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MAJOR BLOG UPDATE
I am going to be archiving my rp blogs- that’s
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I haven’t written on them in over a month and I have no muse anymore. I still love these characters, but I have no interest in RP anymore.
Thank you so much to all of my rp partners over the years, you’ve all been so amazing and I’m so happy to have worked with you.
I originally made this cover for my brother, but my family really liked it so i figured I would publish it. Enjoy! (Best with headphones.)
Update: it’s now downloadable!
Bodhi means awakening.
Reblog this if your muse suffers from PTSD (post-traumatic stress disorder).
If I posted my a Capella cover of hallelujah on Christmas would y’all listen to it? I made it as a Christmas present for a friend but I really like the way it turned out. I’ll probably post it on my YouTube channel too.
Riz Ahmed on set of Centurion (2010)
Yes, it has finally come to that point.
I have been roleplaying on tumblr since 2013, and it has been absolutely lovely. However, since moving to a new country, starting at a new University, and making real friends and getting socially involved, both my time and my muse for rp have faded to almost nothing. This isn’t anyone’s fault, it is simply that the energy I used to have for rp is how taken up by something else.
I realised recently that the reason I was so invested in rp and constantly engaging in it was because it was the only real social aspect of my life. I haven’t really had actual friends for the last 4 years, so rp took up that space. Now I have friends, REAL friends, not characters on a page, so I don’t need rp to fill that psychological gap anymore.
I love my characters and I am not abandoning them, I will still write stories on my own time with them and maybe post them here, but I will not be doing replies very often (if at all) on my rp blogs anymore. I just don’t have the energy or muse for them anymore.
Thank you for 4 magnificent years.
Birthday Open
“Please don’t say anything, I don’t want anyone to make a fuss,” he said quietly. It wasn’t like 26 was a big birthday, anyway. 30 was, he supposed, and so was 25, but 26 could easily be shoved under the rug.
Isiah smiled softly with pride and love when Bodhi started unwrapping it. They’d taken days, weeks really, trying to figure out what to get him, and had settled on something simple.
It was a simple wrap scarf, though not colour wise. It was a rich gold colour, with threads of bronze and red colored thread through it, tassels on the edges but only small ones so as to not be in the way. The cloth wasn’t silk but it was as smooth and soft as it and they’d thought of him immediately when they’d seen it.
“I thought you might like it.” They admitted softly.
Bodhi brushed his fingertips very lightly over the material, his heart fluttering. “It’s beautiful, my love,” he whispered, a bright smile setting over his face. “It’s so lovely, thank you so much.” He carefully folded it in half and then looped it around his neck.
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Bodhi grinned at her excitement about the food. It was definitely understandable, and he remembered being happy about the variety here when he arrived too. Imperial rations weren’t exactly the most interesting things in the world. “Some people are accustomed to certain things, I suppose, so they are a little more selective.” It was a privilege they didn’t realise thy had.
“They must live in palaces and eat food by the bucketful if they think this food is so vile. Maybe if they don’t like it, they should go back home.” She explained in a grumble as the base came back into view. “Poe said that next time he went on leave, he would bring back some of the cookies they have on Yavin 4. Apparently they’re amazing.”
Bodhi smiled slightly, though his gaze was distant. “Yeah, those cookies are excellent. I really ought to get the recipe...” He trailed off in thought. Maybe he’d go back to his own rooms and cook instead. Something in Rey’s words had him missing home and its food.
Bodhi stayed underneath, studying things, refitting a plug here or an input connector there. Once he’d done all the adjustments he could find, he pulled back. It was definitely a better image than they’d been getting before, and he pulled off his gloves with a satisfied smile. “It needs a couple new parts. I think the lens is scratched up as well, which isn’t doing the image any favours.” He tucked his gloves back into the pockets of his waistcoat. “That’s as good as we will get for now, though.” He turned to Alistair, blushing again now that his work was finished. “Sorry for butting in like that. Thank you for being patient.” He stepped back, as well, not wanting to crowd personal space.
Alistair nodded, making a mental note about the things that the younger pilot listed off so that he could write it in a report to the General. Perhaps they had some sort of extra parts that could work to help it around here, but that was just as messy as a job with all the spare metal parts that they had. When the pilot turned back to him, Alistair gave him another smile to help reassure him when he saw that the pilot was starting to look a little nervous. “It’s quite alright. At least you know what needs to be fixed.”
Bodhi nodded slightly, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips. He’d been helpful! That was good. He cleared his throat. “Do you, um, know what my mission is going to be? Or anything about it?” He was anxious and wanted to talk, and small talk wasn’t exactly something he was very good at.
He smiled as he watched the younger boy smile. He had a sad feeling that Bodhi was not often told he did something right. That made Alistair feel good inside. Moving on to look at the projected image, he nodded and explained, leaning up slightly, “it’s a supply run mission, but at a high profile port.” There would be a lot of security there. They needed good pilots not just to get the supplies but for their own defense.
Bodhi nodded slightly, smiling a bit. He rubbed his arm absentmindedly. He liked the sound of the mission, frankly; it was more involved than things he’d been doing oreviously, and he enjoyed working on things like this. He examined the projection that was up. “Would I be coming with? Or is it just a simple pick up and drop off?”
The man gave him a smile before moving to set the last part of the projection up so that it could be in moving to help visualize the plan. He answered the other man, talking while still working, “I would like you to come with us. We need someone to pilot our ship to place the supplies on, but we also need a skilled pilot in case we need to leave in a rather quick hurry. I’ve heard that you are a good pilot and from reading about some of your past missions, I have to agree.” He looked up once and offered the man another smile. “We need quick piloting skills as well as a pilot that knows how to shoot if needed, both while in a larger ship. You were suggested and I agreed.”
The smile was a little more reassuring, and Bodhi did relax more. The fact that he’d been researched made Bodhi a little nervous again, but he was glad that the results had been good. Alistair seemed like someone who was level-headed and a good judge of character, so his approval definitely meant something. “I’m glad I fit the bill, sir,” he smiled. “You can rely on me.”
Lewis nodded, a small grin still on his face. He did have faith in Bodhi, despite any background history he had or what he heard from other pilots. Despite his background, he believed that Bodhi had found his place here, and had certainly earned his place and his praise about his piloting.
The man nodded and told him, “I know I can. That’s why I chose you. I need a reliable pilot to get me and the rest of the crew out if we’re in a tight spot.”
Bodhi smiled shyly and tucked a few strands of hair that had come loose behind his ears. It had grown back rather well since the Scarif mission, despite some burn scarring near the base of his skull and on his neck. It was long enough to start to pull back again, and to get in the way a bit. “Thank you, sir.”
A few moments later the doors opened, and Bodhi quickly turned at attention to see who it was. This would most likely be the person giving them the full brief: what supplies they’d be getting, specific risks, etc.
Birthday Open
“Please don’t say anything, I don’t want anyone to make a fuss,” he said quietly. It wasn’t like 26 was a big birthday, anyway. 30 was, he supposed, and so was 25, but 26 could easily be shoved under the rug.
Isiah laughed softly and nodded, leaning close and pressing a kiss to his cheek.
“Very well, but I hope you’ll forgive me having gotten you a gift.” They asked softly, offering him the slim but soft package.
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Bodhi flushed. “You didn’t have to do that,” he mumbled, accepting it carefully. He weighed it like a child before carefully undoing the wrapping, trying not to tear the paper.
Happy birthday my son! -1with-the-force
Love you Aba!
Please reblog this if you're a fandom based role player who's alright with interacting with multiple muse blogs.
I’m a multiple muse blog (with ocs as well as other canon muses) and I get ignored a lot by fandom blogs all the time and I’d love to see if there are any fandom blogs that might give me a chance.
I don’t care what fandom you are from or if you are an Oc or Canon rp blog. I’d just like to see fandom blogs willing to give rp'ers like me a chance instead of seeing my blog and outright ignoring me when I ask if we can interact because I got more then one muse.
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“Come onnnn, you said yourself I’m adorable.” Bodhi leaned closer. “You could prove it, you know.” His hair he had kept buzzed short since he’d cut it after the explosion, when most of it had burned off unevenly anyway. He looked neater, and more mature, what with his short hair and shaved face—but there was a devilish glint in his eye. After a few months on the base, he’d got his confidence back, and he could be quite flirtatious. “I’ll give you a sip of my wine?” he added, hoping it might help in convincing. They’d not been drinking long, but they were between missions, and bored. One night of good, alcohol-laden fun was inevitable.
“You don’t need to get me drunk to do that.” Luke said, leaning over and pecking Bodhi on the cheek.
He sat back in his chair, now smiling to himself and looking down at his shoulder to hide his blushing face. Had that been too forward?
Luke didn’t have much experience with alcohol in general. It was expensive on Tatooine and was a luxury that many families, including his own, simply couldn’t afford. He didn’t quite know what to expect from the mysterious liquid in Bodhi’s cup, or how it would effect him.
Still, if stomaching the bitter taste meant spending more time with the beautiful man next to him, he would endure it.
“But if you’re offering…”
That little remark, combined with the kiss, sparked a warmth that settled right into his bones, and he smiled broadly. Luke was quite sweet, and Bodhi quite liked him. He also liked the way Luke seemed flustered by his own actions and was now shyly looking away.
“You can try it. I won’t be offended if you don’t like it,” he added with a soft chuckle, holding out the glass to Luke. “Wine isn’t for everyone. Cocktails are much sweeter and taste less strongly of alcohol.”
He’s the pilot. Join us in wishing Rogue One’s Riz Ahmed a happy birthday!
Birthday Open
“Please don’t say anything, I don’t want anyone to make a fuss,” he said quietly. It wasn’t like 26 was a big birthday, anyway. 30 was, he supposed, and so was 25, but 26 could easily be shoved under the rug.
happy birthday
