I'm Trisha and my folks work at Sumdac's in Detroit. It's a bit...weird. (Indie-multiverse-RP blog for TFA-Trisha)
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Reblog if it is totally, 100% fine to send anonymous comments to your muse pertaining to the events in your RP
( originally by imlostinthesnow, archived here)
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Makes sense, makes sense...
and dude, please help. Like, I became a hermit over the last few years and I need to fix that
Wait you're shorter than 5 feet?? When?? ....am I becoming like Clifford the Big Red Dog?
I'm the equivalent of 5 feet, to other Cybertronians.
And the fact I like you enough to tell you that means I like you a LOT, by the way. Hi, Trisha! (grabs her and tosses her gently in his hand like a beanbag)
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Ah right....forgot that I have to breathe up there. .....in my defense, pretty sure that cop that...I heard went through that portal that’s on Sumdac’s building somehow survived on your world and....you guys don’t breathe so how...?
Ugh, too confusing.
.....also, know how to bond with kids? I feel like I stepped outside for the first time and everything is on fire because I have absolutely no idea what I have missed out on.
Wait you're shorter than 5 feet?? When?? ....am I becoming like Clifford the Big Red Dog?
I'm the equivalent of 5 feet, to other Cybertronians.
And the fact I like you enough to tell you that means I like you a LOT, by the way. Hi, Trisha! (grabs her and tosses her gently in his hand like a beanbag)
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Is it weird that I wanna come with?
Wait you're shorter than 5 feet?? When?? ....am I becoming like Clifford the Big Red Dog?
I'm the equivalent of 5 feet, to other Cybertronians.
And the fact I like you enough to tell you that means I like you a LOT, by the way. Hi, Trisha! (grabs her and tosses her gently in his hand like a beanbag)
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*she laughs as she’s being tossed gently* Hi Bee!
Trying to be more active but uh....kinda failing.
Wait you're shorter than 5 feet?? When?? ....am I becoming like Clifford the Big Red Dog?
I'm the equivalent of 5 feet, to other Cybertronians.
And the fact I like you enough to tell you that means I like you a LOT, by the way. Hi, Trisha! (grabs her and tosses her gently in his hand like a beanbag)
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.....mun got distracted.
uuuugh.
weather didn’t help any. It rained earlier this week and we couldn’t go to the thing but we’re hoping to go today....maybe?
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No idea, dude and....honestly not sure why he’s being nice? I mean....yeah, we’re family but I haven’t really seen him since....maybe back when I had that trip to the jail? But that was years ago.
......maybe he’s hanging out with me out of.....I don’t wanna say ‘pity’ but dude, I do not recall the last time I hung out with my friends from my class back. I more or less went full.... Hikikomori! .....more or less.
.....I mean, it doesn’t really count when I’m still going out and about the house and helping raise the Pokemon, but still! I became a hermit! and I’m only a teenager!
Sooooo, my uncle is apparently on parole and wants to take my family to some place he and my dad went to when they were kids.
That guy is ONLY nice to you! Seriously! Where y'all even going?
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......*siiiiighs*
Mun didn’t do the thiiiiing now we have to delay it until tomorrow. Uuuuuuugh.
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Trisha was looking at some menu online, her family getting ready to order for pick up, when there was a knock on the door. “? I’ll get it!” she said as she pushed herself off the couch. She strolled over to the front door and opened it, her eyes widening. “Uncle Aaron!” she exclaimed with a wide grin on her face.
“Salutations, Trisha! It’s been....what, 6 years since I’ve last seen you? And you’ve grown quite a lot in such a short amount of time!” Angry Archer, er, Aaron said. It was strange looking at the man who was normally dressed up as Robin Hood, but in a more....normal outfit, like a green sweater and beige pants. “I remember when you would call me ‘Uncle Archie’!”
The teen rolled her eyes as her parents came to see their guest. “Apparently the mun never checked to see if you actually had a first name. ....or an actual last name,” she pointed out, noticing how her uncle looked confused by the statement. “Ah, what brings you here?”
“Well you see, I’ve been privy to a parole and-” he started to explain before noticing the look on his brother’s face. “Right, dropping the act, but my parole officer is allowing me to take you all for a trip to ye-olde-Detroit.”
Trisha just looked amused. “So much for dropping the act, unc.”
“Oh but I honestly do mean ‘ye-old-Detroit’; you see, I’ve been feeling nostalgic and I found out that one of the places that me and your father went to when we were younger was still around in the older sections of town! I thought ‘why not bring the whole family!’ and here I am!”
“Old places...” her father murmured before snapping his fingers. “Oh I know exactly what you’re talking about! Ah, but we were about to get some lunch...”
Aaron frowned, rubbing his chin. “A problem to be sure....perhaps we can check it out tomorrow, Issac?”
“Sounds good to me! Would your parole officer be ok with you staying here for lunch?” he asked. “Or would that be possibly breaking it?”
Aaron groaned, “right, you have a point....Well I can’t stay, unfortunately, but maybe next time!” And with a wave, he was heading back to the car he came in, being driven by what Trisha assumed was a robotic parole officer. “Until tomorrow!”
Trisha looked up at her dad as he left. “You seem...alright with this; you normally don’t like talking to him.”
“Well...I don’t, but if he’s on parole, he’s probably getting some help or something. Besides, I think you’ll like this trip we’re going tomorrow; right now, lunch!”
#ic status#((....yeah found out a few things while typing this and yes I do plan on having her check out a place tomorrow))
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halloween-ish starter prompts
send me a word for a starter
send me AFRAID! for a starter based around a phobia my character has.
send me BOO! for a starter where my character trying to scare yours.
send me BLACK CAT! for a starter where my character comes home with a stray cat.
send me BLOOD! for a starter where my character is extremely injured.
send me CANDY! for a starter where my character has a stomach ache from eating too much candy.
send me CEMETERY! for a starter where my character is visiting someone who’s passed away with your character.
send me COSTUME! for a starter where my character is showing yours their halloween costume.
send me DARKNESS! for a starter where all the electricity goes out in the middle of the night.
send me GHOST! for a starter where my character is trying to convince yours that ghosts are/aren’t real.
send me GRIM REAPER! for a starter where my character is dying.
send me HAUNT! for a starter where my character thinks the house is haunted.
send me JACK O’LANTERN! for a starter where our characters are carving pumpkins.
send me NIGHTMARE! for a starter where my character suddenly wakes up from a bad dream.
send me SPIDER! for a starter where my character spots a spider while in the shower.
send me TRICK OR TREAT! for any halloween based starter.
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She gave a shrug. “I’m just trying to get used to doing stuff away from the house. I feel like I became part hermit over the last few years and...oh wow I should be getting ready for high school soon.”
The downside to actually having a character get older in a medium where not that many characters actually get older.
“.....outside of that, can’t really say nothing much has happened?”
"Soooo how are you liking Earth so far?"
“I’m likin’ it so far. A bit confusing at times, but in general it’s pretty good.”
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“At least you have some...human pals or like autobots that have been around longer that’ll help with some of that confusion, but I’m glad to hear that!” the teen smiled. “Are you getting used to some of the weirder weather around here or no? Not sure what Cybertron’s weather is like, but gotta ask, y’know?”
"Soooo how are you liking Earth so far?"
"I'm likin' it so far. A bit confusing at times, but in general it's pretty good."
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seriously though if you use the number generator thing to do your drafts, it helps me so much?? like it's so simple but it gets stuff going. so here's how it goes!
say you have like. idk. 50 threads in your drafts.
they've been there a while, you don't know where to start. maybe you feel overwhelmed. maybe you lack the motivation. it's okay!! we're all there.
here's a possible solution that works for me!
go into google and type in "number generator"
enter a number range from 1 to X. X is the number of drafts you have. so in this case, X is 50.
click generate, and go to the corresponding draft.
here's the nice part!
when you reach the draft, say, draft number 4.
you have to do something with the draft. but that action isn't necessarily "complete and post". sometimes you might look at it and decide to delete it. sometimes you might just write an extra line, or pick an icon, or add an extra word or a tag. and that's wonderful too!!
the most important thing is that no matter what number you have in front of you, you do something with the corresponding draft. you can't ignore it. you have to decide to do something with it.
anyway, that's how i got my drafts from 57 to 25 last week, so i hope it helps you guys too!!
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As long as I don’t fall or make a giant nosedive into the ground as soon as I’m 3 feet off the ground, I think I’ll be fine!
*kicks off the ground and follows after him*
*There's an attempt at kicking a door open with her tiny feet, but it's not working* BEE, HOLY FUCK, I'M TURNING FIFTEEN NEXT MONTH.
TRISHA HOLY FUCK HOW ARE YOU THIS OLD?!
(Bee opens the door to the tree.) Oh frag you're like so the same but so different.
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*grabs the broom and hops on it* God it’s been ages since we’ve hung out! Or that I even used this thing!
*There's an attempt at kicking a door open with her tiny feet, but it's not working* BEE, HOLY FUCK, I'M TURNING FIFTEEN NEXT MONTH.
TRISHA HOLY FUCK HOW ARE YOU THIS OLD?!
(Bee opens the door to the tree.) Oh frag you're like so the same but so different.
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*KICKS THE BLOG*
NEW LOOK TO MATCH MY TEENAGE SELF
FRESH START TO ATTEMPT BEING ACTIVE FOR ONCE
LET’S GOOOOO
((It’s not really a fresh start if we’re keeping some of the awkward moments from years ago-))
NOPE, NONE OF THAT. IT’S OCTOBER AND I’M GONNA TAKE ADVANTAGE OF THAT BY USING THE SPELLBOOK THAT YOU GOT ME AND GO FLY AROUND ON A BROOM.
*CLAPS*
WHO’S IN?
#((....I guess this is an invitation for me throwing this teen into people's inboxes))#((....she may or may not be using a broomstick as her mode of transportation. ....should get her a moped in some verses tho))
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