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I apologize for my unannounced hiatus. I’ll try to come back here soon. Currently I am dealing with a lot of personal life issues. If you want any of my contact info, feel free to message me @fullmetalpng
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Ayy I’ll get to things here soon. I left for Ohayocon and forgot to put up a notice and now I have contracted con sickness and need to do school work and try not to die.
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Send ‘a moment of weakness’
and the generated outcome will be used for a small drabble scenario or starter. { tw violence, possible noncon/dubcon implications, nsfw }
Your muse is emotionally compromised and breaking down.
My muse is emotionally compromised and breaking down.
Your muse is smashed drunk and incoherent.
My muse is completely drunk and incoherent.
Your muse is tied up (how and why is up to the mun)
My muse is all tied up (how and why is up to the mun)
Your muse is surrounded by thugs up to no good and mine happens to pass by.
My muse is surrounded by thugs up to no good and yours happens upon this.
Your muse is having a vivid nightmare and is shouting out brokenly.
My muse is having a vivid nightmare and is crying out in their sleep.
Your muse has been drugged with a aphrodisiac and is out of it, needing release.
My muse has been drugged with a aphrodisiac and is in a haze, needing release.
Your muse is being beat up by mine, something your muse did must of been the last straw.
My muse is being beat up by yours, something they did must of been the last straw.
Your muse is being kept hostage and mine has just rescued them.
My muse is kidnapped and yours has just rescued them.
Your muse has been beaten badly and is in bad shape, mine happens to find them.
My muse is been beaten badly and is in bad shape, yours finds mine in this state.
Your muse falls very ill and continues activities even if they seem on the verge of passing out.
My muse is sick and continues daily routine even though they seem on the verge of passing out.
Your muse is in a frightened or nervous state (why is up to the mun)
My muse is in a frightened or nervous state (why is up to the mun)
Your muse is being punished by mine.
My muse is being punished by yours.
Your muse is temporarily blind.
My muse is temporarily blind.
Your muse has suddenly sprained an ankle and can’t walk.
My muse has suddenly sprained an ankle and can’t walk.
Your muse has blackmail over mine.
My muse has blackmail over yours.
Your muse catches mine naked.
My muse catches yours naked.
Mun chooses.
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Feel free to send in memes or message me to talk about plotting or something. I’m going to be a little occupied with homework for the next couple hours, but I’ll be getting to everything when I’m done.
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Send me "Help!" to see how my character would help yours (or if they would at all) in bad situations.
Notice: Choices range from silly to dangerous and heavily angsty. Many trigger warnings apply.
#1-30
If your character was/had…
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#🌠 ( OTP. ) | yoυ are ιn мy very ѕoυl.#🌠 ( MUSING. ) | ѕoмeday ι wιll вe тнe мoѕт powerғυl jedι ever.
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Send a ♕ if you're too intimidated to talk/roleplay with me
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It’s been brought to my attention that some negativity has been going around recently and being that I’ve stated in my rules that I’m not okay with that stuff I’ve got something to say:
If you dislike someone’s writing or writing style, don’t follow their blog. That’s simple, right? There’s no need to be sending anything rude to someone. In fact, sending any kind of negativity to anyone is entirely uncalled for and not okay. So far I’ve seen that the Star Wars roleplayers I’ve met are all wonderful, kind people. Please don’t mistreat others for any reason. Frankly, it’s fucking ridiculous to do that to someone.
We all have feelings here. Just don’t do it.
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I can lose fucking everything.
But not you.
Oh, god.
Not you.
(via oliverqxeen)
#🌠 ( MUSING. ) | ѕoмeday ι wιll вe тнe мoѕт powerғυl jedι ever.#🌠 ( OTP. ) | yoυ are ιn мy very ѕoυl.#SCREAMING
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The clones are doing a thing and he is not sure he approves of said thing.
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Immediate, mystified attention was exactly what he’d expected. To be idolized so thoroughly by his grandson didn’t bring him any kind of happiness -- not as he may have thought, once upon a time, should his son have looked upon him in the same way. No, rather, Anakin felt saddened by it. The mistakes he made weren’t something to celebrate or replicate, and he’d left Ben alone to fall for far too long.
Taking this form was uncomfortable for him now, but he found it necessary to what he needed to do. Arms fold across his ghostly chest, and if ever a mask could look disappointed, it certainly did now. “I turned to the dark side to save your grandmother because I’d foreseen her dying.” He stated almost quietly, though his words could very well be the prelude to a story. A long, painful one, he was so bluntly simplifying. “But it was me who killed her. Your inability to value the family you had is... disappointing.”
kylo could feel the cool breeze against his skin and it only served as a REMINDER of the now thick gaping wound that ran across his features. it was a sharp sting, a reminder that he’d failed. AGAIN. he was reluctant to move, to shake himself off and try again because now he wasn’t alone. there was a force of light far greater against him. one that’d had both the STRENGTH and audacity to take away what belonged to him; the very thing that he was supposed to inherit. whether he was a jedi or not, it had belonged to him and for a STRANGER to come along and take it from him wasn’t something he’d accept.
but for a moment he sat and allowed himself to WALLOW in his misfortune. it was times like these that his memories attacked him, his mind quickly becoming his worst enemy. he’d hear whispers on the wind from time to time, adamant that’s it’s only a faint whistle in the air, that it was nothing but his imagination. he had too many thoughts and inside his head was a voice SCREAMING so loudly he could barely think. sometime’s he’d physically hurt himself just to shut out the thoughts in his head, the pain that reached ULTRASONIC screeching and the only way to stop it was to tend to a wound unpleasantly. and so he let the sharpness of the wind cut into it like solid ice, he’d let it tear apart the CHAOS in his mind as he felt the physical anguish.
this time the whispers were real and however much he tried to ignore it, it was just no good. he closed his eyes and his head felt numb, his eyes had clenched shut as he tried to block it out but the SUBTLE, soft muttering of a voice unknown flowed on the whirling winds straight into his ears. eventually his torso shot up, lower half still sitting against the thick white snow and he counted to three in his head before ( slowly ) opening his eyes. what he was GREETED with was something he’d hoped for since he was a young boy; the voice had been unknown but the face familiar. his idol and obsession stood almost transparent a small DISTANCE away and he was calling to him, but not as the man he tried to imitate and take on as his own hybrid persona — not as kylo ren. it was as ben, the boy he once was.
#resistlight#🌠 ( VERSE. ) | тнe ғorce awaĸenѕ#@ grandson i am so disappoint perhaps you should rethink this bullshit
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😂😂😂 I can’t ! even though he’s dead too but still 😂😂😩
Anakin skywalker/ darth vader will always be my fav then comes the stormtroopers
#🌠 ( CRACK. ) | ιт'ѕ negoтιaтιonѕ wιтн a lιgнтѕaвer.#This is me announcing that I'm here to do replies since I have three hours until my next class tbh.
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WHO GAVE YOU THE RIGHT
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“This one time it took me a click and a half to destroy a hundred droids.”
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Denial vibrates deep in his soul. She couldn’t possibly be here because she hadn’t... Eyes behind the mask slide closed, and every sound around him, especially his own breathing, seems to echo around him. Nothing seems quite real, though he knows for certain that the confused Admiral beside him is most certainly very concrete. In fact, that voice attempting to get his attention with his incessant repetition of Lord Vader is driving him closer and closer to breaking his neck with the force.
If she’s really here to speak with him, he’ll allow it. But-- can he really live with the guilt as he already has for all these years? It’s agony. “What is it? Why are you here?”
For a moment she felt him wash over her, smiling in joy despite who he had become. She would always love him, even if she could no longer like him. Watery eyed she smiled wider, nodding, holding out a hand for him, a hand he couldn’t take.
“Yes Ani, I’m here…” Feeling a weary air wash over her, her power already waning. For a moment she retreated into the ether that was the Force, only to return at his side.
“I need to speak to you, please, we don’t have long.” Tired and grey she let a ghostly hand pass over the hard mask that hid him from her. She would always love him, but she loved their children more and if she had to hurt him to save them, she would. “Please…”
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Fact: I am slow, and I may very well be slower soon because university resumes on Monday. I will be working on replies now. Slowly.
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