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Alisa U Zemlji Chuda

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Janaina Medeiros

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Monterey Bay Aquarium

JBB: An Artblog!
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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Stranger Things

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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

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@houseofvariety
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Let me be clear:
dropping a thread doesn’t mean that there won’t be any more future communications between our muses. It just means that I lost interest in a thread I once had muse for. Do not take it personally, it is never a mun attack, and truthfully, I feel very sorry that I have to do so. It doesn’t mean that I will never talk to you again, nor does it mean that I dislike your roleplaying. In fact, I’m more than open to starting a new thread or a new plot, and I highly encourage it. Jump back in my askbox when you can, and we’ll talk.
Saying I’ll roleplay with anyone is not always unconditional. I am potentially willing to roleplay with anyone, but if a person’s writing is just absolutely atrocious, or their muse is poorly put together (like a Mary Sue) I will most likely not roleplay with them. I get nervous anytime I mention my flexibility or post for opens and starters because people like that are always the first to come forth.
"Well then you should know that I am being dishonest. However, I feel very sorry for it and I think you’re incredibly attractive." He mused, with a charming smile. It was a nice save, if he did say so himself.
She couldn't help blushing a little and quickly chastised herself for it. Must be the eyes. Shaking her head, Marina smirked and chuckled. "Hm, well you're just lucky you're cute," she muttered, setting the bat down by the stairs. "What is it you were planning on taking?" Her arms crossed over her chest as a brow arched inquisitively.
IT’S OKAY TO REPLY TO MY OPENS EVEN IF WE HAVE A THREAD GOING
IT’S OKAY TO REPLY TO MY OPENS EVEN IF WE HAVE A THREAD GOING
IT’S OKAY TO REPLY TO MY OPENS EVEN IF WE HAVE A THREAD GOING
IT’S OKAY TO REPLY TO MY OPENS EVEN IF WE HAVE A THREAD GOING
IT’S OKAY TO REPLY TO MY OPENS EVEN IF WE HAVE A THREAD GOING
IT’S OKAY TO REPLY TO MY OPENS EVEN IF WE HAVE A THREAD GOING
IT’S OKAY TO REPLY TO MY OPENS EVEN IF WE HAVE A THREAD GOING
Flynn turned around quickly at the sound of someone behind him. He thought for sure no one was home, but obviously he was wrong. “Oh uh-” His brown eyes darted between hers and her bat anxiously. “I was just admiring your place. It’s very nice if I do say so myself.”
"Well, I sure would hope that you aren't lying to me," she said with a sigh. Her hand lifted the bat and rested it on her shoulder as her eyes lifted to his innocently. "I mean...considering we do have a doorbell and it's quite easy for me to tell when one is being dishonest."
mermaidsfinest
It seemed none of Marina's luck was working these past couple of days. Not only did her attacker run free on bail, but now she'd been dropped in some strange world. It was lucky enough she spoke the language, but she didn't have any of the world's currency.
"Sorry," she mumbled as she bumped into a woman. She'd have to figure out where to sleep for the night. And food, once she got hungry.
strikingly-handsome-thief
"Um...what are you doing? And how did you get in my house?" An aluminum bat was in one hand, while the other hand planted itself firmly on her hip. While Alice may be kinder, Marina didn't take kindly to intruders.
"Ah.. Yes." She nodded. How was she supposed to tell this girl her witch hunt had brought her here? Well, the witch’s tracks have disappeared anyway. "I’m sorry for intruding. I was trying to find something, and ended up here."
"It's perfectly fine," she assured her with a smile, grinning. "Guests are always fun, invited or not." Moving to the edge of the bed, she leaned back on her hands. "Would you like help finding what you're looking for?"
”Yes it is my natural hair color” Natsu smile softly.
"How curious." She didn't ask permission as she reached out and gently rubbed a strand of hair between her fingers. She believed him, of course, but she wanted to feel for herself. "I'm Alice," she murmured, lowering her hand and looking at him after speaking, smiling a little.
"Ah, here too." She smiled at the girl "Not only my name, yours too" She said while waving her hands in front of her face.
"Thank you." She laughed softly and tilted her head to the side. "What brings you to the city?" She seemed rather young to be wandering around alone, but Evangeline wasn't one to judge.
yuganatoris
"Oh, hi there." Alice pulled her headphones from her head and let them drop around her neck as she sat up. "How did you get in here? Was the front door unlocked?" There was no bite or suspicion to her voice. She just seemed genuinely curious.
Good lord, it's nearly four am?? I am in dire need of sleep.
If you're tagged, means you're in my drafts =D night all!
Kotori looked at the stranger that waved at her. “Hello.” She bowed slightly before continuing “I’m Kotori.”
"It's a pleasure to meet you Kotori!" The smile widened into a grin. "That's a lovely name, by the way."
needlebluelight
"Hi," Evangeline waved at the stranger, smiling in the friendliest way she could. "I'm Lina."
She was in a daze, unaware of her surroundings, until someone spoke to her. She immediately spun around and smiled, “O-Oh! Hi! Sorry…”
Damn. It wasn't her that spoke to Marina. Who was it, then? "You're fine. You look kind of out of it...are you okay?" Her eyes narrowed as they flickered over the woman's face.
"I hate people." She traced the light scar along her neck absentmindedly. Marina could still feel the blade pressed against her throat and was forced to submerge herself to stop thinking about it. Bubbles rose as she exhaled underwater.
It certainly was not the nymph's kinda night.