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𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 to an independent, selective, mutuals only blog for 𝙳𝚁. 𝙲𝙷𝙴𝙻𝙻𝙸 𝙻𝙾𝙽𝙰 𝙰𝙿𝙷𝚁𝙰 of Star Wars, written by 𝙎𝙃𝙀𝙇𝘽𝙔. Interpretation is drawn from the comics, the audio drama, and my own headcanons. Typical RP etiquette applies; see my rules for more detailed information. I work full time during the week with most of my activity during the weekends, but my IM’s are always open for plotting and chatting! Discord available upon request for mutuals. Important links below 

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Things that are hard to hear // ACCEPTING        ↳ @hopexncarnate​ said: “I feel like you’re taking advantage of me.”

"—𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐀𝐃𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐄?"  The  good  Doctor  feigned  indignation,  splaying  a  hand  across  her  chest.  "I  would  never."  Never  again,  anyway.  After  one  unsuccessful  kidnap  attempt  at  the  behest  of  Lord  Vader,  and  one  successful  kidnap  attempt  in  her  pursuit  of  reactivating  a  piece  of  ancient  tech,  she'd  call  Luke  plain  dumb  if  he  wasn't  suspicious  by  now.  Good.  He  was  learning.  She  almost  felt  proud.

"This  is  beneficial  for  both  of  us,"  she  said,  winding  a  reassuring  arm  around  his  shoulder.  "You  see,  these  old  Jedi  temples  tend  to  have  some  pretty  intricate  locks.  And  not  just  any  locks.  Force  locks.  Things  only  another  Jedi  can  open."

Things that are hard to hear // ACCEPTING      ↳ @desertouched​ said: “Stop letting it get to you.”

"I  propose  we  stop  letting  oxygen  reach  your  brain."

𝐅𝐎𝐑  𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄,  𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐑𝐀  𝐖𝐀𝐒  𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐅  𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐃  to  agree  with  her  psychotic  murder  droid.  'Stop  letting  it  get  to  you'?  Easy  for  him  to  say.  She  didn't  choose  to  live  on  this  disgusting  dirtball.  Even  with  a  pair  of  goggles  pulled  down  over  her  eyes,  sand  managed  to  cake  her  lashes,  not  to  mention  worm  its  way  into  every  available  seam  of  her  clothes.  A  thin  layer  of  grime  coated  her  tongue,  crunching  beneath  her  teeth  where  she  grimaced.  "Easy,  Trip."

"But  can  you  blame  us?  This  place  ain't  exactly  hospitable.  Current  company  excluded,  of  course."  The  Marshall  seemed  charming  enough,  perfectly  suited  to  his  Podunk  little  outpost.  Spotting  Mos  Pelgo  on  the  horizon  hadn't  exactly  impressed  the  Doctor,  and  nothing  within  the  stretch  of  its  single  street  inspired  a  change  of  opinion.  You  could  shoot  from  one  end  of  the  settlement  to  the  other,  so  small  was  the  town.  How  could  anyone  live  that  way?

 Capping  her  irritation,  she  pressed  on.  "Look,  we're  just  trying  to  find  a  certain...associate.  This  is  the  only  town  for  miles.  They'd  have  to  come  through  here.  If  they're  still  alive,  anyway."  Triple  Zero  perked  up,  glinting  beneath  the  twin  suns.  "Oh,  I  do  hope  that's  the  case.  What  a  waste  of  good  organic  blood,  letting  it  dry  up  in  the  desert."  Aphra  shot  her  droid  a  look,  before  offering  the  Marshall  a  dubious  smile.

Things that are hard to hear // ACCEPTING    ↳ @falcondrel​​ said: “You don’t give me enough credit.”

"𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐓  𝐌𝐄,  𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐎,  you're  getting  plenty  of  credits  out  of  this  operation."  More  than  he  rightly  deserved,  but  she'd  leave  it  at  that.  Stuck  in  the  Falcon's  passenger  seat,  Aphra  muttered,  "If  I  have  to  hear  about  that  Kessel  Run  one  more  time..."

@irrfahrer​ said:  Ziv sends Chelli one (1) affectionately credit for Valentines day and a bouquet of Queens-Hearts which ranks had grown in the outlines of a star. Ziv did not say how she had managed to let the red flowers grow in the shape of a star, but a botanist needs her secrets.

𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐒  𝐀𝐍𝐃  𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒?  Well,  more  like  credit,  but  still.  Credit  where  credit  is  due.  That  little  fuzzball  sure  knew  what  she  was  doing.  The  stars  added  their  own  bit  of  flair  to  the  Ark  Angel's  cockpit,  not  to  mention  the  color.

“ I don’t require your undying love. How about the location of the various antiques? You will be reimbursed and I get a new door stopper. It’s a win-win in my book. Oh, and if it’s some ancient Jedi staff that could vaporise Tarkin I’ll throw in some extra credits. “

"𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄'𝐒  𝐆𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐀  𝐁𝐄  𝐀  𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑  𝐔𝐒𝐄  for  them  than  door  stopper,  Mr.  Director."  Dubious  though  she  may  be  in  morals,  there  was  still  something  of  an  upstanding  archaeologist  in  there.  "I'd  hate  for  that  pretty  cape  of  yours  to  get  caught  on  it."