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( indie book based tmr oc rp blog, selective, read rules and about before interacting. side blog, i follow back at wckdiisms )

[wckdiisms-blog]

im baack!

[thegeniius-deactivated20161204]

a sudden feeling of excitement develops in the girl’s chest and she’s suddenly itching to get out there and confirm her suspicions about these people. brenda had been placed out here for a reason and it seemed like that reason would soon be fulfilled if her assumptions were correct. the girl merely nods to eveline before turning and leaving the place of interrogation, she didn’t carry much with her and it wouldn’t take long to gather her things together. it was merely a pack that held a few necessities, container of water, can of food; the knife she had before was stuck into her pocket and the gun she had hidden away was tucked into the waistline of her tattered pants. the whole process took her a mere two minutes before she rejoined the group as they headed out into the blazing sun that reigned over the land.

[eveiisms-blog]

    Eveline moves swiftly, everyone gathering their things with great     efficiency. She herself has her pack in her grasp -- containing water,     some food, ammo and a single photo -- within a few moments. The     woman is left standing at the entrance of their shelter, ready to leave --     in a minute or so, simply observing as the others readied themselves     and their prisoner, adjusting the cloth previously out of the way to cover     her face, protect her from the blazing sun. The group quickly followed,     and they departed -- dragging along their captive with them just in case.

    She walked at the front of the group, along with Brenda, a gun visible on     her hip and her hand resting on the hilt of the old sword hooked onto her     belt -- mostly remaining silent as they walked.

[wckdiisms-blog]

( so eveline was only 13 when the sun flares hit lmao )

[askboxmemethings]

Send (ง’̀-‘́)ง to punch my muse and see how they react.

Originally posted by ignitetheliight

[eveiisms-blog]

( tbh im like all for threads where eveline finds out where her bro is from someone bc sad and also eveline freezing up like “oh” and its so damn obvious she recognizes the name theyre giving her bc its her fuckin last name )

[thegeniius-deactivated20161204]

brenda at first looks inattentive, eyes downcast to her knife which rises and falls from her hand. though when their captive starts talking about newcomers marching through the scorch it obviously grabs her attention. dark hues raise to look at the person strapped to the broken down chair. ❛ which way were they headed?  ❜ as they continue to blab her eyes move to glance at eveline, it was more than likely they were thinking the same thing. they had to see who these newcomers were.

[eveiisms-blog]

    The mention of a group jerks Eveline's attention away from the other,     and she stares intently at their prisoner. Squinting slightly she doesn't     notice Brenda's look, her own attention elsewhere as she suddenly steps     forward -- kneeling and grabbing the person by the front of their shirt     in one swift motion. Giving them a slight shake she cuts them off, they     already revealed where the Group was -- but went on a pointless tangent.

    ❝ How many? ❞ Her voice cuts through the air like a dagger, and their     captive is left stuttering for a few moments before she tightens her grip     squeaking out an answer. They newcomers are close. Once the words are      spoken she stands, turning to those from her original group and barking a     few orders ( thinking immediately those approaching to be a threat ) before     turning to Brenda ❝ I've got what I need, if there’s anything else you want I'd     suggest getting it quickly -- we don't have much time. ❞

[tommyxplease-deactivated2017072]

Newt worked his teeth against the inside of his cheek, looking up as a woman from the new group sat down next to him. When she asked about Rat Man, Newt almost drew blood as he clenched his teeth against soft flesh.

“That’s what we call the shank who made us come out here. He looks like a rat too, so y’know, the name fits.“

He didn’t want to talk about him. As far as Newt was concerned, Rat Man could burn in Hell for everything the Gladers had done. His hand moved to the back of his neck where he’d been tattooed and then let it fall into his lap.

“Don’t know much about him, besides the fact that I wish that slint-head was here instead of us.”

[eveiisms-blog]

    Eveline let out a sharp breath of air – distinguishable as a laugh     only by the slight upturn of the corner of her mouth. Though her     expression contorted some as she further processed his words.

    She didn’t know much about WCKD, just that they where trying to     find a cure – but it hardly made sense that they sent out kids into the     Scorch. What purpose could that serve? The curiosity ate away at her,     but she didn’t ask – the boy seemed aggravated enough simply talking     about this Rat Man, who damn well might be the head of the organization     she’d begun to loathe telling by how they had spoken of him.

    ❝ Does the asshole have a name? ❞ She asked after a few moments,     jaw set – her intentions, most likely obvious to anyone who’d spent more     than a minute around her, where most likely of a violent nature towards     the man at that point. She wanted to know who it was, who worked with     those who put the group of teenagers there ( as she doubted he actually     went by “Rat Man” ).

[eveiisms-blog]

( oh ye for those who found this blog by other means than my other tmr blog, i run a janson blog @wckdiisms which used to be adjxnson (eveline is only that interpretation of jansons sister unless otherwise discussed but ye) and thats where i follow back etc etc and im a hell of a lot more active over there bc i have a shit load of threads goin w/ janson n such uou )

[eveiisms-blog]

☛ GET INSIDE YOUR CHARACTER'S HEAD! aka The Excessively Detailed Headcanon Meme

Ask a question, any question! Because I have nothing better to do than to answer your questions. ... No, really. I don't. D:

1: What does their bedroom look like?

2: Do they have any daily rituals?

3: Do they exercise, and if so, what do they do? How often?

4: What would they do if they needed to make dinner but the kitchen was busy?

5: Cleanliness habits (personal, workspace, etc.)

6: Eating habits and sample daily menu

7: Favorite way to waste time and feelings surrounding wasting time

8: Favorite indulgence and feelings surrounding indulging

9: Makeup?

10: Neuroses? Do they recognize them as such?

11: Intellectual pursuits?

12: Favorite book genre?

13: Sexual Orientation? And, regardless of own orientation, thoughts on sexual orientation in general?

14: Physical abnormalities? (Both visible and not, including injuries/disabilities, long-term illnesses, food-intolerances, etc.)

15: Biggest and smallest short term goal?

16: Biggest and smallest long term goal?

17: Preferred mode of dress and rituals surrounding dress

18: Favorite beverage?

19: What do they think about before falling asleep at night?

20: Childhood illnesses? Any interesting stories behind them?

21: Turn-ons? Turn-offs?

22: Given a blank piece of paper, a pencil, and nothing to do, what would happen?

23: How organized are they? How does this organization/disorganization manifest in their everyday life?

24: Is there one subject of study that they excel at? Or do they even care about intellectual pursuits at all?

25: How do they see themselves 5 years from today?

26: Do they have any plans for the future? Any contingency plans if things don’t workout?

27: What is their biggest regret?

28: Who do they see as their best friend? Their worst enemy?

29: Reaction to sudden extrapersonal disaster (eg The house is on fire! What do they do?)

30: Reaction to sudden intrapersonal disaster (eg close family member suddenly dies)

31: Most prized possession?

32: Thoughts on material possessions in general?

33: Concept of home and family?

34: Thoughts on privacy? (Are they a private person, or are they prone to ‘TMI’?)

35: What activities do they enjoy, but consider to be a waste of time?

36: What makes them feel guilty?

37: Are they more analytical or more emotional in their decision-making?

38: What recharges them when they’re feeling drained?

39: Would you say that they have a superiority-complex? Inferiority-complex? Neither?

40: How misanthropic are they?

41: Hobbies?

42: How far did they get in formal education? What are their views on formal education vs self-education?

43: Religion?

44: Superstitions or views on the occult?

45: Do they express their thoughts through words or deeds?

46: If they were to fall in love, who (or what) is their ideal?

47: How do they express love?

48: If this person were to get into a fist fight, what is their fighting style like?

49: Is this person afraid of dying? Why or why not?

[memeroundups]

Send ‘rough touch’

[nxwtxn]

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.

[wckdiisms-blog]

( quick thing of eveline idk )

[runthomxs-blog]

The medicine didn’t exactly taste good, but Thomas sure as hell wasn’t going to waste even a drop of  water to wash it down just because it didn’t taste good – water was such a rare luxury now, and they never knew when they’d need it. “Yeah, let’s go.” Thomas figured it was fine already – they could go, since the others must’ve gotten every single thing they could from the deteriorating building. He himself grabs a couple of clean sheets from the  bedside, and stuffs it in his bag.

[eveiisms-blog]

    As the boy readied himself to leave Eveline gave one last      look around the room, spotting a half concealed aspirin bottle     (covered partially by a towel) and grabbing it. She checked the     contents -- about 15 of them remained, plus any others the     group had found. After a moment of consideration she took     one and popped it into her mouth, swallowing it easily --     hoping it would help with the brewing migraine.

    ❝ Ready. ❞ It was a statement really, and she spoke only     after having marked the door with a pocket knife (to tell the     others they'd been there already) -- waiting for Thomas.

[eveiisms-blog]

closed starter // @tommyxplease // ;v; queen of the scorch

    Eveline would only rarely help others outside her group in     the Scorch, she'd learned early on that was a dangerous game     to play. But when she'd seen a group of boys, no older than     16 at the oldest, running desperately from of another one of     earths famous super storms -- she let them in.

    Which is how she ended up allowing about 20 boys into the     building her group, adults mostly, had occupied, and how she     ended up hearing repeatedly about WCKD (a group she already     knew plenty about) and some of the boys complaining rather     loudly about a specific man. After a while she moved over to     one of them, who was sitting a bit away from the others,     tapping him on shoulder as she sat down -- moving the cloth     from her face.

    ❝ Newt is it --? ❞ They'd introduced themselves, most of them     at least, and this boy was one of the more notable to her ❝ I keep    hearin' about this one guy, from WCKD -- Rat Man. Can you tell     me who in the hell that is --? ❞

[eveiisms-blog]

stolen

Meme // @tobekillcd​ // ;v; glader (scorch)

    Cue rapid blinking and confusion, the 16 year old was     absolutely not prepared for that – she drew a breath     and looked at Rachel with a startled expression.

    ❝ Wha –? ❞

[eveiisms-blog]

( oH yeah i set up eveline’s glader!verse !! you can read up on it here !! )

[eveiisms-blog]

( rip eveline tho shes spent like over half her life in a post apocalyptic hell )

Send “stolen” to steal a kiss from my muse.