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@clandestine-dreamers
why stress her when you can undress her
Reblog for a Starter 🍒
Public or Private? xo
tryingmother replied to your photo: OOC//When your idol follows you. I’m dead.
you clearly idolize some fucked up people lmao
I agree to disagree
OOC//When your idol follows you. I’m dead.
reblog if you’ve been in the rpc since 2012 or earlier
idunnohaveameme:
how many of us old fucking farts are on here? remember when we used fucking giant ass gifs for icons and there was no small texted/formatted threads?
Hi, lovelies! I’m finally back posting on the dash and let me tell you, it has been too long. I’m gonna be adding a plot summary page soon and work on more skeleton graphics but in the mean time I would love any questions or apps in my inbox! And remember–not only do we need four more apps to open, we ALSO aren’t requiring a para sample at the moment, so get your apps in while you can!
Please look into joining this beautiful work of art! <3
post break-up au
nadiahilker:
i literally can’t sleep alone anymore so i’ve shown up at your door in my pyjamas, can we have one more nap together, please?
we promised to stay friends but we’re doing the same stuff we did when we were a couple and i don’t wanna point it out because i don’t want it to stop
listen i know i can’t just show up at your apartment at six in the morning but i need coffee and no one makes it like you do
we broke up after i left and moved away and months later i find out you rushed to the airport to stop me but you were too late
you keep calling me over to get rid of spiders from your apartment and i’m pretending i don’t know you’re not afraid of them at all because i miss you too
we keep showing up at all the same places separately because we’ve always had similar interests
cop!au i’ve been undercover for months/years and i know i told you not to wait for me but i’m still in love with you and it’s killing me
or, i fell in love with you while i was undercover and i know you’re mad at me for lying but i have to go back to my old life (and i want you to be in it)
i know we’ve been broken up for a while but i still have those concert tickets and you’re the only person i want to share this with
i found the ring when i was moving my stuff out of your apartment and now everything makes sense
are you?? sabotaging?? my dates?!?!?
i’ve seen you hanging around my apartment and i thought it was because you missed me, turns out you’ve been using my wifi you asshole
i know you can’t cook for shit so i’ve been bringing you dinner every night, just, y’know, to keep you alive
i kissed you goodbye by accident - old habits die hard okay?!?!
roadtrip au where we need to save gas money so we take a long, awkward, tension-filled car ride
instead of dividing up the CD’s, let’s play a drinking game to determine who gets what (it may or may not end in sex)
i was so sleep-deprived after the night shift that i climbed into bed with you (and you just rolled with it)
you’re my emergency contact and i’ve been in an accident so you drop everything to come to the hospital
soon to be divorced couple obnoxiously painting the walls wacky colours every time the other paints over it
you’re pretending we’re still together because my relatives will disprove of the break up so you’re being all sweet it’s reminding me of why i fell in love with you in the first place
we bumped into each other in the street and you were grinning like a cocky asshole the whole time so i stalked off only to realise i’m wearing your shirt
This has been on my mind for long but I’m gonna do this - please reblog this if you’re comfortable with pre-establishing relationships. I do not mean “met at the grocery store two weeks ago” or “have a common friend”, but rather stuff like “have been best friends since kindergrden”, “go for a beer every friday”, “friends with benefits”, “dated in highschool”, “hate each other’s guts because -insert reason-” etc. Something meaningful (but not necessarily shippy) and I mean with muns/characters you have not interacted with, because I cannot believe I am the only one who prefers jumping right into the heart of the human interaction.
Clandy Facts
clandestine-dreamers:
She has definitely considered moving to the South Side, but she is currently staying with friends.
Chuck put her in “the book” even after her friend, Jason Blossom, told him not to. Jason’s death had a huge effect on Clandy. He was really her only true friend at Riverdale.
Her mother never told her the day she was born, so she grew up not celebrating her birthday. When friends would ask she would just play it off as if she didn’t want to tell people. Recently, she went through her mom’s files and found her birth certificate. Her birthday is May 14th. She is 18 years old and a senior at Riverdale High.
She is only 5′1′’
The story about her name is only half true (from what she’s heard from her mother) (I am working on her dad’s side of the story.)
Clandy has dyed her hair multiple times, but actually prefers leaving it blonde.
Clandy is bisexual.
FOR THREADS WITH @geniusidict:
Her nickname is Rosie, but she hates it when anyone but Lip calls her so.
Best friends (maybe more)
Confidants
FOR THREADS WITH @vixenwidowed:
Friends (maybe more, DEFINITELY MORE)
Adorable
future ideas: Cheryl and Clandy go on a trip, prom, cutesy things, angsty things, fights, (YAS, EVERYTHING)
hey hey! ya’ll can call me liz and i’ve got a favor to ask of you: would you be so kind as to like and/or reblog this if you are someone who would be interested in writing with an ARCHIE ANDREWS of RIVERDALE? i’m new to this community and am still in the process of getting things set up, but would love to start interacting with people!
i have a promo already thrown up, but these deals seem to make the rounds more quickly. by liking and/or reblogging this, you give me permission to hop into your ims to discuss possible plots! and vice versa! c:
if you start a ship with me i go from 0 to SIGN ME THE FUCK UP in no time flat.
I wasn’t asked to a single dance in high school and didn’t have a serious romantic relationship until I was 22. And like, yeah that shit hurt when I was younger. I had a lot of fears that I was unlovable and that I didn’t deserve to be happy. And every time I would try to talk to anyone about it, the conversation became, “you’ll find someone”, when it should have been, “you don’t need a relationship or a date, you’re lovable & complete & beautiful on your own”.
So yeah, please normalize young people not dating, and please stop shaming them for it. There’s more to life than romance, despite what the media wants us to think.
THIS
Trying to decide if I want to write Veronica or not. Love her to death, but I don't think I have ever played a canon character well
Just a quick note to let anyone thinking of applying know that for the next week you don’t have to send in a para sample with your application! So try get in quick while the app takes up less time!
I miss writing so much...
Send ‘rough touch’
and the generated outcome will be used for a small drabble scenario or starter { tw violence, possible noncon/dubcon implications, nsfw }
Your muse throws a punch at mine.
My muse throws a punch at yours.
Your muse suddenly grips my muse’s hair.
My muse suddenly grips your muse’s hair.
Your muse roughly grabs my muse’s arm.
My muse roughly grabs your muse’s arm.
Your muse grips my muse’s hips.
My muse grips your muse’s hips.
Your muse wraps their hands tightly around my muse’s neck.
My muse wraps their hands tightly around your muse’s neck.
Your muse slams mine against a wall hard.
My muse slams yours against a wall hard.
Your muse pushes my muse to their knees.
My muses pushes your to their knees.
Your muse bites mine.
My muse bites yours.
Your muse clutches their hand tightly around my muse’s mouth to silence them.
My muse clutches their hand tightly around your muse’s mouth to silence them.
Your muse grabs my muse’s wrists.
My muse grabs their muse’s wrists.
Your muse attempts to shove away mine.
My muse attempts to push off yours.
Your muse roughly kisses mine.
My muse roughly kisses yours.
Your muse pins mine onto the ground.
My muse pins yours to the ground.
Your muse delivers beatings to mine.
My muse delivers beatings to yours.
Your muse breaks my muse’s arm.
My muse breaks your muse’s arm.
Mun chooses.
“You grow up a bit damaged or broken then you have some success but you don’t know how to feel good about the work you’re doing or the life you’re leading.”
~Semi-selective, Indie Multi-Muse (RIVERDALE FOCUSED) OC ~
~written by Nina~