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send me a “☁” and i will put my itunes on shuffle, pick my favorite line from the first song that comes up and use it for a starter.

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please reblog this post if you adore crossovers and AUs, i want to know just how many people love throwing their muse into situations they would never experience in their canon verse

#;;muse has been quiet #;;ooc

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Improvement Meme

I figured a small ‘improvement meme’ would be a fine idea for RPers looking to brush up their skills and topple weaknesses, so here it is. Feel free to use the symbols or go for a more in depth response. Yes, you can send any of these to me too.

☢: You need to work on character responses, they tend to be bland.

✄: Your RP responses are really short/ could have more effort put in!

Σ: You’re messing up your punctuation here and there.

▼: Try to improve your spelling/Grammar

☯: Try to open up to more RPers, you’re great, but you’re missing out on a lot of potentially amazing RPs!

▲: Try to be more positive on yourself, there’s no reason to hate on yourself so much.

☠: You need to be more respectful.

✈: You need to improve your action sequences or reactions of characters.

❤: You’re doing amazing, we can always improve but every RP I read of yours is a joy.

✉: Message more RPers and get some more activity going please.

Ⓐ: Fight scenes could use more work.

❥: Romantic Scenes can be awkward, do your best to improve on this, and look out for common pitfalls!

☁: You might want to take another look at your character/characters and work on them a bit more. Every great character has a flaw or two.

✪: Joker *Whatever you feel needs to be addressed*

#;;ooc #;;pls do

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d e d u c i { incompatible } independent ;; selective ;; semi-private ——❝ don’t make people into h e r o e s , John. h e r o e s d o n t e x i s t. ❞ text —— package —— sociopath —— laws —— navi

#promo #;;follow themmm

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Swiggity swag, are you the nightmare stag?

You’ll never guess who we got…

#;;snorts #;;I actually got Will Graham #;;I wasn't expecting that #;;ooc

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"Six across, five letters;"

When this stranger spoke between his sips of juice, the elocution was not dissimilar to that of a game show host.

"Clue is group o’ birds.”

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A moment of silence passes where Will raises his head from the cup of coffee he had been nursing to direct his eyes to the man seated adjacent to him. A quirk of brow and he isn't quite sure whether the man had been speaking to him or himself. The seat across from the stranger is empty and will considers ignoring the man but decides instead, to indulge him. "I think the word you're looking for is flock."

#castratied #replies #;;Hello!

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Variety Emmy Studio Portrait

Hugh Dancy “Hannibal” “I spend a lot of my time wallowing in blood, which I would say I enjoy most of the time.

Jail Birds

The engine rattles under his feet, the vibrations traveling through his feet and up his legs to settle somewhere under his stomach, comfort if it weren't for the shackles binding his ankles and wrists and the long line of chains that allows for just the minimal amount of movement. He sits in silence, eyes trained on the barred window, the passing landscape just barely visible through the cloudy pane and tries not to focus on the other passengers inmates or the guards that stand on either side of the transport, equipped with rifles should one of the inmates act out of turn. Which they don't. He doesn't think any of them would care to be shot in close quarters although it's more than likely that misbehavior will result in a trip to solitary rather than actual death. Will thinks he'd rather be shot dead than spend his twenty five year sentence in solitary. Or prison for that matter. It's a hard pill to swallow, he's still convinced this is another nightmare and he's due to wake any minute now. He closes his eyes, pictures the sanctity of his home, the dogs curled in their beds in front of the fireplace where he can see them all from his bed, count and take comfort in the sound of them breathing together in one space. The bus shudders to a stop and he's drawn out of the illusion, hustled out with the other men on the bus in a line. The leg irons make it difficult to walk and he wonders how the other inmates manage, it's an awkward shuffle and he manages not to trip and topple the others before they make it past the gates and into the building. They're taken straight into processing, made to strip and Will tries to hide his discomfort, feels himself growing distant, disconnecting from mind and body as the correctional officer goes over rules and regulations with them in a harsh tone and he's searched thoroughly for any contraband. After the strip-search, they're issued prison standard uniforms and essentials; a pillow, blanket, bedclothes and toilet paper before they're being herded like cattle through another set of doors and down corridors. He drifts along, feeling vaguely lost and mostly like his life has spiraled out of control and he's lost sight of everything. Hungry eyes follow them, assessing and predatory, calling out vile words and sneering in an attempt to intimidate and instill fear in the newer inmates.

Will is one of the two caucasian men in his group and sticks out like a sore thumb, with his curly hair and bright blue eyes, the stubble growing in along his jaw doing nothing to age him. He's drowning in his fear and if he doesn't do something about his appearance, he'll be drowning in his own blood by light's out. Best to keep his head down, for now. The first cell block is everything Will expects it would be, no more generic than the next correctional institution and then they're being temporarily assigned shared bunks. Will is assigned to a cell housing three other inmates, all of which grill him hard when he enters and sets his things on the empty bunk without making eye contact. The cell door closes with a buzz behind him, the sound a distinct finality that makes him feel nauseous and he's left to his own devices. There is no discussion among the other men in the cell and he's left alone while he sorts out his possessions. It isn't much and once he's done, he climbs onto his bunk, lays on his side with his back to the room and resolutely does not think about what a bad idea it is to sleep with his back turned to potentially dangerous prisoners. Will does not sleep.

#jail birds #;;open to mutuals #starter #;;au: prison #;;been watching oitnb sooooo yeah