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selective indie rp. all muses and mun are over 18+. penned by dani.

[rppanda]

Ask my muse extremely personal questions!

If you could change anything about yourself, what would it be and why?

How do you take your anger out?

Have you ever been severely depressed? If so, why, and how did you handle it?

Who is someone you’ve cut out of your life, or wanted too, and why?

What’s the hardest thing you’ve ever worked for?

Have you ever faced discrimination? If so, what was it?

Has someone close to you ever said something that hurt your feelings? If so, what was it, and did they ever make up for it?

Have you ever been hit by someone close to you? If so, who hit you, and did they ever make up for it?

What’s some trauma you have, and how did you get it?

What was the scariest moment you’ve had in public?

What’s the relationship like between you and your parents?

Where do you go to be alone?

Have you ever put your hands on someone? If so, who, and did you ever make up for it?

What’s the craziest thing you’ve done with another person?

Who’s the first person you contact on a lonely night and why?

What’s your biggest regret and why?

If you could pick only one person in your life, who would it be and why?

What gives you nostalgia?

What’s something embarrassing that you enjoy doing, and why is it embarrassing?

How would you describe yourself?

[rpmemes-galore]

Captain America: The Winter Soldier   {Sentence Starters}

“On your left.“

“What’s not damaged?“

“Oh, man. I am so fired.“

“Too shy, or too scared?“

“That’s a tough way to live.“

“Yeah, I’m not ready for that.“

“Don’t say it! Don’t you say it!“

“t’s a good way not to die, though.“

“You’re a lot heavier than you look.“

“Everyone we know is trying to kill us.“

“If they’re shooting at you, they’re bad.“

“How many paid the price before you did?“

“I’m not going to fight you. You’re my friend.”

“If I run in these shoes, they’re going to fall off.“

“You’re alive! You… you came, you came back!“

“If anyone asks for me, tell them I’m right here…“

“You just can’t stop yourself from lying, can you?“

“There is nothing more horrifying… than a miracle.“

“Before we get started, does anyone want to get out?“

“You’re always so dramatic. Look, you saved the world.“

“Then finish it. ‘Cause I’m with you ‘til the end of the line.“

“I know I’m asking a lot. But, the price of freedom is high.“

“Public displays of affection make people very uncomfortable.“

“I don’t think he’s the kind you save. I think he’s the kind you stop.“

“I have lived a life. My only regret is that you didn’t get to live yours.“

“Well, all the guys from my barbershop quartet are dead, so… no, not really.“

“Believe it or not, it’s kind of hard to find someone with shared life experience.“

“All we can do is our best, and sometimes the best that we can do is to start over.“

“You know, it’s kind of hard to trust someone when you don’t know who that someone really is.“

“For as long as I can remember I just wanted to do what was right. I guess I’m not quite sure what that is anymore.”

[arducus]

heavcnlycreature‌:

With a nod and a grin, Alex sipped her coffee slowly, doing her best not to burn herself with the scorching liquid. “I don’t mind at all. This seems to be the place to be for working.” She replied, referring to many of the patrons focusing on the laptops in front of them. “What is it you do? If you don’t mind me asking. I’m usually good at guessing, but I can’t quite put my finger on it today.”

Jim set down his coffee and grabbed his laptop, a few markers and began rummaging through his bag to get the manuscript. “I’m in publishing,” he told her with a grin, pulling out the large stack of papers with notes, marked passages and crossed out sections. “I publish, I’m an agent, and I edit for some of my best authors. This... is not one of their best works,” he chuckled as he showed off the heavily marked stack. 

[arducus]

londonxxcalling‌:

Gabriel gestured to his son, who was sitting on the edge of the blanket and watching the two older boys play. “He’s just shy of two” said Gabriel. “I’ve already had to apologize more than once for his meltdowns in public, so I understand how helpless you can feel sometimes.” He suspected it would only get worse during the next year or two. “How old are your boys?” he asked.

“Great age,” he nodded, looking at the younger boy a little enviously. Sometimes he missed those days, though the boys being a bit more self-sufficient was great too. “Ten and seven,” he said, “interesting ages. Not the easiest, not the hardest. But I can feel those puberty hormones coming on and I am not ready for all of that.” 

[arducus]

jacewhitmire‌:

Jace glanced down at the book in his hand, turning it over in his grasp for a moment before he shrugged his shoulders. “It’s pretty good. It was new at the library so I thought I would read it so I can recommend it to visitors and not have to lie through my ass,” he explained, laughing softly. “I like to know what I’m talking about.” He moved the book in his hand, holding it from the side opposite the spine. “The plot is good, some of the characters are a tad predictable though.” 

“Yeah, it’s a pretty new release,” he nodded. He always kept the books from the library for a bit, hoping it would help sales, but now they were selling like such hot cakes, that he didn’t mind letting them go out a bit early. “You should. I hate people who pretend to love books and then haven’t read anything in a year.” A smile curled around his lips. “Trust me, it gets better. There’s a pretty good twist in there.” 

[arducus]

sloanxpierce‌:

“Oh, all kids can be. It’s in their nature, pretty sure, to be little shits,” Sloan agreed with a bright laugh. Though she had no kids of her own and probably would not for a very long time, she’d spent enough time around them through friends that she’d experienced the full spectrum of them being little shits. “Of course, though. In this day and age, I’d be surprised to find any kids that don’t have some type of electronic in their hands every day.” Sloan rolled her eyes a bit at that. She wasn’t one to get caught up in electronics for much of anything and rarely had them around, outside of a phone for music. Glancing down as one of the young boys came back up next to them, smile widening with appreciation for how adorable the whole thing was, Sloan made an effort to get down on the boy’s level. “Dude, I absolutely could. I teach people all the time. I own a gym for it. If your dad is okay with it, you can stop by any time.”

“I don’t think we ever fully grow out of that.” If you asked his authors, they would definitely back him up. He could be a right asshole when he was working, but whenever he was with his boys, he tried not to be. “Oh, they do. Just... not when we’re out as a family, but it’s hard enough to get them to leave the bloody things back home..” he mused, thinking back about earlier that day, when Jamie had thrown a fit because he wasn’t allowed to bring his iPad. And then his Switch. And then when Jim wouldn’t give him his phone to play a game on. “No, now!” Jamie exclaimed, and Jim braced himself as he stooped to eye-level as well and took his shoulders. “Jamie... she’s not working right now. How about you and Josh go get an ice cream from the truck? Daddy will see what he can do so you can go check it out, alright?” He pulled a fiver from his wallet and handed it to the eldest, who was about to protest, but a short look from Jim made him keep it in. “Hold Josh’s hand, Jamie!” he called out, watching them until he saw the eldest doing exactly that. “Sorry... that should keep them busy for a bit,” he shrugged. “I’m Jim, by the way.” 

[arducus]

pvnctum‌:

BAR CALL. / @arducus

It was never a good night when Morgan got drunk enough to actually PASS OUT –– especially out at a pub, and not at home. She’d been struggling all evening to focus on her latest report, but the content hadn’t been very user friendly, to say the least. It was never easy when she decided to pursue a report that hit close to home. She did it to do for others what no one had really ever done for her, which was bring justice to the person who had hurt her –– but at the same time, the toll it took on her was IMMENSE. 

So, instead of SUFFERING alone in her dingy little apartment for the rest of the night, Morgan had thrown on her jacket and gone out to the local pub ( whose owner both loved and hated her for her business ). She was a great customer, when she wasn’t getting into a fight or passing out at the bar. It was a shock she hadn’t been totally banned yet from the place, but maybe the guy smelled her desperation and decided to let her keep coming in to drown her woes. 

Before she’d passed out stone cold drunk, she’d been struggling to form sentences, or even finish them, and it was then that the bartender tried to ask who he could call for her. Somehow, in the midst of things, he got her unlocked phone from her, and decided to dial the top favorited contact –– which, unfortunately Morgan was too drunk to WARN, was her ex-fiancee, Michelle. She lost consciousness, head resting on her arm on the bar, just as someone picked up on the other end. “Sorry, I know it’s late, but your mate here seems unable to get home on her own. D’you think you could come get her? She’s at Paddy’s Pub … she’s asleep at the bar.”

Michelle lay in bed, chest still heaving and her blanket beneath her. The cold air that came in through the open window kept her awake, despite how exhausted she felt. She stared at the ceiling and hummed an absent-minded response to the man beside her. She watched the glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling dance and flicker a little, and she sighed discontentedly. A soft buzzing from her jeans that lay strewn across the floor in a pile of clothes that belonged to both her and the handsome stranger distracted her. 

‘DO NOT CONTACT’ the screen said, vibrating in her hand. It was two twenty-seven. She did not want to talk to Morgan at all, but especially not at this time. There was a soft tingling in her hand as she lifted her thumb over the end call button, though. Groaning to herself, she picked up. “What do you want?” she snapped, before hearing an unfamiliar voice on the phone and her stomach dropping. Was Morgan alright? I don’t care, she reminded herself. Half a minute later, she turned to the guy beside her and threw his clothes onto his face. “Put those on and get out.” 

Paddy’s wasn’t far away from her apartment. It was the one pubs she and Morgan had frequented a lot when they were still together, which meant that it was now the one she avoided. She strode into the bar, both worried and angry, a mere fifteen minutes later. Without saying anything, she reached for a glass from behind the counter, filled it with water, and tossed it in Morgan’s face. “Wake up.” 

[arducus]

arekgriffiths‌:

Blinking into reality at the sound of the stranger’s voice close by, Arek turned with a drink in his hand and an eyebrow curiously raised. “Sorry, I, uh,” he faltered for a moment. He never actually went out, mostly because he was exhausted all the time. Like today. “Guess I’m just tired,” he admitted, not wanting to lie. 

Upon actually noticing how cute the guy could be when he opened his mouth, she lightened up a little bit. “We need to change that then,” she told him with a cock of her head. “Tony, two shots–– you pick!” she called out before the bartender could even ask what kind she wanted, holding up two fingers. “My treat.” 

[arducus]

londonxxcalling‌:

“I have a two month old” explained Celeste. “I guess I just wanted to be somewhere that I knew there wouldn’t be any kids.” It made her feel a bit guilty, being in a bar when she had a newborn at home. “I know that probably sounds incredibly boring.” Being a mom was the most exciting (and scary) thing she’d ever done, but she knew it didn’t exactly make for an interesting story.

“Oh... wow,” Michelle mused, her eyes raising and a forced smile coming across her lips. She absolutely hated talking about anyone else’s kids. She didn’t even know if she wanted any some day, and she was already thirty-three. This just brought up the ticking time bomb she tried to ignore. “It sounds a little boring. But what did you used to do before you got pregnant and had a.. baby?” 

[sphinxmemesmusings]

Send a symbol for a headcanon!

[londonisopenhq]

sphinxmemesmusings‌:

☂ – what does your muse like to do on a rainy day?

☃ – what does your muse like to do on a snowy day?

☀ – what does your muse like to do on a sunny day?

⚭ – does you muse have any contradicting opinions/views? If so, then what are they?

⚰ – has your muse ever had a near-death experience?

⛸ – what sort of hobbies does your muse have? If they do, then do they have a preference for any particular one?

☕️ – does your muse prefer coffee or tea? Perhaps both, or neither?

☘ – how lucky is your muse? Do they believe in luck as a concept, or think it’s a bunch of hooey?

☠ – has your muse ever killed anyone? Has it been in cold blood or self-defense? Both?

♟ – has your muse ever used someone to gain something, whether it’s been power/material possessions/political control/etc?

☤ – what’s your muse’s health like? Do they keep up with it, or has it degraded over time?

🌓 – does your muse feel incomplete? Do they feel whole? Why do they feel whichever way?

[memetaped]

nonverbal starters prompts featuring nonverbal scenarios.

guide take them by the hand, arm, or shoulder to guide them.

shelter protect them.

shove push them.

loop drape an arm around their shoulders.

touch a gentle touch like rubbing their back, hugging them, holding their hand. 

kiss a kiss on the cheek, knuckles, forehead, in their hair.

palm smack them upside the head.

bed rest gently push them back down when they try getting out of bed.

aid help them with a task.

note pass a note to them.

cry wipe away their tears.

wash wipe something off their forehead, cheek, so on.

bandage patch them up when they get hurt.

heal take care of them when they get sick.

book silently read a story with them. 

carry pick them up. 

scrap punch them.

cherry find blood on them.

sit help them sit down.  

medical wake up in the hospital and find them holding their hand.

steer place a hand under their chin to make them look up. 

beat dance with them.

stare stare them down. 

off track get lost with them.

no shaking their head in disagreement. 

yes nodding their head in agreement.

rush tackle them to the ground.

open hold the door open for them.

[arducus]

pvnctum‌:

Rayna was MILDLY amused by the close yet incredibly far-off attempts at recalling her name. “Rayna,” she reintroduced herself, hardly embarrassed. It was always likely she’d run into one of her ex-flings at some point, and now that time had come, apparently. “Michelle, yes.” Rayna took another sip of her bourbon. “So, how’s life treating you? I imagine work is rather steady for you, since, you know … things are always dying.” A smirk settled upon her face. She could not forget the woman’s profession –– Rayna had never met a taxidermist before ( or after ) her. 

Now the name had come back to her, suddenly everything was coming back to her. The curve of the woman’s back, what had led to them sleeping together, and how it had been. Even she couldn’t help feeling a slight blush creep up onto her cheeks at the thought. “Life is good, work’s still booming. It’s as you say, animals keep dying so I’ve got plenty of work. Mine’s awfully boring, really. Tell me about yours.” 

[arducus]

soaring-dove‌:

Tegan wasn’t always the best at reading people, but even she could feel the tension coming off the brunette. Still, she tried not to let it affect her. She knew anxiety could sometimes manifest as aggression, and she wasn’t going to judge the other on their first interaction. “Wow, that’s awesome.” She didn’t hold back the fact that she was impressed, hoping maybe it would help if she let her honest emotions show to Michelle. “Well, we’re honored to have you! Feel free to let me know after class if we’re going too fast or too slow for you. Most of the girls in this class are the same, they danced when they were younger before high school or university got in the way. But this class is pretty flexible, since we’re not limited by exam structure or the like. If you have anything you want to practice then feel free to speak up.” Tegan finally closed her mouth, realizing she was rambling a bit. Useful information, but still, throwing it at Michelle all at once. 

Seeing the woman before her not immediately thrown by her hostility made her feel a lot more at ease. She wouldn’t feel comfortable learning from someone who couldn’t take some criticism or her sarcasm. She was the slightest bit impressed, even. Dancing was such a competitive sport, meeting someone who seemed to be genuinely impressed did great things for her ego, even if she hadn’t danced in a while. “I will,” she said. “So what’s the structure here? You said no exams, but do we work on choreographies, general exercises, develop our own choreos..?” 

[arducus]

xelegantxsavagery‌:

“I think either you stare in someone’s direction if you just kind of zone in on a point. Or maybe see something you’re trying to figure out what it is. I unfortunately am the latter.” When the other woman spoke about being a taxidermist, she tilted her head to the side. Not many people spoke about that. “Well, I figured either taxidermist or mortician,” she joked.

“Mhm,” she hummed in agreement. “You didn’t immediately go to cannibal or serial killer? I low-key impressed and also, not at all. I could easily be lying, and this could all be some scheme to get you to come home with me so I can kill you and store you in my freezer before using you to make a skinsuit,” she said casually, as if she were speaking the absolute truth.

[arducus]

savon-hale‌:

“What do you do?” She couldn’t help but ask, eyes lingering over the woman’s clothes. “I’m used to stains,” she shrugged but even had to admit that what she saw was excessive. “You’re beautiful so it’s easy to stare,” Savon complimented with a small smile before glancing away finally. “But let me know if it makes you uncomfortable.” 

“Taxidermy. Though it’s not nearly as messy as you’re undoubtedly imagining right now,” she told her. She knew what people thought when they heard it. They thought dark cellars with dingy lighting, so cold you could see your own breath, blood staining the walls and body parts in bottles strewn across the room. A light, but flattered eye-roll followed the compliment. “I get that a lot. But you’re good.” 

[arducus]

arekgriffiths‌:

Arek ran at a steady pace, nothing too much, as he had just gotten off a long, overnight shift at the station and he didn’t want to overdo it. He had disciplined himself enough that he found it almost relieving to go on runs after a hard day at the station, and this day was no exception. He had had barely any breaks between calls, and the run was helping him to clear his mind. That was, until his mind became too clear, and he stopped watching where he was going. He didn’t see the person in his path until it was too late, and he grabbed onto them to make sure they didn’t fall to the ground as they collided. “Sorry,” he said, gruffly. “Didn’t see you. I’m usually a little more aware than that.” 

Even though Laura had been in the UK for a little over a week, she still hadn’t gotten the hang of her sleeping schedule. Jet leg still plagued her, and she often found herself wandering the quiet streets of the city early in the morning before she headed to work. Today was one of those days. It was still way too cold for her liking, so she wore a scarf and her thickest jacket, as well as some heavy boots. “It’s alright!” she laughed, glad to find herself inches from the ground instead of on it. “I didn’t pay much attention either.” 

[arducus]

hcthean‌:

“Your inability to see past your nose is on you, not me. Get of that high horse and just keep on walking.” Hera quirked a brow, almost daring the other person to stick around and cause more of a scene. Apparently they had something of a brain as they left fairly quickly after that. Unclenching her jaw, she rolled her neck. It was then she noticed the other looking at her. “Don’t you start.”

“I wasn’t going to––” Laura paused, “––say anything.” The moment she had heard the waitress go off at someone, she had wanted to take her distance. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to stare. I just wanted to order a drink, if that’s alright?”