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< 𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐮𝐲? 𝐒𝐞𝐥𝐥? 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐞? 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐬?! >

If you’d like the oddly solo-travelling Jawa to steal your things help you in your muse’s journey to wherever the heck they’re going, like this post and I’ll see what I can do with starters. Lengths vary depending on your blog style and of course Gasket’s chaotic mood!

n.b : i can write a whole damn lot at times. Please don’t feel compelled to match my thread length!

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< 𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐮𝐲? 𝐒𝐞𝐥𝐥? 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐞? 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐬?! >

If you’d like the oddly solo-travelling Jawa to steal your things help you in your muse’s journey to wherever the heck they’re going, like this post and I’ll see what I can do with starters. Lengths vary depending on your blog style and of course Gasket’s chaotic mood!

n.b : i can write a whole damn lot at times. Please don’t feel compelled to match my thread length!

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Este tío se ha pasado la comicon. Sin usar continues.

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star wars XVIII protagonist LEAKED

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// updated rules in pinned post! :3 I’m off to my other blog but I’ll be back here in a bit.

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@protectxthem​, for Cobb Vanth

He crept as quietly as he could manage (easy to do when you barely scrape 3 feet off the ground stretching up), skulking around the rows of buildings that jutted out of Mos Pelgo’s dry sands.

All he needed was a skin of water. It’s all he needed. He was so parched.

The cantina two buildings down seemed pregnant with its regulars. Rowdy shouts and townsfolk milling about, some stumbling around, some sick, signaled to him that the night was still a little young for other ideas, but dark enough to give him cover in the darkness. He repressed an urge to chuckle.

The Jawa ran across the street, praying that nobody had seen him. He peered around the corner. Safe.

Through an open window he peered with a pair of night vision goggles he borrowed from the sand-folk some two moons ago. Nobody around. Perfect! Perhaps he would be able to scavenge some dinner tonight.

Unceremoniously he fell through the window, but righted himself quickly. Rummaging through the pantry within the house, he found a clay water jug sitting on a counter. Hurrah!

Water, so precious. So delectable. So -

Gulp.

He rose his hands.

< I’m unarmed! I’m unarmed! > He begged.

< Please, I’m just thirsty! >

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@buirdjarin​

Gasket looked up. The sun was setting rapidly in the horizon. Chills had already crept into his stained, ragged robe. He jumped, quickly tugging on the straps of his rucksack; the short respite from the weight that had been pulling his back felt good, albeit brief. Whatever that was tucked deep within the rucksack tumbled and jingled against one another. He sighed.

He narrowed his eyes. Twilight came quick this side of the equinox, which made the shock-white welding lights sparkle bright in the distance. A ship! Quickly he dropped his rucksack, swinging up a binocular that was hung on one of many straps around his rucksack close to his eyes.

Utini. He had heard rumours. Life is a surprise! He couldn’t believe his eyes. Hurriedly he picked his rucksack up again, huddling towards the ship.

< Mando! >

He waved, perhaps a little too excitedly.

< Mando! I can repair! I can repair! >

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UTINI! :O

Welcome to my independent, semi selective, Offworld Jawa OC roleplay blog! The goal here is to have fun. May contain spoilers!

This is one amongst my many roleplay blogs so my replies may be a bit slow. Rest assured I will pop in and check as often as I can.

My headcanons may diverge here and there for the character :D

Short Rules here

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Character Info Name : Ku’mtezee - roughly translating to Head Gasket, which he prefers to go by. Gender : People refer to Gasket with he/him pronouns, but really, who knows with these Jawa? Age : Adult Jawa ---

Gasket hailed from one of the many clans of sand-faring Jawas of Tattoine. It would be apt to describe Gasket as a creature with a severe lack of self-preservation. He is a true blue Jawa - he steals, steals, steals! 

Deeply rooted within him (beneath the kleptomaniacal tendencies) are a strong sense of loyalty and fair-trade. Born a social creature, once bonded with friends or a good trade partner, he is reliable. Astute for a 3ft tall creature, he is highly skilled in mechanical repairs and technology, but it will always cost you something!

He is reluctant to explain why he is alone.

Equipped with a blaster and a large rucksack filled to the brim with junk he feels would sell in his travels, he can sometimes be found near ports, touting his repair skills. Or just straight up stealing things. Whichever strikes his mood.