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@rosecolcredboy
okay so i’ve been gone for a few days because i’ve been busy but in that time i’ve revamped my muses page.
and i also created a page of faceclaims i’d like to play and instead of making them all original characters, i decided to essentially make them blank slates for any plot.
that being said, replies are coming to the people i owe, but in the meantime please come plot with me (mutuals or otherwise) 😊
How I feel with every RP
RP partner: (writes fantastic starter with intricate dialog and plot settings)
Me: I have to go I’m too stupid to talk to you
@rosecolcredboy
“come oooon, mason.” the handful of drinks already in her system have ruby admittedly a little tipsy, and it makes her tone sound even more pleading. “don’t be a downer. we have to do another round of shots.” her hand settles on his arm, giving it a little shake as if that would help convince him. “we haven’t hung out in a while, so we have to make the most of this.” ruby had plenty of acquaintances, people she went for drinks with every now and then but it was rare for her to allow someone as close as she did with mason. they truly became friends over time, and right now that meant she thought it reasonable to nudge him into a few more drinks. they were having fun, sharing stories and laughs over the smallest, most mundane things; she didn’t want that to end. “yeah?” she tries again, raising her brows expectantly. “you with me?”
Ruby’s peer pressure was not going unnoticed. In the back of his head, Mason knew it was best to stop while he still had some semblance of where he was and what he was doing. But Ruby was just so damn convincing that it was hard to say no to her. She knew him well enough to know where his weak spots were and how to prey on them. They’d seen each other’s ups and downs and been there to either help the other back up when they fall, or to act as a spotter to make sure that they didn’t. Like a trust fall. It was nice to have someone like Ruby in your corner. But maybe not in the corner of the bar where they were sat while she was trying to pour the alcohol down his throat for him.
“Okay, okay,” he caved, “you win. Another round!”
#2020 mood
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❖ elizabeth:
A groan rattled in the depths of her chest, strawberry waves falling over shoulders as she ducks her head forward. “Sorry.” Mason certainly had to be over all her nonsense, but as always, he managed to brush it off as nothing; Never once complaining about her need to be overprepared. “I swear, once this is done brewing, we can head to the great hall for tea.” After all, it was the least she could do, seeing as they’d opted out of this week’s trip to Hogsmeade so she could waste-away studying. “Huh…” Emerald peeks at him through thick lashes, lips parting to hang slightly ajar as she ponders his question. Of course, she’d heard him clearly, but the realization of the matter was; She hadn’t the slightest idea. “It’s nothing.” A hand lifts, brushing off his inquiry as though it were nothing but a buzzing gnat. “Some silly puzzle or whatnot.” The Ravenclaw quickly adds before she’s abruptly rising from her perch. “You know what, I think I’m actually ready for lunch now, what do you say?”
The word lunch was all Mason had to hear for him to start packing up his books and escort Elizabeth to the Great Hall. While they were walking, he couldn’t help but wrack his brain at how his best friend had so nonchalantly brushed his question off. He knew that she couldn’t stop gushing -- some would say a little too much, but he couldn’t fault her for it -- about the tournament, and yet this one question, perhaps the question that he was expecting the most detailed answer from, was the one that Elizabeth had chosen to essentially smile and nod in response to?
As the two of them sat at the table and put their bags down and began eating, all Mason could think about was how to phrase the question on his mind without seeming too abrasive. It’s just a puzzle? Whatnot? You mean to tell me they flew three other schools into Hogwarts for a puzzle? You don’t actually know what the task is, do you? All of these questions seemed too brash; he had to think about how to phrase it perfectly as to not add any extra stress onto what he knew she’d already been feeling.
After he’d devoured his lunch, Mason decided to just come up with something off the top of his head instead preparing anything. It seemed more natural that way, he thought.
“I know you’re under immense pressure, and I don’t want to add onto that, and I know I haven’t been as supportive as I could be, and I know that the tournament is as foreign to you as it is to me, and I know I can’t relate because my name got chosen, and--” he stopped to catch his breath. “Anyway, what I’m trying to say is, maybe I could help. You’re free to lean on me, you know.” Maybe he should have led with the last sentence.
@rosecolcredboy
The engine groans and splutters as the old car draws to a graceless halt, layers of dented metal contending with the streetlights overhead as they feebly flicker beneath the haze of the increasingly inky sky. It’s true what they say - you can stay in LA for so long and never see the glimmer of a star in the sky, the usual vibrancy of the city swallowing any attempts whole. Fingertips reach out to turn the dial of the radio, promptly switching off the music which Wes could have only described as an insurmountable din. Regardless of the fatigue that cloys to the ex-Watcher’s form, there’s the vaguest semblance of dry humour interwoven amidst low syllables as he glances in Faith’s direction. “Next time, I pick the station.“
"It’s a good thing we’re going to a bar, because someone in this car needs to loosen up. And I’ll give you a hint, it’s not me,” Faith teased. Her partnership with Wesley was one that she’d grown to cherish deeply, even if she got her rocks off by antagonizing him. “Okay, after driving for this long, it might be me, too,” she admitted. “But it’s most definitely you.” A laugh escaped her lips as she leaned forward to turn the radio back on. “Live a little!”
The two of them had spent a lot of time in cars together these days, going from bar to bar; Faith felt as though she spent more time in the car than she did out of it. She knew that the pay off was the adrenaline rush she got from slaying, but that didn’t make the time spent traveling any less boring.
“How much longer do we have to drive, anyway? My legs are starting to go numb.”
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because people seem to forget these muns used to be 19-20 y.o., and ‘ApPaReNtLy’ they’re supposed to stop rping once they reach a certain age. complete B-U-L-L-S-H-I-T. do what you enjoy. the hoes are biiig mad.
Rules: Answer the questions and add 10 blogs you wanna know better!
Nickname. bee (obviously.) Star sign. virgo. Height. 5′5. Favourite music artist. paramore. Last TV show you watched. fleabag (rewatch). What kind of stuff do you post. solely rp stuff. Do you have any other blogs? i have a personal blog but i haven’t used it much lately. Why did you choose your url? it’s a paramore song. Hogwarts house? slytherin. Pokemon team. instinct which i regret lmao. Favourite colour. blue. How many blankets do you sleep with. one.
Tagged: @warsraging Tagging: anyone who wants to do it :)
If I tell you to shut up and your answer is “Make me” I WILL punch you in the teeth because I have no time for this pseudo sexual tension you’re imagining between us.
𝐡𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 // a closed starter for @warsraging
There was a chill in the air that night, which when you live in a city like Gotham, is never a good sign. Barbara was perched on a rooftop, conveniently cloaked by darkness. There was no one in particular she was keeping an eye out for, it wasn’t a routine stakeout, there was no reason why she was out. Sometimes it was just nice for her to have a bird’s eye view of the city. To see everything while incapable of being seen. It was a getaway for her when things got stressful, her safe place so to speak. But if anyone told Barbara that they knew she needed a safe place, she’d probably punch them. She was too grown for that, too strong. Too hardcore. But there she sat, watching the cars speed through stop lights so fast that the only thing she could see were the red blurs from their tail lights that looked like a photo taken with the camera’s shutter speed all the way down.
There was a chill in the air. Barbara couldn’t shake it, despite how immersed in her thoughts she was. No matter how many cars she witnessed speed through stop lights, or how obscenely loud the city had become at this time of night. It sent chills up her spine in the worst way. Something just wasn’t right. In the midst of her trying to decipher what felt wrong, she heard footsteps behind her. Okay, time to teach whoever’s stupid enough to sneak up on Batgirl a lesson. Barbara thought to herself, standing up and turning around to see a familiar face -- well, two-thirds of a familiar face around the mask. Immediately her mind was put to ease and every tense muscle in her body relaxed. The figure in the shadows emerged and revealed itself to be a man in a black and blue suit with shaggy black hair. Nightwing.
“Fancy meeting you here,” she quipped, a smirk forming on her face.
❖ elizabeth:
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“It’s utterly ridiculous that they expect us to just go on about our normal school year, while simultaneously preparing for the first task.” The redhead Ravenclaw huffed, stirring the bubbling concoction within the cauldron before her three times to the left, before reversing it to the right. Was it obvious that she was moments away from yanking every curl from her head? That the stress of her impending doom had her hiding out behind the Quidditch Pitch practicing potions in an attempt to recover some form of sanity. “Not to mention other than Professor Dumbledore, no one seems to be blinking an eye over the fact that-.” What? She didn’t recall ever entering her name? That she didn’t want to compete? That the likely hood of her surviving was slim to none? “-I just mean..” Mumbling a few unsavory words to herself, Elizabeth shot a quick glance at her textbook awaiting a response from her onyx-haired companion. Sparkling orbs skim over the ingredient list for what must have been the umpteenth time, before daring a peek at the Slytherin across from her. Instantly, her cherry brows furrow, her head cocking slightly to the side as she gazes at him. “Sorry… Am I babbling?”
Hogwarts was stressful during any other year, but factor in the added stress of having three other schools invading the castle, and it was a whole different monster. Mason was still in awe that out of the entire castle -- well, those seventeen and older -- that his best friend had her name chosen from the Goblet of Fire. He’d be lying if he said there wasn’t even an ounce of jealousy that his name wasn’t chosen, but he couldn’t say he was envious of all of the added stress that he’d been seeing Elizabeth go through while preparing for the tasks in addition to their already overloading coursework. However, he knew that if anyone could do it, it would be her. If you were to look up the word “determined” in the dictionary, you’d find a picture of Elizabeth. And it’d probably be glued onto the page by her.
Admittedly, he’d perfected the art of tuning her out when she started her tangents about the tasks. Not because it was of no interest to him, but rather he knew that she’d excel at any task she was given, and the details of how she was overpreparing could put a scarecrow to sleep.
“Eh? Oh, er--” Mason mumbled, succumbing to reality after being yanked from the daydream he was currently having. “Maybe just a little, but who can say, really?” He teased.
“What is the first task, anyway?”
❖ thalia:
“wow. you’ve been pretty busy with life then, hm?” thalia nods her head. she was glad that he kept good on their deal to separate and live their lives, become who they wanted to be, really get the chance to reach for their dreams. although she heard none of it after they broke up, she always held high hopes for him. always having the most faith in the male. “oh! yeah, of course.” she lets out a chuckle as he snaps the both of them back to reality. her parents were probably starting to wonder where she was as well, might even be wondering if she’d somehow gotten herself lost. “tomorrow sounds great! i don’t really have any set plans or schedules yet. not sure if i want to have one either, to be honest.” she paused to shake her head. “but anyway, yeah! let’s meet up tomorrow. would lunch be alright? or afternoon maybe? i’d suggest breakfast but i’m almost a hundred percent sure i won’t be getting out of bed until around ten.” she admits sheepishly while pulling out her phone. “here, call yourself on my phone so we can text maybe later when we’re both home? pick a place to go and all that?”
Aiden barely got any sleep that night. His palms were sweaty and his stomach was in knots at dinner, causing his mother to ask if everything was okay with her cooking (which of course, he replied that it was the best thing he’d eaten in years, because that’s what you do when you visit home once a year). He tossed and turned in bed that night and woke up almost every hour. Each time he awoke he would repeat to himself, “if I fall asleep now, I’ll have four hours of sleep... three hours... two hours... one hour...” and then the volume of his alarm caused his entire bedroom to vibrate. Needless to say, he was a nervous wreck. He hadn’t been on a date since whatever the last date he went on with Thalia was, and even though this couldn’t really be considered a date, it was as close to one as he’d come since going off to college five years ago.
After he tossed and turned for a good half hour after his alarm went off, he decided it was finally time to attempt to make himself look presentable. He took another shower, paired together every single outfit combination he had in his suitcase, made sure he had enough cologne on, but not, like, high-school-boy’s-locker-room enough. And then he brushed his hair and had to make sure that each individual hair was either standing up or laying down exactly how he wanted it.
“Guess this is as good as it’s gonna get,” he muttered to himself as he walked out the door, car keys in hand.
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❖ thalia:
thalia chuckled and nodded at his reason for being home. her own parents had done the same things as well, hence her decision to choose home to stay at while on break from work. “she really missed you then, i guess. how long’s it been since you’ve been around here?” she couldn’t help but ask curiously. it had been over a year for her since she visited home, which was why she was staying for long. recharging and re-energizing would be her excuse for it. no place like home and all the mumbo jumbo. “um, yeah- that sounds great.” she nods her head, feeling a little excitement to get to sit down and really catch up with him. “i’m not sure where the intimately set coffee shops here are anymore, but i’d love that! the supermarket isn’t really the best place for a catch up session, huh?” she chuckled softly. “when, um, when are you free?”
Aiden’s mind rattled at the question. How long had it been since he’d been home? The past few years of his life had been a blur. He immediately went from graduation, to college, to college graduation, to starting his job that, unbeknownst to Thalia, he’d just lost. Unfortunate, but not uncommon. Layoffs happen all the time for no real reason. He was actually in town to look for apartments closer to home in order to prevent having to live back at his parents’ house. “Um,” he hesitated. “I’ve pretty much been gone since we graduated high school, I usually only come home for a few days during the holidays.” Aiden always used Skype or FaceTime to excuse his overdrawn absence, despite his family telling him that video chatting didn’t compare to him actually being home.
“I’ve gotta get back home, my mom’s currently in the kitchen cooking dinner and I’ve probably been here too long as it is,” he replied. “Maybe we can meet up tomorrow?”
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