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@legacybeyne
Hey guys! With the school year starting and my school starting virtual, I need to back away from the virtual world in my hobbies or I can definitely predict a problem with my work/life balance and mental health.
I will be deleting Tumblr off my phone Monday 8/31, but I will keep discord.
Love,
Riss
Heya loves!
Miguel is still picking at my brain, so feel free to interact with him/me here. He doesn’t have a SW verse (and idk if I’m going to make one specifically) but let’s have some fun 😉
In other words, I’m still on my Miguel bs. Meet me there as I scream into the void.
Want to ship? Feel free to tell me straight off!
Yes, shipping does need chemistry between the two muses, but if you look at my muse and think ‘You know what, I’d like to ship my muse with theirs!’, feel free to tell me, even before we start threads!
I love having a direction/goal to work the characters towards – when I write fiction on my own, I like having goals and plot points, like romances, family and friend relationships, rivals and enemies.. why wouldn’t I like having the same with RP? RP is just collaborative fiction writing!
There’s no shame in liking ships, or even RPing for ships. There’s tons of people in the world who love to read romance novels, and no one tries to tell them that’s wrong or worse than liking mysteries, or fantasy adventure. Neither preference is wrong, it’s just that – a preference!
So please – if you want to ship, or work towards of ship, in any capacity : romance, family, friends, rivals, and everything in between – TELL ME! I’d love to see what we can come up with together!
❛ The trail that we’ll blaze
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ＴＨＡＴ ｔｒａｉｌ ｔｈａｔ ｗｅ＇ｌｌ ｂｌａｚｅ！ ❜
ind. miguel from the road to el dorado mapped out by riss
*someone threatens me with a knife* Me: joke’s on you, now I’m horny
I’m not not making that el Dorado blog rn ....
Roleplayer: I’m so sorry for what I’m about do to our muses.
Roleplaying partner: No you’re not
Roleplayer: no i’m not
‘ what would i do without you? ’
Tamás cups her face, fondly rubbing the tops of her cheekbones. They don’t often do this—the romantic stuff—but since the birth of their daughter, he’s been more...domestic. Or as domestic as he could possibly be. He still flirts & fucks across the galaxy—still steals from the First Order & risks his life—but he returns to his little family at the end of the day. It’s strange. He wanted to settle down once in his life && when that fell through, he vowed to never fall for that trap again.
&& yet here he was. Approaching his mid-forties, a partner who had betrayed him once before and their child in everything but DNA. It’s not perfect. Some days he wakes up conflicted, wanderlust crawling under his skin && the need to cut&run yowling. He’s more reckless on those days && she’s often pissed when he limps back bleeding.
But most days he’s content. Leaning down, Tamás presses his lips against Janae’s forehead, his whiskers tickling at her skin as he grins, slow & sleazy. “Have less incredible, galaxy-shakin’ sex, that’s for sure, babygirl.”
Everyday Tamás wakes up and chooses chaotic horniness :|
@legacybeyne
Continued from here…
The scent of coppery metal was faint on the air from the amount of blood that the other was losing. “Kriff Tamás.” The captain of the Samaritan growled under his breath. Moving to the grab the med pack, he kept on hand, he turned sharply. “How do you randomly get sho…wait don’t answer that. I know.” Cal’s head shook with a ghost of a smile.
“Just hold still and let me do it, you won’t be able to reach.” He’d down this before, more times than he could count for himself and the members of his crew. For such a gruff man, his hands were very gentle as he began cleaning the wound. Nimble fingers pressed the bactapatch to the area, keeping it in place with adhesion gel. “You’re going to get yourself killed one day.
He grins sharply at Cal’s bitchiness, wincing once at the sting of antiseptic. He’s quick to turn that into a quiet smugness. Cal comes off as the most grumpy bastard this side of the Outer Rim, but Tamás knows differently && he loves exploiting that ooey, gooey center of his.
Get your head out of the gutter.
The bactapatch sends a skitter of goosebumps up & down his arms (it always fucking does) && he sucks in a breath, reaching for his shirt. “Careful, Cal. Any more mother-henning && a guy like me could get the wrong impression.” Smirking, he tugs on his clothes with only a small catch & fluffs up his hair. “Thanks. You’d make a cute medic, yknow...if you’re ever tired of gettin’ outflown by me.”
‘ you awake? ’
“If I say ‘no’, will you try to wake me up the fun way?” He snorts softly before cracking open one eye && shifting to face Janae. Nose wrinkled, Tamás stifles a yawn, fingers trailing up her bare arm. “Wotzzit?” He yawns again, blinking, dark eyes already more alert. “What’s up?”
‘ how did you get in here? ’
“Well, it started with an insatiable curiosity, one most boys have, I’m sure, which lead to quite intensive yoga classes. When I realized that I could not suck my own dick no matter how flexible my spine was, I decided to use my skills in other ways. Which brings me here. Now if you could please put the panel back, I’m trying to be a stowaway, thanks.” Appreciate it!
‘ why are you bleeding? ’
“Good question. Couldn’t necessarily tell ya the real reason,” he winces as his shoulder pulls, muttering a blue streak with bared teeth. “But if I had to hazard a guess, it’s prob’ly ‘cuz I got shot. We done with the 3rd degree? I’d like to get this patched up before I lose more blood, ¿si po? Hand me that gauze.”
𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒
feel free to change any pronouns or subjects (or reverse). tw for blood, death and physical violence mention.
‘ is it complete? ’
‘ who are you? ’
‘ who is this? ’
‘ why are you bleeding? ’
‘ what would i do without you? ’
‘ do you feel alright? ’
‘ what’s your name? ’
‘ why do you hate me? ’
‘ do you want something to eat? ’
‘ aren’t you supposed to be someone important? ’
‘ did you read it yet? ’
‘ can you help me? ’
‘ why do you act so weirdly? ’
‘ what do i do with someone like you? ’
‘ you awake? ’
‘ can’t you tell left from right? ’
‘ how dare you? ’
‘ can i have a word? ’
‘ why didn’t you fight back? ’
‘ can you stop interupting me? ’
‘ why are you here? ’
‘ what happened? ’
‘ haven’t you said enough? ’
‘ why are you still ___? ’
‘ why don’t you shut up and be quiet? ’
‘ what did you dream of? ’
‘ why are you yelling? ’
‘ how could you say that? ’
‘ is that mine? ’
‘ why did you turn out this way? ’
‘ are you talking to me? ’
‘ why won’t he date me? ’
‘ why did you hit him? ’
‘ why are you crying yourself to sleep? ’
‘ are you serious? ’
‘ who did this? ’
‘ will i regret this? ’
‘ do you promise? ’
‘ is that mine? ’
‘ am i dead? ’
‘ can you stop moving? ’
‘ is he looking at me? ’
‘ does it hurt? ’
‘ how did that happen? ’
‘ what’s the weather for tomorrow? ’
‘ are you in love with me yet? ’
‘ is it that important? ’
‘ want some? ’
‘ was that an accident? ’
‘ what’s the deal with you? ’
‘ who do you think you are? ’
‘ can i ask you something? ’
‘ why don’t you leave then? ’
‘ how could you? ’
‘ is this all you can do? ’
‘ why is this here? ’
‘ how did you get in here? ’
‘ is it freezing to you? ’
‘ what are you making tdday? ’
‘ are you lost? ’
‘ has it been that long? ’
‘ how could you? ’
I hope that Grogu bullied Ben Solo in school
