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this just in, read all about it!

the RPG i’ve been writing in for the past year just closed, so i’m running back to the indie community! i’ve already begun to kick the dust off my tink blog (tinkiisms) but i’m gonna get my multi-muses cleaned up and active again as well so check me out!!!

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Beetlejuice (1988) dir. Tim Burton

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⤏ send me “plots please”

… and I’ll respond with  3  (or more)  interesting  plots / relationships / connections  I can think of for our muses!   There is  no pressure  for us to write any of them,   but it’s a great starting point for you to get a sense of how I think our muses might interact and what sorts of plots I’m most interested in happening between them  -  so don’t be shy!

for multimuse blogs make sure to specify who you’re looking to plot with

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Glad to see you're back!

thank you! i'm around trying to get things in order so hmu if you wanna plot or something!

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                night in the woods → sentence starters

slightly edited in some cases to work for rp purposes. feel free to change phrasing or pronouns to fit your muse(s)!

❝ Do you think we’d be friends if we weren’t, like, stuck together in the same town? ❞

❝ My entire life feels like running after something that keeps moving away into the distance, while I stay in the same place. ❞

❝ I believe in a universe that doesn’t care and people who do. ❞

❝ We’re all gonna die if we don’t keep living. ❞

❝ Go legally braindead from lack of oxygen due to choking on my entire ass! ❞

❝ There is not one person on God’s Earth who doesn’t love tacos! ❞

❝ I am so scared all the time and the fear hurts. ❞

❝ Pretty amazing, to be something at least. ❞

❝ I have really up up days and really down down days. And I don’t know which it is until it’s over sometimes. ❞

❝ Plastic bags are the ghosts of supermarkets. ❞

❝ Being the only queer people in town sucks. ❞

❝ Not knowing how something worked used to seem like… magic. Now not knowing means it might be going wrong and I may not be able to fix it . ❞

❝ When I die, I want it to hurt. When my friends leave, when I have to let go, when this entire town is wiped off the map, I want it to hurt. Bad. I want to lose. I want to get beaten up. I want to hold on until I’m thrown off and everything ends. And you know what? Until that happens, I want to hope again. And I want it to hurt. Because that means it meant something.  ❞

❝ It’s a fantastic ass right? ❞

❝ No fascists at this party! ❞

❝ You could vape. ❞

❝ You know when your body is like ‘Uh whoa I almost died,’ and you get all hyper because you’re filled with dolphins? ❞

❝ At the end of everything, hold on to anything. ❞

❝ If anyone’s going to ruin your night, it should be you. ❞

❝ I’m like, proud of us all, for having good-ass lives in a shitty, stupid, good-ass town. ❞

❝ Nothing is going to save us forever, But a lot of things can save us today. ❞

❝ And nobody cares! I wanted someone to notice things aren’t OK. ❞

❝ Once haunted, can a place be unhaunted? ❞

❝ We devote ourselves to something we barely understand, something we can never touch. We give it a name, and we give ourselves a name for doing so. All of it creates this connection. And that connection, that becomes the thing we can touch. ❞

❝ Oh my god. That was dangerous. I could’ve died. THAT WAS AMAZING! ❞

❝ There was until one afternoon… where something just broke. Reality broke. ❞

❝ They said I had an anger problem, but that’s not true. ❞

❝ I know this won’t save me in the end, but I don’t need it to save me forever, I just need it to save me now. ❞

❝ I have the worst face. I have a nightmare face. ❞

❝ Don’t panic but we’re maybe all gonna die soon. ❞

❝ Okay, I don’t feel comfortable with you objectifying my boyfriend. ❞

❝ I’m gonna go run around naked in the wooooooods! ❞

❝ You can’t take a woman’s husband just because he’s dead! ❞

❝ I am super, super gay. ❞

❝ I think my total gayness came through to the discerning reader. ❞

❝ I am extremely unhappy and you’re the only person who knows. ❞

❝ My dad/mom/parents didn’t like me. ❞ 

❝ My dad used to hit me a lot. ❞

❝ My mom like, wouldn’t feed me. ❞

❝ I’d be locked in there for a day sometimes, or overnight. So I’d try to develop psychic powers so I could like signal to the neighbors or unlock the door. Didn’t work, as you might guess. ❞

❝ I never told anybody. After a while, I started feeling guilty too, for some reason. Like this was something bad I was doing? ❞

❝ Being abused isn’t your fault at all. ❞

❝ I’m just glad I didn’t – yeah, anyway. ❞

❝ My dad had to stop drinking because he was a danger to me and my mom. ❞

❝ I want to grow giant and pick you all up and carry you somewhere safe. ❞

❝ Screw it! I’m doing two beers! I’m doing beer! ❞

❝ I guess beer is just one of those horrible things adults do. Like doing taxes and having babies. ❞

❝ Time makes most dangerous things less dangerous. ❞

❝ I stayed and grew up while you left and stayed the same. ❞

❝ I don’t even believe in hell and I hope they go straight there. ❞

❝ Hey you get that porn off your laptop? ❞

❝ You’re a smooth talker. you’re a smoothie. ❞

❝ Eff college!! All those rich kids and hot people all wring sex and having papers with each other! ❞

❝ I was just saying you look like crap because I love you. ❞

❝ Let’s steal from my boss, who trusted me! ❞

❝ ______ is probably bipolar. ❞

❝ I don’t know what this feeling is. ❞

❝ Don’t ever say daddy again. ❞

❝ I can’t not give a shit. ❞

❝ I thought you couldn’t leave home because of your… issue? ❞

❝ You’re home enough. ❞

❝ Isn’t it illegal to smoke indoors? ❞ 

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Hi, I’m back!

I don’t know what I had going on here....So I’m gonna be doing a big revamp probably

(this blog might end up being something between a multi-muse and a 1x1 hub tbh)

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HOW DO YOU NEED TO BE LOVED?

{ Lizzie Hearts }

Carefully, like a gentle rain on dry Earth

You've been left beaten down and by someone you really trusted and loved, so now love doesn't come easy for you. You want it to. You want to love and be loved, but you're not sure you remember how. So you need someone else to take the lead. They have to be gentle and sweet and patient. They have to watch out for you, and make sure you’re doing okay, because most days you feel a little fragile, if not totally shattered. But someone will come along who will put those pieces back together again.

Tagged by: @dreamxalittlexharder

Tagging: anybody who wants to!

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     It was really astonishing how the same person could be a successful super-heroine, as well as a super-klutz in her own time... Maybe it was the difference in how much attention she paid to her surroundings when she was fighting an akumatized person to protect the city, as opposed to walking down the street with her head lost in thoughts of her ordinary life.

     As she felt someone bump into her, she managed to catch her balance with only minimal flailing, and automatically went into waving away the unfortunate collision with a bright smile.

     “Sorry! No, it’s my bad--I’m fine, thank you.” Then she noticed the black cat fitting on the other’s shoulders and laughed in surprise; that wasn’t something you saw every day. “I hope that’s not bad luck for me...” she joked, though she did have a particular soft spot for black cats nowadays.

@defystars | for Marinette!

Paris. The City of Love. The City of Lights. Home of the Louvre, the Arc de Triomphe, the Eiffel Tower, and many other beautiful landmarks. It wasn’t really the first time Hisirdoux Casperan had been here, and nor would it be the last, but this time was different. He was here to find something. Something Merlin had hidden here. With a black cat firmly settled upon his shoulders, Douxie was a wizard on a mission, a mission to-

Just a glance to the side, taking his eyes off where he was going for just a moment, and he collided rather abruptly with someone. Oh, fuzzbuckets. A brief tap of Archie’s tail at the side of his head was enough to scold him, for now.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t- I wasn’t looking where I was going. Are you okay?”

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jabbers-wild-world​:

A tourist? He had to hold back a growl, had to fight the urge to bare his fangs at her. She was human. Didn’t she know humans weren’t allowed in Anima City? It was only with rare exception, and only on even rarer occasions. But no. No, he had to curb his anger, even if the feeling did sharpen the edges of his words now like knives.

“Tourists aren’t allowed in Anima City.” He shook his head, his whole body tense and defensive. “You should leave the way you came, and don’t come back. Outsiders aren’t welcome.” A step closer, a brief flash of confusion as he picked up another scent he couldn’t puzzle out, and then- Shouting from down the street, Shirou’s attention shifting toward the sound. And there it was, a small groan of annoyance, sharp canines briefly flashing between parted lips. Then his attention was on her again, his frown deepened. At least it didn’t seem like angry shouting. More celebratory still, at least for the moment. There was always the chance it could take a turn for the negative.

“This city isn’t some tourist attraction.” More shouting down the street, and he growled a bit, shaking his head. No. No, just ignore them. He had an entirely different situation to focus on, and honestly, whatever was happening, the police could handle it if it got out of hand. He didn’t need to get involved.. A step closer, a subtle sniff.

“You’re not the only one here, are you..”

     “J-je suis désolée, monsieur! Je ne savais pas...Ah, I didn’t know the city was closed to tourism.” Marinette took an instinctual step back in tandem with the stranger as he moved closer toward her, keeping a safe and polite distance between them. She wasn’t afraid exactly--she knew she could handle herself if it ever came down to it--but she had to be wary, especially considering how angry the man was. She knew negative emotion could turn dangerous in the blink of an eye.

     More-so than registering the sounds coming from down the street herself, she noticed the changes in his expression as he heard the commotion. She almost hoped he would take his sharp attention off her completely to check it out, but her unwelcome presence apparently held more interest than whatever was going on nearby. Only when he mentioned that she wasn’t alone, did her mind jump back to the friend who had dragged her here.

     “Alya! I have to find her.” As if she’d forgotten him entirely, Marinette turned away from the man who’d confronted her, toward the source of the ruckus; if Alya was anywhere nearby, she would be at the scene of the most excitement. Without second thought, she ran off in that direction.

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     Though the rest of the class trip had been lovely so far, of course there would be some kind of adventure to derail her enriching cultural experience; Marinette Dupain-Cheng could never have a normal day, could she? Alya had been talking to her about her research on this island inhabited by people who could transform into animals, and in her curiosity insisted on bringing Marinette along for a little field trip after touring hours when they were supposed to be resting in their hotel room.

     Honestly, Marinette couldn’t deny that she was interested herself--both girls wondered together as they made their way by ferry to the strange city whether they might learn anything relating to the Miraculous. Animal transformations, they had some amount of experience with...

     Almost as soon as she began to utter the phrase, “We should stick together,” did Alya say, “Let’s split up and cover more ground. Text me if you find anything good!” And then she was off, phone held conspicuously in front of her; Marinette suspected she was already recording her journey and winced with embarrassment.

     Managing to shake it off, the girl moved along, trying to keep her head down and a low profile as she walked on alone. “What are we doing here?” she asked quietly to the kwami hidden, as ever, inside her bag--and then jumped as her sentiment was echoed by a man’s voice behind her. She snapped her purse shut, immediately assuming the posture of innocence as she was wont to put on when caught in mischief, hands primly behind her back.

     “Um! I’m sorry--I’m just a tourist,” she answered.

@defystars | for Marinette!

Something wasn’t right. Tonight was supposed to be a holiday. Perhaps not an official one, but it was a peaceful occasion nonetheless. No killing, no fighting, just full Beastman glory in celebration, but- No. That couldn’t be right. What was a human doing here? Anima City wasn’t so free to them like this. Ears flicking forward, then back, and he shut his eyes, instead letting his nose paint the picture for him.. Beastman, Beastman, that one was a Beastman too.. and that one. A giraffe, a dog or two, a horse.. and then- Gotcha. He moved quietly through the streets, ignoring the occasional minor gatherings of Beastmen. Most of the larger parties had already wound down for the night, so now it was just a few smaller groups.

And he’d dropped his wolf form by now, as easily as flicking off a bit of dust from his jacket. He appeared to be no more than a man now, as he loomed behind the stranger in this city. He’d caught up to her, and he was going to find out exactly what was going on.

“What do you think you’re doing here?”

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I keep thinking about the SOFTest Grahamfield things.

When I came in this morning I Don’t Care by Ed Sheeran was playing, and it made me think of them. Like “I always feel like I'm nobody” + “And you’re making me feel like maybe I am somebody” vs. “I know how to be invisible here” + “Not to me, Warren”

I don't like nobody but you

It's like you're the only one here

And just picturing these things like 1. Max says or does something cute/funny and Warren is like “god I love you” and then she’s smiling and he’s flustered like “oh my god, I mean, I...” and she’s just like, “It’s okay, Warren, I know.”

2. They have movie nights and watch a lot of shitty movies because Max is a fucking hipster and Warren loves cult classics, and whenever they watch a scary movie and Max jumps/screams/hides her face in him he just laughs and laughs.

And I’m thinking about beach/pool day with the whole gang in this one alternate timeline where everyone is alive and happy. Rachel on Chloe’s shoulder’s and Max on Warren’s playing chicken and obviously team Amberprice beats team Grahamfield but they have fun anyway. And Max invites Kate to play and she’s like “no, thank you.” Victoria is sunbathing and staying out of the water and Nathan splashed her and she gets mad but eventually she gets in the water and has fun.

Max and Warren use the same amount of sunscreen but by the end of the day, Warren has this beautiful golden glow and Max is so sunburnt and salty, and he helps her apply aloe to treat it. And before she gets really red, when she’s had just the right amount of sun all her freckles really come out and Warren points them out and kisses her nose and cheeks a hundred times as if he’s trying to kiss each one.

Also imagine them going to museums/aquariums/zoos and stuff. Like Max especially wants to visit art and photography exhibits and Warren is like “I don’t get it because this still life means nothing to me, but I adore you and the way you look at art so let’s see them all.” Plus he geeks out over the science/history exhibits stuff so it’s a fair trade.

Little images of details like forehead touches and hugs and DANCING. They’re both bad dancers but they make each other participate and have fun because they each think the other is adorable. And slow dance opportunities are so Fucking Soft.

I just feel like Warren is the eye of the storm in Max’s life, like he’s such a steady and peaceful presence. He is absolutely her rock after everything happens. And she is like the light in his life. They just...give each other hope. They’re so gentle and sweet to each other, like this is honestly my ship for just fluff and all good things. They need healing and love.

Don’t reply if you’re against this ship, we can talk about other LiS ships another time cause I love the others, too. I just have a lot of feelings about Grahamfield and I think they’re pure and good no matter what anyone says.

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bunny stamps

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     Having trekked through the Underground all day and ready for a rest, the child was on their way back to the Snowed Inn for what remained of the night when they passed Grillby’s--the lights were still on inside despite the sign in the window reading “closed.” Frisk peeked through the glass to see a mostly empty room, save for the pub’s owner himself who was apparently cleaning up.

     Frisk tried the door, finding it wasn’t locked, and pulled it open to walk inside. They offered a smile to Grillby as he invited them to take a seat, and hopped up onto one of the bar stools, glad to have gotten in for a chat before the restaurant closed for the night.

     “Hey...hottie.” This was said with a wink and a little finger-gun gesture toward the flaming barkeep.

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Another long day, another tiresome evening, and finally the last of the bar patrons had left for home. That left Grillby alone to close up for the night. He’d flipped the sign to close, he’d gone over the accounts for the day, took stock of all his inventory.. Yaaaaawn.. It really was about time he should get some rest himself, wasn’t it. Sighing, he set aside the checklists, and managed the last bit of sweeping to keep the floor tidy and.. Mmm.. perhaps he could stop for just a moment..

He leaned on the broom handle, already dozing off just a bit as his flames flickered and softened, a quiet, resting glow now, but then- the sound of the door opening jerked him back awake, and he stood almost at attention, as he turned to whoever had entered with a statement of,

“I’m sorry, I’m just closing up for... the night..” He paused. It was Frisk. Another sigh, and this time his yawn was carefully hidden. He couldn’t say ‘no’ now.. And he gestured to the bar seats, already making his way back over to his usual place.

“Have a seat.”

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We were the people who were not in the papers. We lived in the blank white spaces at the edges of print. It gave us more freedom. We lived in the gaps between the stories.

Margaret Atwood (via perfeqt)

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five word prompts

[inspired by this]

“actually… i just miss you.”

“alright, i’ll leave you alone.”

“and slowly… i was forgotten.”

“and then everything just disappears.”

“and where do i go?”

“anyone could tell from here.”

“are you finishing that or…?”

“are you stupid or stupid?”

“anything, just call me, okay?”

“bitch better have my money.”

“bro… that’s so… not cool…”

“but did you do it?”

“call me now. it’s urgent.”

"can’t you listen to me?”

“cross that. don’t answer that.”

“don’t even think about it.”

“don’t you dare walk away.”

“do it. i dare you.”

“did you think i forgot?”

“eventually… you just move on.”

“even if you still do.”

“everything will fall into place.”

“fight me, you attractive stranger.”

“for once, i need you.”

“for once… i was right.”

“for once… i was wrong.”

“forget i even asked you.”

“forget it. you fucking suck.”

“fuck’s sake, what’s your problem?”

“fuck off. i mean it.”

“give and take. that’s life.”

“great. perfect. nice. fuck this.”

“have you lost your mind?”

“hello? it’s me. i was-”

“hey… that wasn’t so nice.”

“here’s a glass of whatever.”

“how about a hug, hm?”

“how about you make me?”

“i haven’t forgot you yet.”

“i can’t be around you.”

“i don’t need you, really.”

“i don’t need this now.”

“is this your first time?”

“it’s just a cut, really.”

“it wasn’t me, i swear!”

“i said i love you.”

“just don’t fuck it up.”

"just… come back alive, okay?”

“just make sure you’ve eaten.”

“kick his ass for me.”

“killed him? wait, what, literally?”

“life really sucks. feel better.”

“letting go hurts… a lot.”

“let me live, will you?”

“no, i don’t need you.”

“nothing can hurt me now.”

“nothing matters anymore to me.”

“okay it was me… so?”

“people lie all the time.”

“pipe the fuck down, asshole.”

“please, you can’t die now.”

“please don’t leave me alone.”

“quiet. they can hear us.”

“quick! give me your phone!”

“quicker, you freaking piece of-”

“quit it or i’ll bite.”

“quit staring! they’ll notice us!”

"really? do i look stupid?”

“real smooth, tripping over air.”

“rise and shine, sweet thing.”

“rise and fucking shine, motherfucker.”

“seriously? give me a break.”

“so… what are we now?”

“so… did you miss me?”

“so… can we go eat?”

“so… when’s the next flight?”

“so… how did everything go?”

“sometimes, i wish you died.”

“so what? you did it.”

“time passes slower without you.”

“then what do you suggest?”

“the fuck? who are you?”

“then you tell me why.”

“this is not working out.”

“this isn’t what i wanted.”

“this is all a fucking disaster.”

“when did it all happen?”

“who knew you’d be here?”

“why do i even bother?”

“why do i love you?”

“why didn’t you tell me?”

“you’re just… so, so stupid.”

“you can’t be here now.”

“you look like an accident.”

“you really need to go.”

“you know who to call.”

"zero fucks given. next please.”

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riley && maya are adorable and this is all i have 2 say.

this is a universally recognized truth,