fight! fight! fight!

CONTRA PACEM [adverb & adjective] against the peace trip rp blog selective see pages for more

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Also- I will make the new URL publicly available once I’m more established on there, so if you’d rather wait that’s fine.

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I’m going to be remaking this blog, with a new URL. I haven’t settled on a URL yet, but when I do I’d be willing to give it out to people who ask. Don’t be afraid to shoot me an ask.

I’d like to get back into the game, but this blog has a lot of history and memory attached to it, and I want a fresh start.

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I’ve settled on a URL, and I have things mostly set up and ready. Like this post or send me a message if you’d like the URL or a follow from me over there.

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I’m going to be remaking this blog, with a new URL. I haven’t settled on a URL yet, but when I do I’d be willing to give it out to people who ask. Don’t be afraid to shoot me an ask.

I’d like to get back into the game, but this blog has a lot of history and memory attached to it, and I want a fresh start.

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I’ve settled on a URL, and I have things mostly set up and ready. Like this post or send me a message if you’d like the URL or a follow from me over there.

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Also- I will make the new URL publicly available once I’m more established on there, so if you’d rather wait that’s fine.

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I’m going to be remaking this blog, with a new URL. I haven’t settled on a URL yet, but when I do I’d be willing to give it out to people who ask. Don’t be afraid to shoot me an ask.

I’d like to get back into the game, but this blog has a lot of history and memory attached to it, and I want a fresh start.

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I’ve settled on a URL, and I have things mostly set up and ready. Like this post or send me a message if you’d like the URL or a follow from me over there.

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I’m going to be remaking this blog, with a new URL. I haven’t settled on a URL yet, but when I do I’d be willing to give it out to people who ask. Don’t be afraid to shoot me an ask.

I’d like to get back into the game, but this blog has a lot of history and memory attached to it, and I want a fresh start.

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I feel like I’m waiting for the world to finish the job. I can’t sleep. I feel guilty. I feel ashamed.

Why do I try to have friends? Every relationship I have always falls apart. Why did I try to have more than just friendship?

I will always love them. That will never change.

And it was my fault that things went this way. I wish I was a better person.

I sort of, distantly, want to die. Not in any real way, but.. I’d like to disconnect from the world for a while, but I can’t do that. My anxiety won’t let me.

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i’ve been away for a few days, and i apologise for that, but i’m likely going to be away for a few more to deal with personal stuff.

keep being awesome, everyone <3

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I started playing Tera again.

Gunners are fun

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Little tasks like this were Trip’s favourite. A simple kill order, and a location provided for the actual act, with a team ready to clean up once he was finished. Easy, fun, and with no real effort involved. They made a nice change from the more difficult kill orders he often got.

It was no trouble at all to convince the mark to follow Trip into the warehouse, and after a bit of banter he was easy to overpower. Sad, really. The man was supposed to be somewhat important in a rival gang that had once worked for Trip’s own. A strong fighter, apparently. Perhaps the intel was old.

Trip straddled the man’s shoulders, pinning him to the ground on his front, one hand fisted in his hair to hold his head up, the other dancing a knife along the man’s throat. “You fucked up. This is a message to you, and your gang, that we do not tolerate failure or giving in. It’s a shame. You had potential.” The tip of the knife flicked, drawing blood, and Trip laughed lowly at the scared jerk beneath him. “Your family will be provided for. Your son should make quite the little decoy with a bit of training.”

With that, Trip slid the knife across the man’s throat, standing and stepping away once he was sure the man would die. He studied the knife, moving it back and forth to watch how the light played over the bloody metal. It was a nice sight. Shame he’d have to leave the knife here to be cleaned, and then it would be put back into the store room in another part of the warehouse for another thug to use.

There was movement and sound from an open door that led to outside, and Trip turned to face the form in the doorframe, unable to see them clearly due to a broken light. It wasn't one of the cleanup crew, as they would arrive after Trip left and called his success in. It wouldn't be a civilian either, as this warehouse had a reputation and was avoided by those who did not have business here.

“Who is it? Who are you, and what do you want?” The knife may have been lowered to his side, but Trip’s hand still clenched tighter around it, chin lifting and eyes hardening.

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Job AUs

General

‘Hey bastard this store is already closed oh wait you’re hot never mind please do come in’ AU

‘I’m on the verge of tears because of a rude customer and you step in and stand up for me’ AU

‘I can feel you silently judging me as you ring up my purchases I swear I’m not using these for their intended purpose’ au

‘Why does this cost TEN DOLLARS THIS IS AN OUTRAGE’ AU

Hairdresser AU

‘You’re my regular customer and I’m in love with the feel of your hair’ AU

“Rumor has it that you’re a hairdresser with magic fingers and you can fix any bad hair day so that’s why I’m here’ AU

Gift store AU

‘Why the fuck are you choosing that for a gift to your crush’ AU

‘You walk in and offer to pay me to wrap your gifts’ AU

Florist AU

‘I work as a florist and every day you walk in, buy one flower and give it to me’ AU

‘I work part-time in a flower shop and you keep asking me about what this flower means in flower language and I honestly don’t know so you end up giving me a lesson’ AU

Jewellery shop AU

‘You walk in and ask for the most expensive piece are you loaded to the gills what the fuck man’ AU

‘I’m the employee and this is the first time ever I’ve met you but you buy me a necklace saying the gem compliments my eyes’ AU

Coffee Shop AU

I write a bad pick up line on your cup every time I’m your barista’ AU

'You’re the customer and you get back at me for all the times I’ve spelt your name wrong by mispronouncing my name in increasingly horrible ways’ AU

'You’re really short and cute and you buy a cup of black coffee every morning but you make weird faces as you sip it and you never finish your drink are you trying to look mature or something’ AU

'Should I be concerned about how much caffeine you’re taking in’ AU

Bakery AU

'Your love of strawberry shortcake really doesn’t match your appearance but i still think that’s really cute’ AU

'Every morning you walk in and inhale deeply then walk back out seriously just buy something already’ AU 

Drug Store/Chemist AU

'You embarrassedly place your items into the counter so I call a price check just to make you feel more awkward, but it turns out one of your items were actually overpriced’ AU

Bartender AU

'You’re the bartender and you catch someone slipping something into my drink’ AU

‘I ask you to concoct something from all the ingredients on the list i gave you and it ends up tasting so horrible and wrong that i can’t stop laughing’ AU

Teacher AU

We’re both teachers and at the end of the year we compare how many gifts we’ve received from students and you’ve won for the past three years’ AU

'Romeo and Juliet of the math and english dept. in school’ AU

Writer AU

I’m a writer and when it gets close to my deadlines I neglect taking care of myself so you’ll pop in my house every so often to make sure I’m doing okay’ AU

Fast food Chain AU

‘You just ordered a smile and I look at you like you’re batshit insane before bursting out into laughter’ AU

‘You’re an employee and I have a crush on you so when you hand me the soft serve I accidentally grab it by the ice cream instead of the cone’ AU

‘We have a free refill policy for soft drink and you’ve prepared several empty bottles what the fuck’ AU

Corner Shop AU

‘I see you come in here every day to buy the same drink and one day I leave a message on the bottle’ AU

‘You run in looking really panicked and you ask for 6 gallons of milk why’ AU

 Restaurant AU

‘You’re a famous critique and I’m a server and I get so nervous that I trip and spill the dish all over you’ AU

‘You’ve always been a good cook so I encouraged your start your own restaurant and seven years down the track you own one of the most successful businesses’ AU

Idol/Manger AU

‘I’m your manager and holy shit you have crazy fans’ AU

‘You’re an idol and you got the lead role in a romance drama and you practice at my expense’ AU

‘Can you please act appropriately do you know just how many of your fuck ups I’ve had to cover up last week’ AU 

Firefighter AU

‘You’ve just been saved from a burning building and you’re begging to go back in to save your pet cat’ AU

“No that’s impossible how the fuck did you manage to get it to catch fire?!” AU

Sex Line Operator AU

‘I called you because I was curious and wow you have a very soothing voice can you please sing me to sleep’ AU

‘I have a very cute neighbour and very thin walls and one day I call you and err your moans are very synchronised with my neighbour’s’ AU

And Finally:

You’re a drug lord and I think I’ve just walked into your drug den’ AU

sorry not sorry

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*points to ur lap* is this seat taken

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The many infamous faces of kovu

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that moment when you remember how weirdly attracted you were to an animated lion

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were?

sadly i still am

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shake it all up with your mystery;; Fallout AU

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Beziar’d had no intentions of staying on this particular world for 220 years and yet, here he was. The situation was less than ideal–he was unable to use his powers to return home, and nuclear apocalypse was not something he’d ever prepared himself to deal with–but he’d made the best of it.      He spent most of his time wandering these days, selling himself and his skills where he could, helping where he needed too, and was passing through Goodsprings for the first time in about 70 years. His hair was dyed a bright bubblegum pink, throwing him even more out if the crowd along with his formidable height and very strong body.      These days, he usually wore reinforced leather armor–cooler than the armor he’d been trapped here with–but today, planning only to grab a drink at the Prospector Saloon, he wore simpler clothes. A tattered linen shirt left his strong arms exposed from nearly the shoulder down, revealing tattoos all over his left arm and scars all over the right. Dark leather pants hugged his muscular legs, scuffed with age and Wasteland living.      The Pipboy on his left arm was partially obscured by a scarf, and a second scarf was wrapped loosely around his head–concealing his ears and available to be tugged over his face along with a respirator if the air got unsavory.      Stepping into the Saloon, he gratefully pulled the respirator and scarf off his face, pushing his sunglasses up into his pink hair. The sun was absolutely brutal today, and the air was choking. It was good to be inside, somewhere dark and not as blazing hot.      Adjusting the strap that held his sniper rifle–lovingly cared for and modded–on his back, he made his way towards the bar. A hunting revolver–minus the scope–hung from his right hip and a wicked blade, red in color and longer than his forearm, glinted on the opposite hip.      Years moseying the Wastes had darkened his skin past it’s natural tone, and freckles were spattered liberally across his nose and cheeks. The stress of being stuck here had hardened his face a little, putting some lines there, but his eyes still held a spark of the man who laughed loud and smiled openly.      Today, his friend was vodka, and he dropped several more caps on the counter than the lady asked for. Gods knew, this town needed the currency more than he did.       Beneath his scarf, his ears angled slightly to the sound of the door opening, and he gave a tiny smile as he scented a dog–through and through, Beziar was an animal person. But he kept his own council until the new patron spoke.      He tilted his head as he considered his answer. He wasn’t sure of the answer, and certain answers could lead to danger. More than once, he’d answered one way or the other and been half drowned in opportunists.      “Passing through,” he admitted, a thick accent wrapping around each word, “But I’m thinking about sticking around for a while.”

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Well. This stranger had quite the interesting accent. Along with interesting hair. If he wasn’t being so civil, Trip would think him a raider, having only seen bright hair like that on raiders.

Welter enjoying his bone without a second glance at the man helped as well. Trip knew the dog had sharper instincts than himself.

“This isn’t a bad place to wait a spell. Water pump works, and it’s clean enough, and there’s game to be had close by. Locals are friendly enough, and I’ve never seen this place run low on booze.” He let his eyes flick over the man.

“That’s quite a nice blade you have there. I’m a fan of knives as well.”

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“Ah. Trip. I’ve missed you too. Are you ok?” Virus turned and wrapped his arms around the bigger blond.

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“You came back late.” And anxiety was a close friend of Trip’s. He knew deep down that Virus could handle himself, of course, but that didn’t matter when the little demon of anxiety wanted to play. One hand rose to grip the back of Virus’ shirt as Trip let Virus’ touch relax him.

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wow thanks for pulling out the angst tonight muse

u shit