YO CIPHER NINE IMMA LET YOU FINISH BUT KEEPER WAS INTELLIGENCE’S BIGGEST BABE OF ALL TIME
OF ALL TIMEcan this
can this be a thing now?
I need so much more young Keeper
god I was about to draw him tooKEEPER FANART?
MY
MY LIFE IS MADE
FOREVER
THE END
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(Source: remdeikun)
‘Nother picture of my SWTOR main.
Prosperina Kae, Sith Sorcerer
Level 50
Whitebeam Run
I am eternally jealous of non-purebloods and how awesome they look with corruption.
(references: Lord Gratham’s droids/Imperial Agent Act 2 spoilers)
He’d expected to find bodies, and bodies he found—one, at least, just a kid, sprawled out on what looked like an operating table. Matt’hew didn’t look closely; the view he caught out of the corner of his eye was more than enough.
He hadn’t expected the droid.
“Please, please, you have to help me,” it begged, mechanical voice flanging out in a sob. Metal fingers scraped against its cranium as it clutched its head and writhed.
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You never noticed how much something is around until it isn’t.
Ordhan knew things would be different with Declan gone, but the more he refused to think about it, the more he noticed. Things filled the spaces he usually took, things and people, but nothing was the same.
When a joke was told and Ordhan could only stare in confusion, the squad member next to him wouldn’t forward with an explanation and a chuckle, a pat on the shoulder. The stranger on the bar stool next to him didn’t recognize that same dead, distant look in his eyes, and count how many times the shot glass emptied before a I think you’ve had enough for tonight, buddy and pulling him away—and the cold air and hard ground didn’t keep him on his feet as he tried (and failed) to stumble home. Whenever a stranger came with a sad tale to tell and a favor to ask (there always was one), and Ordhan’s eyes lit up at I hate to ask you, it’s practically a suicide mission, the vacant space beside him wouldn’t lean forward with a we’ll pass, good luck with that.
And when the soldier slipped away from his ship alone, crew safely left behind, no one stood propped against a landing strut with crossed arms and a where do you think you’re going? said with a smirk but with knowing eyes.
And no one was there when he fell.
He looks so sad. T_T
