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Blue Eyes let out an annoyed gruff of annoyance, as he trudged along reluctantly. He then stopped, staying rooted to the ground on all fours and a low growl of hindrance left him.

‘ Why are we here? Father has already put me on fish duty after the last time we got caught. So, what are we really doing here? ’

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Tsu’tey furrowed his invisible brows, a small gruff left him and his eyes narrowed at Neytiri’s statement. Raising his head up, he gazed up at the scenery of the sky, before he glanced back down at Neytiri.

Tsu’tey was often not one to give words of consideration and kindness, he was solely the definition of tough love. And, that was what he was going to display in order to ease Neytiri’s mind.

“ Do not think like that. You should not fall into fear, or you will not be enough then. ”

His tail swayed around swiftly, as Tsu’tey wrinkled his nose and a little snuff left the hard-headed warrior.

“ You are a warrior. Warriors do not have time to think. Yet, you save this time to think too much on fear; why? ”

"I am scared I will not be enough."

She speaks softly, an Atokirina' floating gently in her cupped hands. Her long tail curls around her calves, suggesting a self soothing gesture, before it flicks out in an almost irritated state. She's a great warrior, but Neytiri feels as if there in a war going on inside her head that she can't quite fight on her on.

"I wish to not feel as if I am not good enough, yet it is all I can think about."

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“ I’ve usually seen pretty girls, whenever I leave Neverland. But, I never really thought I’d manage to find a pretty boy. I mean, I would call myself one, but I am obviously handsome! ”

Peter grinned, his red hair flowed about, as he raised his head with curiosity and stared down at the boy he was now blatantly admiring.

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Spider swallowed down the last bit of cowardice left within him, his lip twitched downwards and it stayed printed that way, as he was face-to-face with the very people that would probably never want to see him again.

The non-Na’vi boy darted his eyes around, trying to not maintain eye-contact. But, the silence was torturing enough for him, so he cleared his throat and spoke up.

“ I’m -- sorry. I just, wanted to be a Na’vi too. ”

Upon getting no response after that, Spider sighed and continued;

“ He, uh, promised me a body. Like, an Avatar body. I didn’t mean for it to get this bad. ” Spider fumbled with his hands, his hair tumbling into his vision every now and then.

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introduction ;;

Hello! My name is Artemis, but you can call me Artie or Arthur for short!

I am an independent roleplayer that is in multiple fandoms and really invested in them at the moment. I have had around a few years of experience, although I did stop it for a while, as I focused on just writing stories that have managed to bring back my inspiration.

Here are some things I will be appreciating, as requests for when it comes to roleplaying;

No NSFW requests, I am uncomfortable writing those type of things, as they are just . . . something else.

No themes based around incest , paedophilia and any other topics along the lines of that.

I am willing to do romantic and platonic interactions, but it depends on the two characters that are placed within the roleplay.

Please, be specific on requests for how you want the roleplay to go.

For the roleplay starters I produce, make sure to reblog back to it with your own character to show that you want to start a roleplay with me!

Also, just DM me if you are interested in roleplaying, just know that I won’t be really interested in DM roleplays, as I prefer doing it out on here!

he/they , writer enthusiast , poc (black british) , multi-fandom + independent roleplayer , movie geek , wattpad writer , daydreamer.

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The former cabin boy’s eyes glistened and his smile only widened even more. As he looked at the ex-pirate, he embraced him in the hug. Letting out a comfortable sigh, he pulled away and grinned. Jim crossed his arms, feeling relieved to have a break from the Academy and spend some time with the two at least. He wouldn’t know if he was to admit it, but he saw Silver as a part of his family and that just settled a smile onto his face. As Jim glanced around and started to set cups into the tray, giving Morph a small stroke.

“Heh, how have things been around here with you and Mom?”

Jim furrowed his brows and kept placing the cups onto the tray, setting them onto a lone table. He then collected some empty plates, putting them aside on the said-lone table.

[ Mention: @lost091990 ]

Jim had recently gotten a break from the Academy, which he seemed happy about for a few reasons. He was hoping to see his Mother again, since he was mostly busy up at the Academy and Jim wanted to see Silver again as well, in all honesty. A grin settled onto his lips, as Jim walked up to the entrance of the Benbow Inn and turned the knob on the door. Letting out an exhale through his nose, he glanced around to see the place up and busy. As his shoulders slumped down a bit in a relaxed position, he glanced to see his Mother and walked up to her. Placing a hand onto her shoulder, his smile only ever widened and hugged her. His eyes closed shut and was embracing the moment now that he was with his Mother. Pulling away from the hug, Jim looked around to see if Silver was around. He wanted to tell the two all about what it was like in the Academy for him. As Jim cleared his throat, he then asked his Mother,

“I’ve missed you so much, Mom! But, where is Silver though?”

Jim furrowed his brows and glanced around. As he looked around for Silver, he adjusted his collar and let out a surprised yelp from Morph nuzzling against him. Letting out a small chuckle, he grazed his finger on Morph’s head in comfort and he softly smiled at him.

“It’s good to see you too, Morph.”

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[ Mention: @lost091990 ]

Jim had recently gotten a break from the Academy, which he seemed happy about for a few reasons. He was hoping to see his Mother again, since he was mostly busy up at the Academy and Jim wanted to see Silver again as well, in all honesty. A grin settled onto his lips, as Jim walked up to the entrance of the Benbow Inn and turned the knob on the door. Letting out an exhale through his nose, he glanced around to see the place up and busy. As his shoulders slumped down a bit in a relaxed position, he glanced to see his Mother and walked up to her. Placing a hand onto her shoulder, his smile only ever widened and hugged her. His eyes closed shut and was embracing the moment now that he was with his Mother. Pulling away from the hug, Jim looked around to see if Silver was around. He wanted to tell the two all about what it was like in the Academy for him. As Jim cleared his throat, he then asked his Mother,

“I’ve missed you so much, Mom! But, where is Silver though?”

Jim furrowed his brows and glanced around. As he looked around for Silver, he adjusted his collar and let out a surprised yelp from Morph nuzzling against him. Letting out a small chuckle, he grazed his finger on Morph’s head in comfort and he softly smiled at him.

“It’s good to see you too, Morph.”

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Roleplay Starter #1

Jim let out a small annoyed groan, his lips twitched downwards slightly and his gaze flicked back to his Mother lecturing him for getting in trouble with the cops again. His frown only deepened, he didn’t really need this at the moment and to have this conversation happen in the Benbow Inn with people in it was worse. Jim felt embarrassed, but also angry at himself for disappointing his Mother yet again. He wanted to make her feel proud, even if it was just once, even if it was for a moment. But, Jim felt too distraught in almost everything he did.

As he was putting his dishes away, he furrowed his brows and didn’t respond with anything to his Mother and continued placing the dishes away. His earring on his left ear swung with each movement he did. Letting out an exhale, he decided to face his Mother and speak up with,

``𝐌𝐨𝐦, 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥! 𝐍𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝, 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐦𝐲--`` He stopped himself from saying anything else, upon seeing the look on his Mother’s face from what she knew he was about to say. Letting out a defeated sigh, Jim went back to clearing up the dishes.

[Just reblog with a character of your own if you want to interact with Jim Hawkins!]