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"Oh yeah," she confirms; she knows what song is next, and she knows he won't love it. "Rudolph's a good idea actually... The one with the ad-libs" she asks, unsure if he meant the literally theme song "Or the We're a couple of misfits one" she half-sings in a tone similar to that of the elf and Rudolph while he continues to throw out guesses. "I mean it's none of those, but I could definitely add th-," she pauses when he puts flour on her nose. "Wow..."

Ellie glances over at him, her eyebrows slightly raised as she eyes him. It's a feigned look of offense at the flour and the mimicry. She thinks it's fun to see Alex goof around like this. That look of offense slips into shock as he wipes flour across her forehead. She takes back her previous thought. She gasps and instinctively rubs some flour on his cheek just after he takes the photo of her. "I will dump the whole tub of flour on you if you post that anywhere..." she threatens, though her heart isn't in it. She always tries to get candid shots, so she can't blame him.

She flinches a little in surprise and lets out a short, high-pitched noise when he pokes her in the side, "Alexander!" she reprimands. Her love of Alex candids is why, once she can think clearly again, she pulls out her phone. She manages to get a snapshot of Alex just as he's turning around with the cookie cutters in hand. Then her phone goes right back into her pocket. A new one for the album.

She watches as he lays the metal shapes out onto the counter. "Hmm," she grabs the star and presses it into the dough, starting in the corner. She keeps her eyes on the cookies, worried that if she looks at him, she might stare a little too long at the handprint of flour she'd left on his cheek. It might be smudgy, but it would be hard not to think about holding his face in her hands like that, properly, not with the intention of all-purpose flour-fueled revenge.

“is it something that’ll make my ears bleed?”   he inquires with a sigh,  trying to sound grumpy but his eyes give him away —   brimming with amusement and happiness.   he would be lying if he said that he wasn’t enjoying this,  spending christmas with her.   “is it george michael or paul mccartney?   that song from rudolph the red-nosed reindeer?”   he keeps the guessing game going,  unceremoniously dipping a fingertip in the pile of flour and tapping her nose,  leaving it covered in dust.

“you did not just say that!”   he mocks in a high-pitched voice,  sticking his tongue out like a rambunctious little boy and shaking his head.   “yes,  i did.   yes,  i did!”   he chants,  purposely annoying the blonde by smearing some more flour across her forehead.   he loves watching her grow frustrated.   “a whole christmas album?   wow!   sounds about as fun as wisdom teeth removal!”   he leans against the counter,  pulling out his own phone and taking a picture of her flour-covered face.   “i’m framing this one.”   she looks so cute,  but he won’t say that.   even though,  friends can totally think their friends are cute.   nothing wrong with that,  he tells himself.

“willie nelson is the best.   or the everly brothers!   we can listen to the everly brothers later on.”   it’s meant to be a threat,  and hearing her complain so dramatically,  he figures he’s succeeding.   but then he sees the smile on her face and knows she’s just playing.   it warms his heart,  knowing they’re both secretly enjoying this,  but are too stubborn to straight up admit it.   “oh,  please…   we both know you did this on purpose,  you mischievous,  little elf.”   he pokes her side,  letting go of her hip to check the other cupboard.   

and of course that’s where he finds them.   right where she said they would be.   he lays them out on the counter,  moving to stand beside her.   their arms brushing occasionally,  setting his nerve endings afire every time.   “so…”   she smells so good.   and looks so pretty in this light.   “you wanna pick first?   we have a star,  a snowman,  a…   christmas tree.”   he tries not to look at her too much,  but his gaze is constantly drawn in her direction.   his heart melting every time he catches a glimpse of her smile.   suddenly,  he prays all his future christmases look just like this one.

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The Mountain Goats — Sax Rohmer #1

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                                                              I would like                         to touch the world                     and not harm it. I would like to be                         touched and not

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It takes everything in her to keep her lips from breaking into a full smile, she tries to think about everything else except the way Alex's face probably looks right now. "You're never going to guess what song's next." She tilts her head to look at him as she readjusts the dough on the counter, adding some more flour to the rolling pin. She'd struggled to decide which song would go first but ultimately Mariah Carey had won.

It's Ellie's turn to roll her eyes at Alex and his comment about Mariah Carey. "You did not just say that..." Ellie's not a die-hard Mariah fan but knows that some people would be shocked to hear those words. "I mean, she does have a whole Christmas album we could listen to," she points out, and she's half-tempted to add a few more Mariah songs just for his insane comment. Maybe a few regular songs too, just to prove the point. He's lucky her hands are covered in flour.

"Not Willie Nelson," she complains dramatically, in reality she had nothing against Willie Nelson's music. Alex would have to try harder than that if he actually wanted to annoy her. "Wait...War? I just wanted to get into the holiday spirit, didn't know it'd bother you this much." She did know, and her smile definitely gives that away.

Ellie shakes her head with a silent laugh as she rolls the pin across the cookie dough once more; there's a slight pause in her movement as Alex stands right behind her to reach for the cabinet door above her. Then his hand is on her hip, and she has to force herself to focus on the cookie dough. He's just using her as a means to keep balance and to keep her from bumping him, that's all. "I thought I saw them yesterday, but if they're not there, try the lower cupboard next to the dishwasher," she suggests as she finishes rolling once the dough seems slim enough, a short pause present between his question and her answer.

“you’ve got to be kidding me right now.   ohhh,  this makes me miss george michael.”   the first few notes of mariah’s christmas classic is all it takes to have alex’s eyes rolling dramatically,  grinch mode activating.   it’s not that he absolutely despises all holiday songs,  but most radio stations start playing the most popular ones even before thanksgiving and whose ears can handle over eight weeks of that?   not his.   “we haven’t heard last christmas in what?   fifteen minutes?   twenty?”   they actually haven’t heard last christmas at all today.   he’s exaggerating and being difficult on purpose,  wanting to gauge ellie’s reaction.   he secretly loves her personality,  so different from his own,  and wonders if she finds his grumpy side just as amusing.   “does this woman have any other songs or just this one?”   he complains,  not realizing how many people would be deeply offended by his comment.   after all,  mariah carey is one of the most talented musicians out there and surely has more to offer than one christmas hit.   

“i just know you put this one on on purpose.”   he assumes she must have edited this playlist yesterday and added some of the most annoying christmas songs just to torment him.   the corners of his lips twitching,  a smile threatening to break out.   “so,  it’s war,  hm?   you watch out.   you never know when i’ll start playing willie nelson,”   he playfully threatens,  standing behind her and peering over her shoulder to see if the dough’s really looking good.   the consistency seems fine,  but he refuses to try it while it’s raw —   the last thing he needs is a bellyache.   “have you seen the cookie cutters?”   the kitchen is surprisingly small and so to reach basically anything,  they have to squeeze between the counter and each other’s bodies.   flour-covered hand gently brushing against her hip,  the other one opening the overhead cabinet,  searching for the one thing that’s absolutely crucial —   those damn cookie cutters.

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It's quiet between them for a moment. Normally, it was a pleasant silence between them, they often rested together and took solace in each other's company. They didn't have to speak to know that one was there for the other. Abilene's presence alone often made Ellie feel a little peace. No expectations, just trust.

Now though, the quiet unnerved Ellie. She knew what would be starting all too soon. Another game, Abi would be in the arena again. She had plans of her own to volunteer had her best friend's name been called but it hadn't worked out that way. She'd tried to stop Abilene, argued with her afterwards, tried to convince her to take back her words. She should be going back in, not Abi. Her yells hadn't been out of pure anger but out of worry. Now, a week later, she knew to focus on doing whatever she could to get Abi sponsors and to make sure she made it out of there alive.

Abilene Hoover had to make it out.

Ellie looked down as Abi looked up at her, she tried to form a reassuring smile but her bottom lip trembled too much to form something convincing. "Of course," she replies and unravels the bit of braid that she had started. She runs her fingers through Abi's curls once again to create a part in her hair. She then starts weaving strands on just one side of her head. "You're remarkable Abilene Hoover. Single braid or not, you'll be seen,"

I'll make sure of it. You're too important. I can't lose you. Thoughts gone unsaid because she doesn't want to add that stress to her plate. Abi needed to focus on staying alive, not wonder how her friend is doing while safely outside the arena. Hence why she was trying so hard to hold it together until she was out of Abi's sight.

@sarcaasmic sent "[ braid ] sender braids receiver's hair"

abilene could braid her own hair , or the styling team , but she wouldn't say that . she didn't want any other hands brushing through her dark curls than ellie's at this moment . her best friend . she would understand one day , perhaps years in the future , why it had to be this way . ellie had an entire life ahead of her , she had people she could return to . . . and abilene would not have been able to continue on if it was ellie in this seat and not herself .

the suit was a thin jumpsuit with some sort of belt around her waist that felt full of liquid when she had poked at it . there wasn't anything thermal on it , which led abilene to believe that it would be another scorching arena and another battle with dehydration . there was no one there to help her this time , either , and everyone else had experience with killing not that abilene's hands were clean , but any attack she had done had been in a frenzy as though a wild animal was cornered .

abilene was afraid , terrified , but she was trying not to let it show on her face . it manifested in other ways , however , like the bouncing in her leg and the tremors in her hands and the tremble in her voice . she cleared her throat and tipped her head back to look up at ellie .

❛ could you do two braids instead ? the ones that start up here and go all the way down my head ? ❜ she asked , reaching up to draw a line down her scalp and hair in case her words weren't quite enough to paint the picture . ❛ i don't want to look too much like the others out there . ❜ she tried to laugh but the humor didn't quite reach her eyes .

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Send 🌿 to accidentally get caught under the mistletoe with my muse.

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moon-ina-cup​:

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Amarens Kingma

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Ellie nods as he answers her question. She was surprised in a way since she figured some tests the researchers ran could involve tech not safe for the water, but maybe they were careful, or their tech was more specialized than she thought. She doesn't move her head but watches the stream of water from the corner of her eye as it flows across the tile and up the wall to the camera. Her eyes widen at him slightly; moving a drop to swirl ink around was one thing, but short-circuiting a camera at ceiling level was another. "I can get those," she reassures him. It's good that the scientists have no clue he can walk, it will make the escape more surprising and possibly confusing. Plus, she didn't need to try and find some way to transport him since she doubts she can carry him all the way out of the lab. She could just bring him her water bottle and grab a towel from storage.

Ellie hesitates to answer that second part but speaks anyway. She presses her lips inward, then sighs, "I might, this was only meant to be a temporary job anyways," she shrugs. A few months had accidentally turned into more than a year of employment.

Azul had to agree. He was glad that the procedure didn't hurt this time, because he had experienced something else as well. But that wasn't the right topic for this conversation. The last thing he needed was for her to worry.

After manipulating the ink, Azul reached for the next slice of apple to appear as untroubled as possible. Happily, he ate the fresh fruit while his fin swung from side to side. The water wasn't cold to him, but at this point he understood that his body reacted differently to water and temperature.

"Oh, they don't," he replied quickly before listening to the explanation. There was a lot these scientists didn't know about him because Azul preferred to keep it a secret. He ran his tongue over his lower lip while he thought about something. Casually, he put his hands in the water before holding them over the edge again, trying to reach for food. What he was really doing was manipulating the water as it fell to flow over the floor. They made their way up to the electronics until they heard the sound of electricity coming into contact with water. The red dot on the camera turned off. "We don't have much time," Azul said in a low voice, even though he knew the microphone was off as well. "They don't know I can get out of the water and that I have legs. I need a towel or something to dry myself after I get out of the tank, if we keep some water in a bottle I can use it to help escape, but won't you get in trouble then?"

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Me, in my coffin: shit i forgot my headphones

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//Craving a couple things:

Fake-dating trope

Something with the vibes of Girl Haunts Boy and Julie and the Phantoms dm me pleaaassee

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Ellie shifts to face her friend better, tucking one leg under herself as the other hangs off the side of the bed. Her fingers continue to gently comb through Abilene's curls —a few strands near her temple— as she waits for her to get her bearings. Coming back to reality like that had to be jarring. As the brunette catches her breath she gently lowers her hand and sets it on the mattress.

She shakes her head lightly at the other girl's unnecessary apologies, but before Ellie can tell her again to not apologize, Abi's head is in her hands. She reaches a hand up once again, this time falling softly on her arm. She doesn't pull but squeezes gently to let Abi know that she's not leaving. She doesn’t like seeing her close friend like this, even feels a little helpless knowing she can’t prevent the bad dreams; so she always does whatever she can when Abi wakes up. Waking up alone is always worse. The fear from the dream is given a chance to spiral, it won’t just end when you open your eyes. With everything they’ve gone through, everything Abi’s gone through, she could only hope that her presence helps the panic fade. She knows that nightmares are just their normal at this point but it doesn’t mean she’ll just sit there and let her friend suffer. She’s sure Abi would do the same for her in a heartbeat.

She nods, "Of course," Ellie's mind scrambles to think about something to talk about. Something that'll get her mind away from those horrible thoughts, whatever they were. "Hmm, did I tell you that I taught a dance to one of the boys from twelve?" It was one they’d learned back in ten.

abilene's limbs were trembling when she felt the bed sink beneath ellie's weight . her hands shook and with a swipe of her arm she attempted to wipe away some of the tears clinging to her eyelashes . she sucked in a breath and shook her head . did they even have anything besides water here ? everything was so strictly kept , so regimented .

❛ i i'm sorry . ❜ she repeated . abilene struggled to sleep back in ten , though her sleep didn't often involve such vivid nightmares . she was so used to being alone , used to waking up in a dark and cold room . the room was dark and her skin was covered in goosebumps , but ellie's touch to her hair was welcome . her shoulders slumped forward and she buried her face in her hands .

❛ will . . . ❜ hazel eyes looked towards ellie in the darkness and a knot grew in her throat . ❛ can you stay for a minute ? just . . . talk to me , please ? ❜ her lower lip quivered and she felt so pathetic sitting on the bed . ❛ o-or . . . if you're tired i'll i'll be quiet . ❜

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∗ 18﹕ which  of  your  verses  or  arcs  is  your  favorite  to  write  about ?

I haven't gotten a chance to explore too many of her verses on here yet (I haven't written much about them in her carrd tho so that's on me). Though when thinking about favorites my mind immediately goes to her apocalypse verse which I know isn't on her carrd yet 😭. I looove dystopian/apocalypse settings in general so I feel like it's a given that it's one of my favored verses. There's lots of room for creativity there and I just like imagining Ellie as a toughened, weary, survivor lmao. I also really like The Hunger Games as a verse since I love the source material, it's so interesting to work the social commentary into plots and to come up with relationships within that world. (I am also a sucker for hurt/comfort which both genres lend itself to well). The way I am struggling to articulate my thoughts rn is unfortunate, just know I have lots. As for arcs, I think I like writing in the time when she's a college student the most. She's working on herself a lot at this time, gets away from her family, and her hometown. Plus, college is just a fun, versatile setting imo.

(This question made me realize I really need to work on her carrd 😅)

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∗ o1﹕ when  were  you  first  introduced  to  tumblr  rp ,  &   do  you  remember  how ?

This is my first and only Rp blog, which started in 2022. I did roleplay on here before that, but it was strictly in dms, so not quite the same thing. So technically four or so years ago maybe? As to how I discovered it uhhh 😅 I think someone that I plotted with told me that they only wrote on dash and I was like eh? What's that mean? I was excited to write with them, so I decided to make this blog to try dash responses and now here we are 🥰. That blog deactivated a while ago, but I'm still so glad that they brought up writing this way🥹

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𝑬𝑿𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑹𝑺𝑬𝑳𝑭 .    (   a  collection  of  40  questions  for  muns ,  with  assorted  questions  directed  towards  both  single - muse  &  multi - muse  blogs!   )

∗ o1﹕ when  were  you  first  introduced  to  tumblr  rp ,  &   do  you  remember  how ? ∗ o2﹕ how  long  have  you  been  writing  [ character ] ? ∗ o3﹕ do  you  prefer  to  write  in  silence ,  or  with  music  /  background  noise ? ∗ o4﹕ what  is  your  primary  source  of  inspiration  for  [ character ] ? ∗ o5﹕ what  character  have  you  never  written ,  but  have  wanted  to ? ∗ o6﹕ is  there  something  about  the  roleplay  community  that  irks  you ? ∗ o7﹕ what  character/s  do  you  relate  to  the  most ? ∗ o8﹕ what  time  of  day  do  you  feel  you  create  your  best  work ? ∗ o9﹕ do  you  prefer  writing  original  characters  or  canon  characters ? ∗ 10﹕ is  there  a  piece  of  your  character’s  canon  that  you  refuse  to  accept ? ∗ 11﹕ what  is  a  headcanon  you  have  for  [ character ]  that  you  haven’t  posted ? ∗ 12﹕ do  you  prefer  extensive  plotting ,  or  writing  things  on  a  whim ? ∗ 13﹕ if  you  could  tell  your  muse  something ,  what  would  it  be ? ∗ 14﹕ what  is  your  preferred  genre  of  plots ?   fluff ,  angst ,  smut ,  etc … ? ∗ 15﹕ what  is  your  favorite  dynamic  trope  to  write ? ∗ 16﹕ is  there  a  recognizable  pattern  in  your  taste  in  characters ? ∗ 17﹕ do  you  use  dictionaries  or  thesauruses  often  when  writing ? ∗ 18﹕ which  of  your  verses  or  arcs  is  your  favorite  to  write  about ? ∗ 19﹕ would  you  prefer  to  write  short  &  sweet  threads ,  or  multi - para  replies ? ∗ 20﹕ has  your  view  of  your  muse  changed  while  you’ve  been  writing  them ? ∗ 21﹕ what  is  one  thing  you  love  about  your  muse ,   &  one  thing  you  dislike ? ∗ 22﹕ would  you  consider  [ character name ]  to  be  a  comfort  character ? ∗ 23﹕ what  genre  or  topic  do  you  have  the  most  difficult  time  writing  about ? ∗ 24﹕ is  there  a  specific  song  that  gets  you  in  the  mood  for  writing ? ∗ 25﹕ who  is  an  author  whose  writing  inspires  your  own ? ∗ 26﹕ who  was  your  very  first  muse ?  would  you  consider  writing  them  now ? ∗ 27﹕ what  is  a  trend  within  the  rpc  that  you  would  consider  to  be  overrated ? ∗ 28﹕ what  is  a  turn - off  when  you’re  seeking  writing  partners ? ∗ 29﹕ what  part  of  your  blog’s  style  are  you  most  attached  to ? ∗ 30﹕ do  you  have  any  fandoms  that  you  avoid  writing  within ? ∗ 31﹕ what  hobbies  do  you  have  outside  of  roleplaying ? ∗ 32﹕ what  were  the  last  three  songs  you  listened  to ? ∗ 33﹕ have  you  ever  been  in  the  middle  of  drama  in  the  rpc ? ∗ 34﹕ how  do  you  feel  about  personal  blogs  interacting  with  your  posts ? ∗ 35﹕ is  there  a  character  you  consistently  have  muse  for ? ∗ 36﹕ how  has  your  writing  style  evolved  since  you  started  writing  on  tumblr ? ∗ 37﹕ have  you  ever  ventured  into  writing  fanfiction ? ∗ 38﹕ what’s  a  bad  habit  you  have  when  it  comes  to  roleplay ? ∗ 39﹕ what  would  you  say  is  the  best  faceclaim  decision  you’ve  ever  made ? ∗ 40﹕ what  is  your  opinion  on  duplicates ?

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When it's finally time to take a break, Ellie doesn't hesitate to sit on a grassy patch of dirt. She gives a "Thanks," as she takes the bag when Evan holds it out to her then leans against back against a tree trunk. She takes her glasses off for a moment and uses the bandana she keeps around her neck to try and wipe any sweat off her face. She didn't get as winded as she used to but getting a moment to catch her breath was helpful. She digs through various pockets in the bag, procuring a pear and the aforementioned knife. She has a knife of her own clipped to the pocket of her shorts but it's too grubby at the moment to be used for food. She slices a wedge off and pops it into her mouth, giving a hum of agreement as she chews. She shifts closer to Evan to get a look at the map. While she looks over the sketches, she holds the next slice of pear towards him. "Want some?"

OPEN TO: any ( f if romantic ) PLOT: in source ( ~6 months after the crash ) MUSE: evan fell, 28 ⸻ starter from the same verse ( HERE )

"here," he murmured, handing his pack back to his companion. "waters' on the side. think callie tossed some fruit in there, knife should be in the front pocket. we'll take a bit of a breather and keep going." a notebook was sprawled in his lap, labeled with various different handwriting and depicting the area that surrounded the little shelter the group of them had come to call home. it was a rough sketch of the terrain and surrounding resources, but so far and proven useful. "we'll walk for another hour or two then head back. give us plenty of sunlight to work with, sound alright?"

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//@qverdia sent 🎁 for a Spotify wrapped starter and got 'Labour' by Paris Paloma

"Screw this," the words come tumbling out of her mouth with her next breath. She swats a hand off her shoulder, one belonging to some capitol citizen named Orion. He was a man her age, donning fancy clothes and self-importance.

In the afternoon, Ellie had been pulled from Ten to the capitol for yet another party; by the evening, she was draped in pretty fabrics and sent off to a townhouse with her close friend. The townhouse was decorated for an anniversary, candles lit, lights dimmed. Other attendees commented that the lighting made it feel so elegant, Ellie felt a little creeped out. She'd expressed that thought to Abilene earlier in the night. Then again, she was always at least somewhat creeped out at private parties like this. It wasn't like the fun they had at The Barnyard, Ellie felt like she always had eyes on her; she couldn't relax like she did at Ten. She couldn't get lost in the music, she's too busy watching those around her, making sure they don't do anything to Abi.

Those two words made Orion's eyes so wide as he held his hand like she'd burnt his skin. Good. "You people are insane-" she begins, "we've just been told that we're about to be put in another game, that we have to fight for our lives again and all you're thinking about is losing party entertainment?" Ellie's not normally a loud talker, this time her volume raises not quite to a yell, but the anger is unmistakable.

It certainly doesn't help that there's been snide comments all night about the districts, and Ellie had bitten her tongue. Everything on their plates, the drinks in their hands, the coal fueling the fireplace nearby, and so much more were because of the work the districts did, yet these people acted so much better than.

The television was halfway through Panem's national anthem, Snow had just announced the Quarter Quell and its 'gimmick' this year. Ellie's mind was still reeling from the shock when that man next to her had made a comment about how he'd miss her voice as he rubbed a hand on her shoulder. His tone made her nauseous. He said he'd miss her singing, because that's all her and Abi were to them: music, something there to satisfy, background noise with a pretty face.