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oc multi muse/ship/verse blog.mimi, 21+. low activity.

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moved.

this blog has been officially archived. replies will be done on the new blog. if it’s your turn to reply you can still reblog+reply from this blog and i will reply on the new one

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imperfectox​:

The cut on his face definitely didn’t look like it would have been from a razor. “Shaving? No- not really. I got punched.” He said bluntly and allowed her to take a good look at it. The other guy didn’t come out of the fight as lucky as him with just a cut on her face. “Could I have drink? I really could use a drink right now.”

     an amused expression grew upon her features at his response. xochitl was no stranger to people entering her bar seemingly after a brawl or two and in need of something to calm them down. "coming right up." she said before making her way back to the other side of the bar. reaching underneath the bar, she grabbed two glasses and what seemed to be her own secret stash of whiskey and placed them on the bar, pouring them both a drink. "so what happened that someone saw fit to turn your face into target practice for their fist?"

[monagxrie]

Yall the RPC is a mess and we have got to start getting better about interacting with people. This whole ‘oh i’ll wait until they approach me’ mentality that so many of us have fallen into is literally going to be the death of the community before any update that staff wants to push out ever will. I can’t count on both hands the number of people I personally know who have left the RPC as a whole because of what they percieve as a lack of interest in their muses. I’ve been here for a decade and thing didn’t used to be this way, people could easily slide into the RPC and feel welcome.

It genuinely feels like as a whole we’ve gottens so caught up in the aesthetics of roleplaying that we’ve forgotten the purpose of the hobby. We reblog memes but there's a serious lack of actual interaction in the community.

Send asks of all sorts, it doesn’t matter if you think they’re dumb because there’s a really good chance that the mun is going to appreciate the interaction. Comment on headcanon posts because the mun will appreciate the feedback. Make dash commentaries on whatever sparks your muse’s interest.

We've got to get back to a spot where people feel like they're allowed to interact with other members of the hobby.

[midnightsummer-archive]

Ngl, I have been feeling this ever since 2017/2018. I noticed too a point came where everyone had the same type of theme, the same type of fried graphics, the same type of text editing and that's why for a while it seemed that people were more concerned with the aesthetic rather than connecting/interacting with people like we used to. Even still to this day, I feel like my blog/writing has to look a certain way in order to get people to interact with me most days. Also it unfortunately seems like people have gotten so wrapped up in their own anxiety and fears that they'll be a bother, that they don't consider that the other person may feel the same way??? Like I completely understand not wanting to reach out after bad experiences but with the amount of people on this website and in the rpc ALONE, i don’t doubt that you can find people who aren't going to treat you badly. And if you are consciously making people feel like they aren’t allowed to interact with you or if you can’t be bothered to interact with your mutuals, then I don’t know what you’re still doing here...

[msanonny]

CANDICE PATTON on Instagram 03/02/2021

[blackgirlsreverything]

@vaanessamk

[daxambcrn]

send “…didn’t know where else to go…”

for your muse to show up at my muses doorstep one night during a thunderstorm, shivering, bleeding & soaking wet.

[ruinedchildhood]

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credit goes to original owner

[nicoles1x1-blog]

i want a plot where MUSE A is a wealthy gorgeous socialite, their mother constantly setting them up with wealthy partners because she doesn’t believe her child can get a partner that she would approve of without her. but MUSE A has a best friend, MUSE B a bartender just barely getting by, whose been with MUSE A through all the heartbreak and annoyance of their mother constantly setting them up with boring dates that only talk about themselves. MUSE B has feelings for MUSE A but doesn’t feel good enough for them/ knows that their mother wouldn’t approve. more or less MUSE A starting to think and wonder why they aren’t dating MUSE B, since they’ve always been there for them and seem to actually like them for more than just their beauty and wealth

[creepish]

me picking a scenario to fall asleep to: there’s nothing good on

[staticego]

Why is “pretty boy” considered an insult like call me a pretty boy Call me a pretty boy right now I want to be the prettiest boy you’ve ever seen

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oppulcnce​:

open: f

“Woman! Get in the car before I leave and you really walk home,” there was really only so much he’d put up with and tonight was not the night. 

footsteps halted immediately at his words as juliana silently contemplated the situation at hand. a grown low in her throat and nearly stomping her foot in frustration, the young woman decided to give in, this time anyway, as she made her way back to the car. sliding in the vehicle, the brunette crossed her arms across her chest like a petulant child as she avoided eye contact with him. "... don't get smug, i didn’t want to ruin these shoes."

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grcvycrd​:

open: all (m platonic only) (30+) connection: client/friend/co-worker/fwb

“listen, at this point i would say your best bet is to settle. they have enough viable evidence against you to show you’re not exactly truthful. and, from my own personal experience, i know you like to stretch the truth.” dante sat back in his chair, taking his glasses off. 

“how’s that? i figure i could just come at them aggressively and say that to see their reaction and possibly get this case to close finally.”

"i don't know, it all sounds good, don't get me wrong but, are you sure that's going to work?" jasmine questioned as an unfamiliar feeling of uncertainty slowly washed over her. "i mean, they had enough balls to rip me off, i wouldn't be surprised if they dragged this out and made themselves seem like they were the ones who were wronged."

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writingail​:

open to: f/m/nb, but m if romantic possible connections: colleague, friend, best friend, fwb, boyfriend, neighbour

10 am on a Sunday morning was the crack of dawn for most people in the city; however, for Xyla Villanueva, 10 am meant she’d already been awake for hours. She had already taken Butters out for a walk, tidied up her apartment and answered a number of panicked emails from clients by 9:30, leaving her with zero responsibilities for the rest of the day. But considering days like this were few and far between, resuscitating her suffering social life was exactly how she wanted to spend the rest of the day.

After quickly packing her wallet, charger and other essentials into her purse, Xy darted out the door. Sunday brunch was one the best, if not the best meal of the week, allowing one to indulge in both the sweet treats of weekend breakfasts while incorporating all the delicious flavours of lunch. Upon arrival at her go-to brunch spot, she picked out a total of four dishes as well as a couple drinks to-go. Before long, Xy arrived at the front door of their home, her arms full of breakfast foods, coffee and juices and her stomach grumbling under her coat.

“Rise and shine! Get your ass out of bed, put on some pants and open your door!” Xy yelled from the other side of the door, her knuckles rapping against the wood as she juggled the mornings spoils. “I have eggs and waffles and I’m not afraid to eat them all.”

     for desiree, sunday was the one day out of the week where she made it a priority to do nothing work related for the whole day. had it not been for her friends insisting that she take a break sometime, the woman was for sure that she would've worked herself to the bone. it was a process, allowing herself to rest her mind and recharge to prepare for the upcoming week but once she finally got into the habit, it was a ritual that even her co-workers became aware of and did that often mean staying in bed until noon? absolutely. 

     in fact, that's exactly where she was, fast asleep after a particularly difficult week, until she heard the sharp knocks on her front door followed by boisterous voice. knowing exactly who it was at the door, desiree forced herself awake with a groan as she climbed out of bed and shuffled to the door. eyes still closed, the woman opened the door, her voice slightly groggy from the remnants of sleep. 

"i hope you know i'm only letting you in for the waffles." she muttered, letting xyla inside as she straggled back in.

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open to: m

muse: xochitl mendoza, a hired specialist who owns a bar as a cover

all info linked on blog *rules have been updated*

plot info in source link

unusually soft hands dabbed at the cut above his brow with a damp cloth before slowing as dark hues traveled to meet his, her gaze unwavering even as she scolded him. "you do know that what you did was... not one of your brightest moments, right?” she said. “i’ve told you before, i can take care of myself.”

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xochitl & scott

“we’re closed!” xochitl shouted as she heard the doors of her bar swing open, she could’ve swore she locked the damn thing. moving to invesitate the intrusion, she stopped at the sight of a beat up scott. a slight smirk playing along her lips. “well don’t you look like shit.” she made her way to him before reaching out to place a gentle hand under his chin to a good look at the apparent damage. “let me guess, cut yourself shaving?”

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naomi & rania

“listen, it’s literally pouring cats and dogs out and seeing as how we’re pretty much stuck in here, we might as well get tanked and sleep it all off until the storm’s over. also you can’t leave me to drink alone, that’s too sad even for me.”