Dec 7, 2018
Avengers End Game Black Widow
Damn half the world is dusted but ... at least they fixed this bitch’s eyebrows 😂 😂 😂
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Avengers End Game Black Widow
Damn half the world is dusted but ... at least they fixed this bitch’s eyebrows 😂 😂 😂
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Thần số, thần số học hay còn gọi là số bí thuật là niềm tin giả khoa học vào mối quan hệ tín ngưỡng thần thánh và thần bí giữa các chữ số và sự kiện. Tư tưởng này cũng điều tra về sự tương quan giữa số của các chữ cái trong danh xưng với những thứ mang tính tinh thần
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thanso replied to your photoset:Welp, time to save up 180 ultimate comms.
Snazzy!
It is!
Oh and it's ELITE Comms, so I can actually save for that!
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thanso replied to your photo “I like the robes with the Tulad Hord top too. Yuned’rar, you handsome...”
His gloves look really cool too, what are they called? D:
The gloves include those awesome spikes and they're from the Xoxaan set!
The heavily armoured warrior’s jetpack screeched from exertion as he grappled with the much smaller but shockingly strong Sith. They were soaring through the Dromund kaas storm, high above the traffic and nearly bottomless depths of the city. The Sith, having managed to grab a hold on the straps of the other’s shoulder armour with his one functioning arm, was shoving his elbow into his opponent’s throat. His foe was momentarily overwhelmed and had tumbled backwards through the sky, not expecting the sudden confrontation. But instinct was taking over now. He managed to regain his balance and cause the jetpack to fly even higher while he reached for his blaster; the yellow eyed demon was just as quick however, letting go of his shoulder to bash his fist into the other’s hand, denting the metal plated armour; and holstering the weapon again. The Sith slipped off briefly, feeling gravity pull at him before he reached out to regain his grip on the warrior.
The warrior managed to grab a hold of his wrist first; twisting it and throwing a punch at the other’s ribs before slamming his heavy helmet into the Sith’s eye socket, finally he let go of the dazed Sith, tossing him into the thick dark clouds below.
Thunder cracked loudly and the dark clouds would sometimes light up with lightning as the small dark figure started falling, tumbling and spinning as the wind and rain tore at him. A few blaster shots passed by him but they failed to reach their target. He felt his heart racing in his chest while slowly coming back to his senses; his cheeks ached and he realised he was grinning. He was afraid, for the first time in a long time; but he welcomed the sensation as it flooded his heart; it was like an old friend that had left; it made him feel alive.
He could hear the speeders before he saw them through the thick grey clouds. The Sith closed his eyes and focussed, wrapping his will around the heart of his terror, holding it in place with an iron grip, then pushing it outward to create a barrier of force energy around himself.
The barrier took the initial impact as he slammed into the first passing speeder, and bounced off into the hood off a second; he tried to grab a hold off something but found nothing as he rolled over and off the vehicle’s sleek surface and onto the hood of a third. This time the force was on his side as his desperate grasp found a windshield wiper to hold on to. Battered and exhausted he turned his sulfuric gaze toward the speeder’s driver, grinning through his bloodied mess off a face at the look of terror on hers. “Don’t stop,” he mouthed, pushing his will forward through the force, just strongly enough to nudge her into making the right decision. He started to pull himself up toward the windshield exclaiming slow painful grunts in exertion before he finally managed to enter through the side window, falling, exhausted, into the passenger’s seat. His eyes shut as he gathered himself, he was surprised when a chortle escaped his lips before he opened his eyes again. “I will take the wheel,” he announced matter of factly to the horrified woman at his side.
A startled scream escaped from the crowd inside the establishment as the yellow skinned twi’lek was flung over their heads. A myriad of neon colouring his skin before the alien barely avoided a window and hit the wall violently then crumpled down; his fingers started clawing at his neck just as soon, as an invisible noose lifted him up again. The music had stopped as panic erupted inside the establishment.
The young Sith’s sulfuric eyes bore into the alien as patrons and employees hurried past, keeping a large space between the Sith and themselves as they got to the turbolifts in order to get as far away from the establishment’s floor as possible. The Sith’s left hand was curled into a claw, slowly closing into a fist; his right was still resting uselessly in a sling. A soft touch found his shoulder, the pureblood woman smiled as the young Sith lowered his arm, releasing the twi’lek from his malevolent grip.
“Why did you do it?” she asked lightly as the alien struggled for breath, her voice carried an air of amusement and why wouldn’t it, the twi’lek was as if nothing compared to her; he posed no more a threat than would an ant. She caught the establishment’s gathering security force in the corner of her eyes as she circled their boss, but she sent them running with a challenging glance. Security or not, there wasn’t a person on Dromund Kaas ignorant of what it meant to meddle in Sith affairs.
“I didn’t know she was an assassin… you have to believe me…” the alien managed in between gasps for air. “I understand,” the red skinned woman started, nearly sounding empathic. “It’s not that you hold malice in your heart, you’re merely incompetent.” The twi’lek started to nod eagerly. “I would never dare to strike at you, my lords,” the twi’lek managed, seeing a way out, though he did not dare to raise his gaze to meet either of the Sith’s eyes. “Incompetence, yes. Sadly, the Empire does not tolerate either,” the woman remarked. A red flash cut through the air, vaguely the twi’lek wondered what it could have been and why it seemed to be getting darker.
The two Sith’s sulfuric eyes met briefly, neither spared the dead twi’lek a glance. “A dead end,” the young Sith remarked. He sounded bored rather than frustrated. “We may yet find something of value…” the pureblood started to comment before both abruptly turned toward the window, sensing a great source of malicious intent. It was like a beacon through the force to the Sith, a source of hatred directed at them. A heavily armoured warrior appeared in the window frame an instant later, jetpack blazing on his back before he turned in mid air to leave. “Interes-” the pureblood woman started before her son became little more than a blur, a dark battering ram speeding forward and bursting through the window. Glass shattered and she smiled lightly. “Little massassi,” she whispered to no one and shook her head in amusement.