❝ 𝙵𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝, 𝚑𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚟𝚒𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍. ❞
《 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚎/𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚟/𝚜𝚎𝚕 𝙳𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝙳𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚢 𝙾𝙲 𝚋𝚢 𝙷𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚊𝚑 ┊ 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚌𝚜 》
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❝ 𝙵𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝, 𝚑𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚟𝚒𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍. ❞
《 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚎/𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚟/𝚜𝚎𝚕 𝙳𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝙳𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚢 𝙾𝙲 𝚋𝚢 𝙷𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚊𝚑 ┊ 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚌𝚜 》
In honor of Mother’s Day, ask my muse anything you want to know about their mother!
OOC. i cant,,, Decide
Hopping onto the bandwagon while the iron is hot, hello! Do you like monsters? Monster girls? Monster girls with crippling anxiety??? If you do, feel free to give this post a lil’ ol REBLOG if you’d be interested in interacting w/ an INDEPENDENT, SEMI-SELECTIVE monster prom OC!
OOC. 10/10 would take to prom
OOC. hnnnn i rly dont feel like coding but also i rly wanna start rp’ing my MP oc save me
OOC. 10/10 would take to prom
coxgitando:
Shipping Call - Send me one if you want to plot one or more of these
💚 - friendship 💙 - kinship ( blood or symbolic familial bond ) 💔 - past relationship 💜 - hateship ( they hate each other but can’t stay away ) 💛 - hateship ( enemies ) 💟 - friends with benefits ❤ - romantic relationship
SEND A NUMBER FOR MY MUSE TO DO THE FOLLOWING:
1 ⊱ my muse makes/buys breakfast for yours.
2 ⊱ my muse drunkenly flirts with yours.
3 ⊱ my muse accidentally spills a drink on yours.
4 ⊱ my muse has to share a taxi with yours.
5 ⊱ my muse tells yours an embarrassing story.
6 ⊱ my muse greets yours after two years apart.
7 ⊱ my muse calls or visits your muse in a panic.
8 ⊱ my muse angrily shouts at yours.
9 ⊱ my muse attempts to get your muse’s attention.
10 ⊱ my muse is crying and is caught by yours.
11 ⊱ my muse accidentally walks in on yours changing.
12 ⊱ my muse doesn’t remember who your muse is.
13 ⊱ my muse asks your muse for a favor.
14 ⊱ my muse wakes up beside yours.
15 ⊱ my muse suddenly feels sick while hanging out with yours.
16 ⊱ my muse accidentally butt-dials your muse.
17 ⊱ my muse dances with yours.
18 ⊱ my muse tries on your muse’s clothing.
19 ⊱ my muse surprises your muse.
20 ⊱ my muse takes care of your inebriated muse.
please respect the right of refusal.
one thing I believe should be more heavily influenced in the roleplay community ( that really isn’t respected ) is the RIGHT OF REFUSAL. not everyone has to say yes to a roleplay, even if you delivered sugar-coated candied comments abt their portrayal / characterization / etc. if you give those things, it should be from your HEART, and not because you are attempting to ENTICE them into writing with you.
with refusal comes MAJOR ANXIETY – most writers don’t feel comfortable saying that they don’t want to write with someone, and it is because they want to avoid hurting their feelings. believe it or not, there are KIND ways of telling someone you don’t have an interest in writing with them – and those ways should be respected. do not make someone FEEL BAD for not wanting to write with you; and do not FORCE them to tell you their reasoning. as long as they are kind, you should respect their decision and not be rude towards them.
please respect the right of refusal.
OOC. i lowkey want someone to smooch dawn
OOC. liam still wont lemme smash
OOC. gently sets this down here
“It’s been raining for days.”
“Looks like the rainy season is finally here.”
“Shall I put on a pot of tea?”
“Turn up the heat/put another log on the fire, the rain brought a chill.”
“Close the window, you’ll ruin the flooring!”
“You’re sopping wet.”
“What on earth were you doing out there?”
“Fine, you can come in, but take off your shoes.”
“I don’t need you tracking mud everywhere.”
“The sound of rain is so nice.”
“You’re going out? In this?”
“You can’t go out there, it’s pouring down rain!”
“I like the rain and all, but being stuck inside is so boring.”
“The day would be a lot less boring if you learned how to sit still.”
“I cannot believe we’re stuck in this!”
“Maybe we should find somewhere to take cover until it stops.”
“Does it ever stop raining here?”
“Oh no! The rain ruined our picnic.”
“Want to go for a walk in the rain?”
“Can I have a blanket?”
“Sorry to intrude. This rain came out of nowhere.”
“Look at the sky! The lightning is insane.”
“It’s getting pretty intense out there.”
“A rainy day, warm blankets, a cup of tea, and a book to tie it all together.”
“Let’s go for a walk in the rain.”
“Here, this should warm you up.”
“Come in here before you catch a cold.”
“Ugh, that’s just a silly old wives’ tale.”
“I pity the poor souls caught out in this.”
“Aren’t there any books to read?”
“Rains smells so different in the city.”
“The rain smells better in the countryside.”
“Nothing like the sound of rain to go with a good book.”
“Careful, the tea is still hot.”
-draws on the fogged up windows-
-Flips loudly through book-
-sighs- “It’s so cozy in here.”
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Damien blushed lightly, nodding along as Eugene spoke, busying himself with looking through the packets of seeds on the table, as to stop himself from rudely staring at the man next to him.
Still, it was fairly hard to keep his eyes off of him.
“Mm, precisely.” Damien laughed. “It’s…rare I meet somebody who is aware of the language of flowers. At least not in so much depth. How refreshing.” He hesitated, before gripping onto his cloak, and giving a small curtsey.
“Forgive me. I’ve been so rude. My name is Damien Bloodmarch. I’m simply a home gardener with a passion for plants. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He said, reaching into his cloak, pulling out a yellow rose.
“I apologize if this is too forward…and I’m sure you know this much already, but the yellow rose–they signify new beginnings and friendship.” He commented, twirling it between his fingers for a moment before handing it to Eugene. “I feel as if I should give you some sort of token for this meeting, and a flower seemed appropriate.” He laughed softly, before picking up a few packets of seeds, and setting them into his basket. “I’m sorry for taking up so much of your time, truly.”
It wasn’t exactly a common area of study (or.. an area of study at all), but it was still nice. Though it wasn’t something he learned about completely on his own. Actually, he picked most of it up from Dawn. This was sort of her thing, and she was probably much more knowledgeable on the topic than he was. Still, it was fascinating to meet someone who shared his enjoyment of such flower-related things.
‘ It’s quite interesting. ’ he gave a somewhat sheepish smile, hand reaching up to rub the back of his neck. His eyes widened when the man pulled a flower out of his cloak, blinking a few times before pushing his glasses back up the bridge of his nose.
‘ Where did you— ’ he blinked, before simply smiling once more. Well, that was a little forward. But not necessarily in a bad way. Given the way he was dressed, perhaps the man was some sort of magician. A very dapper one at that.
‘ I actually didn’t know that.. But I suppose now I do. ’ he took the flower carefully from the man.
‘ Oh, sorry! It’s.. Eugene. Eugene Lindstrom. That’s what my name is. ’ he internally cringed, clearing his throat. ‘ Sorry, I.. I’m kind of new here, so I’m afraid I haven’t had the chance to meet everyone yet. ’ he gave a shy laugh, before extending his hand politely.
OOC. seein all these monster prom blogs makes me RLY wanna get my oc blog up and running s m h.
OOC. that moment when ur vagueblogging senses start tingling,,,