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Andulka
Xuebing Du
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祝日 / Permanent Vacation
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Claire Keane
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//commence operation: get the fuck back on your roleplay blog, Jamison
Bold all that apply:
My muse knows how to…
bake a cake from scratch | ride a horse | drive stick | speak a second language | dance | catch a fish | play an instrument | throw a punch | build a deck | ice skate | unclog a drain | program a computer | change a flat tire | fire a gun | sew | juggle | play poker | paint | fly a kite | sculpt | write poetry | change a diaper | sing | shoot a bow and arrow | ride a bike | swim | sail a boat | do a back flip | play chess | give CPR | pitch a tent | flirt | stitch a wound | read palms | use chopsticks | write in cursive | use an electric drill | braid hair | make a campfire | make a mixed drink | do sudoku puzzles | wrap a gift | give a good massage | jump-start a car | roll their tongue | do magic tricks | do yoga | tie a tie | skip a rock | shuffle a deck of cards | read Morse code | pick a lock
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37:Talk about someone you thought you were in love with.
Proxy touched his lower lip with a gentle finger, seemingly deep in thought. He furrowed his brows and blinked slowly before speaking. “In 1995, I was deployed on a reconnaissance mission in Germany. My commander tasked me with the job of gathering intel on a few higher-ups in the military as well as looking into a set of sensitive documents we heard were in their possession. Well, what better way to learn about someone than getting it straight from the source, right?” He paused, adjusting his glasses with a finger. “I took it upon myself to get close to the spy commander who managed to procure said documents out from under Russia’s nose. I’ll spare you the… finer details, but… perhaps I ended up getting a little too close to him. I acted as a new recruit under his wing, and slowly worked my way up to his side. We, ah, were rather intimate, it seemed. That is, until, he got suspicious... and my orders changed.”
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Bold everything your muse has done. (caution: contains multiple common triggers)
bunchofrpmemes:
Broken a bone | Gotten stitches | Had a near-death experience | Killed someone | Tried and failed to kill someone | Invented something | Been hungover | Kissed someone | Slow danced | Been in a long-term relationship | Had sex | Had sex and regretted it | Had a one-night stand | Had a threesome | Experimented with their sexuality | Had a kid | Gotten married | Self-harmed | Traveled to another country | Been in a play | Received an inheritance | Been in a car wreck | Lost a loved one | Been dumped | Dumped someone | Smoked | Gotten high | Been slipped something in their food/drink | Won a contest | Won an election | Joined a sports team | Gone skydiving | Gone hunting | Been in a band | Had a job | Been fired | Been in a wedding party | Owned a pet | Seen a ghost | Skipped class/work | Learned an instrument | Gotten a noticeable scar | Sued someone | Been robbed | Been mugged | Been kidnapped | Been sexually assaulted | Been brainwashed/hypnotized | Gone more than one day without eating | Had a recurring nightmare | Been bullied | Bullied someone | Seen someone die | Attempted suicide | Been tied/chained up | Shot someone | Stabbed someone | Saved someone’s life | Cheated on someone | Been cheated on | Had a stalker | Been betrayed | Been in a fight | Been arrested | Been to a funeral | Had surgery | Broken someone’s trust | Gotten a piercing | Gotten a tattoo | Used a fake name | Been tortured | Been abused | Been blackmailed | Had an attempt on their life | Gotten away with a crime | Gone on a road trip | Been in love
"Did... did you get beat up!?"
All together in an instant, Proxy’s body jerked awake. His eyes snapped open, his back and shoulders went rigid, and that ear-splitting ringing in his head returned. Cyan irises darted around behind cracked lenses until his blurred vision cleared. A boy. He thought. A boy’s voice, but where- Directly on his left, a frightened boy called out to him. Proxy shifted and felt the grit of a brick wall behind him. So he was tossed out like the trash, just as he was promised. That’s what he gets for blowing his cover so foolishly. He was entirely surprised he still drew breath at this point. Proxy stared straight ahead, raising a hand to straighten his glasses with a wince. He took quite a beating, huh? His cyan eyes shifted to his side and became fixed on the boy. Behind white felt, he asked; “I’m... still in America, right?”
Hurt rp Starters
"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Slow down! You don't want to get even more hurt, do you?"
"Tell me where it hurts."
"Whoa, that's purple... It looks like your shoulder is dislocated."
"Oh my god. Are you okay?"
"You're bleeding... You're bleeding bad..."
"This is gonna hurt..."
"Holy crap! I may not know much about human anatomy, but legs don't bend that way!"
"It's all swollen up..."
"You have a black eye. Where you fighting with someone?"
"Okay... Okay, hospital. Hospital, now."
"I think you have a concussion."
"Calm down! Calm down! Your ankle is sprained, okay?"
"Here, lean on me."
"I'm gonna need more bandaids..."
"What the hell happened to you!?"
"Here, I need to clean you up. This might sting a bit..."
"We need to get the bullet out..."
"Oh my god, you've been shot!"
"Did... did you get beat up!?"
"Just hold on. You're gonna be fine..."
"Look out for that car!"
"Wake up! Oh god, please wake up!"
"You're alive! Oh, thank god!"
"I'm no doctor, but you should have that looked at. It's bleeding a lot..."
"What is that? Are there bandages under your shirt?"
"Why is your arm wrapped up like that? And are those blood stains!?"
"You must have hit the back of your head really hard."
"Look at me. Just look at me and stay awake. Can you do that?"
How do you define a living thing? Does it need flesh and blood? A soul? A conscience? Would it shock you to know I have all of the above?
Rules + Muse + Written by Jamie