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(Out;; of YouTube) So, guys... it’s been a while. This blog is archived for good, but I just want to let people know that I HAVE REMADE THIS BLOG AND MOVED to @nctsepticeyed​

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Out;; of YouTube: So, um... guys... I nkow I’ve been gone for a while and this is extremely short notice, but... all muse is gone. I’ve tried regaining. I tried replying, but I just have no drive anymore for it... I feel VERY insignificant, too, so... this blog may well be deleted over this week... I know for a fact that it will not stay... I’m so sorry to all of you who enjoyed interacting with me... but you can follow me at my personal blog, @smilie-jishwa to keep in contact with me... Thank you all so much for making my time in the roleplay community such a wonderful experience. <3 I’m sorry, but I have to go... I’m sorry. <3

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twenty one pilots: lyric starters

“ i don’t wanna be heard, i want to be listened to. ”

“ does it bother anyone else that someone else has your name? “

“ i don’t understand why everything I adore takes a different form when I squint my eyes.. “

“ this is not what you’re supposed to see. “

“ please, remember me. “

“ nothing kills a man faster than his own head. “

“ nobody thinks what I think. “

“ are you searching for purpose? “

“ go away, leave me alone. “

“ don’t leave me alone. “

“  i will take my precious time. “

“ i’m so very far from fine. “

“ i don’t know if i am dying or living. “

“ i know you’re not a liar. “

“ i’m just being dramatic. “

“ of course i’ll be here again. “

“ i will make you believe you are lovely. “ 

“ you will hide from everyone, denying you need someone. “

“ please remove your hands from over your eyes for me. “

“ i have nothing else left to say but i will listen to you all day. “

“ follow me. “

“ you’re my pride and joy. “ 

“ i see you staring me down. “

“ i was doing fine on my own. ” 

“ don’t be afraid. “

“ am i alive and well or am i dreaming dead? “

“ honestly we’re probably more suicidal than ever now. “

“ believe me you’ll begin to wish you were sleeping. “ 

“ we wake up every morning and decide what we believe. “

“ don’t be afraid of what your soul is really thinking. “

[roleplayaskmemes]

Our muses' are drunk and making bad decisions leave a ❋ in my askbox for our muses' to share a stupid, drunken kiss

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IMPORTANT NOTICE

(Out;; of YouTube) There might be a slight semi-hiatus on here? I just can’t manage exams and this roleplay blog... maybe there’ll be an immediate or so increase in activity in my summer break, which is on the 22nd of July.

[arpmemething2]

Write out five items and send them to my muse via the ask.  My muse will react to watching your muse buy those items.

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Ace couldn’t help but laugh, loving the vibe the other gave off. He seemed so positive and energetic, and it rubbed off on them quite a bit already. Sure, they’d always had and excess amount of energy, but they were never too positive. They made themself seem like they did, as people tended to shrug off more negative energies. After so many people having left them, they could use every friend they could get; especially in a country they would be in for a month where they only knew their mom. It was weird that the person they hoped to befriend could have very well been their own twin, but they thought it was pretty fucking cool, honestly. 

As for their inspiration? They couldn’t quite remember very well. Having started dying it green regularly ever since they were in high school, it was hard to recall the exact reason they’d done it for the first time. Especially since they’d done so many different kinds of drugs. Some of them messed with a person’s head, really. It was probably just their impulsive nature, really. Green had always been their favorite color, so maybe that was it?

“Thanks, dude! I’unno, actually. I started doin’ it back in high school, so it’s been a while,” they said, their words almost a mirror image of their thoughts. They weren’t great at filtering what came out of their mouth, especially with alcohol in their system. Weed made it a little easier to control themself, especially when they smoked the right amount. Too bad they weren’t able to bring any. “I always liked green, not sure why, really. What about you, man?”

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     ACE’S LAUGHTER IS CONTAGIOUS and his positive attitude (plus his own) is really lighting up the once heavy atmosphere. Before he’d bumped into him, he’d had music in his ears and Jack had been escaping the oh so simple reality he declared for himself; he also reminisced to when he made that impulsive decision: He feels it was the right choice, however. It resulted in a more realistic feel to his entire life - his YouTube channel no longer felt like a CENTRAL FEATURE of him anymore && that gave him sheer purpose and happiness. He loves YouTube - he loves his channel, but he’s idolized and though it’s flattering to say the least, Jack would rather just live in a world that’s beautiful for it’s simplicity.

   His head is cocked to a certain angle as the origin of his neon, out-of-place, extreme green hair is questioned. He seems to get GIDDY at the positive recollection of being there on Mark’s charity live-stream in front of thousands and hundreds of fans and shared fan-base. He chuckles lightly to himself, messing the green fuzz slightly into small, tangled knots unintentionally. His hair is always so messy - he briefly wonders how it gets like that. It’s like leaving headphones in your pocket: One moment, there are no complications, the next second, they’re a make-shift fishnet. Irritating, but forgivable all the same. His smile is a mirror image of what’s playing over in his head. He remembers his overwhelming emotions; sick and twisted excitement as he had been sat in that salon chair.

                    ❝ This ‘s th’ work of CHARITY, believe ‘t er not. That, an’ a                         fuckin’ stupid deal with a great friend a’ mine in LA. ❞ He                         admits, beginning to laugh slightly when his fingers tug                         knots out from his green locks.  ❝ Went well, a guess. ❞

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@booperxdooper

This was Ace’s first time leaving the United States, and they couldn’t have been happier. They really didn’t know how their mom had even gotten the money to travel to Ireland, or why she brought them with her, but they did know that it was nice to get the fuck out of that shit hole of a country. From what they heard, they would probably fit in better in Ireland anyways; stereotypes suggested that the Irish liked to drink, and oh boy, were they down for that. Especially since they couldn’t bring any of their weed with them. 

They’d decided to go for a walk around the town, get a feel for where they would be or a month. Who knew, maybe they would stumble upon a dealer. It was unlikely, but… Maybe possible? Hopefully? 

As they strolled along, they ended up bumping into someone. It wasn’t weird for them to do that. Usually they were high everywhere they went, but they were just a little buzzed. Functioning without something in their system was something they avoided at all costs. But they began to doubt that they really weren’t high for a moment when they saw the person they bumped into. He looked exactly like them, green hair and everything. Furrowing their brows, they tilted their head to the side, almost as if they were trying to figure something out. 

But after a moment or two, they shrugged off how weird the situation was and grinned at the familiar stranger, “hey, sorry, man! I wasn’t payin’ attention. Y’got a nice face, though!”

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    THE COMPLIMENT DOESN’T EVEN pass him by - he’s smiling within an instant, gentle chuckle of approval and flattery leaving his throat as he gasps slightly, taken aback, but definitely not complaining. How peculiar that the other would have the same shade of green hair, though - it comes off as newly dyed... neon, almost, and they’re a bunch of red roses in a bouquet full of black ones, suddenly. Jack never minded, since nobody ever pushed him away from the society he lives in - that, && he would never have to WORRY about that, since his community was just about as friendly as it gets in this world, though he likes to think positively and optimistically (he finds it’s better to have a simple reality, however.) Vein-y hands come to rub at each of his cheeks, which are flushed a beautiful shade of scarlet, scruff being scratched as his abashed expression explains his emotions for him. In addition to that, Jack has seen to notice the extremely hopped-up attitude of his look-alike and his happy-go-lucky personality. He’d bumped into him accidentally, and Jack could tell that he was sincerely sorry, but there was something hindering his true... nature, perhaps? It wasn’t a BIG DEAL either way.

                     ❝ Could say th’ same fer YOU. Ya got some real nice hair,                          bro.  ❞ He compliments, almost feeling a little egotistic-                          al and narcissistic  for preferring his own hair colour in                          comparison to natural colours, though he shrugs it off                          quickly. Smile is brighter than morning light and crystal                          blues looks right into the other’s eyes. Genuinity better                          show through.  ❝ Ah’m not complainin’, DUDE, but                          what’s yer inspiration? ❞ He asks, gesturing to his hair                          by running hands through his own thick, green meadow.

[rpmemes-galore]

Send me “✤”  to grab my muse and hug them

[notyetjaded1]

thank you for the reminders, @therealjacksepticeye

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(Out;; of YouTube) Mun BK is in a bad place right now... replies might be a little... late, maybe. I don’t know. I hate myself...

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He was slightly shaking as the other flipped through his drawings. Did he like them? Did he hate them? Was he gonna judge him at all? His hands showed just how nervous he was getting as it shook more. His silence was making it worse. But then, he complimented him, which he then let out a sigh of relief. He was glad he liked them. Then he asked about the man in the picture, the one he draws multiple times.

“That’s my friend,” he answered as he pointed. “That’s Dark and yeah, you can say we are kinda similar, but not really.” The only thing they have in common are the black eyes that people get creep out over.

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     HE HOPES ANTI CAN SEE THE SIMILARITIES without the presence of the stated fact being as offensive as it maybe didn’t seem in his head. Anti gives off a light shudder and Jack can only turn his head at every shaking gesture or breath that was drawn and exhaled and carefully performed (in FEAR of some kind, probably.) He can’t help but feel his reactions are wrong, somewhat... he shouldn’t feel so attacked or judged. Bullying seems to have overrun his system, it seems. It feels like he can’t think positively anymore. Jack remains smiling all the while without much difference between the seconds in which he turns his attention to Anti and in which he speaks, tone enthusiastic as usual.

              ❝ He’s even got th’ same eyes - tha’s fuckin’ FANTASTIC. ❞ He                       almost pulls it off as a compliment by chuckling slightly after-                       ward. There’s something damaged in those midnight eyes of                       Anti’s - secretly, it worries Jack to an extent he wouldn’t explain.                       He’s ALWAYS THE ONE TO CARE: Especially when nobody                       else does.  ❝ Attention t’ detail - a’ love it. ❞ He seems to hug                       the sketch pad almost out of the new amounts of joy he feels.                   ❝ So, ‘s he go t’ this university? A’ thought that’d make more                       SENSE, ‘f ah’m honest. ❞ He says with a small, yet prominent                       giggle.  ❝ Ya’ think it’d be possible t’ meet him soon? ❞ Jack                       asks simply.

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dun goofed starters

"Well that wasn't supposed to happen."

"How did you manage to fuck that up?"

"Shit-! Fuck-!"

"Whoopsie daisy"

"My bad"

"I swear I didn't do that on purpose"

"I fucked up didn't I?"

"Oh no!"

"I messed up real bad."

"How did I manage to fuck that up?"

"Look what you did!"

"You better clean up this mess you made."

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

"You broke it..."

"You set what on fire?"

"Ouch! That hurt! That wasn't supposed to hurt!"

"Oh my god are you okay? I didn't mean to do that!"

"Please be okay I'm so sorry."

"Look what you did to me!"

"You're a fuck up."

"You're a failure."

"I messed up big time."

"I really blew it this time."

"I'm a failure."

"How am I gonna fix this?"

"How am I gonna clean up this mess?"

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His art class was his only favorite class since drawing helped him relax after all the other class he had to deal with, from studying to actually doing the tests he studied, his stress seemed to melt away once pen made contact with paper. However, he knows he’s not the best drawer in the world, but that’s one thing his teacher taught him You’re your own critic. So when Jack asked if he had his art pad with him, he clenched, nervousness instantly displayed on his face.

“I d-do but, I’m not that good,” he answered. Most of his drawings and sketches were mostly of Dark. Some of them he was proud of, others’ he felt like ripping them out of the pages, but that was another thing his teacher taught him. Keep your worst drawings, that way when you look back on them, you can see how much you improved.

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    A SWEET SMILE makes it’s way onto Jack’s face immediately at the mention of Anti’s sketchbook. He had it with him, and Jack would’ve rejoiced a little louder if he hadn’t detected the now apparent tremble in his struggled voice. Smile falters like before, but quickly returns just as rapidly. He doesn’t want to worry the other or give off a WRONG IMPRESSION. He chuckles slightly, gently taking the sketchbook in his hands and flipping through papyrus pages.

                           ❝ Well, yer not th’ WORST DRAWER, either-- ❞ He chimes,                                 staring at perfection - fabulous portraiture, phenomenal                                 proportion. He smiles wider; the drawings seemed to                                 show GREAT AMOUNTS of progress and hard work                                 with every turning page. He gasps, seeing one particular                                 life-like (hyper-realism) piece. Eyes were coloured with                                 charcoal that seemed darker than black, the skin &&                         face was contoured well with graded artist’s pencils. He                                 could tell by the quality of the blending.  ❝ Tha’s fuckin’                                 AWESOME, man--!!! Who’s yer inspiration? ❞ He asks,                                 gesturing to the penciled-in man on the fine pages.

                                                          ‘He looks like you--!!!’

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"Hey, Sean, have you seen my glasses?" // idk random starter i guess (shrug)

@septix-prick

    HE GRINS A TOOTHY GRIN, suppressing the urge to burst out laughing right in his face. He wears said glasses - HIS GLASSES - and he’s not giving them up until he realizes that Jack is wearing them. He pokes the other’s nose, chuckling, crack in his voice growing to impact his entire tone.

                         ❝ What’re ya talkin’ about–??? ❞ He questions, laughing to                             himself. Please let him have this JOKE, he thinks. ❝ They’re                             right under yer nose. ❞ He can’t contain himself for much longer.

[yourmusings]

RP starters: Heated argument.

content warning: death baiting.

“Are you even listening to me?”

“Leave. Leave right now.”

“What more do you want?!”

“I really wish you were never born.”

“I hate you!”

“Can you just fuck off already?”

“Shut up! Just.. Shut up!”

“All you do is whine.”

“What the hell is wrong with you?!”

“I can’t do this anymore. Not with you.”

“How did that feel?”

“Oh my god, I don’t care!”

“No wonder nobody likes you.”

“Is this how little you think of me?”

“That hurt you son of a bitch…”

“Pack your shit and go. Get the fuck out of my sight!”

“Leave me alone!”

“I can break your nose if I want to.”

“Are you going to cry now?”

“I wouldn’t miss you. Nobody would.”

“You’re so pathetic!”

“I won’t forget this.”

“I’m going to break your jaw if you keep talking!”

“Why can’t you listen to a single thing I say?!”

“I have a right to be angry.”

“This would have never happened if you wouldn’t exist.”

“Get out of my life!”

“You’re nothing! Did you hear me?! Nothing!”

“You ruined everything.”