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i’ll be on and off here tonight!! aka i’ll be in everyone’s inbox (if you’ve posted any of those inbox meme things that is, since it’s the easiest/laziest way for me to ask to rp) and i’ll be making a new blog!! lmao yes you may call bull shit. but it’s 1am and i really want to make a disney blog. anyway if you like this post it’s a sure fire way for me to invade your inbox.
ROAST HER ASS
I don’t like calling people/roleplay out, it’s definitely not my job but there’s a level of that I can handle and Lord almighty whitesonlyrpg has crossed that line. I don’t know what’s worse the “I’m not racist because I have black friends” line, relating Zayn and bin laden, or “he looks” white. I didn’t even realize it said black people are slaves in Africa, I just read black people are slaves, and for your information white people invaded Mexico first while we’re at it. I just, it’s terrible. Having black friends doesn’t stop you from being racist and whether or not you realize it, what you’re doing is racist. Besides the fact that someone actually made this, let’s not forget that people are actually joining this too…
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❝The EYES of the QUEEN sting without HESITATION❞
Would you be able to recommend any OCs that aren't too intimidating to talk to? Many thanks!
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if there’s something i love more than hideyoshi it’s probably some great ocs because people put so much work into them && it’s awful how they never get enough love– if they’re too intimidating for you then i’m sorry bc i’m honestly afraid of like everyone pls forgive me. this is in no order of course !!!
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send me a word! || learn all about my muse's physical features!
[hair]: length, colour, texture, whether it grows quickly or slowly, how manageable it is, whether it requires lots of styling, do they leave stray hairs everywhere, is it present on their face, is it present on the rest of their body, etc.
[eyes]: not just the colour, but the shape, the length of their eyelashes, whether they're alert or usually half-closed, large or small, sunken into the face, ringed by bags, etc.
[mouth]: are their lips always drawn thin or are they plump and kissable, what's their "default expression"/resting face, do they have all their own teeth, do they use their teeth to smile, etc.
[face]: what is the shape of their face, do they have pronounced cheekbones or a strong jaw, what's the size and shape of their nose, what's the size and shape of their ears, do they stick out, are they pointed, etc.
[skin]: obviously colour, but also if they're inclined to run hot or cold, do they have any blemishes or unusual markings, are they inclined to blush, are they freckled, do they tan, what does their skin feel like, etc.
[build]: are they skinny and petite or do they resemble a body builder, are they tall or short or average height, are they lean and wiry, are they overweight, are all of their features proportionate, etc.
[chest]: (potentially nsfw) what size are their breasts if they have them, nipple colour and shape and size, do they have visible muscle definition/abs, etc.
[groin]: (potentially nsfw) any information pertaining to genitals - length, girth, shape, colour, "unusual features," also includes the rear and its general appearance, etc.
[hands]: are they large or small, do they have pianist's fingers or short stubby ones, do they tend to get sweaty or are they always dry, is the skin rough or delicate, are the nails painted or chewed or sharp, etc.
[legs]: are they solidly built, short and stubby, or long and graceful, do they have knobbly knees or rounded knees, what's their gait, etc.
[feet]: do they have a habit of going up on their tiptoes, what's their usual stance, do they tend to shift their weight to a preferred side, etc.
[other]: any other obscure feature or tiny detail that the asker is interested in, could include fantastical elements such as a tail, wings, horns, must be stated by asker, etc.
Korra eyes him for a moment, before letting go of her irritation towards his words. In all actuality, she couldn’t care less about being a Princess; her sense of duty comes naturally in regards to her people, with her hailing from the water tribe.
“I’d take the profound respect and recognition that the royals get, any day. Most of the time, it feels like everyone’s my critic and no one’s on my side.”
She glances away, mentally listing off all the times she’s been boo’ed at the podium, banned from cities, spit at, and devalued. But then she exhales, shakes the bitterness off for another time - like when she’s alone with Naga -and looks to him, again.
“Hey! Aren’t you a probender?”
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Naturally, an argument was set on the tip of his tongue in regards to the Princess versus Avatar shabang. Something along the lines of how neither were walks in the park, but at least with being the Avatar there was the freedom of roaming outside your royal spectrum, something like that. The thought quickly faded however; the subject was now put to him.
Better being known as a probender than an illegal street fighting gambler.
“Yeah, captain of the Buzzard Wasps, why?”
my muse is who they are. i will not change them for anything. thank.
{ i have been broken; more times than i dare to coυɴт. but i FIX myself, & i get on with the job. }
☾ cute character questions ☽
the basics:
Name: Jin Yu. Age: 19. Zodiac sign: Virgo. One good trait: Ambitious. One bad trait: Cocky.
habits:
One bad habit: Puts himself first. One good habit: Not afraid to take risks. One habit they can’t break: Being insensitive. One they’ve broken: Being a good teammate, as opposed to being a good soldier. What they’re afraid of: Failure.
family:
Their parents names: Mr and Mrs Ackerman; Grisha and Carla Yeager. Their siblings names: N/A. Favorite childhood memory: From time to time, Jin would wander out to the woods and there he would find that flowers still bloomed. More notably, roses still bloomed. They were small motifs of hope in his childhood brain, showing that even through distress the world still kept hold to its beauty. Favorite childhood toy: Not necessarily a toy, but a notebook he hid stole from his dad. Presumably it was his mother’s, because now thinking over ti at his older age the handwriting is feminine. In it was stored a few rather depressing poems written in what he now knows to be Mandarin Chinese, along with a few dries up flowers and drawings of the world she found. Had his mother not killed herself, he would have loved to be told the meanings behind these pages, instead however he now holds both her notebook and his own to collect similar thoughts. Embarrassing story: As a child, a story he strongly recollects from his father (one of the only ones ever told in regards to his mother) was that when born, his mother developed a fondness for his hair. Since hearing that, he became attached to it, both maintaining it and refusing to cut it. Favorite family member: His mother, though she is also his least favorite at the same time.
what they prefer:
Coffee or tea?: Tea. Showering in the day or night?: Morning. Taking baths or taking showers?: Baths. Writing or reading?: Writing. Platonic or romantic love?: Neither. Iced tea or lemonade?: Lemonade. Ice cream or smoothies?: Smoothies. Cupcakes or cake?: Cakes. Beach or mountains?: Mountains.
favorites:
Song: A melancholic piano tune. Outfit: Loose fitted v neck shirt (there are too many restrictions with button downs) and slim fitting pants. Memory: His father sending hhim a cake while he was out abroad from training on his birthday. It was envied, though he made no hesitations to eat it upon receiving it. He cherished every bite in front of the other trainees, and was for once comfortable in the new setting. Person: His father.
“I mean, technically, I’m a Princess but—wait—
…what do you mean you ‘didn’t expect someone of my type’?”
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“Don’t read too much into it. I just think being a princess would suck,”
“I mean come on, there’s way better titles out there. And you already have what’s practically the best one.”
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he doesn’t look familiar, but the faces in her memory are starting to blue together these days. if she didn’t tuck his identity away in her mind for later use, he wasn’t important anyways. but here he stood, in front of her on the street, blocking her path with an odd look on his face. his jacket bore the insignia of the survey corps, the unit she wasn’t completely unfamiliar with. she preferred to keep away from those people, though, so she didn’t form some sort of empathy for them – empathy that might put a rock in her path. ❝ Wanna get out of my way ? ❞ she asked, placing a hand on her hip in wait of a response.
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It was safe to assume she was talking to him: the street was barren of many other contenders. With that being said: there was plenty of room for her to walk around. He hadn’t even given her so much as a second glance (the first he gave due to her blocking the light, and the odd look given coming from his squinting) upon her request, and stood where he was, fingers thumbing through the small booklet he found earlier.
Had he a need to be petty, he would have said that she was in fact in his way. There was little need for that, however.
For a brief second, he tried to muster up the other’s name, Anna, Anné, something to that extent. He had never had the chance to meet her personally, and with this being the first words said to him, he didn’t plan to. With a nod of his head he motioned to the side of him that was clear for walkway.
“Not necessarily.”
She eyed the paper carefully, all the while listening to Jin’s words, trying to see if she could figure out what he meant. Brows furrowed in concentration as she leaned forward, hand raising to scratch an earlobe before going to rest against her cheek. She tapped the pencil against the desk, teeth gently biting into her bottom lip, gazing at the circled numbers, trying to remember any formulas they’ve taken notes over. Her eyes traveled down to her lap for a second, where her notebook rested, looking over a few examples from yesterday, then brightened up slightly as she recognized a pattern.
Erin flipped the pencil in hand to the ballpoint, lead scratching over paper as she wrote down a single formula. ❝ Would it be this one? And then I just plug in the numbers in, right? ❞
The girl looked up, her own shade of grey meeting the other’s in a sort of hopeful way, waiting to see if she got it right or not. She then looked back down, lips slightly pouted as she looked at the problem again. ❝ Which number goes where again? They never really explained that part. ❞
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Close.
He’d give her that.
A hand slowly made it’s way towards his hair to adjust a lock of hair before realizing it had already been tucked back. With that, his thumb traveled further down to take hold of his chin as his brow furrowed. At this point, it was probably safe to just give her the formula. He nodded a little at her response finally, biting at his lip slightly before starting,
“Well, that’s kind of the opposite formula, but that was a good shot. You’d use that one if you had everything but what you have already, if that makes any sense.” He tapped at the already circled numbers and added,
“See we already have these, and so we’d plug them into this formula... Whereas with this one,” He motioned toward a problem that hadn’t been circled, “We’d use the one you chose. At least try to understand those two types of problems, that way it’s less of a hassle trying to figure out the other ones.”
Jin then wrote above her written formula a similar one and labeled each. A and B over this and that to equal that, and vice versa. He then labeled the circled equations to match so their labels matched up with the formulas. As to prevent any confusion, he made sure his handwriting was absolutely perfect, partially to make up for his somewhat unclear explanations. The notes he made were clear as day, and he only went on muttering a few words as he finished.
“Is that a little better?”