[bigidiotenergytm]

“Y’know what ‘m in th’ mood fer?” He takes an empty bottle of alcohol and throws it. “ANARCHY!”

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[athousandmilesandcounting-a]

“I don’t even know what that means, but I love it!”

[athousandmilesandcounting-a]

hraunwyf‌:

“is it me?”

He laughs a little before reaching over to quickly and lightly boop her nose. “It is you!”

[athousandmilesandcounting-a]

“Somebody’s lookin’ good today.”

[athousandmilesandcounting-a]

"it's okay, bayor. look at me. keep looking at me, okay? breathe..."

It’s so hard to form any coherent thoughts through the fear encapsulating everything. He’s never been pushed so far before, and now that it won’t turn off. Nothing else gets through as he shakes out his arms and watches the very ground around him begin to melt as his temperature regulation goes out the window as well. At length he hears Loki, but her words are lost on him as his fear suddenly shifts to fear of harming her. “Stay back! I can’t stop it!”

[deactivated-blog]

My muse’s powers are out of control. Send “It’s okay” for your muse to try to calm them down

[rpmemedumpster]

libraryofrpmemes‌:

[athousandmilesandcounting-a]

@angerbuilt

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He grins big at her, giving a coy shrug as she asks where he’s been all this time. “Been all over, goin’ where the wind takes me an’ snappin’ the most awesome pics along the way. Had to make my way back ‘round to you, though.

[morememesforall]

word prompts compilation

complies THIS MEME // THIS MEME // THIS MEME

ADD ++ FOR REVERSE

[ attention ] for your muse to touch mine as a way of getting their attention

[ wake ] for your muse to wake mine

[ cover ]  for your muse to cover mine with a blanket or a jacket

[ lift ] for your muse to give mine a hand stepping up or over something etc.

[ kiss ]  for your muse to come up to mine and kiss them without warning

[ run ] for your muse to run their fingers through mine’s hair

[ braid ] for your muse to braid mine’s hair

[ embrace ]  for your muse to hold mine

[ smile ] for your muse to smile at mine from across the room

[ wave ] for your muse to gesture to mine to come closer

[ panic ] for your muse to grab mine’s arm or get behind them in a moment of danger

[ touch ] for your muse to rest their forehead against mine’s

[ weep ]  for your muse to catch mine crying

[ eat ] for your muse to offer mine food

[ hit ] for your muse to attack mine

[ love ] for your muse to touch mine as a show of affection or reassurance

[ nap ] for your muse to fall asleep against mine

[ rest ] for your muse to rest their head in mine’s lap

[ look ] for your muse to catch mine staring

[ seduce ] for your muse to touch mine sexually

[ help ] for your muse to lean on mine for support

[ give ] for your muse to offer mine their arm

[ entwine ] for your muse to hold mine’s hand

[ laugh ] for your muse to laugh at something mine did

[ dance ] for your muse to dance with mine

[ sit ] for your muse to pull mine into their lap

[ yell ] for your muse to calm mine down

[ cry ] for your muse to wipe mine’s tears away

[ dream ] for my muse to share dream with yours

[ nightmare ] for your muse to wake mine from a nightmare

[ surprise ] for your muse to show up at mine’s house without explanation

[ fix ] for your muse to treat mine’s injury

[ sacrifice ] for your muse to get hurt protecting mine

[ guard ] for your muse to step between my muse and danger

[ taste ] for your muse to cook for mine

[ sing ] for your muse to sing to mine 

[ goodbye ] for my muse kissing and/or hugging your muse goodbye

[ secrets ]   my  muse  sharing/confiding  a secret

[ bloody ]   for your  muse  coming  to  my  muse  with  blood  stains 

[ drunk ]   your  muse  takes  care  of my very drunk muse 

[ bed ]  my  muse wakes up in  the  same bed as your muse with little  recollection  of  the  night  before

[ scream ]   my  muse  hears  your  muse  scream  and  runs  to  them

[ trail ]   my  muse  watches  as  your  muse  traces  one  of  my  muses  scars,  asking  them  about  it

[ piggyback ]   my  muse  gives  yours  a  piggyback  ride

[ jump ]   my  muse  holding  yours  up  by  their  thighs

[ carry ]   my  muse  carries  your  muse  to  their  house

[ lighter ]   my  muse  pulls  out  a  lighter  and  lights  it  for  your  muse  to  use  to  light  their  cigarette

[ shot ] my  muse  gets  shot  and  struggles  to  your  muses for aid

[ wound ] my  muse  patches  and  bandages  a  wound  your  muse  has  gotten

[ fight ]   my  muse  stops  your  muse  from  getting  into  a  physical  fight  with  someone  else

[ arrest ]   your  muse  finds  my  muse  arrested  in  cuffs  

[ hospital ]   my  muse  awakens  in  a  hospital,  finding  your  muse  by  their  side,  asking  what  happened

[ betrayal ] my  muse  finds  out  that  your  muse  has  betrayed  them and  confronts  them  about  it

[ nude ] my  muse  walks  in  on  your  muse  accidentally  seeing  them  naked

[ karaoke ]  for our muses to sing together

[ wet ]   your muse  strips  down  to  their  under  garments  and  runs  into  the  water,  motioning  for my muse  to  join  them

[ crawl ]  for  your  muse  to  crawl  into  bed  with  mine .

[ flower ]  for  your  muse  to  offer  my  muse  their  favourite  flower

[ gift ]  for  my  muse  to  surprise  your muse  with  a  gift

[ homemade gift ]  for  my  muse  to  make  your muse  a  gift

[ bestow ] for your muse to give my muse a gift, bought or handmade ( bonus if you add what it is )

[ serenade ]  for  my  muse  to  sing  to  your  muse

[ caress ]  for  your  muse  to  gently  run  their  hand  down  my  muse’s  face

[ caught ]  for  your  muse  to  catch  my  muse  wearing  their  shirt .

[ love letter ]  for  your  muse  to  give  my  muse  a  love  letter  they  wrote  for  them

[ boop ]  for  your  muse  to  boop  my  muse  on  the  nose

[ date ]  for  my muse  to  ask  your  muse  to  go  on  a  date

[ confess ]  for my muse  to  confess  their  feelings  to  your  muse

[ sleepy ]  for  my muse  to  slowly  fall  alseep  on  your muse

[britttaperryhasmoved-deactivate]

[aurevoir-mes-amis-deactivated20]

YOU GUYS IT’S DECEMBER 10TH YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND THIS HAS BEEN IN MY QUEUE SINCE FEBRUARY

[donttwalkaway-deactivated201302]

you have the rest of the day to reblog this

[sagamemes]

reblog this if you are open to plotting family connection aus with your muse.

frequently, a roleplayer is unable to stray from their idea of their muse’s family for either the sake characterisation or their comfort, and it can be easy to assume the same applies to everyone unless otherwise stated. please reblog this post if this is not the case with you, and you are open with roleplaying in scenarios where my muse is yours sibling, child, parent, cousin, etc, whether through biological ties or not.   ( and if you are okay with only some of them, or everything except x or y, feel free to specify that in the tags! )

[athousandmilesandcounting-a]

“there’s no time to explain, just go!”

He spares only a moment before deciding to take off with her, staying close as the move. “Stow that ‘no time’ talk; explain as we go!”

[athousandmilesandcounting-a]

“do you have any idea how good you are?”

The words make him freeze for half a beat, but then an awkward smile slowly spreads across his face as his cheeks turn a little red and he casts his eyes downward. He squirms a little, not really sure what to do with such a massive compliment. He doesn’t exactly think of himself as terrible, but such a profound question forces him to come face to face with the disconnect between his view of himself and Clarke’s perspective of him. It’s strange, and while not exactly comfortable it’s also not entirely unwelcome.

At length he tries his best to meet her eyes, though he ends up failing and looking off to the side, hand reaching to rub the back of his neck as he lets out a nervous little laugh. “Aww, shucks! That’s like the freakin’ sweetest of you, my dude! You’re, like, hella awesome too!”

[athousandmilesandcounting-a]

embrace :   my  muse  abruptly  throwing  their  arms  around  your  muse,  hugging  them  tightly.

She pulls him into an embrace, and despite the lack of warning his own arms instinctively move to mirror the gesture, squeezing tightly. He’s struck by the sense that this sort of thing is a rarity for her, and the thought of her being deprived such simple affection saddens him. He doesn’t move a muscle, letting the hug linger however long she needs it to. “Hey, you alright, Clarke?”

[athousandmilesandcounting-a]

laughter :   my  muse  hears  your  muse  laughing  uncontrollably  and  approaches  to  see  if  they  are  okay.

Laughter of such magnitude is not something he’s at all used to hearing from her, and while he’s glad to see her revel in such mirth, the joy is mired by a modicum of concern. “You good, dude? You look like you’re about to pull somethin’.”

[athousandmilesandcounting-a]

What is their morning routine like? Are they a morning person or no?

Bayor doesn’t need as much sleep as most people do, so more often than not mornings don’t make much difference to him since he’s just still up from the night before anyway. On the off chance that he did sleep, on a day with nothing pressing to get done Bayor takes his sweet time dragging himself out of bed.

Once he finally resolves to do so, his first stop is the kitchen to whip himself (and whoever is with him depending on situation/verse) a big ol’ breakfast to start the day off with a fully belly and satisfied taste buds.

Next it’s time to hit the shower, figure out an outfit for the day, then decide on a destination. He doesn’t normally stay in any one place for more than a few days to a week, and even while he’s sticking around he spends a lot of time scouting out places to write about for the blog. It’s rare that he ever fully takes a day off. 

If he’s heading somewhere, it’s at this point where he takes off. If he’s already where he wants to be in the moment, he heads out for blog scouting while also keeping his ear to the ground for any potential criminal/supernatural activity in town to deal with. From there, the day goes as it will.

[athousandmilesandcounting-a]

@asynjja​ sent 🙌 aaaaaages ago (and my inbox decided to eat it up but I’m not lettin it stay poofed)

Send a 🙌 and I’ll introduce you to an NPC related to my Muse.

Curtis Porter-

Bayor’s uncle and surrogate father. Despite also reeling from the loss as Bayor, Curtis took his nephew in and did everything he could to love the boy as a son of his own. Much of Bayor’s positivity and good nature are owed to Curtis’ influence and encouragement. They still keep in touch often, and Bayor makes sure to visit home with some frequency.

[elven-child]

friendly reminder that people you consider rays of sunshine can:

get pissed

get stressed

experience negative emotions

cry

feel rebellious

be done with everyone’s shit

be too tired for anything

feel overwhelmed

need to be comforted

get furious and demand to be taken seriously

[athousandmilesandcounting-a]

hraunwyf‌:

“i don’t really know. i—i mean, i might know, but i don’t think i’d like to talk about it.”

that in itself? an admission that’s usually way, way above her pay grade, to calmly say that she doesn’t want to talk about something rather just adamantly avoid it. loki reaches for his hand with hers and draws it up where she can kiss his knuckles. the affection makes her feel safer for a moment. she needs a bit of bravery. “when i was… a boy. i just was sick and heavy foods would make me so nauseous. my favorite food growing up was nettle soup because it was mostly just all herbs. easy on my stomach. then i started eating fruits and by the time i was a teenager i could eat normally. still never as much as the others.”

there’s a point, there. she can talk about it just a little. “when i started being a woman was when i started to really eat.”

He’s more than happy to take however much or little of herself Loki is willing to give-a lesson learned well from his clunky handling of things in the beginning-so when she mentions not wanting to speak in detail of her childhood experiences, he takes it at face value.

But then...she keeps going, and she has his undivided attention. Every scrap, every morsel of information is taken in with great consideration, care, and reverence for both the content itself and, more importantly, her willingness to share any of it. When she finishes, he takes the disparate pieces and begins to fill in gaps between, noting a sickness of her body with a sickness of her mind; she could not truly indulge until she felt truly her. It’s a conclusion he draws but does not speak of, not wanting to come of as presumptuous. Instead, it takes what she says as is, lacing the fingers of his hand and the one that’s taken it while moving the free hand up to gently stroke her hair, smiling softly.

“I’ll have to make you some lechón, then. Lots of it too-feed that appetite.”