#vicioushope

[sorehsu]

" no -- no , lie still. you shouldn't move. " a firm but gentle hand against the girl's shoulder as she wakes with a jolt , pressing her back into the earth. his other hand finds her forehead , fingers just brushing , searching -- there are injuries , yes , but none immediately life threatening. " are you able to tell me what has happened to you? my padawan has gone for help. " @vicioushope

[flxmekeepr]

" i'm almost done. " her head doesn't lift to greet the other. eyes and hands glued to the task at hand: a panel torn apart on the inside of the ship. she hadn't been given much time to fix the damn thing and it was a mess. most of the wiring would need to be fully replaced but this wasn't the time nor the place. her boss ran a quick service business. ships were in and out within minutes most times. she would need to simply rig it up and hope the entire thing didn't explode somewhere on its journey. " if this thing starts sparking midway through . . . don't blame me. " / @vicioushope

[stillsolo]

@vicioushope 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍 :: " i assume that the rumors surrounding you are all false and unrelated to why you're bleeding out on my sofa? "

               𝚂𝙿𝚁𝙰𝚆𝙻𝙴𝙳 𝙾𝙽 𝙹𝚈𝙽’𝚂 𝙲𝙾𝚄𝙲𝙷 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙱𝙻𝙴𝙴𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙵𝚄𝚂𝙴𝙻𝚈 ,  han solo turned away to scowl up at the ceiling.

❝just thought your sofa might need some redecorating, so here i am.❞  solo waved his good arm, the action halting and cut short with a hiss.  shavit—was he still bleeding?  jaw set taut, he rolled his shoulders, finally working off the soaked fabric that seemed adhered to his skin, sliding it down his biceps until it gathered at his elbows.  ❝y’know i like to accessorize with red.  adds contrast—and character.❞

jokes aside, he’d made it out alive, hadn’t he?  han flexed his fingers and winced at the discomfort lancing up his side.  injuries had long ago become the norm for him, and he was no stranger to pain, but… come to think of it, han couldn’t recall the last time he came across a sleemo whose skill with a blaster perhaps rivaled his own.  the slimy bastard had intercepted him while crossing the docks, emerging from between a stack of crates before demonstrating one hell of a quick draw.  it would’ve fetched him a genuine compliment if he didn’t immediately level the blaster at han’s center mass, like this was a stickup and han wasn’t the type of man who’d shoot first and ask questions later.

❝so, rumors, huh?  dunno ’bout that, but y’know how it is.  people love to talk; they make me sound more exciting than i actually am.❞  with his head still spinning and his shoulder burning something fierce, han slanted a sideways grin at a face he hadn’t seen in over a year.  ❝you keepin’ tabs on me?❞

he should’ve taken the guy more seriously though, especially after his furious spluttering about a botched job and lost credits, that it was han’s fault his sweetheart had left him high and dry.  it all painted a picture han was pretty sure he had nothing to do with.  regardless, it’d been mistake to try reasoning with a nova-happy kreetle clearly off his repulsors.  as for his final mistake?  well, in hindsight, han reckoned that telling the guy to go frink himself was probably not the best way to deescalate the situation, but how could he have known the bastard had brought muscle with him?  like a mynock out of hell, the gran dropped in fast, closing the distance between them and nailing han square in the face, leaving him stunned and disoriented.

    memory blurred beyond that point.    han only vaguely recalled spotting a prybar and the stark flash of a vibroblade powering on in the dark; his own startled shouts of pain amid the thunderous drumming of his heart, and an additional mix of voices, lost somewhere in the commotion…  han shut his eyes and shook his head, letting a breath go slowly before he tugged at the rest of his dirtied clothes with sudden haste.

 they could chat about what happened later, preferably after he plugged what bloody holes now littered his body.

[pistolslinger]

@vicioushope said: ugh, i think i got blood on my coat.

"free red dye for you," he can't quite see her, still a distance away and turning over unconscious heads with his foot to inspect the damage; three so far aren't breathing, one had a definite hole in the skull that no amount of grisha magic could fix in time for him to go home. if they hadn't picked a fight with jesper and jyn on a completely peaceful night, he might have felt sorry. not to sound like a cad, however, he adds, "someone else's blood, or your own?" and then: "if you did get hurt, do you want me to kiss it better."

[fals3nd]

@vicioushope said ; i haven't slept since sunday . for bodhi!

the dark shadows under his eyes say much the same without the need for words. it has been - - - hard, recently. bodhi believes everyone around him has realized this without him having to say it. force knows how many nights he has woken any nearby with screaming or thrashing, or how often one of them have found him hazy and only half-aware, having wandered down some hall partially cognizant.

"i think there's still some caf somewhere." his hands don't pause in their rhythmic motions. bodhi has some scrap piece he's been taking apart and putting together repeatedly. it's something to do with his hands until he's cleared to do - - - anything else. at the moment he's still on strict light work duties, what with getting used to the prosthetic leg and his mind going blank and distant intermittently. "i'd - - - go with you to find some, if you'd like."

[myrlin]

✧ ˚ · . ✦  ›   @vicioushope  —  ❝ i'm going in alone. end of story.   ❞

                    regardless of how much he tries , the galaxy pulls him back into its quarrels. has he not suffered enough ? the loss of his order , his purpose for believing. all of it was crushed by the fist of the empire. there was nowhere safe to call home anymore , it was wherever he could sleep for the night. any job lasts months at best. the grey streaks in his beard were signs of how long it has been since then , yet it didn't make the grief in his heart any easier. the rebellion , however , ignited that spark of hope in his chest which burned out long ago. as much as he tried , he couldn't stop himself from helping them where possible.

                    the victory over scariff echoed throughout the galaxy , only to be followed by the destruction of the death star. it caused him to question his purpose in the galaxy. was it better to stay hidden ? or did his duty as peacekeeper demand he returned to the fight fully ? he supposed it had been answered as he crouched behind cover with the rebel fighter , jyn erso. the rebellion had reached out to him , asking if he could aid in escorting jyn off-world with whatever intel she had on her. ❝ that's suicide.   ❞ a beat , completely oblivious to the irony of his comment. ❝ i'll just have to leave this world with you if it means ensuring you don't get yourself killed.   ❞ one hand hovers near the hilt hidden beneath his robes , his identity still kept secret from the rebels. he couldn't trust anyone , not even those claiming to do good. the idea of furthering himself in this rebel plan didn't sound ideal for him , but it appeared he didn't have a choice anymore. ❝ let me come with you ... please ?   ❞

✧ ˚ · . ✦  ›  meme  —  accepting  !

[dsrtrose]

horse

[tsareviich]

😶 + who do u like better me or flygene

Send 😶 + a really uncomfortable question and my muse has to answer it

"... the problem is i've been dating flynn longer. so i'm going to say him. but i still like you a lot."

[pistolslinger]

[arachost]

@vicioushope : i didn't ask.

“ so that’s kind of the thing about this gig, you don’t need to ask and i don’t really have the patience to wait for permission. ” the masked vigilante began with markedly great effort as the body in her grasp resisted her every attempt at holding on. gwen was accustomed to swooping in and saving the day — it was kind of what she did. what she wasn’t exactly used to was the rescued civilian fighting back. she grunted under her breath as she felt the woman’s sharp elbow connect with her ribs and her brows knit under the fabric covering her face. the blonde had half the mind to just let her go and see how she liked free falling from hundreds of feet in the air but the better part of her only grabbed the rough woman tighter. when she landed on the nearest roof, she let go of the brunette and rolled to a crouch.

“ you can’t tell me you were willingly letting yourself get cornered by all those guys down there. ” she gestured vaguely in the direction of the alleyway she had found the other in. pushing herself up onto her feet, she brushed off her suit and straightened up to place her hands on her hips. “ you’re free to go back to whatever fun business you were dealing with ooorrr, ” the spider jerked a thumb over her shoulder. “ i can show you a place where you can lay low for a while. ”

[guttersniper]

@vicioushope

with no bricks or otherwise worthy projectiles scattered around the alley, mutt digs through his backpack until he finds the brass knuckles. although it was a little large for his hands, it worked fine, and came handy in a pinch such as this. 

a quick glance is spared around for any interlopers before he reels his metal-covered hand back. he shatters the window without further hesitation. his boot scuffs against the concrete, all glittering from the shattered glass littered around their feet. a shard crunches underneath his heel. 

he crawls up onto the sill, and launches across the now gaping entrance left by the absence of a pane. his head jerks to indicate that jyn should follow suit. 

[tsareviich]

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for a few seconds, her brain short-circuits. that is the last combination of words she’d expected to hear leaving vasily’s mouth ; all she can do is stare at him, wide-eyed, as she tries to find a way to process what he’s just told her. he wants… to take her out on a date ? she could laugh at the incredulousness of it –– she does laugh, an huff leaving her through before she can stop it, slightly strangled and desperate. 

“ you, ” she says slowly, still trying to put the pieces together as she gestures between them, “ want to take me –– on a date. ” it doesn’t make sense –– she’s not the type of person that people take on dates. any minute now, he’ll laugh, crack that grin of his and make light of her clear confusion. “ you’re fucking with me. bloody hell, lantsov, i don’t have time for this shit today ! ” 

he wonders if this was a bad idea. a stupid idea, in fact. jyn erso wasn't the type to go on dates. she was... not the date type. but that didn't stop vasily from wanting to go on a date with her. take her to someplace fancy. let her feel special for a night. and then do it again. because jyn erso was special and she deserved to be treated right. he almost feels silly for pouting as she laughs but-- he'll admit his pride took a hit.

he follows her gesturing and looks at her confused. " yeah. i mean, that's why i asked. i wanted to take you, jyn erso, on a date. " he grabs onto her arm lightly. she can still easily pull away from him but he wants to pretend her from leaving too. " i'm not fucking with you. i want to take you on a date. you and me. nice wine. maybe some dessert too. i'm serious, jyn. "

[dsrtrosearchived]

they  aren’t  too  far  out  of  town  -  the  hue  of  lamplights  can  be  seen  &  sound  of  commotion  can  be  heard  in  the  distance,  past  the  small  clearing  where  they’ve  set  up  camp  for  the  night.  (a  shared  tent  &  a  small  fire  between  them.)  eliza’s  gotten  better  by  the  day  at  using  nimble  fingers  for  purposes  less  than  honest  -  her  most  recent  gatherings  amounted  to  more  indulgences  than  necessities.  a  chocolate  bar  (which  she  offered  to  share),  some  canned  peaches  &  a  few  bottles  of  alcohol.  thus,  eliza  is  far  too  relaxed  -  back  flat  against  the  ground  atop  a  thin  blanket,  she  holds  an  empty  brandy  bottle  against  her  chest,  smiling  from  cheek  to  cheek.

“jyn  -”       she  calls  out  once,  repeating  the  other  woman’s  name  when  she  doesn’t  receive  the  desired  reply,       “-  jyn!”       it’s  sung  the  second  time,  sitting  straight  up  and  reaching  for  her  hand,       “d’you  -  ...  like  me?”

starter  call   /    @vicioushope​ .​   🤍 🥀

[wihltedarchive]

@vicioushope​

          none   of   us   are   afraid   to   die.               when   the   possibility   grows   from   day   to   day   ,               the   idea   of   it   becomes   reality   ,               there   isn’t   any   way   to   avoid   confronting   it.               there   has   always   been   stupidity   in   bravery   ,               in   doing   something   regardless   of   how   frightened   you   are.

“      maybe   you   should.      ”

then   they   would   never   let   you   out   of   their   sight   ,               serena   thinks   ,               head   turning   to   face   jyn.                there   is   only   one   more   thing   more   prevalent   than   the   knowledge   of   your   own   death   ;     the   love   of   your   friends.