#gentlebots

[ceciliarost]

i don’t even have a penis

[oletherian-blog]

❛ doctor aphra. ❜   the dark lord of the sith made his presence known, heavy steps taken as he crosses the room, with his arms crossed over his chest. time was growing shorter and he was becoming more and more curious about the pilot that was able to destroy the death star. the pilot that he had this strange connection with, one that not even the dark lord himself could understand. but he couldn’t find the information on his own, not with the emperor breathing over his shoulder. so perhaps... she could be of some use. 

standing in-front of her, not saying a word for quite a while after speaking her name. staring at her from behind the mask. his breathing filling the room, bouncing off the walls and echoing back at him.   ❛ i need you to go to naboo. and retrieve information for me. it is vital that you complete this and are not caught. ❜   not by anyone and certainty not the emperor.

❛ do you think you can do that for me? without messing it up? ❜   there was a slight snarl to his words, only showing the seriousness of what he was saying. this wasn’t the time for games and he wasn’t about to stand there and allow everything he is currently working towards to crash and burn.

––– @gentlebots.

[chaied]

( @gentlebots )

               SHE PADS DOWN THE HALL  in slippers with a mug filled to the brim with steaming tea clutched tightly in hand. There is little to do at this early hour -- she is still on home time, not here time, so unfortunately, that means she woke up before the crack of dawn & has been wandering aimlessly ever since. She is doing her best not to be grumpy about it, & considers herself to be meagerly successful, especially now that she’s made a few laps around the more mundane sections of the facility & has downed a few cups of tea. She’s on her third. Perhaps she would be better served by coffee, but something about the tea reminds her of home, of her grandmother, & the thought of making it when it was still dark outside had comforted her.

     The air is different here in Gibraltar. Any speck of home before she goes even farther away is desperately needed. 

     She had noticed a few people running to early morning training sessions, & a few more getting their days started, but it isn’t until she runs into Gabriel that she manages to croak out a sleepy   ‘Good morning ...’

[herapocalyps-a]

 * @gentlebots         ;          (  SALIM NOT SALIM  ) 

                               ROTTING   LIMBS   rest   against   the   yellow   taxi   as   she   inhales   arsenic  &  tar  &  a  whole   mixture  of   things   that   used   to   make   her   throat   burn   ,   offering   relief  all   the   while  .   Now   they   just   make   her   brittle   bones   ache   with   longing   for   a   time   when   she   could   F E E L  .  

                                        Finally   a   lone   figure   steps   from   the   threshold   of   a  DUNKIN  DONUTS  and   she   sighs   with   relief   at   the  f a m i l i a r i t y   of   him   .   The   same   sweater   ,   the   same  sad   eyes   .   She’d   missed   him    . 

                                     He   catches   her   eye   and   she   offers   a   lopsided   smile   ,    tossing    her   cigarette   into   the   street   below   before   speaking   -   her   words   blunt  &  to   the   point   .  

        ❛    Sweeny   is   dead    ❜      (   a   heartbeat   later   )   ❛      wanna   go   for   a  ride ?    ❜   

[starkillergeneral-a]

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yeah but tryst valentine

good point, good point

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campaign duh

but i wanna rp thrawwwwwn

[miserysfirst-blog]

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