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[tsbs-shipfessions]

I think Solar told Jack he can call Sun "uncle" because Sun was Nexus's brother. And Nexus is technically Jack's other parent, right?

Even though Solar was the one mostly in charge of making Jack, Nexus helped him.

So Solar and Nexus had a child together...

[littlemetalbiter]

"Give me the child," Waternoose said calmly.

[ironwoodwizard]

“All you get to decide is what to do with the time that is given to you.”

Indie dual rp blog for a wizard/mechanic OC and an alchemist/bartender OC | penned by Jay (she/they, 28) | follows back from @foxytonic | read rules/about before interacting | 18+ only

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[scpscientistbuttf2engineer]

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[ + howdy!! ah'm doin'...as fine as ah can be.

+ got dragged into a new fandom & been in a weird writers block for awhile now. so,, yeah.

+ ah do love my guy, but it's gonna be awhile if ah ever come back to this blog. don't keep y'all hopes high ig... ]

[minibuilder777]

(whispers) we have snacks hidden under this blanket ::>

- @inventorswag

:O

[mechanakin]

Indie Rp blog for Anakin Skywalker | highly canon divergent | penned by Jay (she/her/they/them, 27, follows back from @foxytonic ) | 18+ only | read rules and about before interacting | I made this blog for a laugh

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[x-de-con-struct-ed-x-moving]

@x-de-con-struct-ed-x is live! It’s a bit of a mess, but it’s up.

[clockworkcogwheels-tbd]

croissant! in your timecraft, i have shat. sorry, i am. on cosmos gear, it got

WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU SHARTED ON MY PET??????

[residentrepairtruck]

Wrench was sitting at his desk, working on a stack of paperwork and singing under his breath. It kept him entertained a little as he made his way through the stack of papers.

🎶 “There is nothing like a dame Nothing in the world There is nothing you can name That is anything like a dame” 🎶

[mixingmuses]

// rumble has made me love him again so he's on here now

[tsbs-shipfessions]

Hello mod of this blog you may need to make it clear that you are @tsbs-shipfessions and not @silly-solar as it seems that some anons are mistaking Silly Solar for you.

Hope you having a good day!

(oh fr? whoopsie- srry for whoever run's that blog for the confusion dsjfkhsdf

hi hi sams-blr, its me, im the solar confession blog, not @/silly-solar, who i believe is just a roleplay blog. send all confessions my wayyy <3 and i hope youre having a good day, too!!!)

[littlemetalbiter]

I'm not generally too shy about sending ic memes but I do like to be sure that the receiver's cool with it, so give this post a like if you're down for me maybe sending you one or two prompts you've got on your blog at the moment.

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[ironwoodwizard]

(Me: exhausted, can’t be bothered to try writing for days at a time

Also me: but what if Ezra was a mermaid tho? 👀)

[entitytcken-a]

what kind of herb are you?  

Thyme

Anxiety is your middle name. You need to check in with other people or beliefs when you take a step because the world is dark and you are so small, so fragile, and you've been hurt so many times before. You were bullied or hurt before, by people you trusted or people you loved, and despite all that you find yourself stumbling into other people, into bandaged trust because all you want is to be secure, loved, safe, supported. But maybe instead you long to be loved, long to find solace in the arms of someone else but can't bare to draw near enough to anyone long enough to feel safe and ache, ache, ache for company. The world is dark and you're so lonely it hurts sharper than any wound. How can you trust when it's all be shattered so many times before? How do you trust yourself when you've let so many in? You are a thousand contradictions, a thousand bits and pieces picked up along the way and maybe even this doesn't sound right, maybe nothing sounds right. You are so lonely and so afraid and you just want to be safe. Secure. Loved. You're so tired of being afraid.

Dandelion

You grew up too fast and all you know is the calluses on your fists and the thousand invisible scars that you pretend don't ache. Your anger burns so bright, so hot or maybe not at all, so deep you could never tell it was there. You are yours and you will defend that to the death after so many years of being ripped apart and denied your own agency and maybe you are still facing the bastards who stole your innocence but you will survive because that's the only thing you know how to do without breaking, the only thing you know besides protect, protect, protect, protect, yourself or sometimes those few others you claim as yours. You are a thousand sharp edges but impenetrable, a traumatized child so covered by thorny armor that you promised yourself you're grown now, you're stronger than anyone who has ever hurt you. You're safe. Nothing will ever hurt you again. You're so alone though sometimes, in a world that sees you as too much or too broken or too angry or too hurt, and you want to scream with the too-much of it, prove that you're okay, that you're self-reliant, that you are strong enough to stake your claim on your body, on your mind, on your heart, on your people, and protect it from any who dare take it away from you. You are the sea in tempest, a howling sky, a tsunami in motion, a force of nature, no matter how much you sometimes yearn to be still, to be safe, to be small. You are a dandelion, stubborn and determined to grow in the rockiest of soil, and bloom again in spring.

Cayenne

Everyone says that you're so bright, so loud, so much and maybe you are or maybe you're covering up that gaping wound in your chest with fireworks. Or maybe you really are so bright so warm so hot but sometimes you wonder if anything will ever be enough to soothe that aching burning cold fire in your chest. You don't know what it is, can't ever let yourself close enough to that pyre to know if it's anger or fear or loneliness or grief but it's there and if you're good enough, funny enough, bold enough, maybe you can hide it from everyone else. Maybe there's enough of you and enough of the world that you can outrun it forever, your own fire bright enough to put that wound to shame. Bright enough to prove to everyone, anyone, yourself, your mother, your father, your friends, your classmates, the world, that you're enough. You're enough. You're enough.

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[mechanakin]

(Beep boop Anakin plays the bodhrán/hand drum. And the penny whistle [he calls it a whistleflute because Star Wars]. And he can sing in a ton of different languages because he had access to a lot of styles of folk music on Tattooine. That is all. :3)