#astrxdroid

So, if anyone is still following this old piece of garbage I’d like to post a message.

I can’t leave this fandom. Its been torture really.. I’ve made so many friends and I’ve had so much fun. And I feel like an idiot for throwing it all away.

I’m planning on making this blog into an archive and making a new one with an improved writing style (been working on it)

If any of you would still like to roleplay with my little Artooie. I’ve moved over here: @astrodrxid 

The blog itself is still under construction but feel free to send me an ask for any threads you’d like to start or continue.

[ THIS BLOG HERE – astrxdroid – WAS ONE OF THE FIRST BLOGS I INTERACTED WITH (besides my Senpai of course) WHEN I CREATED THIS BLOG AND I’M SO IN LOVE!!!!! They are absolutely so sweet, so patient and know how to fucking deliver angst when you least expect it! Seriously! I do not know how it is that they managed to bring ANGST into our threads when you think it wouldn’t even occur BUT IT DID AND I’M STILL PAINED BECAUSE ARTTOOOOOO!!! 

They were here.

Of course they were. The Rebel Alliance, oh, so ready to try and take down the Empire. How funny it was, really, to watch them fail time and time again. They would always come so close, too, only to be crushed by Luke himself. When he had decided to join the very evil they had been trying to defeat, it had only gone downhill.

So now he was traversing the halls, lightsaber at the ready. They were all so stupid, and he bit back a laugh. Stupid, little rebels. Didn't they know that they couldn't win? Still, though. It was amusing.

     She has always loved droids. No model was       ever the same -- not even when exact down       to the serial.  She likes this one all the more       for all that it has weathered. It shows in minute       ways, and tells greater stories for it.

                               ❛ i can hear you. ❜

     A low, equivocal tone      attains a graveled inflection, though     the male does not turn to acknowledge     his  V I C T I M  visitor.

It was midnight, and the street dark and silent but safe. The young vampire had no time to appreciate this, however, and strolled along the sidewalk staring at his phone, reading his emails, setting dates, and responding to memos as quickly as he could. It gave him pause when he saw one particular message from his most recent client, an elderly man and seasoned statesman named Dooku. He generally only contacted the albino if it was important, yet, this message seemed trivial. It was only a “hello” followed by a reminder to leave room for their meeting next week. Odd.

Fate mused on the situation as it stood. This new client certainly made the job easy for him, with none of the usual nagging. Advertisements came naturally; Dooku was a good speaker. Being from a small town in Illinois, he had the whole “rural charm” gag going for him as well. He was handsome enough in his age, and regrettably that was a huge selling point with the idiot population these days. It mattered little anymore if the leader sounded intelligent in his speech, if he could tell you his plan; now, it was all about looks, for the most part. Were they crowd pleasing? It was fortunate that Dooku sold himself well, otherwise such a competent leader might not have fared so well in the eyes of the public. At the moment, the ducks appeared to be lining up of their own accord.

And Fate was glad to support this candidate. He found Dooku to be an intellectual who promised great things, perhaps a trait common to politicians, but what made him unique was his clear capability to fulfill said promises. It was an honor to work with him.

Reaching the front doors of his temporary office on the closest thing to a business district (everything seemed to be within walking distance here; it was quite pleasant), he strutted right in and put on his winning, most business man-like smile for the woman behind the desk, then took the elevator up to his private office room. If anyone wanted to speak with him, the secretary downstairs would let him know.