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@sonderiism / continued

poe let out a snorting laugh at the lack of confidence in the other man’s voice before he brought a hand down to squeeze his shoulder lightly. “listen, just imagine the big picture is flying this ship.” that doesn’t mean anything and he realizes it the moment after he says it but it’s too late. stepping behind the chair poe pointed to a few things. “see those? don’t touch them.” that seems like fair advice, if they had more time he would give quin a better lesson in flying but this is a crash course.

he nodded and gave the shoulder under his hand another squeeze. “i’ll keep that in mind.” he would, really, poe wasn’t a spy but he could at least try and keep a low profile. “hopefully you won’t have to fly it for long or, maybe you’ll find out you have a knack for it.”

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@sonderiiism​ sent:  ❤ ✮ ↓

❤ ━ do you have any crackships for your muse?

✮ ━ top three favorite muses that you’ve played

↓ ━ have you had any bad experiences with roleplaying?

Crackships for Kagome? Don’t really have any! I’m not much of a crackshipper in general, unless it’s on the very rare occasion that something usually just appeals to me. I’m much more of the type of shipper who ships things that can be implied in canon or are canon! That’s for romantic stuff though! Platontic bonds I am always up for, no matter who it is! I love the bond my Kagome is forming with @voodooshadow​ ‘s Alastor, for instance!

As for negative rp experiences, I’ve had some. Nothing deal-breaking, or anything. More on just bad experiences involving OCs (that’s kinda why I have it in my rules I don’t play with them), despite myself loving OCs and having plenty myself. Just am not comfortable rping with them with my canon muses due to those past experiences on other blogs! 

The only other bad thing I have experiences is people just stop rping with me without explanation? Not even blocking, just radio silence. Like, if you do not wish to rp anymore just let me know! Ya know? I really am someone who values communication! I don’t like keeping others in the dark, so I hope others will show that same respect to me!

As for my top three muses I’ve played, it’s these three down here!

1. Kagome Higurashi (Inuyasha)

2. Yuzu Hiiragi (Yu-Gi-Oh! Arc-V)

3. Phantom Yuya Sakaki (Yu-Gi-Oh! Arc-V Manga)

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@sonderiiism​ sent a 🙏 (Do you think the mun would be able to survive in your world?)

“If we are talking about my era, then absolutely Rarity could! It’s not too different from her own. Though, she’d have to learn Japenese and adjust to living in a bustling city like Tokyo. Inuyasha’s era however...that’s a different story. She isn’t much a fighter and the demons would probably terrify her to no end. If they scare her in horror movies, then gosh seeing one up close!”

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@sonderiiism​ sent a 🎯!

Inuyasha commented on Kagome’s scent being pleasant, as said in episode 13 of the anime. But what does she actually smell like? My thought is that Kagome’s natural scent is one of red apples, which have a very sweet but potent scent. This fits with Kagome’s strong but kind personality. It is also a rather ironic thing due to the fact apples are sometimes thought to be associated with school and Kagome is a struggling student.

However, if Kagome is home and actually manages to wash her hair with products, I imagine she likes to use ones that smell of cherry blossoms. They are sweet and have a relaxing smell to them, and are often used in plenty of imagery in Japenese culture and has been seen with Kagome before. One example is the rather famous official art of her and Inuyasha sitting in a cherry blossom tree.

(Also a thank you to @gxldeyes for actually getting me to consider what I imagine she smells like when asked about it in a plotting session)

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@sonderiism​​ asked: ‘ there are a lot of explosions for two people blending in. ’

ADRENALINE  SURGES  IN  HIS  CHEST:   a through-line of panic setting every gasping breath alight.  the air,  thick with  the smell of burning  and  singed rust,  fills his lungs,  makes it hard to think through the  engine rev  of his pulse.  within seconds,  this dusty underground corner of jedha will be flooded with  imperial stormtroopers,  scout troopers,  combat assault tanks,  tank troopers,  AT-STs.  there’s a 75,000 credit bounty on bodhi’s head, and  finn  ?    well,  finn’s worth  nothing.  he’s no one.  all he knows,  with a  blazing, single-minded intensity  he’s never felt about anything in his life is that  HE  DOESN’T  WANT  TO  DIE.  not here,  on an imperial kyber mining planet caught in the crossfires of stormtrooper blasters.  he’s not going to let either of them die,  or be captured        the fear of  DISASSEMBLY,  RECONDITIONING,  REPROGRAMMING  sears deeper than the fear of  death           and for once,  he’s grateful for the mantra they drilled into his  very marrow  until it became every other waking thought:  FN-2187,   FAILURE  IS  NOT  AN  OPTION.

❛     i’m gonna get us out of here,  i swear.     ❜     bodhi’s in  no state to fight,  whatever happened to him in saul gerrera’s cell with that                 monster,  bodhi had screamed for what seemed like an  eternity.  and then he’d gone  utterly silent,  which had been  infinitely worse  than the screaming. 

a wild thought appears to him suddenly, a flash of sheer desperation veined in either  brilliance or madness.    ❛     DO  YOU  TRUST  ME  ?     ❜

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@sonderiism || closed starter || shara & kes

They’ve been back home for about an hour now. Poe’s playing in the yard with BB-8, racing back and forth instead of doing their chores, but Shara can’t even bring herself to chastise him right now, because sometime soon, she’s going to have to ruin her son’s life.

What started as a cough turned into recurring migraines and, eventually, turned so insistent that Shara couldn’t deny it anymore and sought the opinion of a doctor.

“Lieutenant Bey--”

“My name’s Shara.”

“Shara----Kes---I’m afraid to tell you but you have a severe case of--.”

“That’s ridiculous, I can’t have bloodburn--”

“It’s not bloodburn, but it looks like it....but it looks to be terminal, Shara.”

It’d be six years this fall of them finally making their home on Yavin IV and Shara may not even get to see it. She may not get to see her son grow up, fly his own ship, make his own life, grow old with her husband like they always dreamed of--

Kes clears his thought behind her and Shara nearly jumps out of her skin. His dark eyes are heavy, the heaviest she may have ever seen them.

“Don’t look at me like that, Kes,” she says. It looks to be terminal, Shara. “I can’t look at Poe if you’re looking at me like that.”

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[ trail ] for your muse to start a trail of kisses down my muses neck. // finn ! sonderiism

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they almost never get any real alone time, there’s too much going on, too many people around, and they both have too much responsibility but sometimes, they do manage it. mostly they end up asleep, wrapped around each other and poe likes to pretend that for just a few moments when they’re behind a door like that the war isn’t happening. it’s the closest they’re likely to get to peace for a long time. 

last night was one of those moments and usually poe would expect to be woke up early by someone calling them or pounding on the door. but that’s not what’s happening. instead it’s sun on his skin and finn’s lips on his neck and for a long, long moment poe assumes this is a dream. he’s had many like it before. 

his arms comes up to wrap around the other man’s waist, tugging him closer like he can block out the oncoming day that way.

“ mornin’ to you too, sunshine. “

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@sonderiism / that meme but for finn!

he feels the way the air lightens at his presence, the warmth of it a balm on his skin even as it wakes him slowly. if the person entering had been dangerous the wake up call would not have been nearly so pleasant and so even before he registers that it’s finn poe knows that he is safe. as soon as the other man hits the bed poe’s arms are open, ushering him into an embrace. “rough night?” his voice is sleepy and his eyes aren’t open but he’s really curious, really listening.