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we burn the same, inside a fire. home // muses

credits . .

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Yeah I don’t think there’s a point about beating around the bush so, I’m putting all my blogs (theeternalsun, aureasadrisit, fereldanroyalty and jerkofeverytrade) on full hiatus. 

I’ve been very absent from everything and everyone for a very long time, I can’t bring myself to write the few replies that I have, can’t bring myself to plot anymore nor do I feel like I should make myself do so. I’ve been feeling much better ever since taking a break and I think it’s just time to make it official. I might continue writing with a few selective people from eon to eon but, yeah. In general, this is just putting myself at ease and to let you guys know that replies are probably not going to happen. Not sure when or if I’ll return, I still have my queue with stuff going but yeah. 

I’m more active on my personal ( @captainskells ) though I’d say that I’m ‘active’ more than anything. Hope that you guys keep having fun, cheers <3

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lilbiit:

     When you can be anywhere, exist on planes and in the dark space between it can make you impatient. Wonders beyond your minds eye a step or a puff away. But nothing beats the anticipation, palpatatin’, burning in lungs and twistin’ up the insides she should’ve had. It builds as she stands in the port, dust and rust swirlin’ like little dancers.

But when she sees her, it’s worth it, it always is. Grinning wide, teeth flashing and warm eye glowin’ as her favorite trouble maker in this or any galaxy slips off her bike, lookin’ pretty as magazine. It takes all her concentration to remember to walk, heart floatin’ on the feeling of slow space reunion.

It’s hrad to wait, Moe lookin’ like a painting full of warm hands and motor oil, but the witch pauses, hair floating in a wind no one else can feel. Hands moving slow, and she’s learnin’, barely needs the translator with Moe’s hands flow like water. She’s a graceful thing, hands a dance as she signals  her intentions, even when all Lilbit wants to do is grab up those clever fingers and press them to the sides where her crop top rides too high, press that heat and light all solid and soft.

It’s only when she finally stops that the cosmic witch bolts, crossing the space too fast, a streak of light painted in browns and reds as she wraps herself around the bounty hunter, arms around shoulders and the sloppiest kiss pressed to her lips, a laugh sparkin’ like supernovas in succession.

‘ Aww, I missed you too, sugar.’ Lil giggles against her skin, pressing more sloppy kisses to her cheeks and forehead, arms holdin’ tight. ‘ I take it your job went good? You don’t look no worse for wear – aww, you’re even wearin’ that shirt I got you.’

There aren’t many things that Moe can compare the way that Lil’s hands feel around her waist to. Not that she want to. She has, after having so many visits of the woman to her ship, associated smells and temperature to her. So much so that when she is not there, her ship feels like a completely different place. She always keeps the air far warmer than usual, for Lil’s plants that she loves so dearly. The way that her hair smells and feels is also something that Moe is even afraid of trying to put into words. It smells of gunpowder but not quite like the one that she uses everyday. It’s the sort of fine material that could ignite at the smallest change, that she knew, but at the same time Moe did not fear having it all over her hands. If anything she loved having her hands dive into the sea of curls, caressing them gently as their lips touched. 

If it had not been clear enough that she had missed that woman more than the skies themselves after months of having her feet in solid ground, she was not sure what else would.

A large smile forms as the other’s warm lips touch her cheeks and Moe’s arms immediately drop down to wrap around her waist and bringing her close. Quite so close that if it was any closer the other would probably be able to smell the way that the leather of her jacket smelled like. Not pleasant, but she had tried. 

Her mouth opens to let out a silent chuckle, hands moving slowly on her sides and covering openly her shoulder blades. Careful.

Moe moves away only slightly, her hands now covering the small space between them with fingers slightly hooked, when the movement stops she is nearly touching the other’s chest. A single digit moves up and then slightly down as her hand moves I might just cry. 

Lips are turned upwards as indicators move down her own cheeks, another curl of her lips. A single step is taken backwards, she wished she could remain close, alas... Of course. Only the best for the most beautiful woman in this galaxy.

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DVSK PALS #TGIF

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GOLD CITY

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///TR∆ILS///

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I FINALLY went to Far Harbor and I am EMOTIONAL

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Space Room 

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a very descriptive and detailed profile of your muse. REPOST WITH THE INFORMATION OF YOUR MUSE, INCLUDING HEADCANONS, ETC. if you fail to achieve some of the facts, add some other of your own!  when you’re done, tag 15 other people to do the same.

NAME. Moe AGE.   30-35 years old SPECIES.   human GENDER.   female ORIENTATION.   lesbian PROFESSION.   bounty hunter, space pirate

PHYSICAL ASPECTS.

BODY TYPE.  muscular, it’s clearly someone that does a lot of physical work EYES.   warm brown HAIR.   naturally black, but it’s always painted with different bright colours. Mostly either curled, natural or braided. SKIN.   Black, deep brown. HEIGHT.   5′6″ / 1,68 cm WEIGHT.   67kg

FAMILY.

SPOUSE. verse dependent / @lilbiit her nebula wife CHILD(REN).  none SIBLINGS.   two, an older brother and a younger brother PARENTS.  two imperal agents, extremely well off within the imperial structure  ANY PETS ?  Her droids 8) H34L-4-T0N and F1X-4-T0N

SKILLS.

PHYSICAL PROWESS.   she is pretty strong, muscular, you wouldn’t want to get a punch from her SPEED.   medium to slow. INTELLIGENCE.   genius level, when it comes to math and engineering.

LIKES.

COLOURS.   bright green ( which is her favourite colour to have on her hair, like neon ), neon blue, purple and pink. SMELLS.  machine oil, mostly if she’s been around lil ( @lilbiit ) she’s probably going to not only be smelling of her plants but of weed most likely. FOOD. fish and chips, hot dogs from street vendors, churros. DRINKS.  water, BLACK COFFEE ( she basically lives off of that )

OTHER DETAILS.

SMOKES ?   eh, sometimes. DRUGS ?   only smokable ones I’d imagine, she still doesn’t do much of any. DRIVER LICENSE ?  I guess, she does have her own ship. EVER BEEN ARRESTED ?  No, not officially at least.

tagged by: @lilbiit​ ( thank you <3 ) tagging:  *dances the macarena*

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STAR GIRLS ! 

Follow me on Instagram ! @sibylline_m

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Poetry Inspiration Moodboards | space dementia

My bones have always cried for the stars.

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Wat Up by nadia rose x 67

I do it day and night while you’re sleeping Get that pack, it’s gone by the evening Talk ‘bout beef, don’t know who you’re beefing I know war and you was retreating

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Stormzy - Big For Your Boots (x)

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FULL NAME.   Francesca Moritz Bardsley ( please avoid calling her any of these names ) OTHER NAMES.    Moe ( preferred ), Mori, Franfran, Franks AGE.    30-35 GENDER.   female. SEXUALITY.   lesbian. ORIGIN.   not sure what to answer here rip. CURRENT LOCATION. in her ship most often found in the outer rim. NATIONALITY. Imperial, Kaas City, Dromund Kaas. ETHNICITY.  black. SPOKEN LANGUAGES. can’t speak, has a translator on her wrist gadget to help translate other’s. She can speak BSL ( or Imperial Sign Language I guess ). RELIGION.   agnostic. HEIGHT.    5′6″. BODY TYPE.   muscular, sturdy. EYES :   warm brown. TATTOOS.   a few springled accross ther arms, mostly of cute things like cupcakes and rainbows. PIERCINGS.   septum. SCARS.   none distinguishable, but a few. EDUCATIONAL BACKGROUND.  daughter of Imperial Fixer and Watcher, she had a very early educational routine, she attributes her interest in information and in technology to them. Has never gone to what one might consider a university but she is extremely intelligent and learns incredibly fast. SOCIAL MEDIA.  doubt she would have anything other than a random website with photos of her droids, maybe one or two to show off her muscles. SMOKING.  weed from time to time, though rarely. DRINKING.   very rarely. DRUGS.     only weed and even then. ATHLETICS. hand to hand, parkour, close combat, she is a very built lady and when she’s ported she likes to go running. HOBBIES.   building/selling droids, fidget with her ship and other’s, hack systems for the hell of it. She is someone that doesn’t separate work life with personal since she loves what she does. VIRGIN.    no. FAVORITE DRINK.  black coffee for long nights. FAVORITE FOOD.   she likes hot bread with chilies inside. FAVORITE MUSIC.   grime. CLOTHING STYLE.   it can change wildly. She can be one day wearing oversized sweaters and on the other black leather type. What tends to be a very common theme is very bright and colourful sneakers. UNDERWEAR TYPE. she doesn’t put that much thought into it but she loves wearing boxers and if she’s to chose underwear she’ll go bra less.

tagged by: @lilbiit ( actual nebula wife <3 ) tagging: @stellaoccisor @cosmosbeing @galcticmartyr and whoever wants to do this <3