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{ So I’m bringing Korra back. I’m archiving this blog and moving HERE! Things are still under a bit of construction as I try to get my theme to work, but yeah! You can find me over now! }

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{ So I’m bringing Korra back. I’m archiving this blog and moving HERE! Things are still under a bit of construction as I try to get my theme to work, but yeah! You can find me over now! }

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Sorry for not being around as of late, guys. Ive been busy with my new job and I made a new rp blog so that’s taken up my time. I’m in a bum mood right now, so i’ll try to get to replies when I’m feeling better but I just wanted to stop by and let you guys know what was going on. 

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             “if the president himself declared it a beautiful day i still wouldn’t do that.”

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“Damnit Ares, we’ve all worked so hard since we joined. Don’t you think we all deserve a day off? One day of not worrying about the club or what’s going on at it?”

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Sorry for not being around as of late, guys. Ive been busy with my new job and I made a new rp blog so that’s taken up my time. I’m in a bum mood right now, so i’ll try to get to replies when I’m feeling better but I just wanted to stop by and let you guys know what was going on. 

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futuriistic

It was an endless cycle of day to night. A melding of the passing time. With no way to accurately gauge the minutes gone by, she decided to just not keep track. How many months had she been on her own? Four? Five? At this point, she didn’t care. The young girl, barely 16, was more focused on finding food. Or that sweet drug that helped her get through the worst of times. The color had faded from her eyes and her body was so skinny. A piece of rope kept her jeans tight around her skeletal form. 

Stumbling into an alleyway, she could hear the loud thumping of music from inside the building, but she didn’t care. Her eyes were set on the one thing in that alley that could make her hopeful. The dumpster. A grugle sounded from her stomach as she wobbled forward, using the wall for support. Using what little strength she had left, she pulled herself into the trash heap, not wasting any time to start searching for food scraps. She made quite a bit of noise as she rummaged through, trying to find the food bits without any mold.

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muns, reblog this with YOUR face claim

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                      ❛ No matter what happens, no matter how crazy things get,                                                I will always try                                                         to restore balance ❜

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Send ‘rough touch’

and the generated outcome will be used for a small drabble scenario or starter { tw violence, possible noncon/dubcon implications, nsfw }

Your muse throws a punch at mine.

My muse throws a punch at yours.

Your muse suddenly grips my muse’s hair.

My muse suddenly grips your muse’s hair.

Your muse roughly grabs my muse’s arm.

My muse roughly grabs your muse’s arm.

Your muse grips my muse’s hips.

My muse grips your muse’s hips.

Your muse wraps their hands tightly around my muse’s neck.

My muse wraps their hands tightly around your muse’s neck.

Your muse slams mine against a wall hard.

My muse slams yours against a wall hard.

Your muse pushes my muse to their knees.

My muses pushes your to their knees.

Your muse bites mine.

My muse bites yours.

Your muse clutches their hand tightly around my muse’s mouth to silence them.

My muse clutches their hand tightly around your muse’s mouth to silence them.

Your muse grabs my muse’s wrists.

My muse grabs their muse’s wrists.

Your muse attempts to shove away mine.

My muse attempts to push off yours.

Your muse roughly kisses mine.

My muse roughly kisses yours.

Your muse pins mine onto the ground.

My muse pins yours to the ground.

Your muse delivers beatings to mine.

My muse delivers beatings to yours.

Your muse breaks my muse’s arm.

My muse breaks your muse’s arm.

Mun chooses.

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Send a symbol to hear my muse talk about their

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◌ Mother/Father ⌘ Guardian ▶ Sibling(s) ▣ Relatives 🔲 Best Friend ❥ Crush ◉ Dream(s) ◖ Ideal Partner ¡ Pet Peeves ☰ Occupation ✯ Perfect day ☂ Preferred weather ☢ Personality Flaw(s) ☑ A Favorite (book/movie/song/etc.)

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Sorry guys but I’m not really going to be around today. My mood is still pretty bum from last night, but I’m also going out I wont be out long, but when I get back, I need to shower and get ready for my first day of my new job tomorrow. I’ll be lurking around and may answer any asks, but like this post for a starter and I’ll get to it by the end of the week! Or if you want, invade my ask box and we can plot something more indepth. I’ve been in a mood for dark stuff. Like end of book 3 and before book 4 dark stuff. Because yes. Anyway guys, I hope you all have a great day and stay awesome! OH! And Happy Memorial Day!

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Dear People I have Threads with;

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Just because I start another thread with someone playing the same character as you, doesn’t mean that I hate you, I’m getting annoyed by you, or I’m bored with you; I’m most likely in a different scene, and nothing I send you both will be the same.

Just because I take a while to reply to you, but not others, doesn’t mean I’m ignoring you; My muse is picky, and I can only write what I’m drawn to. I want my replies to be well written and fun, not forced and horrible

Just because I shorten a reply doesn’t mean I’m bored with the thread; I’m probably tired, thinking of something else to continue with, or giving you the chance to set up our next situation.

Just because I drop a thread doesn’t mean I will never come back to start another; When I drop threads, I’m usually overwhelmed, without a muse for that particular piece, or bored with it, and I’ll ask to start another.

Don’t assume because I’m picky/tired/museless, I’m not happy with you. 

dean-notmoose-iambatman

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                    psa — if we’re mutuals, this gives you unsaid permission to attack my inbox whenever you want, as much as you want, with whatever you want.  want to spam me with memes?  break your ask limit.  want to send me random messages?  break your ask limit.  want to leave me love?  break your ask limit.  anything.  everything.  it doesn’t matter what time of day or night, even if i’m not around, you are always welcome.  you always have permission.  i mean it.

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also i don’t know how many times i need to stress this, PLEASE don’t be afraid to tag me in things if your muse is asking you to, or if you want to. or because you’re bored or because you feel like it. i’m not going to bite you or anything, i will love you FOREVER.

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30 Uncommon Character Development Questions ( send me a number )

What position does your character sleep in? ( i.e; stomach, side, back, etc. ) Describe why they do this — optional.

Does your character have any noteworthy features? Freckles? Dimples? A scar somewhere unusual? etc.

Does your character have an accent? What does it sound like?

Do they have any verbal tics? Do they have trouble pronouncing certain words or getting their thoughts across clearly?

What are their chief tension areas? 

If you were to pick one song — and only one song — to describe your character, what would it be and why?

How does your character perceive themselves? Positive? Negative? Neutral?

Are they a quick thinker or do they need time to sort through their thoughts?

Does your character dream or are their nights filled with an empty blackness? Describe a dream they’ve had or a night they couldn’t sleep and what they did to preoccupy their time.

If they had a choice, would they prefer a subway or a bus for public transportation?

What do they think of creation? Do they believe in evolution or do they believe in God? What is their religion like?

Describe 5 unusual characteristics your muse has.

Have they ever been so overwhelmed they had to stop and take a break from something? 

Are they a team player or do they prefer to be solo?

Can they multi-task or must they focus on one subject at a time?

What are their best school subjects? What are their worst? List five of each.

Is your character an introvert or an extrovert? How do they handle big crowds of people?

Are they a leader, do they prefer to follow, or would they rather just stay on the sidelines altogether?

If your character was suddenly challenged, would they rather run away or stay and fight?

If your character was allowed to murder one person without any consequences, who would that person be and why?

Your character has been granted 3 wishes; what would they wish for and why?

Does your character trust people right off the bat or does it take them some time to warm up to someone?

Do they prefer romance or affection? What is the quickest way to your character’s heart?

Does your character have any enemies? If so, who and why?

Do they have any weird bedroom habits? Any unusual kinks?

How does your character prepare for bed? Do they sleep at all or can they stay awake for days on end without trouble?

If your character had one thing to say to their parents before they died, what would it be?

Are they afraid of death? Do they have any regrets?

Does your character get restless when things are too quiet or do they favour solitude and silence? Why?

Finally; if your character was forced to eat one thing for the rest of their life, what would they choose and why?

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                                  ——————– ◣«🔥»◢ ——————–

  A way to go back and forth? IT’d be interesting to say the least and Lottie didn’t mind this   person or the world but if such a power to travel fell into the wrong hands, well, that wouldn’t   be too good. After all Lottie was use to dealing with people who ween’t exactly friendly   individuals and if they found a way to this peaceful place or people from here found a place   to hers, it wouldn’t end well. However Lottie didn’t voice her own concerns but instead gave   a smile and nod of her head followed by a warm hum. Korra’s question, however, threw her off.

               “I’m not sure. Pokemon have similar powers to your                 own so it might be possible but it I think depends on                 how you acquired your power? I mean, if it’s something                 in your genetics it might but if not and based purely                 on the world then…”

  She didn’t need to finish that statement, she was sure the other understood. Still, it was   time to change gears before she worried the other.

               “But since you want to meet some Pokemon, would you                 care to meet mine?”

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“Well, bending is part of that person, so I suppose you’re right.” Korra looked down to her hands, making a tornado of fire and air in each hand. Having lost her bending many times, it was one of her fears. While she was still strong in a fight thanks to her hand to hand skills, but she felt like she was nothing without her bending. 

“You..you have them with you!?” Korra turned to look at Lottie, a look of pure shock on her face. The elements in her hands dispersed as the avatar turned quickly, grabbing her new friend by the shoulders. “S-Show them to me! I want to meet them! Play with them!”

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                                 ——————– ◣«🔥»◢ ——————–

  Lottie wasn’t much of a meat person herself. She enjoyed the occasional steak and things   like that but she was mainly brought up of scraps so she wasn’t terribly picky. She ate what   she could get her hands on, what was cheap and things of that nature. Sure, she did splurge   every so often but in the end she was a bargain hunter and mainly settled for canned foods   and the likes. So to Korra’s comment she gave a light hum followed by a nod of her head   and shrug just to signify she didn’t mind.

  Seconds lapsed and Lottie found herself staring out to the nearby city. It was an odd sight   for her to take in as it reminded her of some in her world but here, it was completely   different. She was sure if she ventured their on her own, things wouldn’t work out well. As   her thoughts carried she was snapped from them by Korra’s question to which, had her   thinking on for a few moments before answering.

               “It’s similar to yours but very different too. We have                 Pokemon as I told you who have different powers                 depending on their type. Currently we’ve discovered                 eighteen types but there could be more. There are                 also over seven hundred species of Pokemon and                 each is unique. We, the people of that world will                 typically capture them or try to befriend them and have                 a more or less working relationship. Some of us even                 train them to be strong and battle so you can have a                 shot at being the best.”

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With her hand to the side playing with fire, Korra’s gaze shifted from the clouds to focus on Lottie. While she had never been to a completely strange world, she honestly felt like she knew, somewhat, of what the girl was going through. Being in an unknown place so far form home was rather nerve-wracking, even after your brain had time to process it. All that time she traveled before ending up in the swamp, Korra had been to places she could only dream of. For the first time since she had been discovered by the White Lotus, she had gotten to travel the world. It was exhilarating, but also quite scary. 

“If we can find a way to go back and forth between the worlds, I’d love to come visit. It sounds like such an interesting place. I’d love to meet the pokemon there and see what your world holds.” A beat. A moment of silence before Korra moved closer, a look of curiosity and slight fear in her eyes as a new question was posed. “Do you think I would still have my bending?”