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To be honest I’m not sure if I made the right call by roleplaying? 

Like I’m really happy to be writing again and some of the plots I have with people are really fun (looking at you, Kana) but lately I’ve been feeling pretty insecure about my characterisation, especially after watching Cats again and noticing major differences in the twins’ attitudes and personalities compared to how I play them (I based a lot of my characterisation off another, more amateur, production, but as most people have only seen the movie and there’s differences there I can’t help feeling that they’re still a little ‘out of character’ to the common interpretation)  I’m not sure if I want to keep on doing this only to keep on getting insecure and chickening out over how I play them gain every time I go to type a reply. 

My main blog is still very much under construction, but it’s @rumpelteazer if you want to keep in contact with me! 

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can this please get a reblog if you believe rp ships don't have an expiration date?

like unless there was some fall out that happened along the way. and whether it’s been a long or short while since our ship interacted and/or since we as muns have spoken/plotted something about it, you’d still be cool with starting that ship over or perhaps picking up where they left off ??

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'Griddlebone and Growltiger-?' Cori stared blankly at the door for a few seconds, trying with all his might to remember where exactly he'd heard those names before - he'd felt a spark of recognition the moment that Mac had said the names, but he couldn't for the life of him put faces or pelt colours to them. It didn’t matter that much to him, anyway. Mac and the henchcats had both left for who-knows-where (he had no wish to find out what was on the other side of that left door) and he was alone in the common room, finally free to find a way to get out - but what would he do if he got out? 

He couldn’t go back to the tribe - he’d get run out of there without a second thought, and he didn’t think he could stomach the pain of having cats he’d known almost his whole life hiss and snarl at him like he was a dangerous monster. He couldn’t go back to the witch’s cottage - the stress of everything that had happened to him had stopped his magic, and his mind felt clouded and heavy to the point where nothing was important to him any more. He couldn’t go to the streets - he was no street rogue, and if he’d reacted the way that he had to killing a woman then there was no way he’d be able to survive in the do-or-die, kill-or-be-killed world of the strays. There was nothing for him to do except stay where he was, and hope that Macavity didn’t have too big of a plan for him. 

Bored and unsure of what to do, Cori began to pace the room, noticing for the first time how tired he was - his limbs felt heavy and weak, his eyes were beginning to close on their own, and blood from his earlier kill still stained his lower half, paws and chest, turning his fur from dusty brown and white to a dirty, rusty red. He vaguely recalled that Mac had mentioned that the right door led to the henchcats’ sleeping quarters, and immediately made his way back up the stairs and gently pushed open the door, hoping that the room would be free so he could sleep in peace - hopefully after a few hours of sleep his mind would be less cloudy, and he’d be able to figure out his next plan, or would find himself back in his den curled around Tanto, the events of the present just a bad dream - he knew it was unlikely, but he could dream, right?

Cori winced as Mac yelled at the henchcats, instinctively placing his paws over his ears to block out the noise, as well as the echoing commotion of chairs scraping against the ground and pawsteps making their way out of the room. He couldn’t help thinking of the fact that the henchcats were so silent as they left, and a chill ran down his spine as he contemplated why - had they been scared into submission by Macavity’s yelling? If so, what had he done to them to make them so afraid? Disturbing thoughts and images began to echo in his mind at the thought of what he could have done to some of these cats, and he began to feel somewhat nauseous - abandoning any thoughts of the henchcats, he turned to Macavity, squaring his shoulders as he tried to act like he hadn’t just cowered at the sounds echoing around the common room. ‘Do you have any other places to show me, or is this all you have?’

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Coricopat aesthetic for anon!

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Hiatus

I thought that I'd only be away for a couple of days, but it turns out that I'm going to have to push that couple of days to a couple of weeks as this week I'm doing work experience at a primary school - between dealing with the children and doing classroom work I've hardly got enough time to even go on my phone - and next week I'm going to Melbourne with my mother and will probably be too busy having fun and being a tourist to get on the phone or laptop XD

Feel free to message me (my messages and ask box are always open) and talk to me about absolutely anything, and hopefully I'll have the time to respond! I'm working on getting a main blog (and probably a side blog for musicals) set up, so I'll keep you guys posted about that.

Thanks so much for sticking around <3

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I wanna thank the few amount of people who check up on me from time to time. That means so much more than you know.

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Tant.

Don’t look so excited.

Please.

Contain yourself.

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Relationship Headcanons

Send 💖 + a name/URL for a headcanon about my muse’s relationship with them Send 💕 + a name/URL for my muse’s first impression of them Send  💬 + a name/URL for a random thing my muse has said to them Send 💭 + a name/URL for a thought my muse has had about them Send ❌ + a name/URL for something my muse will never tell them

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Tell me a headcanon you have for my muse.

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Replies might be a little sporadic over the next couple of days as some pretty big things just happened in the ex-girlfriend department and my motivation to do anything but sit on my bed listening to angsty songs on repeat has gone downwards - I’m okay though, and I’ll be back soon! 

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'Jerrie and Teazer are here?' Now that he thought about it, he hadn't seen either of them about in the junkyard in a while - he'd chalked it down to a combination of being part of an expensive household (a lot of the other cats who were house pets were away from the junkyard for weeks at a time, especially when the housefolk went on holiday) and being mischievous tricksters who were out causing some sort of mayhem, but them working for Macavity made quite a lot of sense, and despite the fact that it was quite obvious when he put two and two together that they were up to something mavolent he couldn't help being slightly disturbed at the fact that he wasn't the only Jellicle working for this monster. 'Macavity, wait.’ he cried, following the ginger tom down the stairs and calling after him as we walked through the door. ‘Are they the only other Jellicles working with you, or are there more?’ 

Cori winced as Mac yelled at the henchcats, instinctively placing his paws over his ears to block out the noise, as well as the echoing commotion of chairs scraping against the ground and pawsteps making their way out of the room. He couldn’t help thinking of the fact that the henchcats were so silent as they left, and a chill ran down his spine as he contemplated why - had they been scared into submission by Macavity’s yelling? If so, what had he done to them to make them so afraid? Disturbing thoughts and images began to echo in his mind at the thought of what he could have done to some of these cats, and he began to feel somewhat nauseous - abandoning any thoughts of the henchcats, he turned to Macavity, squaring his shoulders as he tried to act like he hadn’t just cowered at the sounds echoing around the common room. ‘Do you have any other places to show me, or is this all you have?’

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Oh my god thank you so much! I’m a really awkward person when it comes to compliments, and don’t really have any idea what to say apart from thank you, but I really appreciate everything you said and am really glad I’m roleplaying with you <3

How do you guys cope when you’re feeling insecure about your writing? I’m trapped in the whole ‘why did I make this blog my writing sucks it’s all commas and dashes everywhere’ stage of thought and have no idea how to get out of it, and it’s taking a massive toll on my mental health…

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Cori winced as Mac yelled at the henchcats, instinctively placing his paws over his ears to block out the noise, as well as the echoing commotion of chairs scraping against the ground and pawsteps making their way out of the room. He couldn't help thinking of the fact that the henchcats were so silent as they left, and a chill ran down his spine as he contemplated why - had they been scared into submission by Macavity's yelling? If so, what had he done to them to make them so afraid? Disturbing thoughts and images began to echo in his mind at the thought of what he could have done to some of these cats, and he began to feel somewhat nauseous - abandoning any thoughts of the henchcats, he turned to Macavity, squaring his shoulders as he tried to act like he hadn't just cowered at the sounds echoing around the common room. 'Do you have any other places to show me, or is this all you have?'

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Cori let himself be dragged through the darkness, his eyes narrowing as he desperately tried to see what was in front of his face. The darkness pressed in on him from all sides, and he felt slightly lightheaded - it seemed to suck all the air from around him, and it was a struggle just to breathe. Part of him wished that he was still able to use his powers, as they would tell him whether or not Mac's newest challenge was a danger to him, but try as he might, he could not get them to work the way he wanted them to. 'What's this supposed to teach me? Or is Torture Coricopat For No Particular Reason Day still on?' he asked - his words still carried hints of his old crabbiness, but he sounded frightened and not sarcastic, effectively reducing the power they had to nearly zero. 'Where are we going?' He hated having to ask so many questions, but the situation called for it, and he didn't like going in blind to a situation without knowing what was going on.

Cori took the knife with a shaking paw, turning it in his hands and looking at it as if he was handling a poisonous snake. Despite the fact he honestly couldn’t care less what happened to him from this point on, the fact that he was supposed to kill someone still caused him revulsion - he was a pacifist first and foremost, and had sworn to himself that he’d never hurt another creature unless he was hunting rats and mice for the tribe, and even then he always tried to keep their deaths humane and send them off with respect. ‘You want me to kill this woman?’ His tone was almost devoid of emotion, though his eyes were filled with disgust, and it was obvious that he’d rather be anywhere but the grimy alleyway, forced to kill someone he didn’t even know. Part of him wanted to carry on and throw the knife down, effectively warning her that her life was under threat, but the thought of Tantomile lingered in the back of his mind and he realised that he had no choice if he wanted to see his sister alive again.

Everlasting Cat, I don’t know if you’re there, and if you are, where in Heaviside’s name are you, but please give me strength. I can’t do this on my own.

Feeling like he was going to throw up, the brown tabby crept closer to the source of the footsteps, keeping his own steps light and his tail away from any objects that might bump against it. As the woman passed him, he leapt out from the shadows and drew the knife across her neck, closing his eyes as her warm blood flowed over his paws and her scream pierced the air, only to be cut off in a choking, gargling sound that caused him to step back and collapse to the ground, his shaking legs failing to support him as he took in the grisly sight that lay in front of him - the woman, who he noticed had an uncanny resemblance to Bombalurina, was twitching on the grimy cement flooring, her lifeblood seeping across the ground, effectively covering his paws, legs and knees and staining them a bright red. ‘Are you happy?’ he managed to choke out, his paws wrapped around his chest as he rocked gently from side to side, trying as hard as he could to think of anything but the gory murder he’d just committed. ‘Are you proud of what you’ve made me do?’ 

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Thanks so much! And yeah, you're right - when I first started writing I kept on putting so much purple prose everywhere and basically scoured the dictionary for words to use in my writing, which made it extremely hard for people to know what I was saying as every second words was something like 'diminutive' or 'incandescent' that made literally no sense in context because I was a stupid 12 year old and had no idea how to use big words properly hahahaha

I might see if I can find some writing from back then and compare it with some of our recent roleplays...

How do you guys cope when you’re feeling insecure about your writing? I’m trapped in the whole ‘why did I make this blog my writing sucks it’s all commas and dashes everywhere’ stage of thought and have no idea how to get out of it, and it’s taking a massive toll on my mental health…

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How do you guys cope when you’re feeling insecure about your writing? I’m trapped in the whole ‘why did I make this blog my writing sucks it’s all commas and dashes everywhere’ stage of thought and have no idea how to get out of it, and it’s taking a massive toll on my mental health...

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