i really don't care

indie rp. multiverse multipship multimuse. mun is 19. tracking: bringmepeacex

[bringmepeacex]

been out of the rp game for abt five years now, trying to get back into it. what’s the move? is the rp scene on tumblr still active, or has everyone moved to twitter?

lmk! (reply to this post or feel free to message :))

[ncpotism-deactivated20180206]

— Your muse may be homophobic.  — Your muse may be racist  — Your muse may be misogynist  — Your muse may be a misanthrope. — Your muse may be mean — Your muse may be the exact opposite of all mentioned  — You are not your muse.                           It seems all muses are so kind and                            forgiving about everything, they don’t                           care about gender or race or sexual                            orientation. It is okay to play a muse                           that has problems with all of that, it                           doesn’t mean you feel that way, too.

[xodirtygold]

Xander was well aware of the theory of soulmates. He’d heard all about the supposed tattoos that came about once you met “the one” but truthfully, he’d never seen it happen so naturally the male was inclined to call bullshit. Also, not believing in soulmates meant being able to talk to all the ladies he wanted. However currently, there was only one girl taking up the majority of his time. Though she was one the exact opposite side of the country, Xander still couldn’t get enough. Currently he sat comfortably on his bed, waiting for Carter to answer the skype call, half dosing off.

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Carter had been up for a few hours, and she'd even ran a few errands surprisingly. She didn't know what was up with her, considering she usually has to be dragged out of bed, but she figured she'd kill a few hours while she waited for Xander to wake up. She was currently cleaning her apartment, but she left her laptop on just in case he woke up while she was cleaning. She was in the living room when she heard the Skype ringtone from her computer that was all the way in the living room. Sprinting like a mad man, she jumped into her bed and covered herself in her blanket before accepting the call. "Oh, good morning! I just woke up, too..." She lied, smiling. She was never a good liar.

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Mason was doing one of his regular Friday night coffee shop gigs at his local coffee shop and he was completely in his element. The crowd was nice, he was getting the energy he needed, it was one of the best nights performing he'd had in a while. His eyes scanned through the crowd of people in front of him, until he made eye contact with a girl, somewhere around his age by the looks of it, heading for the door. Just then, she turned around and went back to sit back at a table, which made a smile form on his face. There's no worse feeling to a musician than someone walking out during one of your songs. 

After wrapping up his last song, he put his guitar down and walked over to the girl's table. By the looks of it, she was working on some sort of paper for school, which he kind of felt bad about now, considering that he'd been performing while she was trying to get work done. "Hey, I'm Mason," he said, pulling the extra chair at her table out and taking a seat. "Sorry about your paper, I kinda feel bad now." He added, laughing slightly. "Sorry if this is too forward, but do you mind if I, like, buy you a coffee or something?" He asked, running his hand through his hair awkwardly. "That was such a cliche thing to say." 

[exorcist-on-paws-blog]

Reblog if you don't mind RPing ships without smut

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"Why can’t you just admit I’m right?" Colbie teased. "I don’t think it’d kill you and if it would, I know CPR and shit, so I could bring you back to life." She laughed a bit before continuing to eat the food Alanna made them. She really was impressed. Last Colbie knew, the girl couldn’t even boil water without burning it. "What’s on your mind? You look all lost in thought."

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Alanna laughed and rolled her eyes. "CPR? Please. You're just looking for an excuse to get your mack on. I know you all too well, Berwick." She said with a slight chuckle, taking a bite of her food and drinking a sip of her orange juice. Alanna snapped back into reality when Colbie asked her what was on her mind. "Oh, n-nothing." She stuttered slightly, thinking about what to say next. "Just thinking about Ryann, you know, concerned mother and all" She shrugged it off, hoping that would be a good enough excuse. In all reality, she was kind of scared to tell her what she was really thinking. After losing Britt, she'd be lying if she said that she didn't have the slightest bit of commitment and trust issues. There were few things Alanna Martinez was scared of, but those two are definitely on that list. 

[bringmepeacex]

text ;; 🚫 DON'T 🚫 EVEN 🚫

colbie: i'm hilarious. it's not my fault you're a little too butthurt to get my humor.

colbie: you're acting like you're the only person i've ever sent a drunk text to. calm down.

colbie: but hopefully not considering i'm probably just going to delete your number. there's literally no point in continuing whatever stupid shit this is. i don't like you. you feel however you do about me. and yeah. i don't really need any more toxic shit in my life.

dylan: this is hilarious.

dylan: somehow i'm the one that's going to get their number deleted, when i'd already deleted yours long ago? how about you re-read this conversation, it took about eight texts from you before i even realized who this was.

dylan: but okay! have fun with your new girlfriend, hopefully her baby daddy drama isn't too much toxicity for you.

[unscar]

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text ;; 🚫 DON'T 🚫 EVEN 🚫

colbie: tbh i was staring at my trashcan and you popped in my head. weird how that works out, huh?

colbie: she makes me incredibly happy, honestly.

dylan: nice! you should really be a comedian with that sense of humor.

dylan: well, i'm glad to hear it. i guess that means that i shouldn't be expecting any more drunk texts from you?

dylan: damn. they were quickly becoming my favorite thing.

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Colbie rolled her eyes, a playfully annoyed grin playing on her lips. “Tell yourself whatever you need to, Alanna.” She ate a bit more, turning to look at the other girl with wide eyes before she shook her head. “As if you could move away from me. You already came crawling back once. I doubt now that we make out, cuddle, sleep at each others places, and I tag along with you and Ryann— that you’d be able to do without.”

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Alanna shook her head. "You know that thing I just said about not wanting to let you know you're right? Mhm." She said, a giggle escaping her lips and a smile forming on her lips. After saying that, she pondered for a moment about how she did end up finding her way back to Colbie. All she could think about was something her and the girls in Ohio discussed one night; the red string theory. Apparently, two people are tied together by a string of fate, and no matter how far they separate, or how many times the string tangles, they always find their way back to each other. Perhaps Colbie was that for Alanna, and she was that for Colbie. 

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text ;; 🚫 DON'T 🚫 EVEN 🚫

colbie: oh fuck

colbie: i forgot i was texting you that's my bad. but yeah, me and alanna. who'd have thunk it 💁

dylan: told you you'd regret this in the morning.

dylan: neat. i hope she's making you happy. although, i guess she isn't, since as soon as you get a sip of alcohol in you, i'm the first one on your mind.

[baesday]

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text ;; 🚫 DON'T 🚫 EVEN 🚫

colbie: please, san is a bigger hoe than you could ever be

colbie: alanna was and always will be the onyl good thing to come out of my time in ohio

dylan: thanks, i think?

dylan: lmao. my ''''sister'''' and my ex fiancee. life is grand.

[bringmepeacex]

Hi loser,

I may or may not be writing this during class and Ms. Johnson may or may not be giving me dirty looks. Oh, who am I kidding, she totally is. I bet when she heard you were moving, a part of her was hoping that I’d go with you so she wouldn’t have to deal with my “incessant talking” anymore. Anyway, it’s only been a little while since you left and I’m already going crazy. I still hate you for leaving me right before our senior year. Now I’m left all alone because I never bothered to make any other friends because I didn’t need them—I had you. Enough sappiness, though. You haven’t missed much since you left. The same old annoying people we hated are just as annoying as always. Lucky you for not having to deal with them anymore. Although, who knows, maybe you’ll get stuck with even more annoying people at your new school. 

Crap, she’s looking at me again. I’m pretending to write notes now and doing that thing where I look at her every so often and nod along. God, this sucks. Come back home already. I’m not sure when you’re gonna get this. Soon, I hope. Writing letters is cool and all, but it’d probably be way easier to e-mail. Or text. Or Skype. Or anything else, really. We do live in the 21st century, after all. Anyway, the bell is about to ring so I’ll stop writing now. Miss you tons, call me when you get this. :) 

— Your favorite person in the wholeeee world.

Hi butthead,

Can't say I blame you for writing me during her class, I think I may have learned two things throughout the course of this year. I really wouldn't doubt that, though. She's probably third in line on the list of people who'd wished you came with me, (I'm first, you're second). Thank God you stopped all that sappiness, I think I may have gagged while reading that. No, I'm kidding. Okay, half kidding. But I miss you too, I told you that you should have jumped in my suitcase before I left, but you said you couldn't handle a whole two hour plane ride in there. Weak. I think you should be a psychic, because there's a handful of people I've met so far that I could easily go without seeing for the rest of my life, let alone the rest of the year. Apparently when you switch schools so late during your high school career, people seem to judge you. It's not my fault my dad got some dumb ass job offer, I don't want to be here either.

I can picture the devil eyes she's giving you as if I were sitting right next to you. She only gave them to us every five minutes of every class. If she asks what you're writing, just tell her you're writing to your super duper awesome best friend. Should go over great, trust me, I'm a doctor. But how are things with you other than the obvious depression I've left you in after leaving? Sorry about that, again. You're right though, I don't know why I suggested letter writing. Maybe I was feeling vintage when I suggested it. After living in this time with messages being delivered within a blink of an eye, three days seems like an eternity. You must be dying without me. ;) You text me, I need to know you haven't forgotten me in the time I've been gone.

-- Aiden. (Your best friend, in case you forgot).

[milkyytea]

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text ;; 🚫 DON'T 🚫 EVEN 🚫

colbie: shes not new

colbie: i'm with the girl wi should have ebeen with since day one

colbie: you are right about one thing though, i'm going to hate myself for all of this in the morning bc youre always going to be a regret

dylan: oh, really? did you go back to santana, or did i taint that for you too?

dylan: tell me how you really feel.

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text ;; 🚫 DON'T 🚫 EVEN 🚫

colbie: i mean shitty to me like, in my eyes you're usch a bad guy because of how eeveryhitng played out

colbie: i don't literally mean you treated me like shit. you were the best thing that happened to be in forever dylkan

dylan: i'm really not going to have this conversation. i hope whoever you're with now is treating you how you should be treated, but we've been over for like two years.

dylan: and that's how i want it to stay.

dylan: and i know that's how you want it to stay too, whatever all of this bullshit is right now is, it's from the alcohol. you'll wake up regretting we ever had this conversation and you'll get back on your merry little way with someone new.