#canderousordo

[iconaclysm-a]

            there’s  still  a  division  within  them .    a  chasm  between  what  they  were ,  and  what  they  were  𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 to  be .    surging  up  at  different  frequencies  like  separate  halves  of  the  brain ,  so  that  even  now ,  at  the  precipice  of  action  and  reaction ,  they  hesitate .    stumble .    mired  by  internal  conflict .    lips  part ,  then  shut  again .   the  problem  is  not  a  lack  of  words  but  an  overabundance  of  them .    𝐢 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐲.    

          “ you  look  well  enough , ”    the  revanchist  settles  on  finally ,  casual  airs  contrasting  with  their  rigid  posture .    awaiting  judgement ,  awaiting  execution ,  and  as  always  smiling  faintly  in  the  face  of  death .    they  have  never  been  know  for  their  apologies ,  have  they ?    “ seems  like  being  te  taylir  mand'alor  suits  you . ”

                               @canderousordo​

[homicidalefficiency]

Meatbag

Commentary: “Why the master insists on bringing this assortment of tortured souls with us, I do not know. The Master would be better off letting me pick them off one by one and I must confess I have a few suggestions that are more creative than simply blasting them in the back or tossing them out of the airlock before we were to jump into hyperspace.”

Recitation: “However, that has crossed my circuits on occasion. Just a quick death to tied me over until the inevitable fire fight we are sure to ‘land’ into. “

[onasii]

canderousordo replied to your post: i’ve got the image in my head of jolee seeing...

hey, canderous is always down to fuck, so. make your choice carth

maybe when i don’t need to spend all day on my ass?

[bountyhunts]

@canderousordo started following you

grandpa

[equalharm-a]

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               " be SILENT, "  it is a whip-crack response, followed by a quick, irritated turn away. she buries her one hand into her hood, rubbing her temple. exhaustion wracks her old bones; and the cold durasteel floor beckoned her, asking to be meditated upon.  " you hound me with questions i do not care to answer, mandalore. i have said all that can be said. "

[zimadoch]

*  CONTINUED   :      @canderousordo​

        OH  ABSOLUTELY  FUCK  NO  ——   Who  did  he  think  he  was ?   Coming  into  Six’s  shitshow  and  trying  to  one - up  it  with  some  DRY,  OLD  MAN  HUMOR ?   Unforgivable.   ❛   . . .  You  think  you’re  fuckin’  cute,  don’t  ‘cha,  pops ?   ❜ 

[inquisitorhotpants]

New glasses are smashing my head and giving me a headache, so we're back to old glasses for tonight. At least I have my #zaeedmassani shirt... and why wasn't he a romance, #bioware, give me my grouchy renegade/dark side/closed fist romances! #lordscourge #sagaciouszu #canderousordo

[jechtmania]

“Brush your teeth ya’ll” - Woolie [Best Friends Play Star Wars: KOTOR (Part 65)]

This will likely be the only time... I bring Pockets to this level of grime. Tried out a different solution to the colour issue I had with the last one, works alright I think.

[reydiiance]

fingers danced across the dash, flipping levers here and there to maximize the freighter’s LIMITED abilities.  compact, rickety, insignificant; the right combination to slip by unnoticed.  they aimed for stealth, necessary for the recon mission leia assigned them.  the information (hopefully) gathered would provide a new strategy for the mangled resistance; dwindled numbers and wounded fighters did not boost moral, but HOPE did.  they needed a new spark.  and the flint?  herself... along with a stranger, canderous ordo.  someone whose name she heard passed about resistance members, but had never met nor seen until today. at that thought, hazel eyes flickered to the man, watchful and skeptical.  poe or finn, even bb-8, would have been a more preferable traveling companion, but alas, leia gave her no choice.  circumstances required both the jedi trainee and the untrustworthy mercenary, for their skills together could better the odds.  she understood, but that didn’t mean her irritation would subside.  perhaps it was the scavenger in her that withheld trust, but it wasn’t unwarranted; trust can KILL.  a frown tinged her lips, focus switching back to piloting for a distraction.  they would find their contact, receive the information needed, and head back.  no need for dawdling, no need for worry.  simple. her hand reached for a lever, pushing it forward to jump into light speed.  the stars outside the viewport elongated, then vanished altogether, blue light flickering as they traveled.  rey leaned back into the pilot’s seat with a sigh.  now, to wait.  and what else was there to do besides question the man sitting beside her?  might as well get a feel for him, find out what made him TICK.  her voice, purposefully light, broke the air only a second later. ❝ so.  you’re canderous ordo?  i’ve heard resistance pilots mention you a few times. ❞

starter || @canderousordo​

[smugglerson-a]

@canderousordo​ replied to your post: star wars: the last jedi where everything is the...

cursed

search your feelings...you know it to be true...

[vvaspower]

gently takes their chin in his hand, lifting slightly to drop a kiss to revan's forehead.

IT  IS  A  SIGN  OF  TRUST  that  he  is  allowed  to  touch  them,  to  invade  their  precious,  guarded  bubble  of  personal  space.   they  do  not  bend  under  the  weight  of  worlds,  they  do  not  drown  in  a  sea  of blood,  but  they  come  UNDONE  at  this  soft,  warm  touch.   as  his  lips  press  against  their  golden  flesh  revan  shivers,  lips  parted  in  a  silent  gasp.   gaze  flicks  upwards  and  for  the  shortest  breath  they  are  raw  and  exposed,  eyes  wide  and  breath  shuttered.   HE  DOES  NOT  BREAK  THEM —   even  if  he  wished  for  it  he  does  not  have  that  power.   he  merely  peels  back  a  few  layers,  reaches  in  and  drags  out  their  ugly,  misshapen  heart  with  all  of  its  sharp  edges  and  many  pieces.   he  cannot  break  what  has  already  been  SHATTERED,  only  remind  them  of  it  in  a  bittersweet  ache.

they  want  to  kiss  him.  they  want  to  rip  out  his  throat  with  their  teeth.   they  want  to  burn  him,  brand  him  in  warning,  tell  him  that  they  do  not  know  how  to  love  something  and  not  crush  it  to  dust  in  their  grip.   but  they  do  none  of  these  things.   instead  hands  reach  up,  winding  around  canderous’  neck,  pulling  him  close  as  they  shudder  against  his  frame.  lips  twist  in  the  echo  of  a  smile,   the  curve  fond  and  amused.  ❝  did  i  do  something  to  deserve  that ?  ❞

[onasii]

canderousordo replied to your post: ok but ebon hawke crew at swtor: shit you guys...

that game is dirty and cursed

i’ve just started it and it’s got charm. the revan stuff i’ve seen has carth just shaking his head

[gurrillero-a]

canderousordo

The rain constantly falling over them had stopped making them miserable after the first two hours of hiking in the deep jungle. The physical discomforts giving a step back to leave room for more pressing matters and imminent dangers. They were after all deep in enemy territory, they were also on their own, without backup and without extraction, and they would remain that way until they finished the mission and reached the rendezvous point. Or died. That was an option too.

“So how did you end up with the rebellion?” There was no particular inflection in Cassian’s voice when he finally spoke. He had read Canderous Ordo’s file, just as he read the files of every soldier he worked with. The question was meant to keep them distracted, but he wouldn’t deny he saw the man with curiosity. With someone like that it was hard to separate truth from myth.

[bountyhunts]

canderousordo replied to your post: gendering the mando helmets was dumb

wait they did that

yeah

[undesaeir]

canderousordo replied to your post: anyway tumblr im is a bitch but @canderousordo...

klfdgnkjd a mand'alor is born!

in the sha-sha-shallow-low

[cuyanir]

@canderousordo -- ( starter call ).

he’s not asking for a permission to hunt, he will fulfill his contract regardless of what mand’alor says. but his father taught him to respect the rules-- as long as they make his pursuit easy.

❛ one of the clan leaders has a bounty on her head and i took the contract. she’s wanted dead. ❜ fett cants his helmet to the side, looking outside the window. this is his only second time on mandalore and it still feels like intruding. ❛ i will be challenging her in a day, is that going to be a problem? ❜