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Take my hand, we’ll make I swear.

#reblog;#radio;#queue;

occasionalrpmemes

questions for the mun, regarding the muse.

What makes you the most emotional about your muse?

What made you decide to write this muse?

If you could change one event in your muse’s life (in their main or canon verse), what would you change?

If you could tell your muse one thing, what would you tell them?

If you could give your muse one gift, what would you give them?

If you had to take one positive thing away from your muse, what would you take away?

If you could “borrow” one aspect of your muse and apply it to yourself or your own life, what would you borrow?

Do you genuinely want your muse to be happy? What do you think would make them most happy in life?

Do you enjoy putting your muse through angst? What do you think would break their heart the most?

What do you love about your muse?

What do you hate about your muse?

What about your muse amuses you?

What about your muse makes you sad?

How would you describe your muse to someone about to meet them, in person, for the first time?

Would you like your muse as a person if you met them in real life?

In what ways are you better than your muse? In what ways are they better than you?

Why do you think you connect to your muse?

What aspect of your muse’s personality is most important to you? What aspect of your muse’s personality do you think is most important to them? Is it the same? Why or why not?

If you had to judge your muse and sentence them to a “fair” fate, what would your judgement be? Would you punish them? Reward them? How?

[come up with your own question for the mun, regarding the muse]

#reblog;#ask memes;

platonicrpmemes

Send “You looked like you needed one” to give my muse a hug.

Or “I needed that” for my muse to give one to yours.

#reblog;#ask memes;

stolensongs:

IN THE SEEMINGLY endless expanse of years that Héctor Rivera had spent here in the Land of the Dead, he’d slowly begun to realize that he had a bit of a talent for ending up in the wrong place at the wrong time. While he did have a reputation for being something of a TROUBLEMAKER ( that’s what happens when you’re a desperate fool at the end of his rope, he supposed ) he didn’t go looking for fights that he knew he couldn’t feasibly win. Being a skeleton — and not a particularly STURDY one, at that — didn’t lend itself well to any situation that he couldn’t escape by talking himself out of it.

FOR INSTANCE, THIS confrontation in particular.

HÉCTOR REELED BACK, not even bothering to conceal his shock. Not only had he never seen this person before in his life — reason enough to be concerned by such a sudden burst of emotion from this stranger — but this person also happened to be very much ALIVE. ( As far as Héctor could tell, anyway; he didn’t know of many spirits who looked like that. ) It seemed to take either of them an eternity to decide which course of action to take; he could tell that both of them were likely thinking the same thing, trying to drink in how BIZARRE it was to be facing each other at all.

❝ WHOA WHOA WHOA — slow down there, tipo, ❞ stammered Héctor at last, in what he hoped was a placating voice. He took great care to keep his eyes trained on the stranger as closely as possible as he added, ❝ That how you usually greet someone when you TRESPASS in their home? If that’s the case, then no wonder you’re so defensive. I’m sure you’ve seen a lot of FIGHTS in your day, eh? ❞

ONLY NOW DID some of the tension fall from Héctor’s bones. Where moments ago he had seemed tight and recoiled within himself, almost fearful, now he relaxed, looking much more like his usual self. Straightening his hat, which in his surprise had gone slightly askew, he said, ❝ Listen — I’m the last guy who needs to get into any more trouble around here, okay? I’ve gotta play nice and lie low until Día de Muertos if I want a chance to cross over this year. So if a — a BRAWL is what you’re looking for, maybe go find someone else. ❞ A pause, then his bravery wavered and he tacked on quickly, ❝¿Por favor? ❞

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, I ain’t gonna fight you!” Jounouchi scratched his neck sheepishly, before muttering under his breath. “Least I don’t wanna.”

“Sorry. Didn’t mean to intrude. Ya got a nice place.” Okay, that was a downright lie but who could blame him? The place looked like shit. “I don’t know how the heck I got here,” he insisted though with a sheepish shrug. The skeleton man seemed... friendly at least, which shouldn’t surprise him given the cheerful environment he’d been dropped in. Still. It was a dead guy... he could eat his brains out--- No. Time to think positive.

Realizing his Duel Disk was still strapped across his arm, an idea dawned on him. If he was dead again, maybe he could use it to his advantage. There always seemed to be something mystical about his trips to the afterlife; with monsters, magical destinies, and battles. “I got a feeling I ain’t supposed to be here, and I gotta get out.” He took a look at his deck and drew a card, blinding summoning it. And much to his surprise, four fluffy scapegoats did appear in a flash of light. He couldn’t believe it worked! That was lucky.

He beamed brightly at them before letting them tackle him to the ground with a fierce hug.

#stolensongs #v; duelist #threads;#coco spoilers //#( i'm just gonna assume jou can use his deck and summon duel monsters tbh )#( because magic lmao )#( he summoned the scapegoat card btw! )

Waiting to see if he screws up something.

Waiting to kick his ass if he starts shit.

#asks;#ic;#( lmao kaiba )#sethokai

@sethokai liked for a starter

“Say... how often does, uh, Kaiba Corp take on interns?” Not that Kaiba himself would hire him, but it couldn’t hurt to try.

#sethokai #v; duelist #starter;#threads;#( if you wanna plot something i'm game! )#( and here's jou a poor starving artist who wants a cool job )#( relatable )

nobxlitas:

@luckbased

“you know, i’ve noticed your deck is filled with cards that are pure gambling. so i’m just here thinking, you could probably win big bucks if you actually go to a casino and try your luck at the slots.”

"Yeaaaaaah, there’s a reason I ain’t doing that, you know?” He gave the other a pointed look. “Just got my ass out of debt.”

#nobxlitas #starter;#threads;#v; duelist #( sorry for the slowness! ty for the starter though)

@stolensongs

Jounouchi’s been to the other side before.

Through a shadow game or two and mostly against his will. He had the tendency to thrust himself into danger after all-- but when it came to otherworldly matters he much preferred to exercise caution. You think he’d get used to this by now, getting himself stuck in the world unknown, even if the underworld seemed vastly different than before. Instead of darkness, he was greeted with an odd twinge of nostalgia and... familiarity?

Wha---

The buildings that surrounded him were lighting up the skies, and his breath caught in his throat at the sight. Lively chatter filled the air, so were the laughter of children.

In the form of skeletons.

One thing remained the same, though. Ghouls and monsters and the dead still freaked him out, and the one closest to him (in tattered clothing, looking like the poor homeless guy across the street) had him reeling back. “H--hey! Stay back!” He yelped, fists at the ready. “I’m gonna kick your ass if ya lay a finger on me!”

#stolensongs #v; duelist #starter;#threads;#( hope this is okay! )#( sorry for rambling my next reply will likely be shorter )#coco spoilers //

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Spongebob Squarepants | Broadway | November 9, 2017 Ethan Slater as Spongebob Squarepants “(Just a) Simple Sponge”

#reblog;#radio;#( i love this musical )

fightasone

Anonymously send me your favorite detail about how I play my character.

I will publish and respond OOC.

#reblog;#ask memes;

littlehobbit13

I will save the day, and come back here triumphantly! ‘Cause I long for that look of surprise when you see your son rising at last! The pride in your eyes when you see your son rising at last!

#reblog;#musings;#( about jou @ anyone who doubts him )

Reblog this and see what you get.

♂ = i am a boy who has a crush on you

♀ = i am a girl who has a crush on you

✂ = just delete your tumblr already

✌ = you’re awesome

♡ = i love your blog

❁ = you’re beautiful

✓ = i hate you

☹ = you’re ugly

☀ = i want to fuck you

♬ = i wish we were close

♧ = i wish we were friends in real life

☆ = i relate to a lot of the same things you go through

☮ = you inspire me

#reblog;#ask memes;

kaibaluver69

Hi I’m kazuki takahashi and i feel bad for not finishing kaiba’s story so I’m gonna make a movie w/ a really ambiguous ending so it still won’t be finished lol bye

kaibaluver69

Ok like really tho why did they think an ambiguous ending would be good? Why would you want ppl to have the option of believing kaiba committed suicide? Or even if you wanna believe he stayed with atem and somehow didnt die, leaving everything you know- everything you built and the people who care about you behind bc you cant let go of one person is really fucked up. I get that everything doesnt have to have a happy ending but also, what the fUCK

#reblog;#( srsly though )#kaiba;

❤️ 🖤

Send ❤️ for something my muse LIKES about yours, or 🖤 for something they DISLIKE // Accepting

@granduellist

Jou’s deeply touched by Kaiba’s devotion towards Mokuba. Having a little sibling himself, he can relate heavily with the lengths Kaiba would go through for Mokuba.

On the other hand, Jou really despises being treated like crap because of his ‘inferior’ dueling skills. It really strikes at the heart of his insecurities; being seen as this useless, unproductive waste of space. Someone can’t amount to anything, whether it’d be dueling or… life in general. Of course, he’s mostly projecting. He isn’t sure if Kaiba really looks down on him for his poor roots.

#asks;#headcanons;#granduellist #duellista

And with that, it was over. But, he wasn't really surprised; the kid had the devil's luck. But this time, Keith didn't hang his head in shame. Instead of anger, a slow grin took its place. "... well played, Joey. Ain't bad." - (Rematch verse!)

“Shit– that was, damn.” He grinned. “Good game, man.” It was bizarre– felt like a fever dream, really, that he was honored with a rematch that was… for the most part, pretty damn honorable.“You’ve kinda mellowed out a bit. What gives?” He was teasing-- a mellow Keith was better a Keith who’d straight up try to murder a guy or two.

#v; duelist #asks;#starter;#threads;#( feel free to convert this to a thread if you want!)#( btw your art is fantastic! )#onceachamp