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Janaina Medeiros
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

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祝日 / Permanent Vacation
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Xuebing Du
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
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Love Begins

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Show & Tell
YOU ARE THE REASON
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OOC: Probably not gonna be on much this weekend. I work every day, and had some personal stuff come up. Mutuals are free to add me on disco to plot, though! Beetle#0612
One Word Writing Prompts
Send me a number 1 thru 50 for a word that I’ll use to write either a headcanon, drabble, or starter. Send 🌀 for a random number instead.
01. — first 02. — kiss 03. — final 04. — numb 05. — broken 06. — wings 07. — melody 08. — rules 09. — chocolate 10. — nostalgia 11. — heartbeat 12. — stranger 13. — confusion 14. — bitter 15. — afterlife 16. — daybreak 17. — audience 18. — endless 19. — fireworks 20. — wishing 21. — birthday 22. — tomorrow 23. — oppression 24. — agony 25. — return 26. — protection 27. — boxes 28. — hope 29. — preparation 30. — beautiful 31. — lies 32. — underneath 33. — hide 34. — diary 35. — unforeseen 36. — conditional 37. — gone 38. — clear 39. — heartache 40. — wired 41. — insanity 42. — foolish 43. — words 44. — study 45. — love 46. — skies 47. — stars 48. — lucky 49. — shake 50. — punctual
OOC: I’ve been thinking about the fact that if Evan ever did escape, he’d probably just go back to being a normal human being, and how jarring that be. Not only did the world change pretty radically in the decades since he’s been gone, but he’s spent those decades just being this hulking beast and he’ll have absolutely nothing to show for it. It’ll just be like really shitty time travel.
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name. ciaróg (beetle) age. 23 current time. 10:48 AM (at the time of filling this out) drink you last had. water mbti & moral alignment. intj & true neutral current favourite outfit. t-shirt & jeans favourite song. toy by young fathers, at the moment hogwarts house. hufflepuff in love. i love my best friends favourite colour. purple love at first sight or walk around again. walk around again middle name. i have two of them and it’s obnoxious number of siblings. 2 (sort of) favourite place in your neighbourhood. my apartment person you called last. my mom question you are asked most. am i dating my roommate tv shows. a lot. do no harm is the first that comes to mind, though last song you sang. i have no idea time you woke up. 10:45 AM worst habit. bad sleeping habits favourite food. pizza zodiac sign. aquarius
novisvenandi replied to your post: OOC: Also, I’d love some blog recs, because I’m...
follow my heckin buddies @rightdustup @hvadeina @prosesang or eLSE
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OOC: Home, and I have tomorrow off, so hit the like button if you wanna plot !!
When Evan found himself in the Suffocation Pit, he was initially excited. Twisted as it was by the Entity, it carried a level of familiarity that was one of the few comforts he had in this world. Though, the Pit had more negative emotions tied to it, he took what he could get. The comfort felt quickly faded, however, when things failed to add up.
There were no generators. No real signs of any life other than himself. Even the usually ever present crows were absent, only taking the form of distant, unreachable calls. It was an uncomfortable wake up call, a reminder of how little control he had over his life despite whatever false sense of superiority he got from chasing survivors.
Just as he was coming to terms with how small he was, Evan heard a scream. A shrill, inhuman noise unlike anything he’d heard before. It set the hairs on the back of his neck on end, and within a few heartbeats he had his cleaver in his hand, knuckles white with anticipation.
Not alone.
The words echoed in the Trapper’s mind as his eyes darted in the direction of the noise. Finding no sign of it’s source, he crouched down low, and slowly made his way in it’s direction.
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brucs:
name: ciaróg ( beetle ) nickname(s): whatever you want gender: big boy pronouns: he / him zodiac: aquarius birthday: january 25th sexuality: asexual country: america religion: agnostic hogwarts house: hufflepuff
DARK/VIOLENT STARTERS
Send me a 💀 and I’ll generate a number, 1 - 111, for what my muse will say to yours. Note that some content below the cut may be triggering.
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Send me ‘HC’ + a word and I’ll tell you a headcanon about my muse(s) based on it.
SB: Is your family from Ireland or Northern Ireland? Evan: Northern WHAT?
The Best of Gordon Ramsay Sentence Starters ! ( Contains Excessive Vulgarity ) !
❝ Get out. GET OUT! ❞
❝ Fuck off will ya, please? Yeah? ❞
❝ You’re a first-class cunt. ❞
❝ ‘Fine dining’? A fine fuckin’ mess! ❞
❝ Fuck right off. Fuck off. ❞
❝ Excuse me? Madam/Sir? Fuck me? How about fuck you. ❞
❝ A black jacket? You need a straight jacket. ❞
❝ I can’t believe just how inconsistent you are. ❞
❝ You go explain to the customer why you’re so shit, will ya? ❞
❝ ___, that’s enough. Fuck off and go put some more makeup on. ❞
❝ RAW. RAWW. RAWWW. ❞
❝ Don’t whistle at me I’m not a fucking dog, you look more like a dog than I do. ❞
❝ Today is about consistency. ___, are you consistently shit? ❞
❝ I don’t know how to wake you up anymore. You’re like a zombie! ❞
❝ You make him look fucking good. ❞
❝ Take one look at yourself in the mirror, because it’s a fucking disgrace. ❞
❝ You’re cooking a burnt pan you fucking dick! ❞
❝ You’re going to blow fire in your face you fucking donkey! ❞
❝ Leave it. Leave it! LEAVE IT! ❞
❝ You know what I want? I want you out. ❞
❝ You’re so shit you don’t realise what you do. ❞
❝ You’ve just confirmed, in my mind, that you’re not trustworthy. So fuck you. ❞
❝ You seriously surprised me. You surprised me at how shit you are. ❞
❝ I suggest you go buy a restaurant and put one table in there. Any more than that and you’d be fucked. ❞
❝ Don’t you dare. Don’t you fucking dare. ❞
❝ Listen here you fat-mouthed stupid little bitch. ❞
❝ You’re pissing around with something that isn’t working. ❞
❝ WHERE’S THE LAMB SAUCE?! ❞
❝ Crap on top of crap on top of crap on top of crap. ❞
❝ I’m about to snap with you. ❞
❝ What are we waiting on? I’m waiting on some fucking talent! ❞
❝ If I were you, I’d dig deep, touch your balls, and wake up. ❞
❝ If you don’t get out, I’ll fucking drag you out. ❞
❝ What the fuck is going on?! ❞
One thing I’ve been thinking a lot about the last few days is how the Trapper is essentially the visual opposite to the survivors. On a basic level, you have his size. He’s much taller, and muscular than the survivors. Plus, when compared to the majority he also looks far more mature / older. But the thing that interests me the most, and that got me thinking is the hooks embedded in his flesh.
With the exception of one, most of the hooks are concentrated around Trapper’s right shoulder and arm, with the majority being in his shoulder. This is interesting due to the fact that when hooked, survivors are hooked through their left shoulders. The mirror opposite. One could imagine that, when a hooked survivor looks down on the Trapper, it could almost be like looking down at some grim mirror version of themself.
OOC: Also, I'd love some blog recs, because I'm new to both the DbD rpc AND horror rpc so I feel kind of lost, haha.