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[baenuit]

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𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗈𝗌;;

𝙽𝙴𝚅𝙴 ࡛ 𝙳𝙾𝙲𝙴

𝙰𝙼𝙾𝚁 ﹠ 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗁𝖺𝗌

𝐑᳢𝐀̸𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐓͜͡ 𝐇𝐎̸𝐋𝐄࣪ ‹♡̸̶࣪›

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐥𝐮𝐢𝐞 ✿︎✿︎ 𝒃𝐥𝐞𝐮

𝖢𝖠𝖱𝖠𝖬𝖤𝖫𝖮⠀⠀♡⠀⠀ 𝅄

𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗒 ✿⃘ㅤ 砂糖会社

𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖺 ⠀ׅ ⠀ ❀ 𝗉𝖾́𝗍𝖺𝗅𝖺

𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗅 𝖾 𝗌 𝗌 ͜∞͡ 𝗉 𝖺 𝗌 𝗌 𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌

𝖀𝖭𝖪𝖭𝖮𝖶𝖭 ୨𖣔୧ 𝕱𝖮𝖱𝖤𝖲𝖳

✟  必要 𝕾𝗈𝗆𝖾𝖻𝗈��𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗆𝖾

𝗌𝗈𝗅 𝖽𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖺    * ✵    𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗇𝗈𝗂𝗍𝖾

𝗆𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗍 . . . 失った . . . 𝖺𝗋𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗌

𝖽𝗈𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖿𝗈𝗇𝗂𝖺𝗌, 𝖺𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝖾𝗅𝗈𝖽𝗂𝖺𝗌.

𝖻𝖾𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 ﹙ 𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗲 ﹚.

random──deco

[tyummy-rp]

Missed Connections || Tara & Ted

It seemed the universe was taunting her, or maybe she was just hallucinating. Either way she had been seeing the same guy everywhere she went for the last week. And everytime she tried to say anything, it was as if it just wasn’t meant to be. Or, again, maybe it was a hallucination.

The first instance, Tara had been showing Tana around the campus when she spotted him. Tall, cute and in a milk man’s outfit? “Ew, bitch don’t even think about it.” Tara frowned as Tana seemed to already be reading her mind. “But-“ “YOU’RE VEGAN.” well. She had a point there. And at any rate Tana was already dragging her away, so she couldn’t exactly make a scene. Still, she did try to catch his eyesight, she was never quite sure if she did.

The next time, Tara was sneaking into Theta to steal Bailey away for a hangout. She was waiting for her to come out when she caught sight of him for only a moment, he was tall enough that he was hard to miss. After this, she affectionately started referring to him as the milkman since she still didn’t know his name. She saw him one other time in passing on her way to therapy.

Starting to feel a little bit like a stalker, Tara had all but given up on finding this mystery man- which felt kinda ironic given her recent birthday theme. Whoever he was, he wasn’t meant for her to find, so she’d get him out of her head some other way. Sitting under one of the larger trees in the quad, she sketched a comic style version of him from that first day she saw him. Maybe getting him on paper would make her drop the whole thing.

@teddy-visi0n

[bluesdeexus]

범죄 , 𝒃𝒊𝒐𝒔 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒂 𝒓𝒑𝒈.

01.

ន𝘁𝗮𝗿𝖻𝗈𝗒 ` 〃 ﹠̲ , tαke ˎˊ

@𝗍𝗁𝖾𝚆𝖾𝖾𝗄𝗇𝖽 ♥︎ ░⃝ 222 ...꩜

02.

꒰ ִִֶֶָ 𝖫𝖾𝗍 ࣪ 𓈒 𝗆𝖾 𝖻𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 ★

'𝗹𝗲𝗰꯭𝗰𝘆 , 𝗺𝗲꯭𝘁𝗲𝗿 @userlove ♡

03.

@/𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗮𝗴𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗵 ࣪ ᧉlᧉ / dᧉlᧉ𓈒 ﹟

✧ . 𝓝. 𝗺𝗲꯭𝘁𝗲𝗿 ‹ ♡. 𝟐𝟑𝟑 luv

04.

˚ 𝗉𝗅ɑ𝗂𝗍, 𝗍ꪱ꯭𝖾𝗇꯭𝗌-꯭𝗆꯭𝗈ꪱ꯭.꯭.. ㅤ꯭ㅤ໋ㅤ𖦹ㅤ

집 , ♥︎ׅ. 𝐋ove 𝐔 : @user . 𝑂ִ𝟤ֺㅤᩴㅤִㅤ໋

★ Ib for @/fluzior on ig

[quinn-jfc]

Quinn rustles through the cabinets of her and Rachel's apartment. She can't remember what she's looking for anymore, and that makes her all the more frustrated.

Breathe, she reminds herself.

But it's hard.

Slender fingers run through dyed brunette locks as Quinn scrunches her face.

Rachel. She could help. But she's not home right now. And Quinn can't call her. Her show is happening.

A sharp inhale. I don't need help. I just need a walk.

And with that, Quinn pulls on her coat and walks out into the cold night.

[i9evabae]

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[jeremiahofphilo]

The grin and shift in subject settled his mind a little bit, and he found his smile was growing more genuine.

"Let's see... I've been a florist in the area for some time now. I typically just do custom bouquets and single stems. I'm a one man show so I can't do large scale events. As a hobby I tend to do some IT tinkering on the web. My life isn't very glamorous. Not like a hunter's."

Then again, Jeremiah realized, talking about himself was just as dangerous.

"A-anyways! Enough about me. What made you want to become a hunter? It sure looks dangerous."

CHANCE ENCOUNTERS — ୨୧⋆ ˚ an open starter

The late afternoon sun cast a warm glow over the bustling city streets as Amelia made her way through the familiar hustle and bustle of urban life. Her steps were purposeful yet unhurried, used to the rhythm of Linkon City. She tucked a loose strand of ginger hair behind her ear, a habit born out of years of repetition.

As she passed by the quaint café on the corner, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the sweet scent of pastries, tempting her senses. Destiny Café. 『Truly a curious name』 she thought, and with a faint smile, decided to indulge herself and stepped inside, the door chiming softly behind her.

The cozy ambiance of the café enveloped her, providing a welcome respite from the outside world. She found an empty table by the window, the golden sunlight streaming in and warming her skin. Taking a seat, she reached for the menu, her eyes scanning the array of options before her.

But as she pondered her choices, her gaze wandered beyond the confines of the café, out into the busy street.

[meusonhares]

Caso utilize, dê o like or reblog. 🪴

(@teusonhares) on ig

[ios2goth]

que o universo não me perdoe

por tentar com tanta força ser feliz.

sempre entendi a frase “você é o seu pior inimigo”, porque a cobrança pra que eu fosse melhor sempre veio primordialmente de mim. 🫀’ • ☆ - 늘 나밖에 몰랐었던 이기적인 내가. . . 🕸️

eu não queria ser só uma boa pessoa.

queria ser a melhor do mundo.

✧ ☁️ ‘ eu vi o perdão quando não houve culpa por se perder o gosto do riso, a paz do olhar na pele , , , o barulho ameno das palavras não ditas, mas entendidas. ^ ⁕ ^ 🔪♡ ִ quando eu parei de tentar não perder as memórias. ˖ִ ✩

eu senti a paz do fim quando entendi: são as rachaduras na terra que fazem os rios se tornarem grandes. (…;) — 작았던 꿈마저 너무 무거울 때 ￮ 𓈒 ㅎ ֹ ᮫ ☝🏻♡ ֹ ! ⁺ ｡ ﾟ We will be fine, 그래도 돼 ‘ ⚰️ • ★ 🍃

[vuefleur]

BIOGRAFIA

your–destinyㅤ is ㅤmine,ㅤ it's ㅤ@ours. [ ... ]

love–of–poetry ㅤ&literatureㅤ ✦

fall ㅤ loveㅤ ᐟ́*ׅ࣪🍁` ���soulmate

@ vuefleur

[yerproblematicfav]

Hello Tumblers and Baddie Fumblers, this is my first attempt at a promo post so please be gentle. 😊

Hazbin Hotel is my current hyperfixation so I figured I'd try and break into the role play scene on this site. 🤗

For obvious reasons, be 21+ ONLY. Mun is 25+ themselves. MINORS DNI. 🤬

Other than being of the legal age to consume alcohol in the United States, my ideal writing partner would be someone who enjoys writing dark and/or dead dove subjects. And although it isn't an absolute necessity to write with me, I do find that when the plot is vanilla for too long I tend to get bored and lose interest. I crave drama. 🔥

I'm happy to write any type of relationship between our characters, be that familial, friends, romantic, enemies, etc. if you can dream it, we can write it. 🌈

I do enjoy writing ERP, but we don’t have to include that if it makes you uncomfortable. I’m also always more than willing to do a ‘fade to black,’ moment. If you do choose to do an ERP with me, by default I tend to make Angel a bratty sub. I can and will write him as a top, but it is not my preference to do so. 😌

As far as ships go, I am willing to write just about any MxM ship. TW: I am what you'd consider a proshipper myself, because I do ship AngelNiss and ValAngel, but I also ship the normal stuff like Huskerdust. I understand that most people find those types of ships repulsive, so I will always use the appropriate tags when posting content of them so that you can block the tags. If that’s a deal breaker for you then I am very sorry, but I can’t stop being me, babes. 🤷‍♀️

I won't personally write Angel as being in a romantic or sexual relationship with a female character because he is canonically gay and I want to respect his sexuality, but if you do that, more power to ya. 🌸

I actually enjoy writing some of the more taboo and weird stuff including dead dove topics such as: incest, mpreg, age gaps, gender swaps, futas, dubcon, noncon, and so on and so forth. So if you want to rp something but you’re afraid of it coming off as strange, please don’t be afraid to reach out. The worst I can say is no, right? ✨

I tend to write multiple paragraphs per reply and in the third person style but I don't mind matching my partner's style instead. 📝

If you’re interested in writing with me, drop a like or DM me and let’s start hitching some kind of plot together! 💙

[jeremiahofphilo]

He barely concentrates on the words, feeling the heat in his neck worsen as he watches her gaze. He does catch the last bit about the sweetness still, and shakes his head. "No, not too sweet at all."

"Actually," He took another sip, "It's not bad. I don't hate it." For once.

Desire is slowly building within him, beckoning to close the distance, to say some horridly selfish and stupidly charismatic thing, something Xavier would say. He can almost imagine himself doing it, wants to see her reaction to it. But he can't, and doesn't. All he can do is overthink and watch her expressions, as vibrant as the drink in her hands.

"Tar, I dunno if it's the environment or something was in that or what, but, you look beautiful."

{closed} Boba and Bubbles @taraandtarot

After an entire evening of sorting through florals and staring at various websites, he was certain he had his act together. It had been 15 years since his last date, but... with the bits of encouragement he'd been receiving he felt some of the nerves give way to excitement. Before he went to bed, with trembling fingers, he slipped the ring off the necklace that he always kept beneath his collar and stowed it safely away in a box of dried marigolds.

The next day, after a fresh haircut, at 20 minutes until noon, he arrived at the boba shop they'd agreed upon, a few small flowers wrapped in tissue behind his back.

[->Tara: Hey I'm here! Take your time :)]

[tyummy-rp]

You’re My Only Hope || Schlatt & Tara

“Sugar?” Tara’s voice rang out through her room… and then the kitchen… and then the common area. Finally she had the sinking feeling that when the cleaners came that night… they may have let Sugar out in the process. Jaiden had already left, Rose was with Bailey and Suzy, she was pretty sure Ro had her “boyfriend” over. So her only real option to beg for help was… Schlatt. Thankfully in her panic stricken state, she couldn’t even begin to second think it, she just did.

And that’s how she ended up at his door, last nights makeup still on and slightly smeared, her shorts and “Fatherless Behavior” t-shirt on, and bunny slippers. She’d never want him to see her so dishelved otherwise, but if it came to Sugar’s safety, that mattered more than anything else. “Schlatt, I know you’re probably still sleeping but pleaseeeee I need your help!” She paused, frowning. “It’s an emergency!” Her voice was desperate, desperate enough that she hoped he’d open up.

@principal-of-business

[bluesdeexus]

Bios para rpg 🐚

𝗘𝗹𝗮 𝖾𝗋𝖺 𝖻𝗈𝗻𝗶𝗍𝗮 𝗱𝖾 𝗎𝗆 𝗃𝗲𝗶𝘁𝗈 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗲

𝗲 𝖺 𝖻𝖾𝙡𝙚𝙯𝙖 𝖾 𝖺 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝗼𝗿 𝖽𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝖺𝗌 𝙦𝙪𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙙𝙖𝙙𝙚��

𝐓𝕖𝕞 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐨 𝓥𝐨𝐜𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐝𝐞 𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐚 𝐪𝐮𝐞 𝐭𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐢 @/userlove

T𝐨𝐝𝐚 𝒑𝒐𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒂 𝐝𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐨 𝒏𝒂𝒐 𝐥𝐡𝐞 𝒅𝒆𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒂 🫀

ㅤse quiser usar alguma das bios , dê os devidos créditoa a @/fluzior on ig.

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[rosesonbreeze]

OPEN TO: M/F/NB PLOT: Your muse and Elias are in a friends-with-benefits situationship, except Elias has been pushing for more from your muse. Maybe your muse isn’t into him. Maybe your muse is rebounding and not ready to date. Go wild! MUSE: Elias Hatzfeld, 35, Man in Finance/Heir to a transportation company, peak golden boy with a side of righteousness but his heart is usually in the right place.

“Well, the bride and groom are out the door. Guess the night’s over.” Elias thinks out loud, back pressed against the wall as he nurses a whiskey against his tuxedo. He should be happy. Unlike the rest of the groomsmen, he didn’t need to flirt and schmooze his way to find someone to go home with. There they were, pretty and eager, with both of their coats already collected from coat check. “Why won’t you date me?” He finally asks, tongue loosened by too many whiskeys and the jealousy that never seems to calm itself.

[pu55yluvr666]

Call me, Beep me || OPEN.

How long had passed since she holed herself up in her room after breakfast? She'd done her mandatory grunts towards her fellow housemates that morning so she thought that deserved some alone time. Plus with the move she was so behind on content. After a few hours she had already made 5 or 6 tiktok videos for the day, so it seemed as good as time as any to finally take a break from being so recluse.

Currently, she stood in full cosplay garb. She needed to get con ready, and her cosplay videos last year were some of her fans favorites. However this was her second costume of the day and the thought of scrubbing the makeup off so soon made her skin crawl... besides... they were all content creators right? This would hardly be the weirdest thing anyone would see this week.

So, she's off. Dressed head to toe as Shego from Kim Possible. She's in dire need of some fresh air, but a snack might be nice too? She vaguely remembered where the cafeteria was based on her guide around the campus. Heading towards where she thought it might be, she cut through Quad, oblivious to any strange looks she could have garnered from her get up.

[hrh-henrywales]

Oh, S**t || Henlex (December 2nd)

Usually, whenever Henry had to attend to an event, he would already be calculating the hour in which he would have Shaan picking him up to take him home, that's how much he would always look forward to those things. But this time, on this night, he was actually excited about this particular fundraiser, the one when not only he was determined to get enough money from the people attending the party for the Children's Hospital, but because Alex would be attending to the party, or at least he was hoping he would. And that was giving him huge butterflies in the stomach.

He was still surprised about how well things were going with the American man. They weren't 'besties' by any means, but things had developed into a good, nice status where they could be friendly, even playful with one another, all of aimed by an almost constant texting and phone calls at any time of night, and day. Not to mention it had made their own study environment much more calm, which in return made their assignment to move forward much more easily.

And tonight, they had a chance to hang out at a much more relaxed place than school, even if it wasn't the wildest of parties, they could still have fun, right? His train of thoughts came to a stop when the limo stopped and his door was opened for him to step out. Flashes came at it from every angle, and he waved a little at them before he turned around and headed inside, the yelling of 'Your Highness' being thrown at his back.

@acd-at-oxford