Time of White Rabbit

Roleplay and ask blog for Peter White from HnKnA, and Jieun from Dandelion Wishes Brought to You. OC Friendly Tag Tracked: coldsundayafternoons M!A Peter: none M!A Jieun: none Please note that Peter is the primary muse for this blog. If you wish to speak to Jieun, you'll have to catch an open or request him specifically.

[ice-like-dreams]

(( better late than never? @missterryrighter @unimportantsoul @moongremlins ))

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(( By the way, lemme know if I missed anyone or if anyone else would like one. :D )) 

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♫ (moongremlins)

SEND ONE FOR MY MUSE TO:  ♬: pick a song to describe your muse

“… you chased me down and broke in just when/I was done believing...” he sang softly, not looking at her.  

(Forever- by Red)

[thelittledraculina]

Send me “♫“ and I’ll choose a song that reminds me of our muses

[cold-sunday-afternoons]

"That was a hard fall, are you okay?" (moongremlins) ((eyyyyyy))

“Of course I am.” Peter grumbled, pushing himself up on his hands and trying to get back to his feet. Then his leg gave way and he collapsed ungracefully back onto his face. 

Ow. 

((Heyyyyy!))

[moongremlins]

cold-sunday-afternoons:

Peter glowered and winced, both at her laughter and the word ‘dweeb.’ What kind of word was that? But he didn’t resist as she dragged him to his feet. Clearly, he wasn’t going to be getting up on his own. 

“And where do you suggest we go?” he demanded grumpily, pain throbbing through his calf as he tried again to put weight on it. Not broken, he decided, but not good either. He leaned a little harder on Moon’s shoulder, though he tried not to give her so much that she’d fall. Both of them hurt would do them no good. 

“Dunno, we’re a little too far into the woods to make a straight shot to the van without chancing trouble.” But all the same Peter was in no position to keep up their investigation for the day. The last traces of her grin vanished, considering what they needed to do.

She shifted her grip on his arm, if she could thank her parents for anything it would be for her sturdy legs. “We can probably make it back to that burned out shack and rest for a bit there. Won’t save time, but it’ll definitely be safer.”

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“Very well.” Peter agreed sullenly, still unhappy both at the necessity of accepting her help and at the spectacular fall and the laughter it had occasioned. He turned his good foot in the direction she’d specified without further comment. It was barely past mid afternoon, his internal clock told him, and yet the forest made it seem dark. 

“How far do you judge it to be?” he asked, after a few minutes of stumbling around and gritting his teeth at every movement that jarred his injured leg. He hated being weak.  

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Put "fall" in my ask box, for my muse reaction to your muse falling in their arms.

[cold-sunday-afternoons]

send one for my muse to:

♢: recall a favorite memory regarding yours

☞: blame something on your muse

☚: blame themselves for something

♬: pick a song to describe your muse

✍: write a poem about your muse

✆: leave a ( potentially angsty ) voicemail for your muse

☂: give your muse an umbrella on a rainy day

✔: kiss your muse

♧: learn that your muse has died

♤: die for your muse

[rpstartersanskboxfillers]

My muse just said, "You're the only reason I have left to live." Put your muse's reaction in my ask box.

[ice-like-dreams]

(( Hey y’all. I overslept and I got things I have to get done today, so I’ll be on tonight after work. Feel free to leave me stuff! ))

[cold-sunday-afternoons]

Darker RP Sentence Starters

1: "I, I just can't..."

2: "You choose to leave!"

3: "Stop- just stop!"

4: "I didn't ask for this."

5: "I'm so sorry. Please believe me."

6: "I'm not okay. I'll never be okay."

7: "I can't even look at you!"

8: "I'm never going to forgive you for what you did."

9: "I just... I can't get over what happened."

10: "I'm sorry I'm not perfect!"

11: "I just don't want to see you again."

12: "I can't even be in the same room as you."

13: "I know you don't want to see me, but I just can't give up on you!"

14: "It's all my fault... all of it."

15: "What happened wasn't your fault!"

16: "You couldn't have known what would happen!"

17: "I knew if I did it I would mess everything up, but I did it anyway."

18: "I can't forgive myself for what I did."

19: "Some people don't deserve forgiveness."

20: "I have to go... and I'm probably not coming back."

[rpstartersanskboxfillers]

Send :’( to my ask box and I’ll write a starter about my muse walking in on your muse crying.

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My muse just said "Why do we even talk to each other?" Put your muse's reaction in my ask box.

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Put ~ in my ask box for my muse's reaction to your muse suddenly holding their hand.

[cold-sunday-afternoons]

"That was a hard fall, are you okay?" (moongremlins) ((eyyyyyy))

“Of course I am.” Peter grumbled, pushing himself up on his hands and trying to get back to his feet. Then his leg gave way and he collapsed ungracefully back onto his face. 

Ow. 

((Heyyyyy!))

[moongremlins]

A better person would ignore the sheer gumption on their partner’s part and immediately go to helping them. A better person wouldn’t even think of rubbing such an epic fail in their friend’s face.

Anita ‘Moon’ Bishop was not a better person. her laugh was louder than she even expected but wow…It was just so perfect!

 “Oh my god…” she huffed before leaning down and looping one of his arms around her shoulders. “Come on you dweeb. You clearly need to sit down somewhere relatively safe for a bit.” 

[cold-sunday-afternoons]

Peter glowered and winced, both at her laughter and the word ‘dweeb.’ What kind of word was that? But he didn’t resist as she dragged him to his feet. Clearly, he wasn’t going to be getting up on his own. 

“And where do you suggest we go?” he demanded grumpily, pain throbbing through his calf as he tried again to put weight on it. Not broken, he decided, but not good either. He leaned a little harder on Moon’s shoulder, though he tried not to give her so much that she’d fall. Both of them hurt would do them no good. 

[ice-like-dreams]

(( So I have to get ready for work, but I promise y’all; I’ll be back this evening. Ttyl. :) ))

[cold-sunday-afternoons]

"That was a hard fall, are you okay?" (moongremlins) ((eyyyyyy))

“Of course I am.” Peter grumbled, pushing himself up on his hands and trying to get back to his feet. Then his leg gave way and he collapsed ungracefully back onto his face. 

Ow. 

((Heyyyyy!))

[ice-like-dreams]

(( Hiya, folks. So I thought I would actually make an appearance and just say something. I’m trying to get back on here; life has finally started to settle, my emotions are slowly coming back to where I can deal with my stress levels without freaking out. :) So I just wanted to tell all of you who have waited for me to come back, messaged to check on me, played with me in the brief times I’ve managed to show up:

Thank you. Thank you for being there, for waiting, for offering me your help and comfort and support. I really means the world to me. You all are the best friends and community I could ask to be involved in, and I’m so thankful.

Y’all are amazing. ))

[cold-sunday-afternoons]

Send me "💤" to catch my muse sneaking into yours' bed after having a nightmare