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[ 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝 ] : receiver is trying to win sender's trust in order to escape later. (From poison ivy)
His memory was hazy but the circumstances leading to his capture would likely come back to him at some point. But all he could do now was focus on his current situation. “You know I admire what you’re doing..” Eliasz admitted aloud hoping his captor was paying attention. Even with his own abilities not being the most effective, the best Eliasz could do was improvise.
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Upon waking up, Pamela promptly straddled her husband's lap. A soft grin came to her lips in the slivers of early morning light as she glanced down at his sleeping face, waiting for him to stir before whispering, "Happy birthday, my love."
Bruce stirred awake as he felt the feeling of his wife on top of him and then smelled what could only be described as the scent of fresh flowers in bloom. He opened his eyes slowly and smiled seeing Pamela on him. And with the sun shining on her she looked like a goddess.
"Thank you." He said softly.
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"Doctor Isley? Doctor Nora Clavicle! Thank you for meeting me. I have wanted us to meet for a while, I am a fan of your hatred of men and your work."
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Tagged by: @heartxshaped-bruises (😁)
Tagging: @thanaredreamtof , @uncxntrxllable , @lunarruled , @twdgdeadmanwalking , @lostxones , @interxstitial , @waveofstars , @blindspct , @bcrntortured , @fangsandmagic , @crowns-and-claws
Get to know the mun
NAME? Mo Mo
PRONOUNS? ///
PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION? Tumblr Messenger, Discord, or my other socials if I've given them to you.
MOST ACTIVE MUSE? It honestly fluctuates. If I'm not writing a muse, then chances are I have little to no muse for them (even though they remain active. Without writing partners they fall to the wayside.) But I do enjoy writing Ethan and Gage.
EXPERIENCE / HOW MANY YEARS? Five years. All on here and Discord.
BEST EXPERIENCE? Definitely the friends I've made on here.
RP PET PEEVES? When a blog boasts that its all about communication, but then they don't follow what they preach. I don't expect lighting fast answers or conversations to be daily, but every once in awhile is fair to know they're still interested and/or around. Especailly if there is an issue with the writing, plot, ooc, etc.
Also when there is no interaction with posts. I don't mean rebloggin memes or aesthetic posts, but starters, answers, and the like. It sucks when a potential writing partner and I are plotting, everything is going great, the starter gets put out or replied to, and then poof. Nothing. Not even a like to know they got it. I enjoy writing and it is just a hobby, but I do put a decent amount of effort into what I write. I like it to be enjoyable for both and try very hard to make it feel like you're in the story as we write it. To be ghosted after getting excited to play things out sucks. I would much rather prefer a message or even comment that you're just not inot it anymore than to be left hoping.
FLUFF, ANGST OR SMUT? Angst and fluff. Hundred percent. And smut is a hard no for me.
PLOTS OR MEMES? Either or. Although I'm a big 'get the general idea and starting point, then wing it' plotter. Too much plotting and it sort of ruins the possibilities for me.
LONG OR SHORT REPLIES? Mostly long. I can't help it. Once I start writing, I don't stop until I feel like its finished and at a good point for my partner to continue. But I'm not opposed to a couple paragraphs here and there.
TIME TO WRITE? Whenever I have the time. I have a full time job, three kids, three dogs (one of which is only six months old and still training), and a life to keep up with outside of here. I'm always on the go, so I write when I can get it in. I tend to draft up replies and jump back and forth as the muse strikes until a reply in finished. Very rarely do I have time to just sit at my laptop and write.
ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSES? Yes and no. They all have pieces of me in them, and I use real life experience/stories to develop them, but as a general overall we are all very different.
#heartxshaped-bruises#thanaredreamtof#uncxntrxllable#lunarruled#twdgdeadmanwalking#lostxones#interxstitial#waveofstars#blindspct#bcrntortured#fangsandmagic#crowns-and-claws#[the fourth wall of a fourth wall is sixteen walls: ooc]
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❛ rome wasn’t built in a day, but it burned in one. ❜
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"Are you suggesting I am responsible for such destruction, because I am a dragon?" A mirthless laugh left his lips. "Mortals are capable of that and more."
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How do you tragically die?
Your Result: Buying Time for the Hero
Your comrade is the one who needs to save the world. Their quest is too important to fail and you knew it, so when the risk was greatest, you fought with everything you had to keep it at bay. In the end, you lost your life, but you did so in the most badass way possible. Be proud!
Tagged by: Stolen from the dash.
Tagging: @fallesto (Stannis) @redemptioninchaos @imxthexhandler @s-pecialist @bcrntortured (Ivy)
+Anyone who wants to :-)
https://uquiz.com/quiz/EfPe2O/how-do-you-tragically-die
#How do you tragically die?#Headcanons#fallesto#redemptioninchaos#imxthexhandler#s-pecialist#bcrntortured
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Stjepan Sejic - Poison Ivy
#nora clavicle#bcrntortured#m; pamela isley/poison ivy#love your work and look#can we meet again for tea and garden talk or maybe a team up to hunt some men?#i hear there are some oil billionaires in town
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❛ how long has it been since you've slept? ❜ ivy @ bruce
"Just two days. I'll go to sleep tonight... after patrol."
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GO ON PINTEREST AND TYPE "YOUR NAME + CORE" AND POST THE FIRST RESULTS
Tagged by: @heartxshaped-bruises
Tagging: @thanaredreamtof , @lostxones , @wynterlanding , @bcrntortured , @emmaxmeyer , @strictlyoc , @strong-not-weak , @lunarruled , and YOU
Emily

Ivy

Ofreyja

#heartxshaped-bruises#thanaredreamtof#lostxones#wynterlanding#bcrntortured#emmaxmeyer#strictlyoc#strong-not-weak#lunarruled#[swimming in strange waters: emily]#[i am who i am; your approval isn't needed: ivy]#[i am what is; what hath been; and what shall be: ofreyja]#[perceptible things: aesthetics]
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It was during the end era of WWll, and the allies against the axis had come to a stalemate. The Germans had come into possession of weapons left and right. Where and how they had come into possession of these tanks, missiles, and planes was beyond anyone’s guess. However, the rest of the world was not about to give up this war.
Roy Jackduggan, a soldier from the American allies was put up to bat. Originally a soldier, he was now going to be put in a strike team to take out all weapon manufacturing factories in Europe, one by one if he had to. However, he wouldn’t be doing it alone. Accompanying him would be other soldiers he had become good friends with. This wasn’t unusual, but it also wasn’t the big difference.
The difference would be a woman, their so called “Handler”. She was going to be in charge of this mission, and directing them where they needed to go, and what they needed to hit. There were some worries, as there should have been, but the biggest issue was the unseen one. This woman didn’t work for them, she worked for the Germans, an issue that would be more prominent much later on.

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"Well, it's technically only enemy territory for me. You're meant to be here on base," she tried assuring him. "But it might piss off a boss or two if we get caught," she added with an attempted smirk, huffing out a small chuckle.
She could practically see the apprehension emanating from him. Ivy knew it wasn't really fair to ask him for the risk. While it was his brother in arms they were looking for, her portion wasn't his. But necessary evils were common practice in her line of work and she'd grown used to seeing the pained expressions of those she was forced to lure in to her web.
"I know this isn't the most ideal for either of us, but get me to the right screen and it can be done. In and out. No one will ever know I was there," she confidently confirmed. "Are you close to any of the commanding officers?" she asked of his needed connections.
open to anyone
"Okay wait- run that by me again. You want to do what, now?"
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RP with Phoenix
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The Hard Deck was buzzing with life as Neo arrived from Ice dropping him off. He was part of the 2018 Top Gun class. He had come out first as a solo pilot and was picked by the VFA-25 squadron. “Fist of the Fleet”. Just like his father Tom Kazansky was part of that squadron prior to his Top Gun assignment.
Neo walked into the Hard Deck, immediately spotting Jake "Hangman" Seresin and Javy “Coyote” Machado horsing around while throwing darts. He spotted Mickey “Fanboy” Garcia, Reuben “Payback” Fitch and Natasha “Phoenix” Trace at the pool tables. As he gazed around the room, curiosity as to what was going to be the mission finally hit him. Neo walked towards Phoenix, Fanboy and Payback.
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Marlene Mitchell. The daughter of none other than Captain Pete "Maverick" Mitchell. She was a bit of a legacy baby for her parents. Though she chose the career path her father didn't want her to.
Upon arriving at The Hard Deck she waved to her mother Penny at the bar and went towards the pool tables waiting on her friend Natasha "Phoenix" Trace. The pair had become close friends during flight school and being two of the few female fighter pilots in their fight school class. "Nat over here!" Marlene waved seeing the other woman walk in. "It's good to see you! How are the Black Aces treating you?" Marlene asked gently as she leaned against one of the pool tables
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samantha was helping leland unpack the car, and by that i mean she was following leland as he walked back and forth, her black fuzzy blanket wrapped around herself, samantha was wearing one of leland’s sweatshirts and a pair of sweatpants, she had on a pair of slippers and fuzzy socks, samantha had quite literally rolled out of bed and gotten into the car this morning, she had spent the car ride curled up in the passenger seat, either asleep or talking to leland, mostly asleep. “im being emotional support.” she said while following leland who was walking back towards the car. “and giving you something pretty to look at while you do all the physical work.” she smiled innocently.
”your funny.” samantha rolled her eyes sarcastically, samantha didn’t do bugs, there had been multiple times sam had screamed bloody murder over a spider and made leland come kill it. “cabin sound’s nice… though i don’t know what sounds better, a secluded cabin or us being in the mountains with no cell reception where your attention’s on nothing but me.” samantha giggled, the thought of no one being able to reach her or leland honestly sounded like the best part. “as soon as you get home from your next trip.” she said matter-of-factly.
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If we're rp partners and you're not on this list, please pop in my DMs. Anyone who doesn't want to be listed, also please DM me and I'll remove you from this list. I keep this post mostly to organise my blog and replies whilst I try yet again to make a tracker work. I have not mentioned anyone just in case I flood someone's dash with notifs.
RP partners master post.
Morphy (bulwarkbolvirk)
Julian (witchered / viscountbard / multusmusae)
Alex (siiinfully)
bcbliophile
Tessa (tessastormrp)
ramblingsofamoonwatcher
wolfkcst
paramounticebound
witcheyedcrow
stanfordprepped
antithesederzeit
uncxntrxllable
storiesofthenight
mvtherslament
bcrntortured
fowardlion
usawfulfew
resignedworkaholics
wildwolfxstrangledwolf
kingofthemirkwoodelks
thegreateststrongbow + 1
EDEN (bhrathair + 1)
sylkshe
breakbcnes
heksery
adsagsona
sonoftartessos
potestmagice
assilat-vojjor
incissam
gezelligheiid
xxofloveandlossxx (?)
blxssed-and-forsaken (?)
papasourwolf
marvelouscreations
illbringthechaosmagic
ofmagicallonging
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Ben knew he wasn’t himself ever since they had come back from the doctors a few days ago. The thought of them not being able to have children was shattering. And even more so that he was the reason for it. He thought back to the alcohol and the drugs, wondering if that paid a huge part in this, and hating his younger self even more. He had been exercising more than ever to try and clear his head, but none of it seemed to work. He got in from his long morning walk, looking to his partner when he realised she was speaking to him, taking out his headphones. “Huh?” He asked and snapped back in to reality, getting out of the drowning thoughts he had for the time being. “Sorry I wasn’t -- I’m alright, I’m fine. I’m okay.” He lied, of course she was going to see through this. She always did, the shine behind his eyes seemed to have disappeared.
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