Full-lit, novella to multi-para, open to rp
25 y/o, usually existing in GMT
Minors DNI
None of the pictures are mine (except the edits)
New to Bluesky, veteran roleplayer
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♡ LGBT+ and disability friendly
♡ MDNI. RPs might get heavy. Although I *will* be tagging my shit-shabangs, this will be a very heavy DD:DNE situation, so be wary.
♡ heavy themes to be discussed in advance in DMs. Won't do anything sexual or unnecessarily gory.
She kept a considerable distance from the mech. Despite the peace on this side of the planet, she has heard stories...
"They documented everything. I thought I could make them see..." -->
"This actually..I helped make it..."
He mutters, glancing at her, before running a hand through hisbhair.
She stood up as well, eyeing the mech curiously.
"So engineer... what do you engineer?" She asked curiously, trying to get more out of him.
She kept a considerable distance from the mech. Despite the peace on this side of the planet, she has heard stories...
"They documented everything. I thought I could make them see..." -->
Vanawm shifted her weight, crossing her arms over her overly decorated breastplate.
Even in simple gathering equipment, he could tell she was well respected in her clan. -->
Vanawm shifted her weight, crossing her arms over her overly decorated breastplate.
Even in simple gathering equipment, he could tell she was well respected in her clan. -->
ɪᴛ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀʟʟ ᴏꜰ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʟᴇᴀᴅꜱ ᴀʟʟ ᴏꜰ ᴜꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴏᴜʀ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴏʀꜱᴛ. ᴀɴᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʀᴇꜱᴘᴏɴꜱɪʙɪʟɪᴛʏ, ᴡᴇ ꜰᴏʀɢᴇ ᴛᴏᴍᴏʀʀᴏᴡ."
Helena, Founding Lady of House Davarío. Jedi Master
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STAR WARS oc(s)
ɪᴛ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀʟʟ ᴏꜰ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʟᴇᴀᴅꜱ ᴀʟʟ ᴏꜰ ᴜꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴏᴜʀ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴏʀꜱᴛ. ᴀɴᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʀᴇꜱᴘᴏɴꜱɪʙɪʟɪᴛʏ, ᴡᴇ ꜰᴏʀɢᴇ ᴛᴏᴍᴏʀʀᴏᴡ."
Helena, Founding Lady of House Davarío. Jedi Master
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STAR WARS oc(s)
She stood up as well, eyeing the mech curiously.
"So engineer... what do you engineer?" She asked curiously, trying to get more out of him.
"I can follow, its...appreciated."
He mumbles, looking to the mech.
"Hopefully it can make it..."
She stood up as well, eyeing the mech curiously.
"So engineer... what do you engineer?" She asked curiously, trying to get more out of him.
"That's around 30 hours. This place is not fit for a human. You need to be with your own, with the resistance."
𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴?
"There's a base on the other side of Kip Kaseng. I can take you there, but it's no easy deal." -->
"I-i never said what I did was well thought out...was all kinda, spur of the moment."
He slowly reached down, checking his masks battery.
"As for mask..I took a few...I got three left."
"You're not even fully human..."
"That's around 30 hours. This place is not fit for a human. You need to be with your own, with the resistance."
𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴?
"There's a base on the other side of Kip Kaseng. I can take you there, but it's no easy deal." -->
The voice came from somewhere above him. Perched on a tree branch, a Na'vi woman watched him intently. Despite having a sling on her belt, she didn't bother to draw it. 𝘈 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱?
On the ground, a pink Ikran was -->
Adjusting the oxygen mask on his face, before just...staring at Pandoras sky.
"..morning pandora..."
The voice came from somewhere above him. Perched on a tree branch, a Na'vi woman watched him intently. Despite having a sling on her belt, she didn't bother to draw it. 𝘈 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱?
On the ground, a pink Ikran was -->
Ikran taming is a very important moment in the life of a young clan member. The Ikran of the Väng Tìomum grow in the cave system, along with the clan. They hatch their eggs and raise their babies there. When a young clan member becomes of age, they may try to bond -->
Ikran taming is a very important moment in the life of a young clan member. The Ikran of the Väng Tìomum grow in the cave system, along with the clan. They hatch their eggs and raise their babies there. When a young clan member becomes of age, they may try to bond -->
Herb picking was always a therapeutic activity for Vanawm. Humming tunes as she filled her basket, this was when she was closest to Eywa. Sat by a small fire, she sang prayers to the setting sun as she brewed some medicine for later use.
Herb picking was always a therapeutic activity for Vanawm. Humming tunes as she filled her basket, this was when she was closest to Eywa. Sat by a small fire, she sang prayers to the setting sun as she brewed some medicine for later use.
Songcords (𝘕𝘢'𝘷𝘪: Way'a'ptìrol) are a central part of the culture of väng tìomum. Many of the stories brought in and recorded by the scribes are old songcords. █████████, a sociologist who stumbled in on the tribe years ago, recorded and translated Vanawm singing -->
Songcords (𝘕𝘢'𝘷𝘪: Way'a'ptìrol) are a central part of the culture of väng tìomum. Many of the stories brought in and recorded by the scribes are old songcords. █████████, a sociologist who stumbled in on the tribe years ago, recorded and translated Vanawm singing -->
Stop watching me so closely. Makes Prrompin anxious :<
Stop watching me so closely. Makes Prrompin anxious :<