, I need you to stay.”
“You say I’m not alone but I am petrified.”
“You would do almost anything just to feel free…”
“The sun will rise and we will try again.”
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“You’ve got one time to figure it out.”
“'I’d die for you'—that’s easy to say.”
“I’ve been thinking too much.”
“The world around us is burning but we’re so cold.”
“My heart is my armor.”
“Don’t trust a perfect person.”
“I know a thing or two about pain and darkness.”
“I don’t know if this is a surrender or a revel.”
“Fear might be the death of me.”
“You are all that I’ve got.”
“We’re deciding where to die and where to fight.”
“I need to know that when I fail you’ll still be here.”
“I just want to know what’s on your mind.”
“Because of you I might think twice.”
“You don’t know what I’ve done.”
“You don’t know my heart the way you know my face.”
“Where we’re from, we’re no one.”
“Be the one to take me home and show me the sun.”
“I’m out of my mind, I’m not seeing things right.”
“You’ve wasted all this time trying to get me.”
“The ghost of you is close to me.”
[ Last call for starters. I will do all them in the morning. Like if you want one. ]
On a more serious note...how the heck does one delete your previous post from a reblog?
lessthanhonorable:
“Don’t get cocky and ruin it, Snippet.” Bastien snorted, but was amused despite his words. He reached out and ruffled her hair, because he knew how much the ladies loved it when he did that. A smirk lingered around his lips as he loosely picked up his own drink, finishing it off.
Glanced to his side, where the girl sat precariously on a barstool…What was her name again? Shannon? Shhh-something. Ah, fuck, not like it mattered. He wouldn’t be spending much more time with this ragtag band of mercs anyway. Bastien felt the familiar restlessness starting to grow here lately. “How’d you end up with this sorry bunch of SOBs, anyway?” He found himself asking, instantly blaming the personal nature of the question on the drink.
❛ snippet, really? ❜ she couldn’t stop herself from laughing before shooting a momentary glare as his hand met her soft, teal locks. she fixed it just as quickly as he messed it up, downing her own drink while she did it. the question caught her off guard, and she thought about it for a few moments. what had brought her to this weird group of mercs? for that matter what’s possessed her to start drinking with bastien? ❛ it was either this or join the military, ❜ shiloh blurts out with a shrug of her shoulders, ❛ i went to jon grissom academy, i’m an adept. but uh… after all that was done and over with i just didn’t feel like enlisting, i just wanted to see shit. these guys took me in and i’ve been saving their rear ends ever since. what about you? ❜
“Yeah. Snippet. Because I can’t remember what to actually call you.” He stated, candidly, as he motioned for another round. Though the girl was clearly in her cups a bit, she wanted to run with the big dogs and he figured she better keep up with them, too. ‘sides, this was how stamina was built; through puking your guts up after having a few too many.
Bas listened to her story while gladly accepting his drink from the bartender. “Military life is for assholes anyway.” He said with a bitter edge to his voice. He scooted her drink closer to her and raised his in a little toast. “Here’s to being in full ownership of our bollocks and not gift wrapping them for those Alliance twats.” He then paused, looking her over from top to bottom. “....or whatever the fuck you have.” Bas downed his drink with a swallow.
“Why’d I sign up with this crew? Easy. Credit, booze and tits.” Bastien stated, basely. He had a gleam in his eye, as if he was trying to rile her up with his crude talk.
lessthanhonorable:
;; @elektrify
Bastien was shouldering his way through a crowded terminal near the elevator, moving against the crowd. Must be quitting time. He had his duffle bag hitched up on his shoulder, not really caring that it kept bumping people in the head. He then made a move to impatiently pass by a woman, bumping into her as he did so. It was then that he felt an unpleasant electrical jolt, a lot like when static electricity shocked you, but a little stronger. Affronted, he looked down at the woman.
“Did you just zap me?!” Bastien’s voice was rough with impatience.
Erin was just trying to get through this place in one piece, honestly. But her own body liked to betray her need to ‘stay low’. So when this man decidedly bumped into her to get past, she had little control as her emotions took hold.
“Does it look like I zapped you?”
She held her hands up, metal one glinting against the light. If he insisted she could probably pass it off as her hand short circuiting or something.
“If I could have, you would’ve deserved it for being rude.”
“Rude? Sweetheart, this is the bloody Citadel. You haven’t even seen rude yet, I’d wager.” Bastien scoffed and, notably, did not apologize. He eyed her hand as if it was a weapon. Mainly because he figured it to be the culprit behind that strange jolt he experienced.
“Better watch that tin. You go around shooting sparks at all and sundry, people might start taking exception to it.” He clearly disregarded her earlier proclamation of innocence as a lie. He had come to find that if you operated under the assumption that everyone was lying when they opened their mouth, you tended to live longer.
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send me ✗ for my muse to fall on yours and land on top of them
Bastien dived for the crater, trying to avoid the battle that raged around him. He would have landed on his feet, too, had another explosive round not landed close by. The surge of the blast sent him careening into the makeshift foxhole, landing solidly and none to gently on a body. The air knocked out of him, he looked to make sure he wasn’t cuddling up to a corpse. That was the shit of nightmares.
“You…” He croaked out, voice hoarse as he gasped for air. The ringing in his ears prevented him from hearing anything she was saying, but seeing as he was ungracefully crushing her, he could guess she wasn’t his biggest fan right now. Rolling off her, he laid back in the charred dirt as he got his bearings again.
□ [ because shiloh falling is hilarious ]
send me □ for your muse to fall on mine and land on top of them
“Ooof!” Bastien grunted, startled awake when suddenly a weight seem to drop on him. Not much weight, mind you, but it was an unexpected sensation. He had actually managed to find himself in a deep sleep with no haunting night terrors, which was a rare thing. Rubbing one of his eyes in a groggy fashion, he focused on the slip of a girl that was sprawled across him.
“Don’t you ever sleep?” He grumbled, never mind that he was perched in the common area with the lights dimmed and had likely tripped her. Never mind that he should be sleeping in his quarters, since that was what they were designed for. No, this was clearly the girls fault. Fuck…he still couldn’t recall her name.
accidental affection
send me ✗ for my muse to fall on yours and land on top of them
send me □ for your muse to fall on mine and land on top of them
send me ♕ for your muse to get dared to kiss me
send me ♢ for my muse to get dared to kiss yours
send me ♫ for your muse to catch mine singing in the shower
send me ♩ for my muse to catch yours singing in the shower
send me ♡ for your muse to drunkenly confess feelings to mine
send me ☽ for my muse to drunkenly confess feelings to yours
send me △ for my muse to get trapped in a small closet with yours
send me ❅ for my muse to cuddle up next to yours while asleep on the couch
send me ❥ for your muse to cuddle up next to mine while asleep on the couch
note;;
I like taboo ships, unusual ships, one-sided ships...The ships that don’t always fit society’s norms and they don’t always have happy endings. And sometimes, I even find ships when I never thought I would ship it.
;; @elektrify
Bastien was shouldering his way through a crowded terminal near the elevator, moving against the crowd. Must be quitting time. He had his duffle bag hitched up on his shoulder, not really caring that it kept bumping people in the head. He then made a move to impatiently pass by a woman, bumping into her as he did so. It was then that he felt an unpleasant electrical jolt, a lot like when static electricity shocked you, but a little stronger. Affronted, he looked down at the woman.
“Did you just zap me?!” Bastien’s voice was rough with impatience.
;; @unscrupulousmuggler
Bastien sat waiting on an appointment with a possible employer. It was no accident they wound up in a bar that had a less that reputable reputation and, more importantly, no security cameras. He had a feeling that both him and this captain didn’t mind avoiding prying eyes. Whether he found new employment or not with this meeting, he was relieved to be moving on from the last ship he had served on. Been there too long.
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four feet, ten inches and completely unable to handle copious amounts of liquor but she’d be damned if she wasn’t going to try to hang with the big boys. at his words, she rose a brow before breaking out in a fit of juvenile-esque giggles, ❛ tolerable? i’m a fucking delight. ❜
“Don’t get cocky and ruin it, Snippet.” Bastien snorted, but was amused despite his words. He reached out and ruffled her hair, because he knew how much the ladies loved it when he did that. A smirk lingered around his lips as he loosely picked up his own drink, finishing it off.
Glanced to his side, where the girl sat precariously on a barstool...What was her name again? Shannon? Shhh-something. Ah, fuck, not like it mattered. He wouldn’t be spending much more time with this ragtag band of mercs anyway. Bastien felt the familiar restlessness starting to grow here lately. “How’d you end up with this sorry bunch of SOBs, anyway?” He found himself asking, instantly blaming the personal nature of the question on the drink.