#darkpilot rp

[larriestyless]

Can somone please roleplay some darkpilot with me?

[roleplayfinder]

I'm 20yrs old, 18+ please! I'm looking for a darkpilot (or darkgingerpilot) rp! Although, I'm open to lots of m/m ships so feel free to suggest anything else you're a fan of! Message me on tumblr if you're interested, though I prefer to rp on discord! I can do tumblr dms if you'd rather, though. Literate rp only please! I usually like to start with 4-6 paragraphs to keep it interesting. Plus, I'm out of classes this week due to the virus so I'll be free (and bored) all day!

[poewingsdameron]

Hey I wanna write some cuddly fucking shit for darkpilot

any Kylo volunteers?

[delisalicious]

I have an RP Blog

It’s @poe-dangit. Poe’s rping with @sithofren right now.  

I accidentally posted the RP here instead of Poe’s blog (I do that from time to time when my computer or phone try to play mean tricks on me.) But feel free to come over and check it out. :)

[the-risingdarkness-blog]

Messages From The Past

@youneedapil0t

The projection was unstable - constant waves and flickers disturbing the image before him. Just like the tremors running through him when the fear would strike again. He was not sure whether his voice would be just as distorted as that of the other boy, the older boy, the only friend he had. He knew he should not do this. Should not try and contact anyone outside of the temple. But how could he not? How was he to survive, so far from home, from Mom and Dad and Chewie, so lonely and without a friend? How could anyone blame him for asking a favor of Artoo? For reaching out to the only one who ever understood him? “Hello Poe... how are you?” His voice was barely above a whisper. Noone could hear him, hiding away in the supply closet with uncle-- no, Master Luke’s droid. Noone should hear the little rasp in his voice, brought forth by tears and tears and even more tears. “Can you... can you hear me? Does your new droid.. can he... is the holo working?”

He was stumbling over his words again. Just one of many habits that made the other Padawans pick on him. After that usually came the blushing and more laughter and then the tears. But not with Poe. Poe had always been kind to him. Poes mind was not yellow-green-cold-disgust. Poe’s mind was warm and peaceful and bright. Poe’s mind was a place that calmed him, a place where he liked to stay - but now he was so, so far away. And the unstable holo-projection was a substitute that just had to work.