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//Might delete and restart this blog, because something isn’t working out. Like it’s nothing to do with the threads or rp partners or anything. idk just need a restart

#ooc #tbd

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"What did you do?"

☤ ANGST STARTERS ☤ SEND “What Did You Do?” AND I’LL GENERATE A NUMBER ☤ OR SEND A NUMBER

15. Your muse staggers into my muse’s home, drunk and angry.

“Scarlett?” When he opened the door, he certainly wasn’t expecting his friend to come staggering into his apartment in what seemed to be a drunken rage. “Woah, hey!” He held his hands out, afraid that she’d fall flat on her face.

“What’s wrong? Come sit down–wait . You didn’t drive here, did you?” He frowned fretfully, just a barrage of worried words.

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reine-du-bal-roleplay:

“Yeah, I know.” She shook her head, laying it in her open hands. “I’m so stupid. Seriously.” She looked up into Mark’s eyes suddenly, tears brimming her eyelids. “Why am I so stupid, Mark?” She sniffed. “That asshole stood me up and I thought it was the end of the fucking world.” She laid her head in her hands again, her shoulders rising with shaky breaths.

“Hey, hey, don’t cry.” Immediately Mark felt bad for reprimanding her. Scarlett’s night was probably shitty enough without him scolding her like a father would to his teenage daughter. Time to take it back a dozen notches. He ran a hand over her hair, speaking in what he hoped was a soothing tone. “You aren’t stupid. You shouldn’t have to expect assholes at every turn,” he told her. “Now if you want to see real stupid, you need to watch my videos,” he tried with a tentative smile.

#reinedubalroleplay #{v; Must be Dreaming}#{Too Queue for You}

//I love super close up photos of eyes

#eyes are gorgeous #ooc #tbd

planetpossum

To anyone dealing with Anon Hate:

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galaxyghosty:

Lemme tell you three rules of advice, that’ll probably eliminate your problem entirely.

Delete the message as soon as you get it. Do not answer it. Your answer is fuel for them. Do not answer it. Do not answer it. Leave it alone. They are pathetic people who have nothing better to do with their time except send you disgusting messages that literally have no ruling over your life. They thrive on reaction. They thrive on your followers taking a stand for you. They thrive on you being broken by it. Do not let them win. Do not let them win. If you don’t reply, then you are stronger than them. You prove you cannot be broken.

If the anon persists, block them. Just fucking block them. If it’s someone you know, tough shit, they weren’t your friend anyway. You don’t need that kind of influence in your life.

Talk to a friend. Even the strongest of people may be bogged down by words. But that’s okay. Talk to your friends. Whatever the anon tells you isn’t true. Even if you think it is, it isn’t. You are worth more. Let your friend console you. They love you. I love you. You are strong, and beautiful, and you are worth more than you think.

#don't answer it #ooc

hcpebound:

she gasps loudly, free hand placing itself ‘pon her chest in mock horror. no more presents for her? on their birthday? only for mark? such an injustice! she sighs &&. takes the bottle away from the ‘danger zone’ to drink out of it instead. mari pauses, almost in consideration of the consequences she’s surely about to unleash. a mischievous glint forms in her eyes, &&. she takes another swig of the drink only to squirt the liquid back out at her brother.

There’s a brief moment of relief, when she pulls back the water bottle and it seems like he’s safe. Before he can even sigh, she spits a mouthful of water at him. Mark shouts in indignation, lunging to grab the bottle and squeeze the liquid right back into her face. “You’re dead, Mari, I swear to god!”

#hcpebound #{v; Two Pro}

actuallybirb:

“And I still think you’re a giant weirdo for thinking I’m pretty, or cute, or any of that.” After all, she didn’t find herself conventionally attractive. She wasn’t tall, or graceful, or “ladylike.” She didn’t have the long blonde hair so many men sought after so fervently. Holly was just a pink haired dork that found herself way too attached to birds, dragons, space, and video games with an immense amount of anxiety issues. Who would think she was worth loving?

Mark, apparently.

An embarrassed smile brought itself over her face once again as she relaxed into the arms that held her. Holly gently nuzzled her head into Mark’s shoulder, scooting a bit closer to cuddle against him.

“No way!” he disagreed fervently, pressing his lips against the top of her head, squeezing her a bit as she moved into his embrace. “I mean-- yeah I’m a huge weirdo, but your the gorgeous lady who picked up this doofus,” he insisted, refraining from shouting when her ear was mere inches from his mouth.

“I love you so much. Even if you steal my favorite pajamas.” That was just a tease on his part. Mark didn’t have any favorite pajamas, ad what Holly scrounged out of the closet wouldn’t have been his favorite anyway. Maybe his favorite on her...

#that's a face #actuallybirb #{v; Must be Dreaming}#{Too Queue for You}

actuallybirb:

Holly couldn’t help but giggle at her own little “sneaky sneaks.” She liked being the one to give surprise kisses sometimes, rather than letting Mark have all the silly fun of it.

“Had to sneak one in while you were actually still for more than a half a second.” She teased, all the while beginning to change the color on the eyeshadow brush. Lifting her head back up and starting again on trying to make the colors look nice, she just found herself smiling at them. Goddamn, she was such a hopeless romantic. She really did absolutely adore Mark.

“I love you,” She told them while continuing, wanting to kiss them again but was too focused on what she was doing to warrant actually distracting herself to do it again. “So much.”

“Hey, excuse you,” Mark protested in mock offense, giving the slightest of sassy head bobs, hands on their waist. It was all the movement they dared with their eyes closed and an unseen Holly wielding the makeup brush. She could easily stab Mark right in the eye. “I’m able to stay still for at least a good full second.”

Their lips melt into a soft smile. Mark half-expected another quick kiss, but when that didn’t happen, they settled down until Holly gave them the all-clear to open their eyes. “I love you too, Holly. So goddamn much.”

#actuallybirb #{v; Designated Mark.i.plier at Birth}#{Too Queue for You}

//Trying not to get irritated about the fact that I should be at work rn except apparently the bus is waiting for someone to check it and hasn't left.

#should've been on our way like 30 minutes ago #ooc #tbd #fucking buses man

reine-du-bal-roleplay:

“You have whipped cream like right here.” Scarlett pointed to a spot under her lip, hoping to show Mark where he’d missed his mouth. The two had had a day in -Scarlett’s idea- to let Mark have a break. A Disney movie played on the TV screen, and the two had bought cakes and pies galore, which rested around them under a pillow fort. They had shared bites of their desserts, cuddling under the same blanket.

“Just let me get it.” She giggled, putting her hands on the sides of his face, her thumb stroking the cream off his chin, but her hands lingering. Her eyes flickered to his lips, and she hoped he had the same idea she did.

“I can get it myself, geez,” he laughed as she took his face in her hands. Despite his protests, he didn’t pull away other than a a playful slap on her leg, too light to be considered any sort of strike. He felt almost drunk, although sugar was the only thing they’d had all night. It was nice to have a day away from everything else, jut him and Scarlett and Disney... along with a ton of desserts.

She stroked the whipped cream from his slight stubble, and he felt her hands lingering. His eyes sought hers, found it had strayed to his mouth. Oh. Oh. Suddenly he felt bashful, shy as he quickly ducked his head to lick at the cream now on her thumb, hoping to break that expectant tension. “Got it,” he announced as his tongue flicked over her thumb.

#give him a sec he's being a shy babbu #reinedubalroleplay #{v; Must be Dreaming}#{Too Queue for You}

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"Pssst, Mark. Psssst. The Jewy gods of sexy Jews have given me a message for you."

“Yeah…? Which is…?”

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willrockyourworlddragonslayer:

“Yikes, there can’t be two kings and this crown is pretty comfy where it is…which is on my head. I’d give it to you, but ya know, it’s mine,” Dan replied triumphantly, pointing to an imaginary crown on his head.

“Excuse you, Dan.” He drew himself up, fists planted on his hips and chest puffed out, trying to make himself look bigger while Dan had the height on him. “I’m pretty sure that crown belongs to me, and you’ll have to fight me for it.”

#willrockyourworlddragonslayer #{v; Must be Dreaming}#{Too Queue for You}

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