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plotting call !!!
sofia hates violence with a passion, but she understands that in this new world it’s a necessity. it’s how you establish order amid chaos, and while it is a practical tool it is not the only tool. she’s had to use it time and time again to make sure she and her things were safe, but it used to make her wretch every time. violence isn’t in her nature, she’s soft hearted to an extent and genuinely just wants to help.
❛ where you headed? ❜ there’s no malice, just genuine concern, and she knows how it looks --- anyone wary of anyone knows how it looks. when survival is the game that is being played; everyone seems like either predator or prey, but sofia doesn’t want that. it’s boring, it’s dated and it’s ineffective. she looks to her truck and then back to the blonde, the faintest smile tugging at her lips. ❛ queenie’s a rocky ride, but she’s stable enough and i got food and water --- no catch. ❜ / ♡ — @martyrr.
It’s strange. I felt less lonely when I didn’t know you could talk back.
❛ hey, c’mon --- i need a taste tester. ❜ the plight of the post-apocalyptic chef is that people don’t really complain. food is food and they accept what they get, but sofia’s gotta try something or else she’ll run the risk of being bored and anything works when it comes to doctoring up the rations. they were cookies, seemingly chocolate, but there’s always a catch. ❛ it should taste like a chocolate chip cookie, but, i need input. it’s got enough carbs and protein to replace a meal. figured they’d be good on supply runs. ❜ / ♡ — @ifacedeath.
starter call, length will vary !!
❛ so you’re the one puttin’ the seeds in a frenzy, ❜ she always knew that they’d been off, but never to go nuclear like this. the reaping. the apocalypse prophesied by, under normal circumstances, a seemingly decent --- albeit extreme, preacher. it hurt sofia on some level to know that her grandmother trusted the seeds with her place more than her family. it hurt, but it wasn’t surprising. still, despite the chaos that looms in the air --- sofia’s doing her best to keep herself calm by cooking. the food truck provides. ❛ can i get y’somethin’? a bottle of wat’a? er --- water. ❜ pronouncing the ‘r’ is still a challenge. / ♡ --- @deaputy.
starter call, length will vary !!
starter call, length will vary !!
CARING SENTENCE STARTERS
for muses that need a little love.
❝ i’m here for you. ❞
❝ let me help with that. ❞
❝ i’m here. ❞
❝ nothing’s gonna hurt you. ❞
❝ if they do it again, you tell me. ❞
❝ i’ll protect you. ❞
❝ i’ll make sure nothing bad happens to you. ❞
❝ let me take a look… ❞
❝ i’m a phone call away. ❞
❝ you should have called me. ❞
❝ here, sleep. ❞
❝ if you wanna talk, i’m here. ❞
❝ hey, shh, it’s okay. ❞
❝ i’ll never let you go. ❞
❝ you’re with me now. ❞
❝ nothing’s gonna take you from my side. ❞
❝ i’ll do what i have to. ❞
❝ i need you to stay here, okay? i got this. ❞
❝ it’s safe here. ❞
❝ i’m fine, let me see your face. ❞
❝ we’re gonna have to keep ice on that. ❞
@savedpeople asked: 2. Are aesthetics important to you? If they are, why? // 8. Name any three things about the rpc that bother you. // 20. Have you ever felt pressured to write something you weren’t comfortable with?
ii. are aesthetics important to you?
not really, i don’t really give a shit if your icons are 40x40 or 125x125 or rectangular. i don’t care if you have docs or you have a gorgeous layout. we’re here to write, and sure, like don’t get me wrong -- i am a sucker for an aesthetically pleasing graphic but if your writing isn’t there? i’ll have no interest in it, honestly. i’ve seen great, aesthetically pleasing rp blogs with just one liners and no headcanons that go in depth whatsoever and in that same vein i’ve seen blogs that don’t really have an aesthetic that write amazing shit. it’s superfluous, and i feel like it can be used to hide things but we all like looking at pretty things so vOv. no, they aren’t important to me, but i can understand why they’re important to others.
the be honest meme. aka things you lowkey want to talk about but don’t because you don’t know how to bring it up. send me a number and i’ll tell you the honest truth. either a simple yes or no answer or a detailed response.
What would prevent you from following someone?
Are aesthetics important to you? If they are, why?
What current rp trend do you hate?
How do you explain rp to someone in the real world?
Do you prefer interacting with male muses or female more? Why?
Do you prefer writing male muses or female more? Why?
What’s your opinion on call out posts?
Name any three things about the rpc that bother you.
What is your opinion on exclusivity? Do you practice it? Why / why not?
Have you ever had a bad experience with commissions? As either someone who makes them or as someone who buys them?
What do you know now about rp that you wish you knew when you first started?
Have you been involved in drama? Do you regret it?
Have you ever thought about leaving rp? What caused it? What changed your mind?
Do you think rp has had a positive or negative affect on your life or you as a person?
How has rp changed you personally?
If you could change one thing about rp on tumblr, what would it be? Why?
Have you ever sent a message to yourself on anon? Why?
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Have you ever felt pressured to write something you weren’t comfortable with?
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How do you feel about tagging triggers? Do you tag them? How do you determine what is triggering content and what isn’t?
What advice would you give to someone new to rp?
plotting call. i’m making icons and watching nightmind, so like this and i will come talk to you about potential plots.
Tidelands (s01e01)
thunderstorms and heavy, torrential rain is sofia’s preferred weather, especially for nights in. there’s nothing more peaceful to her than hearing rain tapping a window with rolling thunder in the distance, or close and personal. the lightning always makes her jump a bit tho.
@wholeads asked: except it didn’t work out that way, did it?
dwight fairfield reminds her of a funny girl with glasses, that spoke in riddles and rhymes. half of what she said didn’t quite make sense until much later and by that point thinks had hit the fan so much that it was hard to recall completely. weaver was her name. it stung in a way like nothing else did, because talking to her was like trying to see smoke in a building when it’s coming from outside through a window. it hurts, it strains your eyes and as you begin to cough --- it’s done and all you have is a visage, an idea, a haze. she shifts just slightly, her weight resting on the wall of the truck as she takes another bite of her sandwich. ❛ ain’t that half the fun? nothin’ ev’a works out the way it’s s’posed to, ❜ she almost sounds sad, almost annoyed but it reads as more apathetic than anything else. as if she’s so used to the image in her mind evaporating and the horrifying reality showing up without even a beat inbetween. sofia has to remind herself that whatever she’s feeling is temporary, life is always going on and even if it feels like hell --- wait five minutes, things can always get worse or better. or there’s this nifty little third option that she entertains now and then; the ceilings will fall and the world as they know it will end both above and below. it’s happened before, it is an ache that she doesn’t quite know how to deal with. not quite queasy, maybe it’s some sort of acid reflux. ❛ but --- if you’re here, that means things didn’t work out for you eith’a, ❜ she muses with a shrug of her shoulders. her head shakes slightly, ❛ tell ya what, i make ya some food, we share stories about our mishaps. i’ll even go first to save ya some of that good old fashioned embarrassment. you in, mr. fairfield? ❜
WHO, IN THE HOLY GHOST’S HOLIEST NUTSACK, OPENS A FOOD TRUCK ON DAY ZERO OF THE GODDAMN BRAIN MUNCHIN’ APOCALYPSE? / loved by lunie.