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wrlost or gnrl

Name: “Mitth'raw'nuruodo, or Thrawn.”

Age: “Age is simply a construct.”

Do you like to cuddle?: “Hmm, perhaps.”

Can we make-out?: “Yes, of course.”

A night in or dinner out?: “Both?”

Ice cream or chocolate covered strawberries?: "I've never had either, but they sound pleasant either way."

What makes you a good Valentine?: “We have a good... and very nice relationship, I like to think.”

Would you cook for me?: “I don't know if you'd like it, but yes.”

Would you let me cook for you?: “Always...”

@warriorsfortune

GENERAL MAXIMILIAN VEERS did not fear death .

he was the IRON MAX .

this was a firm conviction . and so when a rebel snowspeeder came crashing into BLITZKRIEG's frontal peripheral, he engaged his life support which was integrated into his battle cuirass , expecting the worst when he felt the BEHEMOTH that was his AT-AT going down and the icy surface come closer . he had hoped he did not have to meet his end so soon but he concluded the inevitable . he let out a loud curse through the sound of his hollering pilots .

MAXIMILIAN did not scream .

unless it was to bark orders. 

MAX did not cry . 

but when he was buried under heavy debris made of durasteel, he wanted to do just that .

HE did not faint .

he was stuck and done for . he didn't need to see to know that HIS LEGS WERE CRUSHED under a beam of weighty steel but the rest of himself was intact . his pilots had not been so spared . he almost envied them . it was only a matter of time until he either died from blood loss or cold but time can become an extendible burden . and so he waited . his chest was filled with air and he wanted to scream it out . he wanted to scream from the pain . he wanted to scream from the anger . he wanted to scream at his fate that would not claim his life. but he stayed quiet and he let himself fall into the abyss hopeful that he would pass into his sleep .

the unmistakable sound of a hum woke him and he was greeted by obscurity and a vivid red edge of light which he only assumed was used to brighten the otherwise dark pile of scrap . he looked up and saw him . of all people that would be willing to risk their own hide to search for survivors , it had to be the SUPREME COMMANDER himself . a part of him was relieved and the other part , not so much .

when the beam moved with a WEIGHTLESS FORCE , a scream tore at his chest and burned his throat . his body went rigid and he collapsed in complete darkness .

Age: 34

Do you like to cuddle?: Possibly

Can we make-out?: We’ll see

A night in or dinner out?: Night-in. Night in, I would rather not deal with anymore tedious nuisances today.

Ice cream or chocolate covered strawberries?: Scotch on the rocks

What makes you a good Valentine?: Fuck around and find out.

Would you cook for me?: Yes

Would you let me cook for you?: Now that just depends

@destroyworlds

Age: “The last time I checked I am in my twenties.”

Do you like to cuddle?: “Hug me as if I am a plushie and I will rip off your arms and beat you to death with them brutally, until you are a kriffing bloddy mush. I have nothing against a hug or two, but only when its between one respected person and another and with a kriffing fair warning beforehand or I will bite off fingers.”

Can we make-out?: “Ah yes, indluge in relations with Non-Humanoids and risk getting a kriffing lecture from your superior. On closer inspection, that actually makes the whole think risky and as everyone says- No risk no fun! ”

A night in or dinner out?: “Both is nice, but if we go outside we can go to the next forest and meadow and snatch our food from the local flora and even make a few lessons about alien flora about this…. I swear, I am not as boring as it sounded like, I am actually a cool Kriffer! I swear, I swear!”

Ice cream or chocolate covered strawberries?: “Oh kriff, none! I am a krififng mammal and in contrast to you humanoids my species can not digest lactose after growing out of beeing a baby pup. I know I look amazingly beautiful and youthful, but I am defnently not a pup. I can prepare you some, though?”

What makes you a good Valentine?: “I am awesome company and as my kriffing insomnia prevents myself from sleeping, I am running on seven cans of caf and therefor am able to go through the whole evening and night listening to everything you say without ever getting tiered. I might collapse at least one time, though.”

Would you cook for me?: “Sure. I usually only cook for my patients to use indrigents to help their, so what I would cook would be so horrible heatlthy it would make most people kriffing cry. It would be nice to cook something new just for the taste. What do you like to eat? I can try it? Or we can try it together?”

Would you let me cook for you?: “…sure, what would you like to cook? I am curious.”

@irrfahrer

Hobbie: oh so you lost your legs. boohoo! i can barely trll what's me and what's machine.