*FIXED / DREAMS

Indie. Selective. Private Star Wars OC AS ADORED BY MYLES

[mechdreamt]

                               hey.   you.   yeah   you.    you   should   like   this   &&   I’ll   give   you   a   cheeky   starter  !!   wanna   get   this   blog   rolling   again   !!

[mechdreamt]

                  wait   a   minute...   it’s   not   sunday...

[mechdreamt]

                               hey.   you.   yeah   you.    you   should   like   this   &&   I’ll   give   you   a   cheeky   starter  !!   wanna   get   this   blog   rolling   again   !!

[mechdreamt]

                   I’ve   clearly  been   away   from   the   r* p/c   for   far   too   long.    everyone   has   answered   banners   now   ??    did   I    miss    a   trend   memo   or    did    dumblr   break   asks   ??    asljhflfajsgf

[mechdreamt]

** DANGER;       MOUTH OPERATES FASTER THAN BRAIN.

penned   by   Myles.

[lovemusiclifexx]

[mechdreamt]

                           SOMEONE   TEACH   SKITCH   HOW   TO   FLY   A   JET   RIGHT   NOW.   I   S2G   IT’S   HIS   BIGGEST   DREAM   IN   LIFE.   DO   IT.

[maximoffdanvers]

Every Octavia Blake Scene ⇉ 12/?

[mechdreamt]

medical wake up in the hospital and find them holding their hand.

★  //;    action   meme       ;    accepting

                             THERE’S   A   TUG   IN   HIS   MIND,   brow   twitching   in   his   sleep.    something   felt   WRONG,   but   he   could   not   place   it.   just   the   mere   concept   of   waking   up   felt   unnatural   but   he   urged   his   GROGGY   BODY   to   push   through   exhaustion    ━━    eyes   f l u t t e r i n g   open   with   an   undignified   groan.    the   light   alone   fights   him   to   close   his   eyes   again,   but   he’s   conscious   at   least   now.

Skitch   wills   his   body   to   PUSH   up   off   the   bed   but   soon   comes   to   REGRET   the   decision;   a   surge   of   pain   greeting   his  movement.      ❛      hhhhcckk ━━ ━     kriff      ❜    eyes   BOLT   OPEN   now,   gaze   landing   on   Fox   which   could   only   mean   one   thing;   he   was   in   the   med - centre.   this   caused   a   WAVE   OF   PANIC   to   rush   through   him   now,   starting   to  move   once   again   despite   his   body’s   protest.    

                         it   is   during   this   motion   that   he   clocks   on   to   the   hand   holding   his.   Fox   was   trying   to   COMFORT   him  ??   must’ve   been   a   rough   event   ━━━   one   Skitch   failed   to   recall   during   his   FLURRY   of   panic.      ❛      ━━━━━━     what   happened   ??    ❜

[mechdreamt]

**consider   this   my   FRESH   NEW   STARTER   CALL.    hit   the   heart,   you   know   you   wanna.

[mechdreamt]

singthestarsdown‌:

This wasn’t the first time Guanisi had been to a Resistance base, but it was the first time his ship had actually needed repairs. Somewhere between picking up the refugees that needed transporting and arriving at their destination he’d had to duck into an astroid field to avoid inspection by a First Order cruiser. He was a good pilot, but not the best at calculating the space between hurtling objects.

“She still flies alright, but the shields are shot, and I think she lost a few outer panels.” Guanisi didn’t hesitate to shake the mechanic’s hand, apparently unconcerned about getting grease on the two rings that decorated his right hand. He had seen enough Resistance fighters at this point to know that grime of some kind was to be expected at all times. He had worn an outfit that wasn’t sponsored by an expensive brand, but the difference was barely noticeable.

Behind him, three people in Resistance uniforms stepped out of the ship and ran to greet the pilots they knew. They’d been rescued from imprisonment on a planet that Guanisi ‘coincidentally’ happened to have a concert on. He waved gooodbye to them with a smile before returning his attention the mechanic. “We, uh… had a rough trip over here. First Order inspection points are multiplying at lightspeed.”

SKITCH   LET   HIS   GAZE   FOLLOW   THE   PILOTS   OWN;   recognising   the   resistance   pilots   as   they   headed   out.   he   was   no   stranger   to   the   chatter   on   base—-   it   was   KNOWN   BY   ALL   when   pilots   went   missing.   A   FONDER   SMILE   crept   on   his   face   now   as   he  flicked   his   attention   back.   ❛    thanks ...   uh—-   for   bringing   them   home.   kinda   NEED   those   guys.   ❜   Skitch   laughed   softly   before   clearing   his   throat.   back   to   work.  

❛    so,   I’ll   let   OhhFive   GET   STARTED   on   the   exterior   panels.  ❜    he   ensures   he   speaks   clearly   enough   for   his   droid   to   hear,   earning   a   few   chitters   &&   robotic   squeaks.   ❛  —   ahh—  ❜  Skitch   winced,   unsure   if   this   ally   UNDERSTOOD   BINARY—   what   was   to   be   heard   from   the   pit   droid   was   only   to   be   considered   FOUL.   ❛   —   he’d   be   happy   to   help.    ❜  Skitch   loosely   translated  with   a   false   smile.   ❛   —   &&  I   can   head   inside   to   check   out   your   shields   system,   THAT   COOL ??  ❜

[mechdreamt]

                             ** getting   the   overwhelming   urge   to   go   back   on   my   poe   blog.   gotta   love   impulsive   brain.

[mechdreamt]

                                  **   gives   you   all   a   tiny,   sad   Skitch   bc   I’m   very   yucky   rn.

[mechdreamt]

**idk what this april fools is, but I already hate it.

[memetaped]

nonverbal starters prompts featuring nonverbal scenarios.

guide take them by the hand, arm, or shoulder to guide them.

shelter protect them.

shove push them.

loop drape an arm around their shoulders.

touch a gentle touch like rubbing their back, hugging them, holding their hand. 

kiss a kiss on the cheek, knuckles, forehead, in their hair.

palm smack them upside the head.

bed rest gently push them back down when they try getting out of bed.

aid help them with a task.

note pass a note to them.

cry wipe away their tears.

wash wipe something off their forehead, cheek, so on.

bandage patch them up when they get hurt.

heal take care of them when they get sick.

book silently read a story with them. 

carry pick them up. 

scrap punch them.

cherry find blood on them.

sit help them sit down.  

medical wake up in the hospital and find them holding their hand.

steer place a hand under their chin to make them look up. 

beat dance with them.

stare stare them down. 

off track get lost with them.

no shaking their head in disagreement. 

yes nodding their head in agreement.

rush tackle them to the ground.

open hold the door open for them.

[mechdreamt]

                          **my   life   rn   is   telling   my   grandad   to   stop   yelling   at   a   robot.   how’s   your   sundays,   dash   ??

[mechdreamt]

★  //;   spaceraised‌.

@mechdreamt​  /  mini sc.

                                    she’s hanging upside down from some pipe, two messy braids dangling off as she swings back and forth gently. soft giggles fall from her lips and hands come up  (  or down  ?  )  to cover her mouth briefly in attempt to hide her amusement but make room so she can speak up then.  ❛  you look funny walking on the ceiling.  ❜

                           HE   WAS   MAKING   HIS   ROUNDS   through   the   lower   tiers   of   the   ship.   a   roll   of   plasma   infused   tape   in   hand,   he   was   ready   to   deal   with   bursts.   something   MUCH   MORE   CURIOUS   was   what   he   came   across.   Skitch   pauses,   crouching   slightly   &&   wiggling    his   arms   like   noodles.     ❛     Ooo - boolooh -  loo   !!    ❜    he   cries   for   effect,   starting   a   weird   crouch - walk   towards   the   girl.