#artisticallydcne

[eleutherial]

me: trying to order my coffee in piece

drive thru lady: you wanted...how many sugars?

me, sheepishly: ten?

the squad: bursts out laughing in my ear

[spectredeux]

JUST A CARCASS OF A MAN / ALL ALONE INSIDE HIS SKIN. ( @artisticallydcne​ )

❛ admiral, ❜ she starts, entering the cell quietly, the door sealing behind her as soon as she clears the threshold. the datapad in her hands feels heavier than it did only moments before, and she can’t quite seem to find herself capable of holding his gaze; instead, she glances around the cell, taking in the enclosed space, the bare bones of it all. ❛ i was hoping . . . ❜ hera trails off, her sea green eyes finally landing on his carmine ones. she should be happy. she should feel relieved that they managed to capture him, that they’ve taken this piece off the board, but  ––––  she can’t help but feel like they’re in more danger now, with thrawn held prisoner, than they were when he was helming the opposition against them. ❛ that you might confirm some intelligence for me. i imagine it gets quite . . . boring, in here. ❜

[saithheart]

HISTORY IS WRITTEN BY THE VICTORS   //   ( @artisticallydcne )

[oletherian-a]

   ❛ have you been able to track down these  REBELS,  admiral thrawn. ❜   the voice,  spoken from a large machine that had stepped into the room, not unnoticed, the imperial agents within the room had taken a glance at the sith lord that had made himself known among them. his breathing, heavy and mechanical, echoed within the small room. through the grate, even as he spoke. his hands moved behind his back, clipping together as heavy steps were taken to join thrawn’s side. the helmet, that covered the face of the man beneath, tilted towards him, curious to if he had found the  REBELS  that almost made,  even  DARTH VADER  a fool within their plan.  he could not let them escape; not again.    ❛ the  EMPEROR  does not like failure, admiral. i am sure you don’t need to remind you of that   ---   or the consequences that could occur. ❜

   he turned his head way from him, staring into the emptiness of space. his arms, that were once around his back are pulled around to strongly cross over his chest.  these  REBELS  had become an increasing problem as was the foolish  REBELLION  that was so dedicated to stopping what cannot be stopped.    ❛ the  REBELS... ❜

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[finesoldier]

SHE CANNOT AFFORD a misstep   ━━━   not ever , but especially not now .   Separated from her team   ( separated from the Colonel )   and placed aboard the Chimaera like some kind of HOSTAGE ; it was as though she had a blaster to her head , a knife to her throat .   One wrong move   ━━━   from herself , or especially from Mustang   ━━━   and they would all be as good as DEAD .

Her feet carry her with all of the confidence she can muster , taking her towards Thrawn’s office as if she were actually an officer’s aide , and not a glorified PRISONER , a pawn to be used to destroy her own people .   

The door slides open before she even has a chance to knock , her eyes widening unconsciously with the flash of fear that LANCES , like a bolt of lightening , through her mind .   The Admiral’s casual omniscience was UNNERVING , even to an observer , but directed at her . . .   it was positively frightening .

     ❛   I have the reports you requested , Admiral .   ❜

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[nieithryn]

❝ How do you know what I’m like? ❞ (for Yularen)

             Blue eyes met red as the Director leaned back.  Thrawn was an intimidating presence, his mild-mannered exterior masking the true predator that only showed itself when it had to.  He could respect that, just as he could respect and even outright admire the man’s intellect, and ability to choose when and where he showed those fangs and claws.

             After a moment, he set his tea aside, and eased himself to stand.  For all of the vigor he still possessed, his body was inevitably growing old, and certain movements were becoming more difficult.  He was aware of the envy in his chest for Thrawn’s predatory motions, the ease with which he moved into his private quarters...but it was nothing personal, and his smile was almost fatherly as he folded his hands behind his back.  Their interactions thus far had all been interesting, and he had no desire to turn them into more negatively exciting ones.

         “I do not presume to know what anyone is like, Admiral, though I like to think that occasionally I can sense the gist of a man’s character.  I would not still be alive and in my current position if I could not read something in the surface of a man, however, you have more depth than many.  The overwhelming majority, in fact.”

             One hand rose to twirl his mustache, more a thoughtful gesture than anything else, as he ever-so-slightly tipped his head to the side.  Perhaps it was not the more straight-forward answer he could have given...on the other hand, it was an honest one, and that was worth something, he hoped, in a world where lies were more often than not the method of expression.

         “Care for a cup of tea, Admiral?”

[spectredeuxx]

I study the art of two clits

never speak to me again you blue dicked freak

[astramessiah]

               BARE BROWN TREES separated by gaps of bleached wooden sky. The merciless midday sun carves into them with knives of light, effectively compromising their position in rebel territory. In the far, far distance Vader can make out a sliver of the Imperial base ahead, at least 80 klicks off, by foot. A sound like steam exhaling from deep within an old, unknowable machine releases from the Sith’s vocabulator. The approximation of a sigh. 

     ❝ Shall we? ❞

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