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ooc. i want to roleplay but i’ve been gone for so long and i probably suck now and i’m afraid that no one will want to roleplay with me anymore.

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      Chris is hungry. But  she  is  unsure of  how  her  body will react       to the  food on  this planet.  She copied  the  DNA  of a  human girl,       so  in theory  she  should  be fine.  But she  was hesitant  to risk it.       Small hands extended to the window that displayed an assortment       of  cakes and  cookies.  Even if  she was  going to  eat  something,       she didn’t have any money to buy food.

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 i did not ask for the life that i was given,                               but it was given none the less.                 & with it,           i did my best.

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The spaces between stars are where the work of the universe is done.

                                          ☾ Home   ☾ Ask   ☾ Rules   ☾ Muses  

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FINALLY GOT AROUND TO MAKING MY FIRST FOLLOW FOREVER. anyways, this is my 3rd ( i’ve lost track kms ) time remaking my role-play blog due to losing motivation. this time around, i’ve met so many cool people and have had the opportunity to develop some new characters as well as help people develop theirs. i’m very grateful and my third year on tumblr should be coming up pretty soon, so that’s cool. onto the people.

THE MAINS:

cxishi // astralveins // danqercus // blutink-stonyism // luridae // astrumn // venhiriil // retrovertance // lamavericks // aphilophrenia // + taco but i don’t know where tf you guys are at

PEOPLE I WISH TO INTERACT WITH MORE OFTEN:

inanimatum // incrinare // wxeboy // xaethereum // dixxmeliora // dxsgusting // mxltitude // betterthxnezra // xylylene // ravcnous // yivli // diigest // warxpaiint // maliignantt // zeevxart // xaziro // wizardoms // hikxru // dxnamis // koseisora // iilllumiinate // ohitsminato // stxiic // catharticmutiny // a-maisato // cauterium // floristism // echoinghate // irrxsolute // xgalaxiisms // clxmsyspell // sadisticiism // siektaxafra // placificium // + everyone i follow tbh

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“Muu-kun is accepting applications. He needs these papers filled out before schedules a practice shoot.” One stack of papers was proof of identity, contact information, weekly schedule for availability, and what there modeling preferences/things they would not participate in were. The other, much smaller in comparison, was just current medical information. Required was to know any medications, allergies, medical conditions, and previous serious injuries. Muu just needed to know what positions would be most applicable for the young man, and what would to expect with different medical needs. After passing the paper to the stranger, he pointed to a sign that hung on his desk. “Muu-kun can only hire interns until he gets enough people to make a real magazine.”

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      After being handed the stacks of paper, Jace shifted         through them to check the headers to see what exactly         he  was  filling  out.  Most of it seemed like formalities,         which  he  had  no  problem  filling  out.  It was just the         preferences  section that  he had to  worry about.  That         was where he would have to make it known that he was,         in   fact,  a  male   and  that   he  was  comfortable  with         modeling both male and female clothing.  He knew that         he should not  assume that  everyone  would judge him,         especially  this ‘Muu-kun’ who  seemed  all too friendly         to have a judgmental bone in his body, but the fear was         still there.  After the other explained  that he would only         be hiring interns, Jace simply nodded. ❝That’s fine, an         internship will do just fine. Do you have a pen?❞  Jace         was  going  to  fill  out  the  application  there  just so it         would not  get lost  or crumpled  on his way back to his         home.  While he  was filling out the application he tried         to  make  small  talk  with  his new potential boss. ❝So,         how long have you been running this business?❞

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I can’t help falling in love with you

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Dear Soldier

Muse A picks up the address of a soldier, Muse B, stationed overseas in a local charity program. They send a care package and a letter, but don’t really expect to hear back from them. Weeks pass, they forget, and then in their mailbox they find an envelope from the soldier.

It goes from there, and sooner or later, that random soldier, becomes, to Muse A, their soldier. Letter writing leads to phone calls, phone calls lead to skype sessions, weeks folding into months. Muse B excitedly let’s Muse A know they’ll be coming home, and now they face the decision, will they meet?

Possible Twists: 

1) Muse A or Muse B is in a relationship already.

2) Muse B gets injured and is sent home, with Muse A deciding to help care for them. 

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Not the NICE one

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          The drummer wasn’t too sure what had just happened because it all happened so—fast. One second he was walking the next he was sprawled out of the floor as a car skidded to a stop behind him, and there was also someone over him now. Blinking away any sleep, he sat up a little wide eyed at the sc- ene before him. The driver of the car was now there, carefully helping the two up, but the drummer brushed him away and lo- oked at the other awkwardly, finally realizing what had happened. "I-I-I-I, thank you s-s-so much." He said to the savior, feeling a little too shell shocked to say much of anything else. What was wrong with him. He was probably just too tired and needed a bre- ak from everything. He needed to get himself together. “I-I’m sorry. A-a-a-are you okay?”

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       Jace  was  going  to  continue  scolding  the  other,  but          then  he  saw   the  gratification   and  the  concern  on  the          others  face  he  decided  it  would  be  best  not  to  yell at          him  anymore.  Taking a deep breath,  Jace  looked  down          at  his  dress  and  saw  a  tear  in  the  hemming.  Oh boy,          Jude  was  going  to  kill  him  later.  Lifting  the  torn piece          of fabric to examine it,  had this  been a  different  situation          then  this  boy would  have gotten  his head ripped off.  But          no,  Jace tried his hardest to keep his composure.  Letting          the fabric  fall back down to his knees,  the model let out a          sigh.  ❝Just a fashion injury,  no big deal.❞  Turning to the          driver  of  the  car,  he dismissed  the  repeated  apologies          and sternly said to pay more attention to him.  Then  when          he left, he turned back to the tired boy. ❝That goes for you          too. Don’t just aimlessly wonder in front of cars.❞

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      Taking  a  deep  breath  Yong  Sun  stared  at  the door         knob while  contemplating whether  or  not  he should’ve         called  before  showing  up here.  He has  been traveling         for the  past  few months  and has  little to no time to talk         with his beloved  dance partner.  He feared that Hyun Ki         would be  upset  with him.  Yong Sun  would completely         understand   if   the   person   behind   this  door  did  not         immediately want  to speak with him after leaving for so         long.  Raising  a  hand,  he  knocked  on  the  door rather         than just  pulling  out  his key  and  unlocking  it himself.         He  shifted  his weight  from  his  heels  to his  toes  and         then  back  to his  heels, looking  down at his shoes and         holding  his  breath. Then he heard the door click and he         lifted his head, seeing that adorable face that he missed         so much. ❝Hey.❞

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      Miles has been  playing  hookie  when  he  should  have         been  training the  new beta’s.  It seemed  like there  was         just a  constant  flow  of new  members  to  the  pack and         Miles  was beginning  to wonder  if they were  getting too         big.  Instead  of  doing  his  duty  and  assisting  the  new         recruits he  was hanging  out on  the edge  of a cliff.  The         wind was  strong enough  to push  a much thinner person         off the edge, but he had his  feet planted and just enjoyed         the watery breeze. Then he felt the presence of someone         behind him,  and not just any someone--  but, ❝And what         kind  of trouble  am I  in  that caused  Mr. Alpha  to come         visit   me?❞   Turning   his  head,  he   grins  as   if  he  is         completely innocent.

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fun fact: the stars in TES are a view of heaven through holes in hell.

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         ❝Well, i surely can’t control how i look; but you can           control how you act. so will you PLEASE stop touching now?!❞

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         Emilia  removed  her  hand  from  the other, but did not             pull it  towards her  body.  She kept  it only  a centimeter             or two away from the other. ❝I’m not touching you now.❞

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mxltitude

   “… Did you need something?”

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      ❝I need a lot of things, like food. Ya’ got any?❞

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