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✨ @wreckngbll. meme. still accepting!
3. What current rp trend do you hate?
𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖘 shitlookssofuckingoofy like if 𝓾𝓻 𝓹𝓾𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓷 all ᵗʰᵉˢᵉ ᵏⁱⁿᵈˢ of 𝓈𝓉𝓊𝓃𝓉𝓈 for a ꜱʜɪᴛᴛʏ ʀᴇᴘʟʏ where ( ur ) [ muse] just says /h e L l O/ u can נυѕт α∂мιт u got a small weewee and 𝓷𝓸 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓯𝓲𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮 in ur writing and go tbh
25. are you open to duplicates? why / why not?
i mostly rp with ocs since canon rpers can be a pain in the ass by being douchebags to people with ocs and yes im talking to the ‘ i love all ocs send me ur ocs, i the holy and perfect canon rper will deem them worthy and love them ’ crowd who really actually treats ocs like theyre F tier like they said they wouldnt. if i follow a canon rper theyve passed my vibe check. and the canon muses i rp with usually dont have duplicates anyway. so i dont really care. tho if im required to answer i’d rather just keep it to one version of a muse for the sake of consistency. but as i said!!! really no real opinion on the matter.....
35. do you read other people’s threads or do you only read your own?
not really. well........... if one of my mutuals is rping with someone that stinks i pause and look at it and shake my head and keep scrolling. also if i have two mutuals interacting.... cuz i love that.... the crossover power... reowr. love it! i have a few mutuals who interact regularly and i rly love it.... so spicy and fun to read. @oplitis and @goodluckgokudo yall r mvps.... luv ur threads.... luv the hateration and bashing and absolute insanity u bring.
stream ‘ black mirror ’ by oneus https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LnB2Zg3um0g
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THE ROOM IS LOUD, the chatter is almost relaxing for them now, the howling wind of the martian desert tends to haunt them when there is silence, and they far prefer the talk, the tink of glasses tapping together, of utensils scraping plates, the pop of champagne. their eyes scan the brightly lit ballroom. the smell of strange treats, foods brought from around the universe. it’s a rather extravagant affair, and it’s no wonder why they were invited. social status will do you wonders in places like these. perhaps that is why they aren’t surprised when they see him. when gold eyes land on that silken hair neatly tied off their shoulders, framing their face. they wonder for a moment how peter may have come to be here, what powers in the universe might have brought them both here after so long. the look in nureyev’s eyes makes their chest tight in a way they haven’t felt in some time, and their date for the night seems to notice, going to get herself a second drink when pilot abandons her in the crowd.
PEREYRA MOVES CAREFULLY, an almost perfect tap of feels against the marble floor, a side effect of their new heel, a mix of metal and synthetic glass giving the sharp point the appearance of porcelain without the delicate nature of glass. the lack of variety in height does leave them irritated but there isn’t much to be done about that now. they wonder idly if peter will notice. they doubt it. it has been some time since they last saw one another. that doesn’t stop the butterflies, though the fire of the fear of being known has faded, it lingers in embers in their chest.
“ IS THERE A NAME TO MATCH SUCH A PRETTY FACE ? ” the ex-mayor queries, amusement bright in their features, it’s an old joke they have only ever told once or twice, but it is something they hope brings a smile to peter’s face.
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❝ why the hell didn’t you say anything ?! ❞ ( VESPA !! )
TENSION IS A DANGEROUS THING, if you take a band of elastic, and every day you move the ends just a little bit further away from one another, something tends to happen : it snaps, and more often than not, that snap tends to harm someone, even if that someone just so happens to be you. they’ve had that sort of tension, mostly due to ransom, hiding things from your family is bound to cause problems, it just so happens buddy isn’t around to solve those problems this time.
“ AND WHY THE HELL WOULD I ? ” juno’s response is immediate, a snap in response to what should be a reasonable question coming from a member of his crew, his family. but he’s frustrated and his head hurts and now just really isn’t the time for him to be playing friendly with the teacher’s pet. “ i dunno if you know this, but your lack of trust in anyone but buddy, is kind of obvious, ilkay, and that road tends to go both ways, so how about you back off, dammit.” he growls back, hand moving to cover his half bandaged side. it’s not like it’s the worst he’s dealt with, just . . . probably something he should have mentioned before getting caught savaging through the medbay’s cabinets.
《 @wreckngbll︱prompt ! 》
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Starter for @wreckngbll (Dawn and Nicky!)
Dawn truly despised trying to do research in the London branch of their esteemed Institute. The organisation felt almost entirely different to that of her home town and not in a good way. The library, as small as it was at home, was consistent in everything being where she needed it to be. This building here felt like it moved things away from where she wanted them to be despite the amount of librarians they claimed to have.
“Sorry, excuse me, I’m looking for a book on the presence of the buried in relation to debt.” Some could say that was her specialist subject, but they were having problems again and she wanted to nip it in the bud as soon as she could. “I have the classification noted down but it doesn’t look like it’s here.” A wave of a yellow post-it to emphasise her point in collaboration with a friendly smile.
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[ @wreckngbll ] : 𝙴𝚅𝙰𝙽 & 𝙱𝚁𝙸𝙳𝙶𝙴𝚃𝚃𝙴 / PODCAST STARTER CALL
“Have you ever considered it?” The question is asked hesitantly, quietly, so unlike the person he’s worked on becoming. This is the Evan who still doesn’t feel entirely comfortable in crowds, who’d like to turn down invitations, but ends up going anyway. For a moment he even forgets about the usual effort to maintain eye contact and his gaze drops to the cup in his hand. “Leaving, I mean? Really leaving?”
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@wreckngbll ❤'d for a starter { for Jonah }
Carla's dress was black as night when she opened the door. While she gave a polite curtsy in greeting, Fanshawe’s only just recently received letter burned in her mind. She reached out by the door for her cane and stepped across the threshold with a smile that did not reach her doll-blue eyes.
“Let’s walk, Magnus, there is nothing quite like it to relieve the stiffness that creeps in with travel.” She did not wait for a response, gliding past. She ignored the gap where a tree had been, refusing to think how it had been burned to ash for reasons she will never know.
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@wreckngbll said “you okay?” from spencer !
heights didn't always appeal, they never sung to her in childhood or any other phase of her life: not especially frightening, never a phobia, never worth even noting. perhaps the brunette is evolving - or, perhaps, she clings to traumas with only the false premise of trying to make sense of them, evolving around them, healing over them. some nights this is exactly what she needs cold air && stars to stare at instead of cracks on motel ceiling.
case is done, and when morning comes they will disappear to the next one. but for now who could blame her for being unable to sleep? ❝ you’re up here too, shouldn’t I be asking you the same? ❞ maeve doesn't move, crossed legs beneath herself and slowly forming morning dew decorating the surfaces of all that surrounds her like fairy ring in children’s myths. ready to swallow her up and steal profiler from sight if she’s so much as out of vision for a little bit too long.
❝ I'm okay, really. just had a headache, cold air usually helps. ❞
send “you okay?” to find my muse sitting alone on a roof at night. | accepting
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❛ we could get arrested for this. ❜
@wreckngbll ( peter nureyev ) liked for a starter .
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a kiss on the corner of the mouth. [ from ezekiel ]
Zora feels the kiss to the corner of their mouth and they glance at Zeke with a certain mischief in their eyes. "Isn't that so sweet of you..." They purr, having been a bit distracted from the drawing that they were trying to finish.
"I suppose you'd want a few more kisses after that, now don't you? I guess a break for affection is something I could deal with."
It's not long before they place the sketchbook aside and cuddle up closer to Zeke, returning the gesture in kind and another kiss to his lips.
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❛ i just got startled by a disco ball. ❜ - Garcia
" that's a word for it, " livvy informs breathlessly. she's still tucked just behind the man, staring out with wide and frightened eyes at the shattered relic in the middle of what was once a roller rink. it's a striking image; the shattered disco ball in the middle of the floor, the hole it's torn through the ceiling illuminating the decaying building around them in sunbeams. she can picture the place in it's hayday, the colorful outfits and the lively conversations; they're going to be seeing it as such soon enough.
livvy skips forward and kicks the disco ball's carcass, specifically the two bullet holes he's put into it's side, " i think you killed it, "
bfu starters my beloved
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actual thor???? is that u ??? i honestly ADORE your protrayal of thor. you have such a good grasp of him. He's fun and he's enjoyable and he's not the butt of the joke like he often becomes and you somehow balance things so perfectly. aslo his face claim ???? Sexy.
AAAAA I LOOOOVE YOU
@wreckngbll / p.
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@wreckngbll sent: 👗 Fix/Straighten my muse’s clothes [ Peter ] || Nonverbal starters
There’s a huff of annoyance when she just couldn’t get the cuff to button properly, a curse muttered under her breath when the sleeve seemed to simply open back up again. When it came to formal attire, Theo much preferred suits, slacks and button-up’s versus dresses, skirts and blouses. Though, she’s never quite mastered the art of such attire, mostly growing up having to wear dresses to formal events under her parents.
Though she won’t admit it, she’s almost thankful when Peter notices her struggle, stiffening when he takes a hold of her wrist. She only grows lax once again when his attention is focused on the button now, finishing it in a few moments just to gesture to her other arm, lowering the proper one and granting him the other open sleeve.
“....Thanks.”
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" i should just go to America. I'd get a girlfriend there instantly. "( Agnes to Gertrude tho )
TIRED EYES FIND THE OTHER’S FORM, she’s been monster hunting, if she didn’t know any better she might suspect her age is finally catching up with her, though the same can’t be said for the prophet. gertrude almost cracks a smile at agnes’ comment, she wonders idly if the cult would follow, knows that they would, actually. though she is surprised that they haven’t tried to drag agnes away, see if distance might make a difference to their . . . bond. “ getting bored of us already then ? ”
* ⟢ @wreckngbll︱prompted !
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✨ @wreckngbll. meme. still accepting!
❝ A lot to think about. This traffic jam is taking forever. I knew I should've just walked and hopped on the train or some shit.
1. What will I make for dinner? Buldak? A simple salad and some bread? Mom sent me this really good recipe for bún bò huế and I'm eager to make it. I'm only working four hours, so I got time for that. I have time for the soup. I’ll make the soup. It’s a soup day.
2. Wait, I forgot to feed my Neopet! WAIT, OH NO—!
3. I was talking to someone I used to go to college with and she said the ever working mind is still mysterious to all of us to a point where it may be the only real thing. It gets deceived while dreaming but then dreams are also mysterious. The external world can only be inferred from one's perception of it. Anti-reality. That’s sooo fuckin’ trippy.
4. I want a milkshake. Soooooooo bad. Might do some crazy shit like jump outta my car and run to the nearest Flippin Burger. ❞
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Starter for @wreckngbll (Aiobh for Ellis!)
Aiobh didn’t often catch wind of other people like her. Or at least, not people like her who could do anything like hold a conversation. Most people who gave themselves to the corruption became little more than vessels for those that lived within them, they were hardly people who could hold a conversation about giving their lives to something more than them.
So when her little loves came back saying that there was someone who smelt like her that they’d tasted on the air and then led her to the doors of the Usher Institute of all places, rather than a junk yard or otherwise, she could hardly believe her luck. It wasn’t hard for her to whedle her way into where she wanted to be, she was a combination of dull and unsettling that had people turn away from her, even here.
“It’s you,” she whispered as she saw them. Even here she could tell when she’d seen one of her own and she was confident she’d be able to know it was them even without the happy song of those who encompassed her. A few of the more brave among them dared to flutter towards this new person and attempt to land. It was them trying to welcome the newbie into their fold, she knew, although she herself hovered back a little.
“I haven’t been in a lab for a while now,” she mused, brushing her hand over a clean white surface, leaving it with a path of dust where her fingers had been.
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@wreckngbll : ocs starter call [ 𝙰𝙲𝙲𝙴𝙿𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 ]
“You know, sometimes this whole avatar-thing really has its perks. I haven’t burned myself on food or the oven in a long time”, Rikar declares cheerfully, as he puts the pizza for them down on his small kitchen table.
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