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❝ What, this? This is nothing. This is... this is AN ECHO. It's just a REMINDER of something in the past. I'll wear A THOUSAND of these to catch that guy. ❞

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ssssso... is there anyone around here anymore? Do cool kids keep writing/roleplaying in Tumblr? What about cool 30-somethings? :')

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PSA - on trying to get back on track w/ writing!

HEYO!!! how are you guys???? i hope everybody’s doing well!

so... i know i’m always around from time to time only because i suck, butttt i have been trying to get back my muse and, although so far it’s not working very much, i thought maybe trying to get back to tumblr and “force” myself to write a little every day on here would help. 

the thing is:

- i’m pretty rusty when it comes to mike (i haven’t written him in forever and i remember lately i used to hate the way i portrayed it, so i’ve decided i won’t be getting into many graceland-related plots for the time being. i probably need a rewatch or something, and i feel like writing something brand new (although i don’t have the time nor the means to actually create a new character from scratch right now - i don’t even have PS right now lol oh well), so i’ll mostly be exploring different dynamics with people that are willing to do it and stuff like that

- i also have no icons lol. i changed my laptop and left my old one (with all the icons, edits, etc) in Barcelona but i’m quarantined at home right now so i won’t be using icons for a while at least (or perhaps i’ll try to retrieve my old ones... if i remember that web where i used to store them... lol i am SO BAD at this). bear with me on this, please!

- i also need to change my theme and pages because i’ve noticed they don’t work properly. i won’t be making any major changes because i don’t have PS in this new laptop yet (nor time to work on something super elaborate, as i said), but i’ll fix this as soon as i can so that everybody can navigate through my pages properly :( sorry about that, too

so that’s p much about it i think... this being said... does anyone want to chat/plot/help me spark my muse again/whatever??? anyone???? come talk to me or reply to this post and i will love and cherish you forever <3 <3 <3 <3

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hello y’all! how is everyone doing? i hope you’re all safe, at home and taking good care of yourselves. i’ve been home for the past three weeks and, although the situation here in spain is sadly quite terrible, me and my family are fortunately doing well - we’re all healthy :)

i miss you all! <3

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how do you do it when you wanna write stuff but you don’t wanna post starters bc

a) every time you post a starter call, you get too many likes and then you always end up not writing all the starters you should be writing b) most times the starters you post go unnoticed/get no replies 

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bescme‌:

open to m/f (25+) connection: date (maybe first or second time they’ve gone out, they can either know about her daughter or not, she’s like 3)

Her eyes glanced down towards her phone when she heard the device buzz against the table. She flashed an apologetic smile at her date before picking up her phone to see a text from her sitter. Her smile faded into a frown when she read the message. Xiomara lifted her gaze back to her date, frown still in place. “I’m so sorry, but I have to get home.” She hated having to end the date so soon, especially since the other had been so generous to bring her to a nice restaurant. “My sitter is about to bail on me.” She flagged down a waiter. “Can we get the check, please?”

There had been a constant thought running through Mike’s head for the past few hours: “I can’t do dating.” Especially not through dating apps. Call him old-fashioned -- or simply old -- but he had kind of forgotten how to get into the whole dating scenario... and yet. here he was. Partly to get his roommates, who apparently were hyper obsessed with him getting laid, to shut up, but also because there was something in this girl’s profile that caught his attention from the beginning. She could be faking it, of course, but who was he to judge her? He wasn’t certainly preparing to be a lawyer like he had made her believe. 

Still, it looked like they had managed to find chemistry from nearly the beginning and their conversation had been flowing nonstop. At least, until now -- the noise from her cellphone interrupted them and, all of a sudden, it was all over. “Oh, sorry, that’s shitty---” Wait. “Did you say ‘sitter’?” He added, watching as the waiter approached them with the check and rushing to get his wallet from his pocket. “Oh, um. I didn’t know--” No. He couldn’t judge her. And most importantly, he couldn’t ask many questions, or else she might start just doing the same thing and he wasn’t sure for how long he could keep up this travesty.

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HEEEEEYOOOOOOOO

so it’s been a rough start of the year. i’m in the process of moving to a different apartment (still in barcelona and still struggling with money but HEY i’m living the life in a beautiful city and doing what i most love -- translating -- so that’s something i guess), my grandma passed away a month ago and it’s been... yeah, kind of a rough time for me. i wanted to be around again and i’ve been missing writing so much but it’s just been so hectic and my mood hasn’t been the best, so yeah.

anyway -- i’m here now!! i need to work for a little while (ah yes the sweet life of a freelancer working on a saturday) but let’s do things??? maybe??? perhaps???

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colorful headcanons.

[johnnydfindsyou-deactivated2020]

( send me a copic color for a headcanon )

frost blue: does your muse enjoy the snow and cold? or are they the type to enjoy summer more?

peacock blue: is your muse honest? what sorts of lies do they tell, if not?

lapis lazuli: does your muse prefer the idea of exploring the depths of the oceans, or the boundless expanses of space more?

reddish brass: how likely is your muse to step up and take the role of a leader? are they willing to take the challenge, or are they more apt to being a follower?

burnt umber: how stable is your muse, mentally and/or emotionally?

champagne: does your muse drink (alcohol)? are they a heavy drinker, if so?

tea orange: what is something that your muse is fascinated with?

malachite: has your muse ever done anything that they winded up feeling incredibly guilty for in the end?

olive: is your muse prone to feeling envious of others? if yes, what is it that they typically feel envious over?

vermillion: is your muse courageous, or would they consider themselves to be more of a coward?

coral: what is your muse’s romantic and sexual orientations?

bougainvillaea: would your muse consider themselves as blunt, or do they beat around the bush instead?

currant: what’s something that absolutely disgusts your muse (can be a person, place, thing, ect)?

crimson: how passionate is your muse about the things they love most?

raspberry: what food and/or drink can your muse not get enough of? do they indulge in it often, or is it something reserved for special occasions?

baby blossoms: does your muse have a favorite scent? what is it, and why?

mallow: what sorts of things might remind your muse of those close to them? any scents, objects, sounds?

aubergine: does your muse prefer the day, or are they more of a night-owl?

acacia: how much does it take for your muse to hate someone?

cadmium yellow: what subjects or topics does your muse avoid, because they bring up harmful / painful memories?

honey: when your muse loves someone (whether it be romantic, platonic, or familial love), how do they show it?

chartreuse: if you had to describe your muse with a color, what color would it be and why?

anise: when it comes to self-care, what does your muse do to take care of themselves? do they take care to spend time on it, or do they feel they don’t deserve it?

new leaf: what message would your muse send to their past self, if any?

moss: how easily does your muse adapt to any new situations they’re thrust into?

silk: does your muse care about appearances much? do they spend a lot of time on their own appearance, or do they just go with the flow each day?

sanguine: does your muse typically have an optimistic, pessimistic, or some middle ground outlook on life?

atoll: if your muse could go anywhere, without any restrictions whatsoever, where would they go? why would they go there?

cool grey: if your muse could ensure one thing for certain in their future to come, what would it be?

black: does your muse have a ‘bucket list?’ list some things your muse wants to accomplish before they die.

[justechoes]

k so I ACTUALLY WROTE SOMETHING. YAY!!! but now i’m going to get in bed because it’s nearly 3 AM and i have to work tomorrow :c 

hopefully i’ll find some time to keep writing the starters i owe (and perhaps replies, if there are any) tomorrow! in the meantime, here’s my memes tag to keep the inspiration flowing, and my IMs (and discord -- justechoes#9950) are open for any plotting purposes or just to chat!

good night y’all!! <333

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@absinclair​ liked for a starter

When people said it’s a small world, Mike was pretty sure they didn’t mean it as literally as this.

It had only been a few weeks since he had been back in DC, he was still adjusting to everything -- the city, the cold, his new duties behind a desk, the traffic -- and, right when he was out from work and getting back home in the car, he had seen her. 

At first, he caught a glimpse of her eyes through the rearview mirror. He suddenly got vivid flashes of her face in his head but quickly shrugged off the mere thought of her because it just couldn’t be possible. However, a red light made him have to stop the car only to see her walking past him down the street. 

It really was her.

“Hey, Abby!” he exclaimed before he could even react or think about what to do or say. Shit. His car was still running and it wasn’t like he could just get out of it and run to her. That kind of crap looked wonderful in the movies, but this was real life and as much as he was a police agent, he wasn’t the kind of man to abuse his own power.

She spotted him almost instantly after he shouted her name, fortunately, and he waved at her before quickly glancing at the --still-- red light. “Either get in the car or wait for me to park, but I’m not gonna let you go like this,” he finally added, hoping his friendly grin would make him look more convincing.

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@saintsandsiinners​​ liked for a starter

“Open it.”

In all honesty, Mike couldn’t blame her for looking so confused as he showed up in her place without a warning and carrying a red bag, only to ask her to open it. It wasn’t her birthday, it wasn’t Christmas and it wasn’t a special date -- they were telling themselves what they had was completely casual, so they weren’t really keeping track of any particular dates.

“Come on. It’s not gonna bite. Though I may,” he teased with a playful grin, then he nodded towards the bag that he had placed on the table. “Look, it’s nothing -- just a little something I found and made me think of you, so I thought I’d get it for you.”

Yeah, he really thought Ade would love the lingerie set he had gotten for her along with the handcuffs and the couple toys he picked especially for her... but the truth was this was a gift he would probably enjoy just as much as she would, if not more, because his mind was already racing with just the image of her wearing that set. 

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@carelessgraces​ liked for a starter

Oddly enough, Mike had grown to enjoy doctor’s appointments. He would normally hate hospitals and the fact that he had been literally dead for several minutes didn’t help the cause, but the person assigned to take care of him was someone he had become... rather fond of, to say the least. 

And there she was, with glowing eyes and a radiant, slightly nervous smile as soon as she saw him sitting on the bed. Astoria closed the door behind her and he smiled back at her when their looks crossed again. It hadn’t been that long since they met for the last time -- only, the last time had been at her place. And while he preferred her bed over the hospital’s, he was still happy to have her around. She had been the only one keeping him from going completely nuts ever since everything happened.

“Should I take off my shirt?” he finally spoke up -- in an ever teasing tone -- before she even had time to say anything. “For examination, y’know. Or is it too soon?”

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Nonverbal RP Starters

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plotbunnie‌:

I’m finding it difficult to find memes for nonverbal characters ( be they mute, or just not fond of talking ) so I thought I’d make a few!

Neutral

☝️ Tap my muse on the shoulder

👉 Point to something for my muse to see

🤙 Bump into my muse

😊 Sit down next to my muse

🤨 Sit down across from my muse

📓 Push/Slide [an object] across a table to my muse

✍️ Pass my muse a note

🙄 Roll their eyes at my muse

🚪 Tap on a table/door/wall/chair to get my muse’s attention without speaking

Aggressive

🐺 Growl at my muse

😬 Snarl/show teeth at my muse

😠 Death Glare at my muse

🙌 Push/Shove my muse

👊 Punch my muse

👖 Kick my muse in the shin

👠 Stomp on my muse’s foot

😵 Knee my muse in the gut

💀 Knee my muse in the groin

🔪 Point a weapon at my muse

🖕 Flip my muse the bird/a similar gesture

👔 Roughly pull my muse down by the collar

💢 Bang on a door/wall/table to get my muse’s attention- angrily

Angst

👩‍⚕️ Put pressure on my muse’s wound

🌡 Push my muse down to give them medical attention

🥣 Bring my muse soup/medicine when they are sick

🤢 Hold my muse’s hair back/Rub my muse’s back while they are sick/throwing up

👐 Hold my muse when they are badly wounded/dying

👁 Wake my muse up during a nightmare

🐱 Hold my muse after a nightmare

😭 Hold my muse when they are crying

😢Touch my muse’s shoulder while they are crying in secret

💧 Wipe away my muse’s tears

💥 Try to calm my muse during an overwhelming emotional moment

⛈ Find my muse after some kind of trauma

Soft

👕 Tug on my muse’s sleeve/shirt/skirt

🐈 Lean against my muse’s side

🤝 Hold my muse’s hand

🤗 Pull my muse into a hug

🐕 Rest their head on my muse’s shoulder/knee

🐶 Nuzzle my muse with their nose [specify a location]

✋ Touch the back of my muse’s hand

🤝 Reach for my muse’s hand to hold it

👗 Fix/Straighten my muse’s clothes

😴 Stand by the bed to see if my muse will let you under the covers with them

🛌 Crawl under the covers with my muse

🥪 Set a plate/tray/bowl of food down for my muse

😚 Kiss my muse on the cheek

Playful

🌸 Put a flower in my muse’s hair

✨ Playfully shove my muse’s shoulder

💃 Pull my muse onto a dance floor/up to dance

🤞 Come up beside them and tap the shoulder opposite where they’re standing

😈 Jump out of the shadows to scare/startle my muse

😛 Stick their tongue out at my muse

😱 Make a silly face at my muse

🤭 Tickle my muse

👃 Poke my muse’s nose

💪 Pick my muse up

Sensual/Sexual

💘 Pull my muse in for a rough kiss

💕 Pull my muse in for a tender kiss

💞 Pull my muse in for a messy/desperate kiss

💖 Lean in to give my muse a sweet/chaste kiss

❤️ Lean in to give my muse a tender kiss

🔥 Pull my muse down by the collar/by their clothes - in a sexy way

😉 Pull my muse in by the hips

😲 Smack my muse’s butt

💋 Kiss my muse’s neck

👌 Push my muse down and give them a massage

👙 Pull [an article of clothing] off my muse

👀 Push my muse down on the bed

👄 Pull my muse onto the bed

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“THANK GOD FOR SAVIOR COMPLEXES.” Independent, selective roleplay account for USA Graceland’s Mike Warren. Est. July 2013. Written by Raquel, +21. NSFW and triggering content bound to happen, enter at your own risk. Multiverse & multiship. OC & AU friendly. Formerly echoedmistakes.

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@watcrmclonsugar​ liked for a starter

This year, Mike had come to a clear conclusion: he hated Secret Santa. Or maybe he just hated the fact that he now had to buy a gift for the grumpiest roommate he had come across. For some unknown reason, after some heavy thinking, he found himself walking in a small book shop. Did Jake even read? How could he know? They hadn’t really spoken that much, and most of the time it was just the other man teasing him about how he lacked experience in the field or something like that. 

With a sigh of resignation, Mike started looking around quietly, hoping to find something that would be suitable for the other agent. Perhaps a self-help book, he thought to himself, and that brought a small grin to his face.

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@erroda​​ liked for a starter

This place was hot as hell but, fortunately, Mike’s beer was still pretty cold and felt good as it went down his throat. Things at Graceland were normally crazy; it wasn’t that often that he had time to be alone and had a drink all by himself and with his own thoughts, so whenever he had the chance to do such a thing, he cherished those moments.

This time, he had even decided to avoid going to the Drop, where he and the rest of the agents went whenever they wanted to chill, celebrate something or simply have a drink. He had a strange urge for new faces, so he strolled down the streets of which had been his town for the past few years and only stopped at a random bar whose music had caught his attention. It was only when he walked in that he realized that it was actually live music, and that -- along with the sweet voice of the female singer -- made him stay.

He finished his beer with one long chug and put it down just as he watched the singer approaching the bar, and it took him a good few seconds to be aware that he had been staring at her with his mouth half open. “Uh--” he mumbled clumsily, then cleared his throat. “You were amazing up there. God, I’m sorry. I’m sure you get that a lot, you must be exhausted of this kind of comments...”

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@peaceific​​ liked for a starter

“Yes. Yeah... Mhmm. Got it. Baby Yoda and PAW Patrol, it is. Okay, yeah. Gotta go. Thanks.”

As he put his cellphone back in his pocket, Mike rolled his eyes in a very subtle way that most certainly went unnoticed for the other man. “Sorry, dude. Christmas shopping is exhausting, especially when you have to deal with, like, eighty percent of it and you have a bunch of young cousins whose taste changes pretty much every week,” he explained with a tiny shrug. “Anyway, you were saying?”