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john:

The second she mentions one of her pieces, John’s tentatively assuring smile grows into a wider grin. “Of course I’ll go with you, babe. Sounds like a lot more fun than some party.” Anything more personal to Dorothy sounds better than an excuse to drink and be an idiot, which he could achieve just fine on his own. “What time do we have to be there?”

His grin proceeds to alight her own, genuine smile, butterflies still fluttering about, but dissipating because he has a way of easing her nerves. “Of course it sounds more fun than some party. This way I don’t have to be subconsciously jealous of anyone who tries to throw themselves at you, too,” she adds with a sweet, little wink, quiet laughter bubbling into her throat. “Six, the showing starts at seven and everything should be all said and done by nine. And you don’t even have to wear a monkey suit.” 

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john:

“No, not at all. I’m set on spending time with you.” Leaning forward, he’s borderline concerned about what had changed. “Did something come up?”

“Well, I sort of... I did a thing and I have a showing of one of my pieces tomorrow. It’s nothing big or crazy, just... a little piece I’m really proud of and I’d like it if you would go with me?” This was definitely far more important than any Halloween party they’d been set to attend, though butterflies knotted her stomach like weighted lead and she’s more than just a little nervous.

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john:

“Yeah? About what?”

“About our weekend plans...” Nibbling nervously on the corner of her lower lip, she shrugs one shoulder and tucks her hair behind her ear. “I hope you weren’t completely set on that party.” 

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@tourniquet

“So, there’s a slight chance I might have fibbed a little.” 

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anyarps:

I love chill roleplay partners that don’t mind when you go mia for a while and totally understand that some weeks you’re just busy and some days you’re not even busy you just don’t want to deal with the world in general/don’t want to do a thing and who don’t think that just bc you haven’t talked in a week or two that means the plot is dead and who don’t need to be in daily contact with you to enjoy writing/talking/plotting with you and I love that when we finally have so time time to talk/rp we just pick up right where we left off and it’s never weird or awkward God bless u guys

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stefan:

Stefan checked the clock at work while his patient was talking. He dreaded the next five minutes thinking about what his life has become. He wasn’t ready to be a father and he sure as hell didn’t want to be a parent with the ex from hell. He puffed his cheeks and tapped his leg. “Alright that’s all the time we have today. See you next week.” he said politely opening the door for his psych patient. He grabbed his jacket and walked out to his car twirling his keys around his index finger. When he got in the car he sat in silence staring at the clock debating on whether he should really go home to a house he didn’t want to be or go some here else. He decided to head home and he parked in the street. The next door neighbor was outside sitting on her patio. He enjoyed living next to such a beautiful girl. She invited him over and they had some drinks. Time flew and by the time he realized he had to be home it was late. He tried sneaking through the back door but the door slammed behind him.”Shit.” he whispered to himself. Before he knew it his counterpart was standing in front of him. “Did you really think I meant to slam the door behind me? I’m not an idiot I know Hayden should be asleep. What do you mean you just put Hayden down to sleep? It’s two am what the hell have you been doing he should’ve been asleep hours ago.” he said annoyed that she was on his case when she wasn’t being responsible. “I’m sorry for slamming the door. I was next door and I shouldn’t have stayed out til two it was irresponsible.” he said puffing his cheeks and getting a sip of water.

Golden hues narrow in his direction, nose wrinkled to escape the stench of alcohol which isn’t as strong as it could have been considering their circumstances. “You could at least be a little more considerate whether you meant to do it or not,” she argues, stalking across the kitchen to shove her hands into the sink - busying herself with washing what little dishes remain from dinner the evening before. “Yes, he woke up an hour ago because he was hungry, so yes, I just put him back to sleep.” Dorothy adds, her frustration mounting because of the tone in his voice, bubbles sloshing this way and that as she rinses the dishes she’s just washed. “You’re right, it was irresponsible and you were next door? You could have at least called.” No, she hadn’t been worried. If she was worried about anything, she was worried about Hayden waking up for a second time before she managed to get some sleep herself. Dorothy had known this wouldn’t be easy, but she hadn’t... she hadn’t realized it would be this hard. 

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mun related

send me one ( or more ) of the following.

✮ ━ top three favorite muses that you’ve played

♫ ━ a small playlist for a muse of your choice

ღ ━ favorite canon ships for your muse(s). are there any you dislike?

✄ ━ do you have any artistic abilities? If so, what can you do?

☀ ━ how long have you been roleplaying? how did you get into it?

❤ ━ do you have any crackships for your muse?

♕ ━ which fictional characters are your favorites?

回 ━ what are your top four favorite shows?

◈  ━ share some headcanons that you have for a muse of your choosing

↓ ━ have you had any bad experiences with roleplaying?

☾ ━ how many pets do you own? if none, what kind of animals do you like?

♣ ━ share five random facts about yourself

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starter based on this plot.

If she steps on another baby toy once more time... she winces, snatching the toy up from the floor to toss it into the toy bin across the way. Her aim, for being bleary eyed, is pretty good at this time of night, though she’s trying to be as quiet as possible because she’d just laid Hayden down to sleep. He’s been so very fussy lately, but who wouldn’t be after the ordeal the little one had gone through? Dorothy isn’t sure she’d be capable of handling losing her parents in such a manner with nearly as much grace. Then again, he’s saved from really not having any clue what’s happening around him, save for these people who he had to learn to get used to taking care of him. Wrapping up in a fluffy bath robe, a wince claims her face when she hears the rough slam of the back door. Her footsteps are quick, meandering through to the kitchen where she’s quick to glare at her parenting counterpart. “Are you insane? I just put Hayden down to sleep, why would you come in here slamming doors at two in the morning?!” She doesn’t mean to sound so harsh because she was an advocate for patience, but this isn’t the first time they’ve come home smelling of liquor and it’s... God help her, it’s so frustrating.

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dude forget teacher/student relationships what about a teacher/teacher relationship where muse a is a math teacher and muse b is the cute new art teacher and they sort of strike up a conversation the day before the first day of school like “haha, good like controlling these hormonal teenagers” and they become like awkward friends who always run in to each other in the teacher’s lounge or always go to each other’s rooms for extra copy paper even though they’re fucking across the school from each other and all the students ship it and lmao help 

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Stunning artwork by Matt Leckie

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Lights, lunch doodle #sketch #art #doodle #godrays #artist #characterdesign #chicks

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You want roles that challenge you and that scare you a little and where you can really discover something, even about yourself, that maybe you didn’t understand.

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text | dorothy+sergei

Sergei: See you soon.

Sergei: Slipping his shoes and and tugging his jacket over his shoulders, he let his moms know he'd be back a little later before heading outside. Sergei moved to the steps, taking a seat as he waited for Dorothy to arrive.

Dorothy: He doesn't have to wait long, because she joins him not two minutes after he makes his way outside. "Hey there," she smiles warmly at him, dropping a neat kiss to his cheek before settling down beside him. "Sorry to steal you away. I missed you a little," the brunette admits with a sheepish grin, licking the corner of her lips when her shoulder comes to rest against his. "How are you?"