It's your imagination, kid

-- Look, hotshot. I'm not flying you for any less than what we agreed on. Chewie, fire it up, that deadline's about to get literal. <-----> //Independent Han Solo RP. Pre-TFA (obvs). Will roleplay with any fandom, especially anything that takes place in space. Open to AU's and crossovers. Para-rp preferred, but definitely not required. Sorry for the butts.//

[obiwaaaan]

young Harrison Ford was a babe.

[dylans-obrien]

You knew Luke Skywalker? Yeah, I knew him. I knew Luke.

[gayscifi]

After Solo tells Skywalker, “You look strong enough to pull ears off a gundark,” and Luke responds with, “Thank you,” Harrison Ford kissed Hamill rather than say, “That’s two you owe me, junior” - the crew cracked up.

[ladaleda]

“ That’s right, yeah. Got some old debts I gotta pay off with this stuff. Even if I didn’t, you don’t think I’d be fool enough to stick around here, do you? Why don’t you come with us? You’re pretty good in a fight. We could use you.”

[songsofthestars]

“What’s that flashing?”

[wherondaled]

he certainly has courage

[notsaulgoodmans-blog]

[roleplaymasterlist]

Reblog if you're an RPer of the Star Wars fandom

You’ll be added to the MASTERLIST.

Must be an Indie Roleplaying blog.

Multifandom is okay as well, as long as you are centered around the specific fandom.

Likes are allowed.

AUs/OCs may reblog.

[smuggleme]

The air on my ship ain't free, kid

The hanger was freezing. Han grumbled to himself and picked up the volume when he passed by one of the engineers. The tiny man gave him a sideways glare, but Han only adjusted his thin coat with a huff and continued on to the Falcon.

"You guys planning on having her finished before my hair turns grey?" he called ahead to the small team working beneath the Falcon’s belly. "I’ve got a deadline to hit, would you mind picking it up?"

He rubbed his hands together, cupped them and lifted them to his mouth, then blew a long puff of air into them. God, he missed Chewie right now. He could have done these repairs on the fly and they would’ve only had to worry about refueling. He was impatient to get off of this popsicle of a moon and into the stars again. Not to mention, his cargo was going to expire soon, along with his client’s good graces.

[amarlily]

"What kind of cargo is on here…?" The blonde whispered quietly to herself. She had slipped onto the ship before the captain returned in hopes of snagging some stuff before the mechanics had finished fixing the ship. Then she’d get back to her ship and get out of there before the owner was any the wiser.

Or so was her plan.

However, the man’s voice following after nearing foot steps cancelled that plan. Oh shit! Her green eyes quickly scanned the area around her before spotting a nearly hidden hatch on the floor. She quickly pulled it up and ducked in. Her heart was racing, a new plan racing through her mind.

A plan to get off the ship.

[smuggleme]

The mechanics were pulling their tools together and gathering their things. Han made shooing motions with his hand as he neared the Falcon's open ramp. "Thank you," he offered impatiently, "thank you, scram." 

He hurried up the ramp but was only halfway up when someone called loudly from the other end of the hangar, "Mr. Solo! Mr. Solo! Stop that man! Mr. Solo, there is a problem with your credit!"

Han casually slapped the ramp controls on his way up and waited until out of sight to sprint to the cockpit. One of the hatch doors on the floor was slightly loose and rattled loudly as he dashed across it, but it hardly registered in his mind. He had to get the Falcon started and into the air before they realized he'd jammed the hangar doors open.

[fhlostonsparadise]

[smuggleme]

The air on my ship ain't free, kid

The hanger was freezing. Han grumbled to himself and picked up the volume when he passed by one of the engineers. The tiny man gave him a sideways glare, but Han only adjusted his thin coat with a huff and continued on to the Falcon.

"You guys planning on having her finished before my hair turns grey?" he called ahead to the small team working beneath the Falcon's belly. "I've got a deadline to hit, would you mind picking it up?"

He rubbed his hands together, cupped them and lifted them to his mouth, then blew a long puff of air into them. God, he missed Chewie right now. He could have done these repairs on the fly and they would've only had to worry about refueling. He was impatient to get off of this popsicle of a moon and into the stars again. Not to mention, his cargo was going to expire soon, along with his client's good graces.

[smuggleme]

Do Wookies Dream of Robotic Humans? An Inception/Star Wars Crossover

[foolishforgery-blog]

smuggleme:

Earth was strange.

Han had seen a lot of strange in his day, but never anywhere had he seen entertainment like this. Reality shows, the bartender had called them. The monitor screen in the corner was showing playback from one called The Biggest Loser, and Han was morbidly fascinated. He downed the rest of his….

"What’d you call this again?"

"Scotch," the barkeep replied with a nod. "That’ll keep you plenty company if your friend doesn’t show."

"He’s not a friend, exactly," Han said, looking down into the bottom of his glass. "Actually, I’ve never met the guy."

"Well, he’s late. We close in 10 minutes. Your tab’s on me if he actually shows up."

Han grinned ear to ear.

—

Eames often connected with his various contacts digitally before actually setting up a meeting. And more often then not, that meeting took place in a bar. He chose this particular bar because his contact, this Mr. Solo (definitely an alias, he thinks), seemed like the sort who’d appreciate a bar with personality.

The forger didn’t mean to be late. He’d been held up by an unexpected text from a friend. The reply needed his careful attention.

Still, the place was open when he walked through the door. He scanned the thin crowd for the man. There were a couple of possibilities. “Best to start at the bar,” he mutters as he adjusts his coat.

"Scotch, Jerry," he addresses the bartender by name. "That is what you’re having, right mate?" he directs his question to the only other individual at the bar. The man sitting a couple of stools down.

[smuggleme]

Han looked up and over, setting his empty glass on the bar top. "Apparently," he replied to the stranger, spinning the glass absently with his thumb and fingers. He took in the man's appearance with a quick eye; the fine clothes, the styled hair, the pulsating air of confidence he projected. A couple quick internal deductions led Han to spin his stool around to face the man, hand on his leg.

"Nice joint you picked," he said, then altered his voice to sound a bit more posh - or at least what he thought posh sounded like. "I'm not accustomed to taking my alcohol in such clean glasses."

[inboxideas]

DON'T READ BELOW THE CUT! Just send a number between 1-25 and let's see what happens!

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[roleplayerscoffeeshop]

I honestly don’t mind if I give out a paragraph and the other is unable to. They still took the time out of their day to reply to me, which is all that really matters. You never know, it could have taken them a while to get to what they wanted to say. I only make it longer because it gives them something to reply to, and if they are able to then that’s all that matters. I hope that makes sense!

[smuggleme]

//Hey new followers! I really want to roleplay with all of you right now so please, if you have time and are interested, you are more than welcome to throw me a starter. Or I'd be happy to start, just let me know, but you might get a short essay. I'm starving for interaction here and you all/your blogs look beautiful.

[gameraboy]

Some behind the scenes photos from the Star Wars movies, released by Lucasfilm in 2012.

[smuggleme]

Do Wookies Dream of Robotic Humans? An Inception/Star Wars Crossover

//I spent too much time trying to figure out how to go about this and I ended up writing you like, three different starters. And I still couldn't decide which one to go with, so you get all three of them at once. Extra points if you figure out which one was written after I decided I needed to go to bed. Mazel tov <3//

Starter #1:

It was, by a wide margin, the cleanest bar Han had ever seen. Earth hadn't been part of the Galactic Alliance for very long, but already he could see the alien influences in dress, in conduct, in cuisine; but fortunately the local equivalent of a cantina that he currently found himself in was ten times classier than any other joint he'd been to. The atmosphere was polished, polite, and deadly.

Han surreptitiously straightened his vest and sought out the small table he had been instructed to find. It was located on an upper tier that looked down over the main bar, situated in the center of a handful of other tiny circular tables, so it was out of the way but hardly hidden. It was marked by a neatly folded red napkin in the center, which Han pinched between his fingers and snapped aside, looking around with half his mouth pursed.

Despite it's eccentricities, Earth wasn't that hard to get used to. What had Han on edge was the job. He had been asked to transport a team and a client, but he hadn't yet been told where or what the team was for. He needed the money - he always needed the money - but even his vice for wealth could be staunched by an overwhelming sense of unease. The last time he'd felt this bad about a job or the money involved, he not only angered an already angry Wookie, but he willingly threw himself into the middle of a gun fight right above the Death Star. Arguably one of his worst and best moments.

Han realized the napkin was crushed in his hand and he laid it flat upon the table, making a futile effort to straighten out the wrinkles while wishing he had a drink in his hand instead. He looked down at the bar below, pining.

Starter #2:

Han took a deep breath and knocked on the door. He didn't know why he was there. All he knew

was that he needed to forget.*dramatic inner montage of leia kissing luke*

Starter #3:

Earth was strange.

Han had seen a lot of strange in his day, but never anywhere had he seen entertainment like this. Reality shows, the bartender had called them. The monitor screen in the corner was showing playback from one called The Biggest Loser, and Han was morbidly fascinated. He downed the rest of his....

"What'd you call this again?"

"Scotch," the barkeep replied with a nod. "That'll keep you plenty company if your friend doesn't show."

"He's not a friend, exactly," Han said, looking down into the bottom of his glass. "Actually, I've never met the guy."

"Well, he's late. We close in 10 minutes. Your tab's on me if he actually shows up."

Han grinned ear to ear.