Death Doesn't Discriminate

Independent and Selective cisbent Barry "Bree" Allen. Written by Ashlynn AKA Actual Trash

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I might just have to move Bree this blog is a freaking disaster

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@oftaskforce

She shifts back and forth nervously, trying to stop her hands from tapping at an abnormally fast pace. Bree’s always been a terrible liar, yet somehow she’s never been great at telling the truth either. She’s tired of lying but she’s tired of putting people in danger and it’s this internal dilemma that Patty walks in on.

“Oh! Hey Patty.”

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WHOOPS BREE IS BACK ANYONE WANT A STARTER?

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@scarletpawn ♥’d for a starter

             ❝ -          okay. Just       give me a second to      get my bearings        oh god……                                                                               OKAY. Okay, lunch is secure. ❞

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She grins at him, taking a step back just in case any chunks are spewed.

“You handled it better than most.”

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@sithism

“So let me get this straight. If I want to use the force using any emotions whatsoever I’m a part of the dark side?”

[lannasroleplaymemes]

Write me the saddest drabble you can think of involving our Muses.

You can put it in my submit box or just tag me in it. Just hurt me.

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DEAR EVERY FELICITY THAT FOLLOWS ME BOTH BREE AND I HAVE A LOT OF FEELINGS ABOUT ARROW THAT WE’D LIKE TO GET OUT THROUGH ROLEPLAY

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Send me “What is wrong with you?” and a number, and I’ll write a violent starter or drabble

1. Your muse wakes to mine sharpening a knife 2. My muse wakes to your muse sharpening a knife 3. Your muse throws a punch at mine 4. My muse throws a punch at yours 5. My muse waits in the dark for your muse 6. Your muse waits in the dark for mine 7. My muse garrottes yours with wire 8. Your muse garrottes mine with wire 9. Your muse injects mine with a mysterious substance 10. My muse injects yours with a mysterious substance

[the-write-ideas]

Your character sees mine without a shirt on and sees they've got a freshly dressed bandage that is bleeding through.

Send “You’re bleeding.. How did that happen?” for my character’s response.  

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@liivemore

Her eyes quickly drift to the dead body in the corner, mouth watering just slightly. It’s been far too long since she actually ate, and she’s starving. That’s the problem with grave robbing, it only works every once in a while.

“Olivia Moore? Brianna Allen, Forensics with the police.”

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@littlehiddenarrow

“That’s a nice Flash figurine you’ve got there.”

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@iccrus

Her fist clenches for just a moment, obviously a little tense. There’s something about being lost on a strange planet that’ll tense you up just a little, and the man she’s run into has a feeling about him that runs a shudder through her spine.

“Sorry.”