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julienxking:

Julien loved the beach, and the hidden little creatures that hid in the sand. He planted himself near the shoreline, just close enough where the ocean kissed his toes. His journal laid in his lap, a sketch of a sand crab and a few seashells (that he admittedly knew all the names to). Now, he was just enjoying his solidarity. The sunset was just touching the horizon, dipping slowly into clear blue waves. If he was with his soulmate, he’d probably would have kissed them. All he could do now was just stare on, snorting at the random hopeless romantic thought. It was unlike him to not be skeptical.

His concentration broke, allowing his gaze to fall on the young woman that spoke to him. He cracked a polite smile, “No, it’s not bad at all. I think it’s the opposite, even. Absolutely breathtaking,” he pulled out a towel as he complimented the approach of night. His eyes wandered over her, looking for a mark, but he couldn’t find one. He rose an eyebrow.

“Would it be rude of me to ask if you’re markless?” He asked in a hushed voice, as if it was taboo. He knew it wasn’t and there wasn’t anything to be ashamed of by it. It was his quiet nature, and his curious one to ask such a blunt question.

     " yeah, i suppose you're right. " mar thinks that maybe people try to capture the sunset too often ( in photos, in acrylic and water color, in a handful of words and ink ), that in seeking some mimic they forget the real thing in front of them. she gets that, though --been there too many times, trying to capture a moment in words that it fleets past without her hardly experiencing it. ( moments aren't replaceable, after all --not mimicable-- but people try anyway; she tries anyway ). she smiles all the same though, plopping down in the sand next to the guy, weight leaned back on hands stuck slightly behind her.

     eyes are off the sunset, catching the lines of his crab drawing in the fading light. it's a good sketch, better than anything she could do, certainly. she's still eyeing it when his quiet question creeps into her ears. “ya think i’m markless? ----” funny, how some people jump to that conclusion; like they never note the clothing she wears ( they're right, of course; he's right, but that's not the point ).

     there are reactions past her may have had: shame, bashfulness and flaming cheeks; anger, in all sharp words and crossed arms and narrowed eyes; annoyance, rolled eyes, words maybe pitched a tad condescendingly. and there's now, of course: amusement, quirked brows as she tilts her head, quirks her brow, and fixes him in her stare; doesn't hesitate to say, " ----maybe it's on my ass. wanna see ? " they're not callous words in any way, hardly angry --a mostly amused lilt to the syllables.

#c; julien #lmao #kinda sorry #mostly not #the last two bits of dialouge are said together #like no hesitation between them #that's what the lines in my formatting mean

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mxrianas:

     mariana pursed her lips as she raked her fingers through her hair. “ Oh gosh, I’m so sorry.” she grew quiet for a few moments, “I was just trying to wait” she gestured towards the second menu sitting on the table. “But from the looks of it, he isn’t coming.” She sighed, drumming her fingers against the table, “yeah, a coffee I guess, although at this point I’d prefer a bottle of vodka.”

     at mention of being stood up, mar shakes her head in crass disapproval. " one coffee comin' right up --can't help ya with the vodka though ; can't even make ya an irish coffee here. " she laughs, tucks her notepad into the back pocket of her shorts, jabs her pen in the direction of the vacant seat. " not ya soulmate, i hope. " she says, half joking, but partially serious ( because that would be really sucky of them to do ).

#c; mariana

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#i wasn't gunna reblog the ed version but #it's pretty good so #;; the best music comes when you're not listening

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Road trip/Wanderlust Moodboard (Request for Anon)

#;; darlin' take the time to belong to no where

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     the beach is kinda far from the apartment ; least for someone without a car, but mar had been feeling a little bored and the public transport doesn’t take a genius to figure out. ( hopefully lei will be kind enough to give her a lift back to their apartment ). there’s something about the way the sun melts into the ocean that she likes, a reminder, perhaps, that the days keep on turning no matter what. mar digs her bare toes into the sand still warm from the beat of daytime sun, converse knotted together by the laces tossed over one shoulder. she’s certainly not a lone on the beach, not with these summer months full of promise stretching ahead. she takes her pick of targets, always the friendly, curious soul. “ not a bad sunset, yeah? ”

closed // @julienxking

#c; julien #funny story time #ur muse threw me off for a sec #bc i was like #that's such a familiar name #lmao #used to be the name of a npc i used #also!! #no idea what this starter is!!! #who knows??? #not me !!!!! #annnddd yo wassup #welcome to the rp #im sab

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im not super good with general starters, so give this a like if you’d like a personal one with this friendly bean !

#offer still stands friends #;; sab speaks

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     “ oh --oh no ! watch out ! ” mar’s skilled enough with her longboard to avoid the oncoming collision, a converse-clad foot scraping against the pavement to bring her to an ungraceful stop. her ice cream cone is not so lucky, another victim to the hot pavement. she sighs, reproachfully kicks at her faithful board and laments her bad life choices. yeah next time, maybe don’t go longboarding down the hill with a cone in hand. “ uh --sorry. ” she says, “ you know --for almost running you over. ”

closed // @aspenkenn

#c; aspen #uh #ignore the #blood in the gif lmao

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     mar wanders up to the table, smile plenty friendly and fingers fidgeting with a pen. “ i personally don’t have a problem with ya loiterin’ here seein’ as it’s not busy and all, but the boss lady’s gunna be back in a few so ya might wanna order at least a coffee or something so she doesn’t kick ya out, ya know? ”

closed // @mxrianas

#c; mariana #she's a waitress so #idk lmao

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leilaniis:

          ‘ you’re not going to freak out if i say pineapple, are you ? ’ lei quirks a brow at the other girl, amused but - it’s a genuine question ! she had no idea hawaiian pizza was so polarizing until recently. ‘ the other day i literally had a guy quit a lesson halfway through because i mentioned liking pineapple on pizza. it was next some level shit, ’ she informs as she taps out the number on her phone, holds it to her hear & continues to speak as it rings. ‘ hey ! ordering a pizza totally counts as pigging out. it’s a cheat day. i’ll order one of those brownie things, too. ’

     " hawaiian pizza? yeah that's fine --gotta get the ham on it too though. no point if you don't have the salty in with the sweet. " the keys of her laptop click rhythmically beneath her fingers, stringing around another sentence of the piece she's working on before attention returns to lei. " can you even call it hawaiian pizza? i mean like, isn't that --some kind of wrongless. like calling fortune cookies chinese even thought they're really fucking american --oh and if you're getting those brownie things get me two, there's mint ice cream in the freezer that desperately needs a couple brownies paired with it. ya really should try it, you know ; go all out on your cheat day or whatever. "

#c; lei

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mxgnolias:

“thanks!” magnolia chirped happily as she got into the best position to capture the other. she made sure everything was in frame, including the longboard, and snapped the picture. “everyone’s got an interesting story. do you have a soulmark by chance? sorry if i’m being intrusive.”

     she waits for the click of the camera before she flips her board up with the toe of one shoe, fingernails adorned with chipped blue polish tapping against the wood. " does every interestin' story have to start with a soulmark? " mar asks instead; brow quirked and playful smile on lips, but a gentle firmness in her voice. it's not that she's ashamed of her who she is, the little girl still in her parents' shadow may have been, but worldly adventure has a tendency to throw things into perspective.

#c; magnolia

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im not super good with general starters, so give this a like if you’d like a personal one with this friendly bean !

#sm: start #she looks so #much like asami in these #it got me Shook

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gigifizzie:

              Abruptly stopping the sounds of her guitar by laying her hand on the strings and keeping it there as she grinned at the person in front of her. 

❝ Hello there stranger ━ got a few pennies left for a poor diva stuck on the street ? ❞ She nodded towards her guitar case and raised her eyebrows, hoping for a small tip.

     mar laughs, a genuine sound --bold, this street musician ; she doesn’t mind though, sometimes you gotta just go after whatcha need. “ haven’t got much ‘cuz that ice cream parlor down the street’s my kryptonite, but i bet i can dig something up. ” she unbashfully reaches down the front of her shirt to pluck her phone from her sports bra, a couple dollar bills crumpled between the case and the device. she works on prying them free--- “ ya’re not bad ; how long have you’ve playin’? ”

#c; gigi

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mxgnolias:

having just got off work magnolia was exhausted from a long morning of serving and just wanted to take a day to herself. camera in hand, the petite blonde made her way to the streets and began to snap photos of passersby and sighing in content. “excuse me! do you mind if i take your picture?” the girl asked, tapping the other on the shoulder gently.

     she’s just outside a cafe,   one foot idly rolling her longboard back and forth a few inches as she’s waiting for a friend, though at this point mar’s pretty sure they’ve got no intention of showing --which like, isn’t a big deal, but a text would be nice. “ ‘course not ! ” she says cheerily, one hand raising to fix the backwards baseball hat jammed on her head. “ i pride myself in bein’ quite interestin’. ” she’s joking, really --all bright friendly smiles.

#c; magnolia

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pcrcz:

        ‘ people assume that when you’re alone, you’re lonely. ’ there’s an edge of annoyance in her voice, a frown on her lips as she tugs the lab coat off & stuffs it into her messenger bag (carefully, though, there’s a human skull in there she can’t risk damaging). ‘ like most assumptions, it’s erroneous. the two aren’t the same. ’

     “ oh yeah -- i know whatcha mean. ” mar nods enthusiastically along with the stranger. she’s just stepped inside the lobby for the air conditioning and to save her rapidly melting ice cream cone ( she was far to stubborn to get a dish even when warned that the peanut butter flavor she got was super soft ). she licks a drip of ice cream from her hand, offers a smile. “ not everything’s about waitin’ on your soulmate and shit. ”

#c; valentina

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leilaniis:

          ‘ are you going to be here for dinner tonight ? i’m kinda feeling like pigging out - want to order a pizza ? ’ and this is a rare thing indeed - lei’s extremely health-conscious, pizza is practically a dirty word to her. / @fallfrcmgrace

     " uh-- " mar looks up from where she's lounging on the couch, laptop balanced on her chest and head up against one of the arms. she was gunna go run and try one of those pork sandwiches from the food truck down the street, but hey, if lei's down for pizza, mar's not about to turn that down. pizza is a good classic --can't really go wrong. plus she’s feeling a little lazy. " --yeah sure. whatever toppings you want but no onions --and seriously dude, you need to check your definition of 'pigging out.'"

#c; lei #surprise #i bullied my computer into working

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sab here again with my markless nomadic child marilla lianna grace.

marilla was born markless to parents who believed strongly in the mark. at first it wasn’t a huge deal --some don’t develop their marks until much later in life. but the dawn of her tenth birthday, it became pretty obvious that she was never going to get a mark.

she doesn’t think her parents hated her for it, they loved her, certainly. but mar never hook the feeling that they were staring at her, waiting for her mark to finally blossom on her skin so their pretty perfect world wouldn’t be shattered.

they pitied her. a lot of people pitied her, and mar started pitying herself too. such a tiny thing, and yet it seemed like the whole world revolved around it. they didn’t mean to, her parents, family friends, her classmates, they didn’t mean to make it like she was missing something so huge in the world, but that’s what it felt like.

on her twelfth birthday she drew a feather quill on her thigh and called it a soulmark. her parents rejoiced. people stopped treating her differently. but in her heart mar knew it was a lie. still it was such an easy thing to do --retrace the letter day after day after day.

but like all lies, it was exposed

she never looked her parents in the eye. she went to college across the country, to berkley to do the one thing that’s always been hers: writing.

but even that felt suffocating, and one semester in, she dropped out and did was all lost young adults do --traveled.

with college savings in tow and her life packed into a duffel bag, she left and never looked back.

portugal, germany, poland, great britan, japan, china --she traveled, she picked up jobs where she could, relied on the kindness of strangers, starved when she had to. and somewhere in the sense of belonging nowhere, mar found where she belonged

the world was her soulmate, and no one was ever going to take that from her

MISC

mar doesn’t like staying in one place very long, the longest she’s ever stayed was six months in new zealand. 

travels light, doesn’t like the idea of nostalgia. everything she owns can fit in a duffel bag and her backpack.

when she moves she sells everything she doesn’t need ( like winter jackets and boots if she’s moving from a cold climate )

the most expensive thing she owns is her laptop from which she writes freelance work and blogs about her life

besides her duffel bag, the thing she’s owned the longest is her longboard which she bought the summer before she started at berkley

free spirit!! really friendly, prefers not to talk about serious topics

waitress bc she can’t live off her college savings even if she doesn’t buy too much

LOVES trying new things, but has never been anywhere long enough to become a master of anything. the only constant in her life is her writing.

as far as soulmarks go: she thinks the world would be better without them, but if traveling has taught her anything, it’s that people are entitled to believe what they want, even if soulmarks brought her so much grief when she was a child.

#sm: intro

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seychelle gabriel in standing in this dream [ x ]

#;; a wavering reflection