#cmdrcrouton

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                ❝What happened to your hand anyways? Okay,                   just clutch the rag tightly to stop the bleeding.                   I’m going to find some bandages.❞

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;;cmdrcrouton:

“…running? Hiding? I mean – you guys’s plans all sound like suicide. No offense. If I’m gonna die doing something stupid, I’d rather it at least be my stupid idea.”

               ❝Only because running and hiding prolongs the inevitable. Which is hopefully us not dying and instead them being taken care of.❞

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"I hate plans. Yours, theirs, everyone's." (cmdrcrouton)

The Dark Knight Sentence Meme // @cmdrcrouton

               ❝Tell me something then, John - is there a plan that you                      do like? Like maybe one you can come up with?❞

[snippylittletano]

@cmdrcrouton liked for a starter

With a sharp jolt she awoke, cold sweat in her palms as she gasped for air, she had been too deep in a violent dream. Imagination running wild, the sounds of war, the sounds of death and Jedi fighting for survival. She had only ever felt the purge, not seen it, no she had not long left the order but she knew enough to know what kind of hell it must have been. To see the army of clones turn against you, to be murdered by the men you trusted, to suffer at your friends hands?

There were downsides to living ships, okay so maybe she felt connected to Moya in some way...and there were times she wished she could just turn it off but it was impossible when she was such a strong presence in the Force.  She tried not to connect most of the time, there was a subtle awareness of each other...but truthfully Ahsoka didn’t know if she had that with everyone she carried on board. It was hard to tell when you were in a world where no one really understood the Force anyway.

All Ahsoka could do was hope that she hadn’t felt any of that, she could still feel the emotion bouncing off the walls of her room. With a deep breath she was up, only half awake, out into the ship looking for someone who was awake, sleep wasn’t going to happen again, not with the adrenaline in her system.

“Well, I’m glad someone else is still up...”

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Closed (continuing from an ask)

@cmdrcrouton Scathach held out a roll of bandages with her good arm. "I cannae seem to wrap it." She admitted, annoyed at her own failing. She had a medium sized cut in her arm, but she couldn't get it to stop bleeding and didn't want it to get infected. "I'm Scathach, by the way." She smiled.

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@cmdrcrouton​ from here

                ❝You know, I always try to look on the ‘bright side’ of things and think of a worse time than the one I’m currently stuck in, but this..I...nothing is springing to mind.❞ Anna cracked a simple laugh, her lips twitching into an amused smile. She refrained from letting out a sigh, for doing anything that annoyed Crichton considering their close quarters. ❝This really sucks. I never say that either.❞

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close to you (cmdrcrouton, because why the frell not)

Our Muses get Stuck in a narrow Small Space together, by some strange situation, Their bodies pressed firmly together, chest to chest, their noses softly rubbing together, both able to feel eachother’s hot breath on Their lips. Send “Close to You” for what My Muse would say and do to Your Muse in this Situation. // @cmdrcrouton

                 It’s hard to ignore someone’s close presence when they are literally pressed up against you and you can’t even turn your head without brushing your nose against the own. Anna isn’t sure if there is anything more that either one of them could say or do to make this more awkward than it is now.❝How…❞ She starts to say before realizing she’s talking and breathing against her mouth. She turns her head as much as she can before saying,❝How much longer do we have to stay in here? It’s stuffy…❞

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@cmdrcrouton​ from here

                Anna was quiet for the longest moment before she pointed at him with one slender finger and said, ❝Your tie is crooked.❞ Of course she would leave it up to adjust it as she was currently trying to find a way to feel more comfortable in her own silk attire. ❝I have no idea what that means-❞ Prom? Earth thing. It had to be. ❝-but I’ll take it that means something good. Thank you, Crichton.❞ Anna grinned brightly at him and took his offered arm. ❝You’re preaching to the choir.❞