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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 😉

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In other words, I’m still on my Miguel bs. Meet me there as I scream into the void.

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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!

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❛ The trail that we’ll blaze

                                        …

          ＴＨＡＴ　ｔｒａｉｌ　ｔｈａｔ　ｗｅ＇ｌｌ　ｂｌａｚｅ！ ❜

ind. miguel from the road to el dorado  mapped out by riss

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*someone threatens me with a knife* Me: joke’s on you, now I’m horny

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I’m not not making that el Dorado blog rn ....

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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

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‘ 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.”

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Everyday Tamás wakes up and chooses chaotic horniness :|

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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.”

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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. 

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‘ 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?”

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‘  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!

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‘ 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.”

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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?  ’

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I hope that Grogu bullied Ben Solo in school

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Related to my last reblog:

You seriously cannot tell me Finn didn’t have any shipping chemistry with Rey and/or Poe.

You can’t.

In fact, the only person Finn didn’t have chemistry with was Rose, who tased him, dehumanized him with her hero worship, and then thought lecturing a child soldier on the importance of fighting for looooove was a good plot point. 🤦🏾‍♀️🤦🏾‍♀️🤦🏾‍♀️