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Music and fiddling with something with my hands (a small puzzle, a pen, etc.) helps me. Hope you start feeling better.
thanks
I’ll have to give that a try. nothing I’ve tried so far has worked :/
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[[I am going to start throwing things with the damn Force if I don’t stop dissociating while trying to write.]]
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Meditation is hard sometimes.
Sidious is going to find a great reason to test out his force lightening again…
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Send ‘Would you kindly’ and a command and my muse has to obey.
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rping w me 101
me: finally drops some fluff after 363738 years of angst
partner: oh my god that's so cute they're so happy aw c':
me: ok....ok....but get this
me: what if something went terribly wrong
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Never Negotiate With a Sith
@bencannolikenobi liked this for a smallish starter from Lord Pacifus
How many years had it been since the two had last seen each other? He could no longer recall for certain. Long enough that he no longer had to fight to keep his expression neutral as he came down the ramp of his ship. With the war raging so intensely for so long, it truly was amazing they hadn't crossed paths sooner than this. The man once known as Qui-Gon Jinn stared across the landing pad at the Jedi and his little flock of clones, an amused smirk playing on his lips. Would General Kenobi recognize him? Oh, he hoped that he would. He strode confidently across the landing pad, raising his perfectly-manicured hands to the level of his shoulders in an almost mocking gesture of peace, his lightsaber remaining clipped to his belt beneath his cloak. "I hear that you seem to have lost contact with one of your fellow Jedi somewhere near this system," he started, that amused smirk now accompanied by a rather devilish glint in his eye. "How very unfortunate for you, General Kenobi."
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[[going to be blog-hopping most of the evening. ]]
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Casual reminder to all my partners;
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                                    I am not fast.
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Send my muse manipulative Anons.
Try to start a fight between them and another muse, try to dissuade them from doing something important, talk them into something dangerous. Have fun!
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[[I have a verses page now! I know Paci’s ‘canon’ is kinda restrictive, so I added a few of my more favorite ways of ending up with a sith/dark side Qui-Gon. 
Also here’s his verses for anyone who doesn’t want to click over but is interested:
#Hello Darkness My Old Friend ~~ Verse in which he fell of his own accord, at an older age than his kidnapping in his ‘canon’ verse but younger than having reached jedi master
#Leave Out All The Rest ~~ Verse in which Qui-Gon falls to the dark side while training Obi-Wan or shortly after seeing Obi-Wan pass the Trials.
#He Greets Death Like An Old Friend ~~ A slightly more depressing “canon” verse. He fights every second of his life and continues to live as a slave even after decades of attempted brainwashing.
#An Echo of My Screams ~~ Qui-Gon died on Naboo, but before he could be cremated his body was stolen. He has been reanimated and has been fed lies about his past. Is hostile toward those who have been incredibly important to Qui-Gon Jinn
#More Than A Dream ~~ “Canon” verse ]]
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Like this for a smallish starter from Sith Qui-Gon?
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A Small Ray of Light
He almost looked as though he belonged there in his dark brown tunic, tan leggings and black boots. The 'saber that hung from his belt only added to the illusion. But Pacifus knew that, as much as he longed to once again enter the Jedi Temple, he never could. Not without immediately being slaughtered. He could only barely remember the days when running up the too-many steps between the landing pad and the main entrance was his favorite part of any mission. Getting to return to his own bed in his own quarters deep within the temple, surrounded by his friends and contemporaries… He sighed and ran his hand through his hair, pushing it out of his face, before putting his hood up. Surely it wouldn't hurt to get a little closer. He didn't mean to enter the temple, after all. Perhaps if he could just get close enough, he'd feel the pull to the light again. As he took a few slow, hesitant steps toward the temple, he heard someone approaching from behind him. His heart leapt from his chest to his throat and seemed to be pounding faster with every passing second. This is it, he thought, I'll be found out and have to fight my way back to my speeder. I shouldn't have come here!
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STARTER CALL!
like/comment/reblog this for a starter of indeterminate length from Lord Pacifus. 
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Send my character a ► and a command. They must obey.
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[[And he’s got an about page now.
Very, very short version of Pacifus’ poor tragic backstory. 
On to following some blogs and hopefully posting an open starter.]]
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[[Okay. He’s got a “theme” and he’s got an avi and a banner image. Gonna quick copy-pasta my rules from Qui’s blog (since it requires like almost no changes) and then I’ll write up his little mini-bio.
And then I should be able to actually start attempting the RP thing with Lord Pacifus, dark lord of the Sith.... who is actually waaaaay more of a prisoner to Sidious than he’s really a Sith but w/e.]]
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[[ Qui-Mun/Emmaline here, blog under construction, gimme a few minutes ]]
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