#privateerings

[advictorem]

      ❝ vace. ❞   long had jack moved beyond professionalism with this particular frequent flyer. there were less syllables, therefore less time wasted, in getting to the point on a first name basis.   ❝ what did you 'allegedly' do now? ❞  

@privateerings // short welcome starter.

[gurlpilot]

privateerings replied to your post: You get some weird gray aliens.

“Why do you have a weird magnet.”

“ Stars, I have no idea. Maybe they’re just lookin’ f’me t’kill them or something. ”

[jundlcndwastesmoved1]

               ❝ Why is that damn hyperdrive not working? ❞  The statement is made echoing her frustration and a series of beeps comes from her droid that is quickly working to fix the problem. Anna turned to look at her friend, flashing a fake grin.  ❝ We’ll be out of here as soon as we fix the hyperdrive, yeah? ❞ // @privateerings ♥

[burstbombbitch]

✏ squace aquarius

i like, lost the meme forever ago bc its 2 months old but w/e i wasn’t accepting anyway dont send me any

[alderaanihope]

@privateerings // starter call

                 “I’VE ALWAYS THOUGHT undercover work would be interesting...” She’s not entirely certain where the sudden need to state that thought comes from, and after a pause she shrugs it off. “Maybe that’s just wishful thinking, though.”

[neversith]

god why are people so rude to you for no reason, im not used to seeing this shit

@privateerings

i don’t know, friend, but, i wish they’d leave me alone, tbh.

[kingoftheravensarchive]

@privateerings liked the thing !

Cantinas. Dirty places filled with all manner of people, big and small, human and not. It was, despite its crowd and musty, sweaty scent, a place that Loki frequented. It wasn’t about the drinks, you see, which were sub par at best. It was about the people, the prospective clients, the various species one could ally with. Cantinas were a hot location and thereby the best place to mingle. 

The Raven King was already a strange enough sight to behold in public places like this, regardless of how he dressed. Frankly, he found his armor, black and shined to perfection, to always be the safest bet in places like these. Never know when a drunken fool will try to slip a dagger between your ribs. Regardless, people paid attention to him. He was a mystery, a chaotic blend of the unknown and the dangerous with a handsome face that was just a little too charming.

He had been settled in the cantina for the better part of an hour with his aid, Keir, a humanoid figure with black eyes, when his eyes spotted the other. It seemed to be an unspoken rule that pirates could find one another in public settings with ease. Leaving Keir behind to guard their booth, Loki was quick, a shadow in the dimly lit tavern as he crossed the distance between himself and the man in question: the one with sharp, pretty features that were terribly hard to ignore. Quick to appear by the stranger’s side, taking up the empty space there almost as if he belonged, Loki gestured with two fingers to the bartender, “Get this one a drink on me.” 

And with his best, most charming grin in tow, he turned his attention to the pretty one beside him and purred, “You’re a sight for sore eyes around here.”