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#1980s rp
blutweiss · 7 months
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ᵀʰᵉʸ'ʳᵉ ᵃˡˡ ᵍᵒⁿⁿᵃ
ᴸᵃᵘᵍʰ ᵃᵗ ʸᴼᵁ
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ofyorkshire · 6 months
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OPEN — In which your muse is There to be grabbed by police (or someone, we can play with it) with BJ not because they were really wanted, but because they were with him in the wrong place wrong time. This presumes that they already know each other to some degree and are at least friendly acquaintances, but there is no need to have interacted before.
Barry James Anderson did not know how long they had been trapped there. The rope tied around his wrists and ankles was beginning to chafe, the thick hood over his head growing claustrophobic. There was no light here, had not been for a long while, and their captors had not returned for several hours. BJ would worry that they were being left to die here among the dust and rats if not for the fact that he recognised them. Recognised their voices.
The van had come when he and his companion were walking. It had been a nice evening and they had plans for dinner. "My treat," BJ had told them, grinning. "Fell into some good money this week." But down a darkened street, the van seemed to form from shadow, and men, four of them, all in dark clothes and dark masks, grabbed them both before BJ could register what was happening. Chloroform made the going down easier.
They had laid there in the back of the van for hours, not unconscious, but dizzy and fume-sick. Their hands had been tied the moment they were shoved into the back, and hoods thrown over their heads. The men's voices were distant and garbled in BJ's ears, but sometimes they laughed and he could feel them as they tormented his friend; the jerk and moan of a soft body next to him. A kick to the stomach here, a cigarette snuffed out there. BJ knew because he got the same, and by the time the van finally stopped and its rattling engine cut, he was sore from head to toe and too tired to beg.
From there they were led somewhere cool and damp that smelled of mildew. Not near a road, or not a well-trafficked one—BJ had listened hard, but there was no rumble of cars or any sound at all. No birds, no wind... It was as if they had been transported somewhere outside of the rest of the world. Spirited away from the world of the living and vanished into the shadow of a nightmare. They were alone here, him and his unfortunate friend. And BJ knew it was his fault.
Their captors had said nothing of substance to them no matter how much they were questioned. They worked them over until their bruises were refreshed and the ache in their ribs returned, then left them without a word. Without food. Without water. Without a single fucking hint as to why they were there.
"I'm sorry," BJ murmured. He didn't know if his friend was still conscious, but it needed saying. Because he knew. He could not bring their faces to his memory just now, but he knew those voices as well as he knew his own. "I'm so sorry... Are you—" Okay? Of course not. "Are you badly hurt?"
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warriours · 2 years
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                           Warriors Come Out and PLAY
                                18+ Triggering Material will be present but tagged
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writingpromptneeds · 7 months
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'the shining' (1980) prompts. 🪓
'Just make yourself at home.' 'It always takes a little time to make new friends.' 'I don't want to go there.' 'This whole place is such an enormous maze.' 'Why don't you want to talk about it?' 'This storm is really something, isn't it?' 'I wish we could stay here forever.' 'I must be losing my mind.' 'What happened to your neck?' 'You were always the best of them.' 'There's someone else in the hotel with us.' 'That doesn't matter. You're the important one.' 'What do they call you around here?' 'I've always been here.' 'What do you want to talk about?' 'Have you ever thought about my responsibilities?' 'Stay away from me!' 'Give me the bat.' 'You've got a big surprise coming to you.' 'I can't get out!' 'Here's ___!' 'Anybody here?' 'I'm coming!' 'You can't get away!' 'Great party, isn't it?' 'I'm right behind you!'
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rylee-l-shepard · 17 days
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daniel got tired so i got cozy. i don’t think i make a good pillow but whatever. if he doesn’t get up in 5 minutes i might shove him i can’t feel my leg
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state-of-disorder · 8 months
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I am very normal and definitely not insufferable if you ask me about them
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stelacole · 1 year
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psd coloring : 𝐏𝐒𝐃 𝟒𝟔𝟏 : 𝐃𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐄
a psd coloring on deviantart.  feel free to adjust layers if you want to. just keep the credit to me still ! it might not work on all colors the same
PRICE : free for my watchers there ( if you don’t have deviantart or don’t want to watch my account there, hmu and i can send you my ko-fi you can donate on and ill send you the psd after it ! )
https://www.deviantart.com/anniexoxos/art/psd-461-divine-961254909
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danny-k-daniel · 16 days
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#fitoftheday!! is it fly or what?
(some lame brats woke us up by throwing rocks at me n Rylee!!! the audacity.)
anyways! rylee is taking me to breakfast now!! bye!!!!!
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welcometoglumfalls · 10 months
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Radio station static buzzes in, and suddenly you're in 1984 tuning in to Starr FM Radio... “Welcome to Glumfalls, home to some highlights including the Glumfalls Hornets, military retirees, Elks Lab, and America’s Best Diner for a sweet Cherry Pie. It’s quiet in our little town, here on this beautiful summer of 1984. School’s out and business is booming at the lake. If you’re visiting from elsewhere, welcome. We’ve got memories to be made, and a summer you will never forget…” ||ABOUT|| Paranormal-Horror 18+ OC Roleplay Server on Discord Join Discord
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crown-queen-bambee · 1 year
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From the 70s to the 80s
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My simself and her hubby Johnathan 😍
1974/1982
Lately I been loving dressing them up in Vintage clothes for my Royal Save (Lol though I have them in a Throwback Save).
Follow my Royal/Throwback RP on Instagram: crown_queen_bambee
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pastelplasters · 5 months
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looking for a 80s roleplay server?
look no further!!
⸝⸝ ꒰ 𝐒𝐀𝐍 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐎, 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟔 🗯️ㆍ₊⊹˚。𖦹☆°‧⋆> ㅤ𝐖elcome to San Francisco! The Bay Area is truly lovely around this time of year. Whether you are a tourist or a local, feel free to make yourself as comfortable as you desire, and explore the city for what it's worth.> ㅤ
> ㅤ 𝐖ith Ozzy Osbourne's new abum The Ultimate Sin being released in early 1986, San Francisco's hard rock and metal scene has seen somewhat of a revival during this year. The Bay Area has always been known for its thrash community, and although it's southern sister city Los Angeles has more of a glam reputation, you can truly find any genre of person here. And now, new bands have been on the rise in inspiration of the greats. Will they succeed, or will they fall into a pit of irrevelancy?
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ofyorkshire · 1 year
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           It is the 4th of October, 1979. Barry James Anderson is twenty years old, but he feels one-hundred.
          He sits at the corner of some nothing little street, cigarette burning down to his fingertips, and watches people pass. It's going on 9.30 p.m. He's got less than twenty-four hours before Joe Rose comes calling. Twenty four hours to scrounge up the money he owed him, or his debt's worth in blow. Neither seems likely, and the Spencer Boys are good to him, but not that good. Deadlines are expected to be met, even from their own, and BJ's been running on borrowed time for the past month.
          An old woman with hair dyed so black it looks blue hobbles past the grocery store, and he's a little surprised to see her out. Not many women, young or old, go out after dark anymore. Not with ol' Jack still on the loose. She'd be easy, BJ thinks. The image of following her down the street and dragging her into some shadowed alley comes to him like visions from Devils. His fingers flex around the outline of his switchblade tucked neatly into his pocket. She'd give up any money she had without any fuss, he's sure. Old ladies couldn't be nearer to death but they're always so keen on staying alive.
          She's turning, crossing the street to his. The muscles in BJ's thighs bunch. What might she have in her purse? £10? £20, if he's lucky?
          Closer. BJ jumps to his feet.
          Even if she doesn't have much money, that bracelet swinging around the old biddy's wrist would be worth something...
          Then, a man. He appears suddenly from BJ's left, out from behind a vehicle where he must have been waiting. He shouts something and joins the old woman with a hug and a shake of his head. BJ curses. Must be son. Good luck for old biddy. Bad luck for BJ.
          The pair walk back to the man's car and soon drive off, leaving BJ alone again to watch and wait.
          10.13 p.m. The streets are emptier than before, and BJ is getting restless. If he can't get the cash, Joe Rose will have him good.
          10.32 p.m. They catch his attention immediately. They look exhausted, barely shuffling one foot in front of the other, and with no one else around, BJ thinks that might be the best opportunity he's going to get. He follows them at a small distance for a while, light-footed in ratty trainers, and waits until they turn the corner, away from the safety of the street lamps. Then, swift and silent, he's on them. One hand claps around their mouth as he half drags-half pushes them into the alley. The business end of his switchblade presses dangerously against the soft of their waist.
          "Don't scream," he hisses. "Scream and we'll kill you."
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allaglow · 1 year
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Cinderella came forward and offered Donald a pumpkin. “She’s making fun of him!” giggled Louie. But the pumpkin turned into a sportscar when Donald put it on the floor. Huey, Dewey, and Louie couldn’t believe their eyes! “Don’t look so surprised!” teased Cinderella, and to Donald she said, “Come on, get behind the wheel!” 
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shotgunglitter · 7 months
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🫧🫖🩰🐚
My name is Luci. I am currently seeking roleplay partners. male, female, or non-binary — it doesn’t matter to me.
:readmore:
While this is a new blog, I am not new to tumblr itself. If you wish to roleplay, follow and message me! Or you may ask to roleplay through sending me an ask, or you can even ask my oc questions!
I love to do oc x oc and oc x cc. I am mainly a fan of 70s-00s movies such as: The Godfather, Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, Fast Times At Ridgemont High, The Breakfast Club, Pretty in Pink, and Buffalo ‘66
In those movies I can play:
The Godfather: Connie Corleone
Ferris Bueller’s Day Off: Sloane Peterson, Jeanie Bueller
Fast Times at Ridgemont High: Stacy Hamilton
The Breakfast Club: Claire Standish, Allison Reynolds
Pretty in Pink: Andie Walsh
Buffalo ‘66: Layla
I am seeking someone to play these characters (in a cc x oc roleplay.):
The Godfather: Michael Corleone
Ferris Bueller’s day off: Cameron Frye
Fast Times at Ridgemont High: Mike Damone
The Breakfast Club: Brian Johnson, Andrew Clark
My Characters:
Laurie Wilson
Age: 19
Era: 1980s
Playby: Christina Applegate
Backstory: In the works.
Pandora D’Arc
Age: 23
Era: 1970s
Playby: Isabelle Adjani
Backstory: Pandora Jean D’Arc was born to two loving parents, named Mary Elizabeth and James in Newark, New Jersey. Pandora is of Italian and American descent, and has a very prominent ‘Jersey’ accent. Growing up, Pandora was always surrounded by her family. She mostly spent time with her cousins as a child, and her grandmother. As a teenager, she picked up negative habits such as smoking. Her and her friends thought it would be a cool thing to do, as they would snag a cigarette from one of their parents before meeting up at an abandoned trailer park nearby one of their houses. Pandora didn’t realize that it would become an addiction that felt almost impossible for her to break. Despite this, she did well in school. After Highschool, she pursed a job at a local office for bookkeeping. In this time, it was pretty hard to be bookkeeper as a female. But Pandora didn’t need to go to college or anything to pursue this job. She was trained for weeks, and then took an exam to qualify.
Other information: Pandora stands at about 5’5” and weight 126 lbs. She has a prominent pear shape, and mostly dresses in a bohemian style. Pandora’s personality is what people call a “phlegmatic”, which means a relaxed and peaceful person. She is very hardworking, and dislikes when people interrupt her work. Pandora is a “treat others the way you want to be treated”, type of person. If you are kind to her, she’s kind to you. If someone is an utter bitch to her, she will not hesitate to return that same bitchy energy to that person.
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writingpromptneeds · 7 months
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'the fog' (1980) prompts. ☁️
'Almost midnight.' 'Suddenly, out of the night, the fog rolled in.' 'I just really wanna be careful.' 'Are you lonely?' 'Alright. I'm drunk enough. Let's go back.' 'It's right beside us.' 'I like what you said but for your information, you lied.' 'Sometimes you're a real pain.' 'Since you picked me up, things have been going wrong.' 'I'm bad luck.' 'What difference does it make?' 'I think you're taking this much too seriously.' 'Did you see his eyes?' 'You shouldn't go out there.' 'Hope no one else gets lost out there in the fog.' 'Well, this is gonna sound a little strange.' 'I know it sounds crazy.' 'You sound different tonight.' 'There's something different about this fog.' 'Everything's going crazy.' 'Stay away from the door.' 'Anybody here?' 'We'd better close the windows.' 'Get out of the fog.' 'There's nothing more to do here.' 'I don't even know if you can hear me.' 'I have to stay here.' 'There's something in the fog.' 'No matter where we go, it will find us.' 'If anything happens, lock the door.' 'I'm the one who must answer for it.' 'It's going away.' 'Look for the fog.' 'Why not me?'
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rylee-l-shepard · 16 days
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sun is rising and we woke up to some bitchass kids throwing rocks at us. stfu this is why we steal their bikes. daniel snores.
anyway im making him sleep in with me and then im dragging him to breakfast with me. then we will probably commit crimes. don’t tell his parents
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