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Independent semi-selective roleplay blog for Brooke Lohst from Be More Chill. ask - submit about - rules - verses

[lesser2dgirlfriends-blog]

hey i’m a heather duke rp blog now. yes she just came in and absolutely murdered gumi. hello.

[brookielost-blog]

"Don't worry. I'm used to it. Honestly it's usually a lot worse than this." unicorndreamcr

“Actually, that just makes me more worried…” Brooke frowned, stepping around the lunch tray that had just been smacked off the table. Pondering for just a moment, she moved to sit next to the now-lunchless girl, pushing her own tray slightly towards her. “Want some? I kinda hate this cafeteria’s food.”

She wasn’t lying. It was kind of gross.

[brookielost-blog]

unicorndreamcr:

She laughed. “Yeah that makes sense. People around here really love their nicknames. I’ve been called dumptruck since freshman year.” She replied rather cheerfully before taking a bite of her pizza.

“What? Wow, that’s shitty.” 

Brooke rested her chin on her hand, arm propped up on the table. She had a feeling Chloe might do the same thing, though. Speaking of which, where was Chloe? They’d usually sit together at lunch... Now she was just getting plain restless.

“Umm...” she spoke up again, but then she realized she wasn’t sure what to say. She let out a sigh and took a carrot from the lunch tray. A bit too moist and kind of soft, but she took a bite anyways. “Sorry. I’m not usually this awkward, I swear, haha.”

[brookielost-blog]

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“Aw, geez. You think so? What do you reckon I should do, then?”

     Jay supposed that he should probably listen to this girl. She seemed confident enough in what she was talking about. He was used to his old school where as long as you kept a smile on your face, you could get away with almost anything-- Well, except set a fire to instruments in the music room. Maybe in America, drugs were pretty equivalent to fires? He wasn’t sure of the exchange rate.

“You don’t think I’ll have to go to class? I don’t know where any of these rooms are, though.”

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Brooke couldn’t help but laugh a little. What an interesting guy. “I guess you’re new here, then? That would explain why I’ve never seen you around before. Um, yeah though, if any of the staff caught a student smoking anything at school, they’d probably get at least suspended. Maybe expelled or arrested, depending... 

“But I dunno, it’s not like I’ve ever actually seen it happening. I’m sure there’s still people who do it anyways.” She shrugged, running a finger idly along the edge of her notebook’s cover. “Do you not usually go to class? I mean, you’d probably get detention if you were caught skipping, but that’s about as far as that goes. Most people get away with it anyways, I’m pretty sure... But like, if you actually do want to go to class, I know where everything is, so. Y’know. I can probably help.”

[brookielost-blog]

❝ Don’t fuck with me! I have the power of God and anime on my side! ❞

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“Oh–…”

There’s a long pause.

“…What’s… anime, again? D’you mean, like, umm… that Narutoo cartoon thing? That’s anime, right?” Yeah, Brooke is definitely more confused than intimidated. “Even then, that still doesn’t explain much.”

[brookielost-blog]

"Don't worry. I'm used to it. Honestly it's usually a lot worse than this." unicorndreamcr

“Actually, that just makes me more worried…” Brooke frowned, stepping around the lunch tray that had just been smacked off the table. Pondering for just a moment, she moved to sit next to the now-lunchless girl, pushing her own tray slightly towards her. “Want some? I kinda hate this cafeteria’s food.”

She wasn’t lying. It was kind of gross.

[brookielost-blog]

unicorndreamcr:

“It’s very nice to meet you!” She beamed at her. She reached forward grasping her hand giving it a good shake. “My name’s Martha! Martha Dunnstock!” She felt like her real last name needed to be uttered. She was tired of being known by that awful Nick name.

“…Ah. It’s um, nice to meet you too,” Brooke replied after a moment’s hesitation, giving a small smile of her own. She’d frozen up a little when Martha had grabbed her hand, and she could only hope it went unnoticed as she let said hand be shaken. 

Damn voice in her head.

“Oh yeah, my last name’s Lohst. Since you gave yours. So, Brooke Lohst. Well, most people pronounce it as ‘Lost’, though...”

[brookielost-blog]

Oh hey, I think tumblr is letting me show up in tags now--

Hello hello! I haven’t roleplayed on tumblr in a while, but I’ve been really wanting to roleplay Brooke lately so here I am with a blog for her! I’m rather new to musical RP, but I have a good 7 or so years of experience RPing in various anime fandoms!

So if you’d please, like or reblog this post(or literally just follow me, I’ll take the hint) if you’d be willing to RP with this new-ish blog for Brooke Lohst from Be More Chill!

[brookielost-blog]

real tempted to make a heather duke rp blog to go with this brooke one tbh.

[brookielost-blog]

"Don't worry. I'm used to it. Honestly it's usually a lot worse than this." unicorndreamcr

“Actually, that just makes me more worried…” Brooke frowned, stepping around the lunch tray that had just been smacked off the table. Pondering for just a moment, she moved to sit next to the now-lunchless girl, pushing her own tray slightly towards her. “Want some? I kinda hate this cafeteria’s food.”

She wasn’t lying. It was kind of gross.

[brookielost-blog]

unicorndreamcr:

She chuckled. “It’s as bad as it’s gonna get. Gives me some comfort actually. Everyone likes to pick on the fat girl. Easy target you know? Hopefully it’ll get better after I graduate.” Her smile lit up like a christmas tree. “Would you really? That’s so nice!”

“I’d like to think I’m pretty nice, yeah.” She giggled. “But yeah, of course, go ahead.” 

Seeing the other’s smile, Brooke immediately felt an instinctive urge to protect her. She’d only spoken to her for maybe a minute, but the girl seemed awfully sweet. Definitely the type that was easy to bully, though.

“They’re still jerks,” she muttered, glancing over at the jock she could still hear snickering with his friends nearby. He just seemed to laugh harder when he noticed Brooke looking, and she quickly averted her gaze. A voice in the back of her head told her insistently to get away from this girl if she wanted to avoid further judgement.

Ugh.

“So, uh… My name’s Brooke. What’s yours?”

[seafoamsthetic]

MY FAVORITE VINES a sentence starter - 2/??? — (part 1)

❝ Is there anything better than PUSSY? Yes, a really good book! ❞

❝ Hello… FUCKER. I’m gonna kill your whole family for fun. ❞

❝ I am DISGUSTED, I am REVOLTED– I dedicate my entire life to our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ and THIS is the thanks I get?! ❞

❝ Oh my GOD, they were roommates! ❞

❝ Don’t fuck with me! I have the power of God and anime on my side! ❞

❝ Roses are red, violets are blue… Why-why’d you leave me ____, what did I do? ❞

❝ Do you ever… like wake up or… do–uh–like, do something and you’re just like ‘what the he–fuck is going on?’ ❞

❝ Do I look like–? ❞

❝ I do love working here, it’s just– We all have a lot of laughs. ❞

❝ Fuck off, Janet! I’m not going to your fucking baby shower. ❞

[sigh] ❝ My name is ____, I hate everyone in here. Especially ____, she’s a whore. ❞

❝ Hey, ____! You’re no good, _____! You’ll never be shit! You’re JUST. LIKE. YOUR FATHER. ❞

❝ Dude, what the fuck? This is your space, this is your area, she can’t do that to you! ❞

❝ Hey yo, cut the music, cut the music. Somebody left an ice cube on the ground, it melted and now my SOCK is wet— who the fuck wanna DIE?! ❞

❝ Wha–you spilled–whawhawha– LIPSTICK in my Valentino white bag?! ❞

❝ I’m over this dumbass school with all these fake ass people — Hey! … Fucking bitch. ❞

❝ I don’t really wanna do the work today. ❞

❝ Oh hi, thanks for checking in, I’m sTiLL a PiEcE oF gArBaGe! ❞

❝ When will you learn?? That your ACTIONS HAVE CONSEQUENCES?!. ❞

❝ Welcome to Bible study, we’re all children of Jesus! Kumbayaaaa, my Lord! ❞

❝ Country boooooy, I loooove yooooou. ❞

❝ So I’m sitting there, barbecue sauce on my titties… ❞

❝ He needs some milk! ❞

❝ Hi, I’m _____, and I’m your freestyle dance teacher. ❞

❝ Bitch, you’re gonna step on my fucking toe bitch with the fucking cowgirl fucking boots bitch DISGUSTING! ❞

❝ I’m old! I’m SIXTEEN! I’m a GRANDmother. ❞

❝ You know what? I’m about to say it… I don’t care that you broke your elbow. ❞

❝ I’m out here jogging…. Uh… Worst experience of my life… I don’t know why people do this for fun. ❞

[brookielost-blog]

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     "Ah, no. I was just gonna smoke in the janitors closet.” At least he was frank. He seemed to be defensive about his motives just about as long as he was suspicious of her– Which, all things considered, wasn’t very. She wasn’t sizing him up anymore, and she was being pretty friendly. He wasn’t used to girls that looked like her being friendly to guys that looked like him.

     “Er… No, no pen. The paper is fine, really– Do you wanna come with? I mean, not that I’m trying to peer pressure you or anything. Or discourage you. More like, uhm… Trying to be friendly?”

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“You... Oh!” It took her a minute, but she eventually seemed to understand, giving a small nod. “Right. Wait, in the janitors’ closet--?”

She really only ever did that sort of thing at her own home or at other peoples’ homes-- specifically at parties, where no one would care what kind of shit they or she put into their bodies. Though, by appearance, the boy did kind of look like someone who would do drugs in the janitors’ closet at high school. Maybe Brooke shouldn’t have been surprised.

“I mean, like, doing it at school in general? Isn’t that a bit...” She made a motion with her hand. “Dangerous?”

[brookielost-blog]

so looking for rp peeps to follow and i just keep seeing “highly selective + private” and while that is entirely ur choice and good on u for it

like how are u gonna expect me to follow first when i see that... i’m not that brave

[brookielost-blog]

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“Nope.”

     The word was about as BLUNT as what he was TRYING TO GET THE MATERIALS FOR. He couldn’t see MUCH from behind the thick veil of bangs covering his eyes, but what he COULD was just another popular girl sizing him up like a piece of meat. Judgement hung heavy around her, and it was weighing down on his apathy like gravity on a boulder. He didn’t care enough to lash out or comment about it, that was all. DEFYING BOTH GRAVITY AND THE SOCIAL NORM was kinda what he and his friends DID.

“I’m, uh… Not interested in girls who wear less makeup than me. Or natural blondes. I just was wondering if you had a piece of paper.” 

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“...Oh.”

Brooke wasn’t sure what else to say. Well, now she was kind of embarrassed for going on like she did. Not that the boy was particularly her type. She wasn’t a natural blonde, either, but she decided she probably didn’t need to correct him on that.

“What, did you want someone else’s number? ...I’m kidding, really! Um, is notebook paper fine? I have that.” She reached into her bag and pulled out a small notebook with doodles all over the cover. “And I do have a pen if you need it.”

[brookielost-blog]

"Don't worry. I'm used to it. Honestly it's usually a lot worse than this." unicorndreamcr

“Actually, that just makes me more worried…” Brooke frowned, stepping around the lunch tray that had just been smacked off the table. Pondering for just a moment, she moved to sit next to the now-lunchless girl, pushing her own tray slightly towards her. “Want some? I kinda hate this cafeteria’s food.”

She wasn’t lying. It was kind of gross.

[mirroring-mirrors]

Heathers (1989) Sentence Starters!

Dear Diary…

Real life sucks losers dry.

If you want to fuck with the eagles, you have to learn to fly.

You’re beautiful!

What is your damage?

Do they even have Thanksgiving in Africa?

This wouldn’t be that bizarro thing you were babbling about over the phone last night, would it?

Hey, I’m really sorry I couldn’t make it to your birthday party last month.

Think I’d probably miss my own birthday for a date.

I was looking around the other day and I dug up.. these old photographs.

I was talking to somebody.

Check this out. You win five million dollars from the Publisher’s Sweepstakes, and the same day that what’s-his-face gives you the check, aliens land on the earth and say they’re going to blow up the world in two days. What do you do?

Why can’t we talk to different kinds of people?

Fuck me gently with a chainsaw.

Do I look like Mother Theresa?

Does it not bother you that everybody in this school thinks that you’re a piranha?

What are you gonna do with the money?

I’d pay Madonna a million bucks to sit on my face and have her ride like the Kentucky derby..

That’s gotta be the most spooky-assed question I ever heard.

You wanted to be a member of the most powerful clique in school. If I wasn’t already the head of it, I’d want the same thing.

You used to have a sense of humour.

You know, maybe you should see a doctor.

God, _____, drool much?

Greetings and salutations. 

There are no stupid questions.

That’s the stupidest question I’ve ever heard.

Let’s kick his ass!

We’re too old for that kinda crap.

You gonna eat this?

What’d you say, dickhead?

Can you bleach out urine stains?

I thought you had given up on high school guys.

Did you have a brain tumour for breakfast? 

So, tonight’s the night. Are you excited?

You blow it tonight, and it’s “keggers with kids” all next year.

So, what was the first week of spring vacation withdrawal like?

Hey kid, isn’t the prom coming up?

I gotta motor if I want to be ready for that party tonight.

Are you gonna pull a super-chug with that?

If you’re nice, I’ll let you buy me a slushie.

I see you know your convenience-speak pretty well.

That thing you pulled in the caf today was pretty severe.

Yeah well, the extreme always seems to make an impression.

Did you say a cherry or coke slushie?

Is your life perfect?

I don’t really like my friends.

Maybe it’s time to take a vacation.

I want to kill, and you have to believe it’s for more than just selfish reasons

So, when you go to college, what subjects do you think you’ll study?

How’s my little cheerleader, huh? 

Come on, now look, I don’t feel so good, okay?

Hey, let’s do it on the coats, it’ll be excellent, huh?

You know, I have a little prepared speech for my suitor when he wants more than I’m prepared to give him.

Save the speeches for Malcolm X. 

You don’t deserve my fucking speech.

I sound like a fucking psycho!

You stupid fuck!

You goddamn bitch!

You were nothing before you met me.

Lick it up, baby. Lick.. it.. up..!

Monday morning, you’re history.

I’ll tell everyone about tonight. 

Dreadful etiquette, I apologise.

I saw the croquet set-up in the back. You up for a match?

Thank you, that was my first game of strip croquet.  

I use my grand IQ to decide what colour gloss to wear, and how to hit three keggers before curfew.

I say we just grow up, be adults and die. 

I’m a no-rust-build-up man, myself.

Don’t be a dick. 

I think last night we both said a lot of stuff we didn’t mean.

How the hell didcha get in here?

What did you do, put a phlegm globber in it or something?

I’m not gonna drink that piss.

Grow up!

You think I’ll drink it just because you call me chicken? 

Just give me the cup, jerk. 

I just killed my best friend.

What’re we gonna tell the cops?

I can’t believe this is my life.

I’m gonna have to send my SAT scores to San Quentin instead of Stanford.

At least you got whatcha wanted, y'know?

It is one thing to want somebody out of your life, it is another thing to serve them a wake-up cup full of liquid drainer.

We did a murder, and that’s a crime

You might think what I’ve done is shocking -

People think that just because you’re beautiful and popular, life is easy and  fun.

I die knowing no-one knew the real me.

Have you done this before?

Keep things business as usual.

We must revel in this revealing moment. 

You call me when the shuttle lands.

Where’s your urge to purge?

Sorry to hear about your friend. 

Let’s talk emotions.

Are we going to be tested on this?

How many networks did you run to?

What’re you talking about? You hated her, she hated you.

Gosh, pop, I almost forgot to introduce my girlfriend.

Goddamn will somebody tell me why I smoke these damn things?

I gotta motor if I want to be ready for that funeral.

Jesus, God in Heaven, why didcha kill such hot snatch? 

Jeez, people are so serious.

Hi, I’m sorry. 

I just want my high school to be a nice place. 

Did that sound bitchy?

So, we on tonight, man, or what?

That pudwacker just stepped on my foot.

When I get that feeling, I need sexual healing.

Sorry, I’m feeling a little superior tonight.  

Seven schools in seven states, and the only thing different is my locker combination.

Our love is God.

Let’s go get a slushie.

The funeral yesterday must really have been rough, eh?

It’s more tasteful than it sounds.

I left them drunk and flailing in cow shit.

No, don’t shut up, I’d like to know exactly what I did.

Yeah, I didn’t expect to be calling either, I just guess my emotions took over…

I was wondering if you wanted all those things you’ve been saying to really happen?

It’s always been a fantasy of mine to have two guys at once. 

Listen, my Bonnie and Clyde days are over.

Do you take German?

Tell me the similarity is not incredible.

The joy we shared in each others arms was greater than any touch down, yet we were forced to live the lives of sexist, beer guzzling jock assholes.

I mean, if you don’t have a brewski in your hand you might as well be wearing a dress.

So, should I just whip it out, or…?

I was kind of hoping you could rip my clothes off me, sport?

Did you miss him completely?

Hey, I heard something out there, I’m checking it out.

Does this answer your question?

You believed it, because you wanted to believe it.  

Your true feelings were to gross and icky for you to face.

I did not want them dead!

My teen angst bullshit has a body count.

Are we going to prom or to hell?

I’ve seen a lot of bullshit. 

Is this as good for you as it is for me?

I need a copy of all this by Monday for my Princeton application.

It was chaos, fucking chaos.

Chaos is great!  

Chaos is what killed the dinosaurs, darling.

We scare people into not being assholes!

God, you can be so immature!

Hey, they’re playing our song!

That’s it! We’re breaking up!

You can’t bring them back, you must know that.

I am not trying to bring anybody back, except maybe myself.

And to think there was a time when I actually thought you were cool!

Blow up a couple of toasters or something.

Kind of scary though that everybody has got a little story to tell. 

What is this? Blackmail?

I’ll ask you to do me a favour, it’ll be one you’ll enjoy.

Don’t you start getting cocky on me now.

Do you know I’m still a virgin?

Nice guys finish last. I should know.

Are you telling me this is not a time for troubled youth?

I don’t patronise bunny rabbits!

I guess I picked the wrong time to be a human being.

You were out of control!

Hey babe, I need a name.

God has cursed me, I think.

What are you trying to do? Kill me?

That’s about the least private thing I can think of.

If everyone jumped off a bridge, would you?

If you’re happy every day of your life, you wouldn’t be a human being, you’d be a game show host.

What do you say we knock off early and buy some shoes or something lame like that?

People love me!

People love you, but I know you. 

Some people need different kinds of convincing than others.

Don’t talk to me like that, OK?

Jealous much?

Why are you such a mega bitch?

Want to go out tonight? Catch a movie, you know, some miniature golf?

I knew you’d be back… I knew it.

You were wrong, and I was right!                

You’ve been depressed lately. 

Get off of my bed, you fucking psycho! 

Do you think you’re a rebel? Do you actually think you’re a rebel?

You’re not a rebel, you’re a fucking psychotic!

What do you think I’m gonna do with it? Take out their tonsils?

I’ve got a meaningful marked-up Moby Dick, what else does a suicide need? 

Is this turning out weak, or what?

My afterlife is so boring.

If I have to sing Kumbaya one more time…

I loved you! Sure, I was coming up here to kill you…

Our burning bodies will be the ultimate protest to a society that degrades us. 

Talk about your suicide pacts, eh?

What do they want, a written invitation?

Whether to kill yourself or not is the most important decisions a teenager can make.

Put your hands on your head.

Do you think that just because you started this thing you can end it?

I’ll kill you, I’ll fucking kill you, I swear to God!

How do I turn off the goddamn bomb, asshole?

You want a clean slate as much as I do. 

The only place where different social types genuinely can get along with each other is in heaven.

Do you know what I’d love, babe? Cool guys like you out of my life.

You’ve got power… Power I didn’t think you had.

Now that you’re dead, what are you gonna do with your life?

You look like hell!

My date for the prom kind of flaked out on me…

I was wondering, if you aren’t doing anything, maybe we could rent some new releases? Pop some popcorn?

[brookielost-blog]

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@brookielost

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     “You, uh… Have any pieces of paper?”

     Not the best way to introduce himself, but he wasn’t particularly interested in the whole ‘introducing himself’ bit of the interaction, and more finding out if she had something he could roll a blunt with. 

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“Pieces of paper?” That wasn’t exactly a question she got asked every day. Brooke contemplated the request momentarily before giggling and giving an amused smile. “Oh, I think I know how this one goes! You’re gonna ask for a pen next, and then you’re gonna ask for my number all casually. Am I right? Gosh, I’m honestly kinda surprised I haven’t seen that one before, ahaha.”

She seemed rather confident that her assumption was correct. That said, she didn’t necessarily seem to mind, either, looking the boy over as she pondered whether or not she was interested.

[brookielost-blog]

Oh hey, I think tumblr is letting me show up in tags now--

Hello hello! I haven’t roleplayed on tumblr in a while, but I’ve been really wanting to roleplay Brooke lately so here I am with a blog for her! I’m rather new to musical RP, but I have a good 7 or so years of experience RPing in various anime fandoms!

So if you’d please, like or reblog this post(or literally just follow me, I’ll take the hint) if you’d be willing to RP with this new-ish blog for Brooke Lohst from Be More Chill!

[brookielost-blog]

utajoy:

          stars   in   her   eyes,   haruka   can’t   take    her   eyes   away.    she’s   shining,   sparkling.    “   your    voice…..it’s    so…..    pretty.   “    /   @brookielost​

“H-- Hm?” Brooke pauses, turns to face the girl speaking to her, and tilts her head. “Wait, what? Really?”

Really, she hadn’t even noticed anyone else was around. If she had, she probably wouldn’t have been idly singing to herself in the first place-- would have been too embarrassed to, at least. Even so, a compliment on her voice isn’t something Brooke gets often. She certainly isn’t going to complain. “Uh, thanks! You really mean that?”