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WHY AREN’T WE INTERACTING?

recently i’ve noticed that the rpc seems to have trouble interacting with eachother–and i’ve seen a few of these memes go around, but i thought i’d make another!

❓ — i’m unfamiliar with your muse(s). 😟 — you intimidate me a lot. 📂 — you don’t reblog a lot of memes, and i usually interact through memes. 💡 — you don’t post a lot of opens, and i usually interact through opens. ⌚ — i honestly haven’t gotten around to it yet. 💔 — i ship our muses, and i’m worried that’ll upset you. 📜 — i’m a little intimidated by your writing length/style/formatting. 💤 — you followed me first and i’m waiting for you to make the first move. 🗣️ — i don’t have any ideas for plots readily available. ☀️ — i’ve sent memes/messages to you before, but you ignored them.

#memes

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I know my activity has sucked lately. I've had a lot going on family wise and with work. I should be on this weekend. I'll try to reach out to those people I haven't had a chance to interact with yet. I'm always available through IMs though if anyone wants to plot or reach out to me first.

#ooc.

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open to anyone // starter !!

dead of night. empty alley lit by the nearby glow of business signs. she fumbles in an attempt to make a tourniquet, bloodied hands too messy to function properly. "mierda," uttered in a shaky breath — frustrated; DESPERATE.

they hit her femoral artery — she could bleed out in minutes. yet at the sound of footsteps (help!), instead of relief, she feels panic (an innocent witness).

she glances over — a motorcycle (sent by a guardian angel?). she's too far away from the CONTINENTAL to get there on foot. going to a hospital could expose her and compromise her life. the bike could help. but no — she’s adamant on getting by on her own. no need to drag an innocent bystander into such a dangerous world.

"please, just go"

she barely gets the words out without a grimace. "i'll get by on my own."

#indie rp #john wick rp #open rp #indie starter #assassin rp #open starter #marvel rp #starters #rosario:starters #arcane rp #dc rp

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@virgowritesx continued from ( x )

she liked the way her name sounded coming from the other, it had begun to feel more like a secret than something that belonged to her. over the years she had developed so many aliases she wasn’t sure anyone remembered her real name at all. especially since she had had to leave her old life behind so many years ago. anyone who knew her personally was living world’s away forgetting about her entirely. “observant.” she responds, her sarcastic nature getting the better of her, as it always does. “it’s okay, i’m sure i would also be curious about a stranger who shows up at my house at all hours of the night to be tended to.” if she wasn’t paying the other so well she would feel a little more like a burden for always showing up relatively unannounced. naturally, the other had been recommended to her by her collegue, so it wasn’t like she hadn’t done this sort of thing before, but evelyn was beginning to gather the impression that most people she helped under the table didn’t need to return as often as she did. the blonde takes a sip of the water, not realizing how dry her mouth had been now that the blood in it had begun to cake to the sides of her lips. “we all choose things for ourselves in theory - doesn’t make them any more bearable in practice.” she comments, her eyes locking with the others. “you care though - it’s sweet.”

"yeah, well, it's hard to envision myself doing this kind of thing and not caring." a shrug. the truth is, she's always cared too much about strangers; burdened by the nature of her work. she's an ER nurse in a dangerous city. most often, her patients either died in the ER, or got transferred into another hospital unit. when they did, she never heard about them again. did they make it? did they get better? worse? she'll never know. she'll never know about that critical stab victim that rolled in as soon as her shift was over, or about the sixty-eight year old transferred to MRI to rule out a stroke. she'll stay thinking about them and what the universe will end up doing with them. and yet carry on to heal more people that she'll keep thinking about and never get closure on.

seeing as her guest evelyn sought out her services often, penny already had a system when it came to her visits. so she already had a change of clothes for her, per usual, so that she wouldn't get caught looking like a bloody mess in case someone saw her. she reaches for them and sets them down by the other. "here's some new clothes for when you're ready. how's your pain though? i have an oxycodone from my hospital scrubs that i forgot to return."

#i know this thread hasn't lasted long but i love evelyn already ngl #virgowritesx #penny:threads #penny:evelyn

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🖤 @destruqtivist // starter !!

body rigid on a leather armchair — she was nervous.  it’s been over a decade since her parents’ murder. she hardly even remembers what happened really. why bring it up now? were they worried about her state of mind? had she done something wrong? been distracted? showed some weakness?

doctor hannibal lecter. she’d heard of him of course. and she wasn’t fond of being on the ant’s end of the magnifying glass. but, ordered by the HIGH TABLE themselves, an absence to this appointment was not an option.

she’s the first to break the silence.

“why am i here doctor?”

#destruqtivist #rosario:threads #rosario:dr.lecter

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who’s your comfort fc. the one you could use a thousand times over and never tire of. you just see them and your heart warms. write them in the tags bc i’m curious

#ivana baquero #i love her so much omg #ooc.

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en eso somos un poco iguales, piensa rosario — su cuerpo ya un museo de heridas en consequencia de su pasado y estilo de vida.

la suerte solo esta a favor de los que hacen lo incorrecto. "en eso tienes razon," dice antes de tomar de su trago. "no te preocupes chica. yo hablo demasiado cuando bebo. tomalo como compensacion por tener que escucharme la noche entera."

" Vɪᴇᴊᴀs ʜᴇʀɪᴅᴀs ᴅᴇ ᴜɴ ᴘᴀsᴀᴅᴏ ǫᴜᴇ ᴀᴜ́ɴ ᴍᴇ ᴀᴛᴏʀᴍᴇɴᴛᴀ ᴘᴇʀᴏ ʏᴀ ᴇsᴛᴏʏ ᴀᴄᴏsᴛᴜᴍʙʀᴀᴅᴀ " 𝐝𝐢𝐣𝐨 𝐥𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞 𝐧𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐚 𝐝𝐞 𝐥𝐚 𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐝𝐚 𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐚 𝐝𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐧, 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐨 𝐞𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐪𝐮𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐮𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐬.

" Aᴍɪɢᴀ, ʟᴀ sᴜᴇʀᴛᴇ sᴏ́ʟᴏ ᴇsᴛᴀ ᴀ ғᴀᴠᴏʀ ᴅᴇ ʟᴏs ǫᴜᴇ ʜᴀᴄᴇɴ ʟᴏ ɪɴᴄᴏʀʀᴇᴄᴛᴏ. Gʀᴀᴄɪᴀs ᴘᴏʀ ᴇʟ ᴛʀᴀɢᴏ, ʏᴏ sᴜᴇʟᴇ sᴇʀ ǫᴜɪᴇ́ɴ ɪɴᴠɪᴛᴀ ᴀ ᴀʟɢᴜɪᴇɴ " 𝐫𝐢̄𝐞 𝐮𝐧 𝐩𝐨𝐜𝐨.

#xperimentalempresso #rosario:threads #rosario:rawvana

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thank you for responding :) send me the link to your starters tag!

#answered #xperimentalempresso

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@destruqtivist continued from ( x )

There  is  an  obvious  distrust  looming  behind  his  gaze.  After  so  much  war,  it  had  a  way  of  jading  people.  Either  people  wanted  to  use  him  or  they  wanted  him  dead.  There  was  seldom  any  other  purposes  for  those  around  him.  Those  who  sought  to  help  him  did  so  out  of  fear  or  with  the  intention  of  having  him  repay  them.  He  wondered  where  she  would  fall  in  such  a  world.

If  he  had  to  wager  he’d  suspect  it  was  fear  motivating  her.  But  he  has  lost  too  much  blood  and  could  feel  it  waning  against  his  abilities  and  strength.  Each  staggered  step,  drift  of  consciousness,  and  unsteady  focus  pushed  him  into  a  more  precarious  situation.  He  would  really  be  in  a  dilemma  if  anyone  came  and  found  him  who  did  want  him  dead.  Ren  is  accessing  her  for  her  potential  danger  to  him.  His  choice  had  already  been  made:  he  would  accept  her  aid.  After  all,  he  has  little  options.  Bleeding  to  death  did  not  thrill  him.

❝  You  have  a  point  there.  You  serve  no  purse  dead  so  can  you  heal  this?  ❞  His  hand  lifts  from  the  wound  gashing  at  his  side,  eyes  flickering  to  her  face  gauging  her  reaction.    ❝  If  you  try  anything  funny  I  will  kill  you.  ❞

she nods. “don’t release the pressure on it,” she says, instinctively reaching for her medic bag, until she remembers he distrusts her still.

“it’s all medical supplies,” she assures him, before bringing the bag to view,  opening it so that the contents are visible to him. “i carry no weapon.”

she grabs some gauze, saline, and basic pressure dressing materials. but she doesn’t really know what she’ll need until she sees what she’s working with. “if you let me, i can take a closer  look.”

she waits; gauges his reaction — but there’s nothing but a guarded barricade behind dark eyes. even fatally wounded he’s intimidating. she hesitates. but she notices how his consciousness wavers, and she decides that if she’s really going to help him, she has to act soon.

the first step is the hardest — she’s walking to an oppressor; a terrorist; possibly to her killer. but the closer she gets, she can’t help but see another wounded soul that shouldn’t be left to die alone. it’s what she does — she’s seen so much,  that even the monsters she’s got pity for. it sickens her sometimes. but it might as well be what’s keeping her alive right now.

now that she’s close enough, she dons some gloves from her back pocket. she tentatively reaches towards where his hand guarded his wound. she avoids looking at him, focusing on the injury itself. “let me see it,”  she says. “it’ll probably be easier if you sit.”

#had to make it a separate post because my trim reblogs isn't working #destruqtivist #penny:kylo #penny:threads

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Oh? hand pauses — loose threads no longer a distraction. she's pleasantly surprised at the girl's candor ; it was unexpected. usually she's the forward one.

"oh yeah?" she asks, with an unsuppressed grin. "i'm all ears, blue."

she turns to face her, her shoulder now leaning against rough brick wall. she admires her for a second — porcelain skin; clear pools for eyes — unabashed. "so what's your name, sapphire beauty?" ( not like it really matters; she's going to keep using pet names either way ).

"and more importantly, to what do i owe the pleasure?"

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did she go there often? what an oblivious little thing. a laugh,—charming, mischievous — fitting of its owner.  “no i didn’t just go there sweet-pea — I was the main show girl.” a gesture down her figure, toying with some stray fibers of a very worn jacket. “i know i don’t look like much now, but I used to put on a hell of a show.” a cocky grin; a fleeting memory of sultry songs and dim-lit performances. a shrug. “you’ve got me stumped though hun — that’s where most people know me from. have you really seen me before or did you just really want an excuse to talk to me?”

A  pause,   Caitlyn  suddenly  reveling  in  the  honesty  and  confidence.   It’s  always  something  wholeheartedly  refreshing.

It’s  as  if,   at  least  for  once,   Caitlyn  doesn’t  have  to  hide  anything.   They’re  all  going  to  be  honest  with  each  other   ( which  isn’t  necessarily  true  –  Vi  knows  she’s  become  the  Sheriff,   Ekko  too,   but  she  isn’t  down  here  in  regular  clothing  because  she  wants  to. )    Caitlyn  just  smiles,   gives  this  little  shrug  to  her  shoulder.    Something  simple.

“   Maybe  I  just  wanted  that  excuse.   ”

#sorry this took ages. lmk if you lost muse for this and want to do something else instead! #also my trim reblogs isn't working so i wasn't able to cut it. #torntruth #gin:threads #gin:caitlyn

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I know I haven't been as active as I want to be and it's been hard to interact. I am still going to reply to the threads I have going and the starters I owe, but I know I have a lot of mutuals that I still haven't interacted with so

Send a number if you want to start interacting by:

1. ME writing you a starter (& tell me which muse you want me to use)

2. YOU writing me a starter

3. Talking about plot ideas through IMs

4. Sending ask memes

5. Talking ooc through IMs about what kind of relationship we want to establish for our muses

6. ME responding to one of your open starters (specify if you hava a preferred muse you want me to use)

7. ME checking out your wishlist and choosing a plot to try

8. Just come to my ask with any other idea you have.

#i know this is probably lame af but i love all of u and want you to know im still here and not ignoring you guys ❤ #im just hoping this makes it a little easier to start something since thats always the hardest part #open to nonmutuals as well bc fuck it why not #memes #ooc. #i should be on thursday night or friday to do replies!

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Once  a  king  dressed  in  red.   Warmed  by  the  flames  on  feather  bed.   While  all  the  town  starving  cried.   Chilled  by  winds,   Month  of  Ice.    Eat  them  of  frost.    Eat  them  of  snow.   The  monarch  decreed  to  them  below.   Up  on  a  spike  they  perched  his  head.   Cursed  his  name.   Burned  his  stead.   Hush-a-bye,   don’t  be  afright.   Mama  will  sing  all  through  the  night.   Many  an  hour  before  morning  sun.   Don’t  dream  of  horror  yet  to  come.

NOW  I’M  COMING  TO  END  YOUR  TYRANNY.    partially  affiliated  multi-muse  ft.  dishonored  muses.      ©

#promo #great mun & muses 💜

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I'm going to be out of town without my laptop until the 17th so I probably won't do replies until then but I'll be on mobile if anyone wants to plot or anything until then!

#ooc.

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MEET ASTRID / "RED"

paranormal investigator / freelance pianist

original character. 20's. cis female. demisexual.

she's bitter, rude, and can kinda kick your ass.

fc // saoirse ronan

x BIO

#new muse #ooc. #indie rp #paranormal rp #supernatural rp #twilight rp

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Terrible First Meeting Starters

For breaking the ice in the worst possible way, featuring themes including: kidnapping, murder, stalking, injury, monsters, and just general meanness. [Brackets] indicate spaces to include your own words to personalize your ask!

“Wh-who are you? Where are we? Why are we tied up together?!” “You almost killed me, so no, it’s not nice to meet you.” “Oh my god, are you okay? Should I call an ambulance?” “I wondered when you were going to wake up. You almost didn’t survive.” “Get out of my way before I move you myself.” “Please, let me out of here!” “You’re staring like you’ve never seen a [monster/vampire/demon/etc] before.” “Hey. Pretend you were waiting for me. You’re being followed.” “You don’t know me, but something terrible is going to happen.” “You’re in the wrong place at the wrong time.” “Please, someone help!” “You shouldn’t be out here all by yourself this late at night.” “Stop shining that flashlight on me! I’m not a damn ghost!” “I’m sorry if I hurt you.” “Shh, don’t scream! I’m not trying to attack you!” “I’ve never seen anything like you before.” “Stand right there and don’t get any closer!” “Now that you’ve seen this, I can’t let you leave and just tell anyone.” “Ugh, my head. What happened to us?” “Is there a reason you’ve been following me for an hour?” “If you come near me, I will scream at the top of my lungs.” “Holy shit. What have you done?!” “Is that blood? Is that YOUR blood?” “Don’t panic, I can explain!” “I promise you, this isn’t what it looks like.” “I won’t hurt you if you just keep your mouth shut.” “Who are you? Where are you taking me?!” “This is for your own safety. I’ll explain later.” “What the hell was that thing back there?!” “There’s something wrong with me. I need your help!” “Please, someone, there’s been an emergency!” “You can’t leave. You’re a witness and now you’ve involved.” “I’m being hunted, and now they’ve seen you too.” “If you believe in any god, I suggest praying to them now.” “Shh! Hide here, and don’t move a muscle.” “Can I walk with you? I think I’m being followed.” “I’m so sorry. I don’t like tricking people, but I had to lure you here.” “Fuck off, this is private property!” “I’ve seen some weird shit, but you’re something else.” “Oh my god. Are you a [monster/demon/angel/etc]?” “Don’t look at me like that, with those eyes.” “That isn’t your blood. What did you do?” “I promise not to tell anyone, just let me go!” “Come with me. I want to show you something.” “You’re not going to eat me, are you?” “You should never have approached me. You don’t know who you’re dealing with.” “Go away, I’m not looking for a conversation.” “You don’t just follow people to their homes! I’m calling the police.” “Please, I’ll do anything, just untie me!” “I’m sorry if I scared you.” “I had to tie you up. You didn’t leave me any other choice.” “I don’t even know you. What do you mean, I ‘have’ to go with you?” “We almost died back there. Maybe we should introduce ourselves.” “Let go of me!” “I’m hurt. Please, I need you to call an ambulance for me.” “You have to come with me, something bad is about to happen!” “I’m not leaving until you tell me why you’ve been following me!” “Seeing as we may not survive, I should tell you my name. It’s [name].”

#memes

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@xperimentalempresso 🖤'd for a starter !!

por lo general, rosario no es tan entrometida. siendo que la chica se aisla ( costumbre de los que pecan ), eventualmente termina buscando algun tipo de contacto social — aunque resulte en decir algo… desconsideradamente.

“que te ha pasado?” pregunta, ojos oscuros fijandose en las cicatrices de la otra. “te compro un trago? ya que parece que  la noche no va a tu favor?”

#hope this is ok! #she's from spain so i wanted to practice writing in spanish for her. let me know if you prefer english #rosario:threads #rosario:rawvana #xperimentalempresso

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would you prefer me to go to someone else next time? of course, she'd expected an answer like that. "look, forget i said anything—" she starts, only for words to go unsaid, unprepared for the other to offer more of a response. so she listens, as she puts away the remains of her first aid kit (which she really should restock soon).

"evelyn..." she says once the other goes silent, testing it out on her tongue. "don't worry, i know you can't tell me. i figure you'd be going to an actual hospital if you could." she hands her a glass of water, sitting down opposite of her. "sorry. i don't mean to pry. it's just — it's hard always seeing someone hurt and never otherwise." a shrug. "i chose that life for myself though, i suppose."

the blonde almost cracks a smile before wincing at the split down the center of her lip. “would you prefer me to go to someone else next time?” she knows it’s not what the other meant, but sarcasm as a defense mechanism was her favorite past time. it wasn’t like she hadn’t noticed the other from the beginning. the way her long brown hair hung down her back, how gentle she always was when she tended to evelyn, the sweet tone in her voice. perhaps she had assumed it was herself that was going unnoticed. “it always looks worse than it is.” she says dismissively, she didn’t realize anyone cared enough to be worried about the condition she usually ended up in due to the nature of her job. “it comes with the territory i suppose.” a pause fills the air with silence for just a moment, as if she’s deciding whether or not her name is too personal. “my birth name is evelyn.” she feels the need to clarify. “but i typically go by other names. it’s my profession that usually lands me in your care, and no i can’t tell you anything else about it.”

#thanks for your response :) #virgowritesx #penny:threads #penny:evelyn