Black-Angel-BR

Anonymous said: writing prompt: twdg nuke + Sarah’s camera ——- Click. Nick groaned, arm falling over his eyes to keep the flash of light out. He grumbled something inaudible and pushed himself into a sitting position. When he opened his eyes he saw a chuckling Luke, camera in hand. “Ta hell, Luke?” He asked groggily. Luke smirked and collapsed on the couch next to him. Pulling the photo out of the camera, the auburn-haired man chuckled again. “Y’ look funny when you’re sleepin’.” He teased, handing his friend the photo. Nick rolled his eyes as he looked down at the photo of his sle

Sedyn sat in a chair, sharpening his knife. "Quit pacing kid, just calm the fuck down." he told Tarro. "Don't tell me to calm down!" Tarro snapped. "I can't get my hands on that crazy Zabrak bitch!" Sedyn rolled his eyes and put his feet up on the table in front of him. "Y'know, maybe I could help you find the chick if you gave me a name." Tarro ran his hands through his long black hair and laughed bitterly. "I tried, but you just said 'Oh no, as long as I get a good fight out of it I don't care.' Her name's Aaray. Aaray Azkon." the younger man replied. Sedyn looked up from the knife and stared at Tarro with both his organic and cybernetic e

Riani walked down the hallway that led to General Garza’s office, swearing under her breath. “Fucking Senate. Accusing me on being in on the defection. Those Senators better shove it before I shove my rifle up their-" “Sir?" hearing what she was saying, Sergeant Aric Jorgan cut her off. Riani mentally sighed and turned to look at the Cathar. “Yes, Jorgan?" she asked him, then brushed a lock of white hair out of her face. “Sir, I-" “Riani." the mirilian interrupted him. Jorgan gave her a confused look. “Pardon?" he asked. “You canc all me Riani when we’re in private." Riani explained. Jorga

Here’s a drabble that I wrote where I was given three sentences that I had to fit into it and 15 minutes to write My sentences were: ‘It’s blistering hot and there isn’t an ice cube in sight.’, ‘A far cry from the usual, I’m in a funk.’ and ‘“Oranges?!” she cried.’ It’s blistering hot and there isn’t an ice cube in sight. I’d give anything just to have one melting in my mouth right now. I trudged through the sand, walking up another dune. “Garsiv……” my sister Katia groaned, a few yards behind me. I felt like complaining too, bu