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Howdy everyone! I’m just stopping by to inform you all that this blog has moved over to BLOODBREWS If you’re interested in interacting with this muse please click the link above!

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“Try again.”

If it wasn’t for this fractured ankle he certainly wouldn’t!  Mikhail and Alex had been at this for some time now. Every couple of days throughout the week, Alex had been spending more and more time with the damaged child. He grew to enjoy her visits, though timid at first. Now, a month has passed and he always looks forward to their time together! Quickly they had moved passed basic conversation and she had been helping him learn how to walk again. A challenge to even get started, but neither gave up on one another. How could they? They both gave one another hope and inspiration!Well, at least for him!

Crutches shook with lack of stability as his foot applied pressure to the ground. It was painfully unbearable! Bee stings would hurt less than this, but he powered through. Arms slowly released the grip of his supports as he took his first step, the only step. It left him frozen in place, the thought of moving forward or back was out of the question. There was nothing he could do but stand there with his face scrunched up while repressing the urge to crumble at from the pressure. 

“Nnnn!”  Groans of discomfort seeped out, but he couldn’t hold it, and he couldn’t! He bounced back onto the bed, releasing the bothered limb from all its duties. “Oi…I can’t do it!-No matter what I do I can only stand for two minutes…”  Cheeks puffed out, his words muffled as he pouted and laid onto his side. 

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being a manager is nice, but I’m so sleepy.  Drafts and things will be sent out Thursday. 

[bcnriya]

super lowkey gangsta rpc promo (in honour of my active dash)

@forgedvalor (alex) | @destrcyers (spas) | @hxgure (nic) | @paulklee-guild (doug) | @taggedbastard (gal) | @deafboi​ (nic) | @monstrous-twilight (lil’ nic) | @bothersomebrat (mikhail) | @banditborn (bandit [oc]) | @taggedfaker (nic) | @revcnga (melanie [oc])

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training turned tension starters

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splattermemes‌:

Or more specifically, “two characters who have been sparring or in combat training together and almost kiss at the end of their practice fight”. As requested ! Feel free to make any changes.

“Is that the best you can do?”

“I won’t go easy on you.” / “I’ll go easy on you.” / “Quit going easy on me.”

“Hit me with your best shot.”

“You need to do better if you want to meet your goal.”

“I’ve been wanting to kick your ass all week.”

“Is this necessary?”

“Try again.”

“You’re pissing me off.” / “If you’re mad, why don’t you use your anger? Beat me at least once.”

“Here, let me show you how.”

“Woah! [falls on top of __]” 

“Nice moves.”

“[pins __ to floor]” / “[pins __ to wall]”

“You’re…really close right now.”

“G–get off of me.”

“You’re heavy.” / “You’re crushing me.”

“Sorry–are you okay?”

“You’re really red right now.”

“…Do we always end up on top of each other?”

“Are you still panting?”

“I told you, it was an accident.”

“…Why don’t you just kiss me?”

“I’ll consider kissing you if you can beat me.”

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Does anyone else look back at some of their role plays and think, “Damn,im surprised people wanna write with me”🙃

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fabricatedprince‌:

   A SOFT LAUGH escapes his lips and he is rather eager to help the little one climb onto his back. He has missed his little devil after all! Soon a hand reaches up to gently pat them on the head and ruffle their locks. 

          “Who knows, maybe I did. So we need to check if my heart is still beating. – But first, tell me, where have you been?”

This was a feeling that was lost to him, affection that hadn’t been shown for some time now. So long, actually, that he had even forgotten that things could make him smile other than spilling blood.  “I was following a little mouse. I followed her for so long that I couldn’t find my way back.~” Words came out in chimes all while he nuzzled into the comforting hand. But, his words were true. In this place where he should always find his way around, he had gotten lost. But, it was okay, it was kind of exciting! Now he can tell Papa everything he has done in their absence and vice-versa  “Your heart can’t stop beating, silly! Ahaha I’ve stopped too many to know what happens when it does~” Tiny fingers ran across the other’s hair in turn, getting tangled in the messy locks as he rested his head on the other’s back. “I’d be sad if your heart stops.” 

[klllerwithinarchive]

THIS BLOG IS OKAY WITH GROUP THREADS.

basically, i love them!

i’m not going to force them on you, however.  but if we are in a thread & you think it’d be cool if a relevant character joined in, just tell me! or i’ll ask you.  d (^_^) b

if you see one of my threads, & you think you want to join in, just ask me or my partner &  we’ll see if everyone’s okay with it.  o (◡‿◡✿)

because, one x one roleplay is limited sometimes.  ¯\ (°_o) /¯    & group threads are super AWESOME.  (●ゝω)ノヽ(∀＜●) 

but make sure you don’t just jump in! always ask.  (づ￣ ³￣)づ

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Still working on my verse page! So far I’ve been writing the following, but would love other suggestions! -Umineko No Naku Koro Ni -BNHA -Yu Yu Hakusho -No More Heros

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“So much for fun friday...” 

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fabricatedprince‌:

bothersomebrat : okay but a vampire oc tho also yo i can breathe…

     “Son! You are back. It’s nice to see you again.”

“Oi, Papa!” Latches onto wasting no time to climb onto his back!~! “I’ve been gone for so long that I thought you died over!”

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hello there! this is a not-quite-new rp blog featuring satoko houjou of higurashi no naku koro ni - with au verses for persona, snk, yugioh and bnha! my dash is completely dead right now, so i’m looking for new people to write with.

if you’re interested in interacting, could you give this post a like and / or reblog?? thank you so much! ❤

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         S E L E C T I V E  M I K H A I L    B O T H E R S O M E  B R A T

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rcbid‌:

╰  ♡ starter for @bothersomebrat.

❝ excuse me. ❞  don’t mind ashley, wearing a silly little grin as he takes in the small form in front of him. there’s something about children — something about them that brings out a warmer, more lucid part of his personality. this much shows in his eyes as he offers forth a little box with  strawberry shortcake  labeled on the side. there are plenty more stacked in his arms, but they’re meant for the bakery up the street.

there are, however, exceptions in his book.

 ❝ do you want one? it’s on the house. ❞

An unfamiliar voice caught the boy off guard, and to add,  for complete honesty it startled him a tad more than he would like to admit. He had been simply sitting here for some time now, watching idly as people pass by as he waited for...something...It wasn’t till he saw the box did the look of confusion and panic evaporate into a smile equally as warm as the day.  “WOOOAH~ Really? I can have the whole box?”  Mikhail was a little hesitatiant, despite how upbeat and chipper his tone came out. Even a child born in the darkest crevice had to weary of strangers. Especially ones that tried to give away food.

Only crazy people did that. 

[gojjo]

“Hey! Give me back my tags! I’ll get in trouble without them! … I don’t need them anymore. I’ll just take yours, misters!”

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𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝒂 𝒅𝒊𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆. 𝑰 𝒇𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑫𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝑱𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒃𝒚 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆— 𝔸ℕ𝔻 𝕁𝕌𝕊𝕋𝕀ℂ𝔼 𝕂𝕀𝕃𝕃𝕊.

『ᴍᴇssᴀɢᴇ × ʀᴜʟᴇs × ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ』

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destrcyers‌:

“What are you looking at, monster?”

“Huh? --- Monster? That’s not a very nice thing to call someone.” But as the scene would paint it,  a child standing there with blood steadily dripping from tips of their fingers could be described as nothing else. But should someone no better, a killer of their own right go around calling people that? Not that it mattered, Mikhail enjoyed it actually. Gave him a sense of pride in some ways.  “I can smell the scent of iron on you, just as much as it’s on me.”