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(prospere-risu)

"I'm sorry if this is sudden, but... could you sit here and look like you're having a conversation with me? Thanks."

#prospere-risu #roleplay #(schmello!!!#here marks the beginning of an awkward encounter Yes)#and up the roller queuester!

gwiyomi-fashion

#adamantime: fashion #and up the roller queuester!

wordsnquotes

What I feel for you—it beats words. It beats worlds. I promise.

Katherine Mansfield, The Collected Letters of Kathering Mansfield: Volume Four: 1920-1921 (via flannel)

#adages #and up the roller queuester!

sendameme

BOLD all that applies to your muse!

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sendameme:

#musecanons #and up the roller queuester!

cosmohued:

As if it were completely out of the question, completely normal and completely sane, Cosmos waves a hand as most of the birds fly off in separate directions. She ignores the looks from other people that witnessed the phenomenon and turns to Ada as if nothing even happened. As if she didn’t just summon a wormhole in the middle of a park and transported a girl from one place to the other.

Nope. Not strange at all.

“Ah? Well, a bridge connects you between points so as long as it follows those fundamentals–Eh!” She’s surprised to have her hands taken hold of and she stands ridged, almost frightened. But she relaxes when the other girl’s response turns out to be positive. Cool. That was a positive word! She’s heard it before and she can now reply without embarrassingly thinking it was literal.

“I uhm…it comes natural to me. They create themselves all over the Universe.. Within Galaxies and such ..and I just…focused one to appear outside my body and ..under you so you could…So I didn’t have to dig up the scary worms!”

Ada nods along, the improbability of the girl's words completely flying over her head and out the window. "Teach me," she insists, squeezing the girl's hands with the enthusiasm of a child at a candy store.

She could only think of the possibilities a wormhole represents. For one, she could dump all of her assignments inside; it'd be taking the my dog ate my homework excuse to an entirely new level! Secondly, Ada wouldn't have to worry about plane tickets ever again. From the west coast to the east coast in the blink of an eye — hell, a normally twenty-hour trip to the other side of the world would be cut down to a split second...

And, finally, the bragging rights. Oh, the lovely bragging rights.

"Let me be your apprentice," she says excitedly, eyes twinkling like stars. "You must be a superhero, right? I'm, tentatively, what you would call a detective, so I have crime fighting down pat, I just don't have any of the flashy power to go with it."

#cosmohued #roleplay #(stop her because the world is neither ready nor prepared #for how adorbs she is)#and up the roller queuester!

(saphirexperle)

"I know this is completely ridiculous and completely out of nowhere," she says, struggling to maintain her composure. "But do you have a plunger I can use?"

#saphirexperle #roleplay #(JUST. D O NOT QUESTION)#and up the roller queuester!

larmoyante

I want you to stop running from thing to thing to thing, and to sit down at the table, to offer the people you love something humble and nourishing, like soup and bread, like a story, like a hand holding another hand while you pray. We live in a world that values us for how fast we go, for how much we accomplish, for how much life we can pack into one day. But I’m coming to believe it’s in the in-between spaces that our lives change, and that the real beauty lies there.

Shauna Niequist, A New Approach to the Table (via larmoyante)

#adages #and up the roller queuester!

lifeinpoetry

You see, as far as I’m concerned what’s happening is incredible—my world is collapsing, my world is rebuilding itself: wait and see how you (meaning me) survive it all. I’m not lamenting the falling apart, it was already in a state of collapse, what I’m lamenting is the rebuilding, I lament my waning strength, I lament being born, I lament the light of the sun.

Franz Kafka, from Letters to Milena (via lifeinpoetry)

#adages #and up the roller queuester!

onemonthago:

✤ The freckled boy inhaled rather sharply. “Sheesh, that’s harsh, sugar.” He teased. Seeing the device made him cringe, and caused him to pick it up like it was some kind of used tissue. “Uh… I’ll try, but this thing is kinda… Ancient.” Along with snatching her phone, Nao handed over his rather pricey looking cell, eyeing her with a look that spoke with phrases like ‘Drop it and you’re dead’.

Large hands tapped at the phone. It honestly looked like some sort of a clown act- his fingers were far too large for the buttons. Finally, he was able to enter his number, however the contact name ended up being spelled something along the lines as ‘ns2aoh suy3aki’. But hey, he tried.

Meanwhile, Ada can't even manage inputting her phone number, brows furrowed in concentration as she attempts to type without adding an unnecessary character. "Why... is this... so difficult?" she agonizes, her voice a half-whine.

Finished typing her contact name, an embarrassing adA RITZ8v), she makes to proudly hold out the phone, screen facing the redhead, but the device to slips out of her grasp and lands facedown with a definitive smack. She nearly recoils at the sound.

"Um," she begins, a strained smile on her lips as she bends to pick the device up. "I'm sure it's fine."

Really? The crack straight down the middle kind of says otherwise.

#onemonthago #roleplay #(GUESS WHO IS ALSO LATE AND #completely sorry in place of ada #rip phone)#and up the roller queuester!

constellium:

Wooden floor boards creaked underneath the soft footfalls of the blonde, only to cease once she’d ascended the stairs to her upper floor. Just as a click sounded from Clio closing the “basement” door, Ada’s voice met her ears, and she hurried to dispose of her red-stained gloves in the nearest trash bin. Even if people knew of her profession, showing up looking like she’d just butchered a cow was never the best way to coax people into coming back.

“Ada–!! How nice to have a pure soul passing through here for once. You didn’t get mugged on your way here, did you? That’d be a shame.”

With a few flexes of her hand, she motioned the younger girl to come inside, a grin on her lips. Ada showing up meant there was possibly something in store for her, and it made her eager to get to the point.

“Now, you don’t usually come here without purpose, doll. What can I do for you?”

Clio is, as always, merry. Disconcertingly so.

"Were you up to no good again? I can always come back," she teases, moving further into Clio's den; not the cleanliest place to perform surgeries, but no doubt the best the older woman can do, considering her... location.

Ada considers her next words carefully. Indiect? Direct? Should she lead up with a joke or — ? After a brief, and mostly likely inefficient, bout of contemplation, she finally blurts the question out. "Do you have any enemies, Clio?"

A stupid inquiry, considering the woman's line of work. She saves the lives of people others want dead. Not to mention, Clio's side job as her informant, but Ada knows her. The older woman is remarkably capable and knows exactly how not put herself into jeopardy.

"There's been an influx of cases recently," Ada sighs, "and — well — the cops believe they've found a pattern: you. The perpetrator cuts these people open, let's them bleed out, before toying with their bodies post-mortem. How precise and even the incision marks are indicates someone skilled, someone professional. Someone like you."

#constellium #roleplay #(what a safety hazard #someone could slip and fall oH BUT AT LEAST CLIO COULD FIX THEM UP #ANNND I'M FINE!!! TY I APPRECIATE THE SENTIMENT <3)#and up the roller queuester!

hello!! i’ll be pretty absent wednesday through saturday, but i’m bringing my laptop on the trip! so i’m hoping that, if i have time, i can catch up on more drafts ;;;;;;;

oh, but, since i’m whittling them down again, like for a small starter!!!!!!!!

#outofcases

repost with the information of your muse, including headcanons, etc. If you fail to achieve some of the facts, add some other of your own! When you’re done, tag 15 other people to do the same!

tagged by ascientificmagic

» NAME: Ada Thu Ritz » AGE: 20 » BIRTHDAY: July 14 » SPECIES: Human » GENDER: Male » SEX: Male » ORIENTATION: Bisexual » PROFESSION: A stand-in for her employer, an enigmatic detective. Officially, she’s a levelheaded secretary, a typical pencil pusher. Since his disappearance, he’s mysteriously wired his bank account to her own, still technically paying her what she deserves.

PHYSICAL ASPECTS » HAIR: Black, tinted purple » EYES: Hazel » SKIN: Pale, a blemish-free complexion. The only downside to this is that bruises like a banana, and burns in the sun, rather than tans. » HEIGHT: 5'4″

FAMILY » SIBLINGS: Elena Ritz (little sister, studying abroad for her senior year, austere and serious) » PARENTS: Hong Ritz (mother, unforgiving, an unrelenting storm); Harris Ritz (father, quietly judgmental, the eye of the storm) » GRANDPARENTS: Nhung Nguyen (grandmother, stickler for tradition, dignified); Thanh Nguyen (grandfather, likes a good drink, compassionate); Matilda Ritz (grandmother, ailing from Alzheimer’s, has the toothiest grin); Henry Ritz (grandfather, argumentative, fiercely independent) » OTHER RELATIVES: Trai Nguyen (uncle, earnest, gullible); Matthew Nguyen (cousin, responsible, gentle)

» ANY PETS?: Slackadaisical (cat, affectionately called “slacks”, bitch face syndrome)

SKILLS » PHYSICAL PROWESS: ...she takes Judo during the summer, but stops once classes begin. She’s been taking it since eighth grade, at the behest of her overprotective mother. Ada is more inclined to talking her way out of a potentially harmful encounter, instead of using her fists. It’s less that she’s physically strong, and more like she knows where to hit with just the right amount of force to disarm someone. » ABILITIES: opening a glass jar without putting it under hot water » HOBBIES: Cleaning, organizing, reorganizing, reading through the paperbacks stacked on the shelves of her employer’s office, window shopping

TRAITS

—— POSITIVE ——

sincere, open-minded, compassionate, mindful, humorous, easygoing

——- NEGATIVE ——-

distant, flippant, distrusting, overly critical, single-minded, self-deprecating

LIKES

» COLOURS: green

» SMELLS: eucalyptus mint » FOOD: sushi » DRINKS: water with chia seeds » ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES?: savoy affair

OTHER DETAILS » SMOKES?: nah » DRUGS?: nah » DRIVER LICENSE?: yaaaaah fam » EVER BEEN ARRESTED?: yes don’t ask

UMMMM OK THESE FOLKS BE TAGGED bruisedbeam, shrapnelsong, constellium, assimilxte, txtanxum, ikigi, papxrpushxr, cosmohued aNNNND YEAH IDK!!! ANYONE!!! ELSE!!!! LIKE tbh even if i tagged you, there’s no pressure to do this laughs

#musecanons #(hi #i set up a queue but i'm posting this in real time just bc cHORTLES)

scowlistics-remade-blog

&& – pxncilpushxr

☾ He could swear she kept looking at him. Every time he tossed a glance in her direction, her head was turned towards him. Like he was a monster or something. Maybe he had something on his face. A moment of touching it like an idiot would prove that to be false, though.

With a huff and mean-ish look gracing his features, Tatsuo spoke: “Stop looking at me. ” ☽

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She startles at the rumble his voice, dark and annoyed, like a storm passing through. The corners of her lips lift into an uneven smile. "Sorry, I — you just reminded me of someone."

That someone being her cat, cursed with a perpetual scowl. It takes all the tact and self-restraint she can muster not to reach over, pinching at the dimple's of his cheeks and pull them upwards, into some likeness of a smile. Unconsciously, Ada curls her fingers around the strap of her shoulder bag.

"Though, you know, I could have been looking past you. Or through you. I could have some superpower," she laughs lightly. "What made you so sure I was looking at you?"

#scowlistics #roleplay #(FFFFFFFFFFFFFS #IT'S FINE chinhands #i live for the mean ones.....................)#and up the roller queuester!

shrapnelsong:

Plucking her laptop out of her bag even before reaching the table, she sat down with her friend and booted it up, chuckling at the girl’s first strategy. Smiling at the waitress that came up to their table, she ordered an iced mocha to go if only to ensure their right to stay sitting and checked the site.

“Okay… Let’s see.” She began and sighed when the page gave her an error as well. “Yeah, it must be heavy traffic.” Pouting a bit, she tried a few more times, gasping when it did load. “Got it!” With a grin, she angled the laptop so they could both see the screen and started reading over the information.

“Do you wanna write this down oldschool style?” Alice asked, being the type of person who simply couldn’t get out of the house without having a little notepad and pens safely tucked in her bag. “Or will a screenshot or a cellphone picture suffice?”

"Let's just take a picture," she answers, gaze directed upwards in thought. "It'd suck if we wound up misplacing the paper."

The waitress brings Alice's order in record time, but it's Ada who takes the drink. She takes a small sip of the iced mocha, makes a face, and slides it to her friend. "It's not poisoned, but now I remember why I don't come to this café," she says, but not loud enough for anyone else in the establishment to hear.

Absentmindedly, Ada wraps the straw around her finger as she peers into the laptop monitor, SUMMER 2XXX SCAVENGER HUNT, clearly printed at the top. Start time is 6 PM, end time is midnight. Six hours? Fair enough. Ada squints at the text, having forgotten to put on her correctional lenses that morning. Looks like — yikes, twelve items. That'd give them, maybe, two items every thirty minutes...

Glancing down at her wristwatch for the second time that day, and not likely the last, she nearly jumps out of her seat. 6:15 PM. "Get packed, Alice! We can't let anyone take the lead!"

This is turning out to be a longer day than she initially imagined.

#shrapnelsong #roleplay #(IT'S MY TURN TO APOLOGIZE LAUGHS #but yeah it's no problem!!!!)

detectivewxlf:

[ 狼 ] — “It’s only normal to loathe those kinds of people, it’s hardly a fault on your part.” His own gaze ventured to the cadavers, there was an unusual lack of blood, thus it was obvious the killing had been done without either victim suspecting a thing. For the female atleast, that was what he’d assembled. The male however had a few fractured bones, bruises upon his upper arms and the side of his neck, indicating that he put up a fight. Had it been prior to his fiance’s untimely demise? Or after. He couldn’t say for sure.

“I think that we need to gather the evidence, the pieces and then head back to the lab. For now, It’s all we can do.” He detested the kinds of people who’d stoop to these lows, who out of some twisted desperation found themselves yearning to claim the lives of the innocent, perhaps for attentions? Maybe vengeance. Either way, it wasn’t his job to cast judgement upon them, only to capture them, the jury would punish them accordingly and with a case like this– He could only hope that it’d be severe.

“Come on Ada, We can’t stand around all day,” The detective shimmied a new cigarette from its packet, placing it between his lips before disposing of it back in his coat, kindling a light at the tip before inhaling, the lighter soon following the packet into the dark depths of his trench coat. “Let’s go. The more we gather from here, the closer we are to nabbing this asshole.”

"You're right." And yet she makes no move to leave, her arms stubbornly crossed and unblinking gaze trained on the two victims.

The culprit clearly went through great pains to pierce the bodies in a particular fashion — as their identifying signature there's no way they would sacrifice it, regardless of strenuous circumstances — but that isn't what bothers Ada. "All signs indicate to a sexual sadist," she murmurs. "The act of piercing could act as a substitute for actual sexual intercouse. If that's the case, our perp is most likely impotent, only able to acquire sexual gratification through impaling his victims."

Nibbling on her lower lip, she slowly continues, brow furrowed in uncertainty. As if she is thinking over the edges of a puzzle piece, before finally pushing it into place. "If we do have a sadist, they'd want to revel in their victim's agony — that's the point of all this. To get off on their torture and eventual murder. But, if she screams..."

Ada circles around the bed, standing at the husband's side, resisting the urge to close his glazed eyes. "...he wakes up. How does the perp subdue him?"

#detectivewxlf #roleplay #and up the roller queuester!

im sorry for your loss and i hope and know you will feel better soon

thank you lots and lots!!!!! your message really brightened my evening and i really appreciate the sentiment!!!!!

#outofcases #asks #anonsie

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Friendly reminder that my Skype is available for mutuals FOR WHATEVER REASON you might need to talk to me, whether is plotting, questions about my blog, telling me how your day was, or if you want someone to talk to when you’re sad, you’re welcome to reach out for me, don’t be afraid, you won’t be bothering at all! (◕‿◕✿)

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