"Iғ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪs ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀ ʙʀᴀᴠᴇ ɴᴇᴡ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ, ᴏᴜʀ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ɪs ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀʀᴅᴇsᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ʟɪᴠɪɴɢ ɪɴ ɪᴛ ────" 🌸🌺🌸 |[── ↻ & ♡? ──]| |[── I̦͇͎ɴ͎̺̙ғ͎͔̘ᴏ̫̝͕/̺̞̻R̪̙̟ᴜ̘͇̪ʟ̦͕̘ᴇ͇͉̟s̪̟͜ ⇣ ──]|

|| Who is active here, especially in the Star Wars corner of RP? I haven’t seen every project, but can be era flexible if there’s no The Acolyte / High Republic accounts. Usually I use unintentional time travel to jump eras with my Qimir / Imri AU if anyone is maybe interested. #SWRP #StarWarsRP

I 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩 I didn't 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 about a̲n̲y̲t̲h̲i̲n̲g̲ ──┄ But I 𝐝𝐨 𓈒 I 𝐜̲𝐚̲𝐫̲𝐞̲ .. about 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 .. t̲o̲o̲ much 𓈒

XV ——— devil.

|| I finally have enough energy for rp-ing my baby! I don’t know who is around at the moment, but I missed being here.

͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ 𝐋 𝐔 𝐊 𝐄 𝐒 𝐊 𝐘 𝐖 𝐀 𝐋 𝐊 𝐄 𝐑 ───────────── 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐄 .ᐣ #starwarsrp ͏ ͏ ͏

Kissed by the moon 、loved by the night.

|| I’m not dead, but this nonsense is about all I have capacity for atm. 😅 I miss you all and hope to return to Imri soon, maybe once my final uni assessments are done. 🥺❤️

“Still adverse to wearing swim garments I see….”😑

He had more stories about the /other worldly/ than he’d share. His secrets would remain close to his chest. The girl’s bright cheer did infect him. “Hm. Well I am not sure if I have any trinkets of such value to share. But I can provide you with stories.” He paused and considered. She trusted >>

|| I’m genuinely OK with being tagged occasionally too. Though sometimes I need to step back and rest. Its nothing personal. Sorry, I can’t force these things. Also, please no minors, no real humans (he is not real) and no lewd / pushing for shipping interactions. But I would love to RP more often.❤️

Darth Maul’s Daily Motivation ™ : Physically crush your crush; they have become your weakness.

ㅤ ✎ |:| While I promises to do something for DC, it seems the Star Wars verse is in need of helping ATTENTION MVRP THE STAR WARS VERSE IS IN NEED OF HELP ! ㅤ

“𝒲𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓈𝓀 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓉𝓇𝑜𝓊𝒷𝓁𝑒, 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒷𝑒 𝓈𝓊𝓇𝓅𝓇𝒾𝓈𝑒𝒹 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝒾𝓉 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒹𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊.”

|| Real. I hardly know any SW, but here I am. Like truly, you could be writing the most divergent AU possible and I’d assume it’s canon, lol. Other than one show, three movies and three books, I’m going on assumptions. That’s really all I’m working on here…still. *waits to be space cancelled*

|| 5 years on: —There isn’t a community vibe anymore. It can feel lonely, especially in a niche fandom. After lockdowns were lifted, inevitably the TL began to dwindle and I do miss chaotic interactions. —There’s less writing and banter. —We’re more respectful of each other here, which is nice.❤️

𝕯𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𓈒

|| Also, before I forget, please check out this cutie pie from Celebration. #RenewTheAcolyte 🫶

i forget i'm an adult all of the time 'cause my body gave up when i was so young and now i go throughout life puppet-ing my own corpse, my own memory, a less alive kind of me.

—

He made a point of opening his palms by his side to face her. “But I have no crystal, nor my lightsaber.” What was he meant to do? “I did not come looking into, I am lost. I don’t belong here and I don’t even know who I can trust. I swear. I want to go home.”

|| So, I am alive—but have had low muse. How are you all going?

She appeared genuine. Guilt struck; he offered a small smile to the answer. What had happened to him in the past had nothing to do with her. “Have you collected many? Stories that is?”

|| I am going on vacation this Tuesday and will attend a convention next Saturday and Sunday. Then, it's a two week uni break for me. I really hope that the much needed recharge will mean I return to being my conflicted sith boy soon. Thank you for being patient. And I hope everyone is doing OK. ❤️

and if Marchion Ro had possessed Imri Cantaros what then? 🤔 Sorry, I am back on my BS despite still not having finished the novels yet.🙃 #TheHighRepublic #TheAcolyte #TheStranger late once again to #ThursdayTheories

|| Hope to be around more soon. I’m struggling right now. Sorry if I’m slow on replies and stuff. I still check my writer account fairly regularly though. If you’re interested, it’s @warmhearted.bsky.social ❤️

@subject1138.bsky.social “Curious. You’re not like them, are you?”

She had good points. And he wasn’t sure exactly what he was looking for—other than the vague answer of ‘answers’. But he needed to do something and get away from here. Perhaps her claim to have read so much could work in his favour. “I need to understand this timeline, obviously. >>

He hid his curiosity at ‘Jedi Killer’ the archives could be a fascinating read. He wondered briefly if the Jedi had bothered to record what had happened to him? Doubtful; especially if his Master still lived. That possibility had his skin crawl. Yet, he shouldn’t allow himself to dwell on it. >>

|| a message from my writer account to all my trans mutuals 💙🩷🤍

Twenty two?! If he had somehow travelled to a future time, why would it now be counted…backward? He blinked. He noted the girl clung to her silly title and the assurance that she had a weapon. At any other time he’d be annoyed; right now though, it worried him. “No. I can’t say I do,” >>

The answer was an unknown planet on the outer rim. He’d hidden himself as far away from Jedi detection as possible. He shook his head, “I’m fine—thank you.” He scanned the temple, it was her at the moment. Surely this wasn’t where she said it was. And if it were, why did it seem so weathered >>

God gives his toughest battles to his strongest fighters / I was a child 𓈒

No. He wouldn’t actually use a title even if he had to. “First name it is.”

He flinched, recoiling at her unexpected touch. Perhaps the fake injury would excuse him? But he had the sinking feeling she saw more than what was safe. He focused on his concealed Cortosis. The banged up metal couldn’t completely hide him from a Jedi; and that’s who she was? She deserved no >>

Coruscant. He did his best to suppress his disgust. Albeit, it wasn’t the Coruscant he knew as a Padawan. The temple was close enough to have his skin crawl; as were all the Jedi. “Maybe. I mean, yes…I hit my head.” He hadn’t hit his head; but now wished he had so this was a concussion. “Sorry.”

Qimir to the Jedi:

I am the curator of my own misery.

“Makes one of us. Uh, quick question, how is one meant to address the literal devil?”

Such as?

He almost blushed; a habit he’d forgotten a very long time ago. Then again, had he forgotten? When had he or last spoken to someone who complimented him. “Hardly,” then on realising that may have been rude, “I mean thank you.” He may not believe she’s a direct threat anymore, >>