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[ indie rp blog for modern fem!jean. mun is 18+ || please read 'important' and 'about jean' pls pls pls ]

[shakesandnuggs]

so like i know i've been nonexistent i'm sorry i'll fix that soon

but i actually have a question -- does anyone play samurai warriors / dynasty warriors?

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Nothing is true; everything is permitted || yeagerin

[yeagerin-deactivated20150902]

      Everyone has been getting rather erstless. There had been no activity for a while, at least something major for them to actually worry about, and frankly it only made people around here more nervous. Like the calm before a storm, you can’t know when something is about to hit.

      And then she was to be included in a mission, albeit with Jean, but it was still a mission, which meant finally getting into some action. Erin was never one to keep still for long, anyway, and her very being seemed to shake with anticipation. The mission sounded easy enough, although Erin was always waiting for some trouble to come find her, it always seemed to happen. She was like a magnet, and something, even the tiniest glitch, could go wrong in a second. The girl was hoping nothing too serious would happen this time.

      She had been approached by Levi and was instructed to start packing, and that she would be accompanied by Jean. That, of course, got some groans of complaint from the grey-eyed girl, but Levi hear nothing of it, or more likely tuned it out. Mikasa hadn’t been comfortable with the idea of Erin going out without him, but the girl was stubborn when she wanted something and she wouldn’t stop until things went her way. And now there she was, done with her packing, and Jean by her side with the keys to their van.

      “Yeah, I’m ready.” Erin answered as she slung her bag over her shoulder, walking past the taller female and heading outside. 

      She was rather annoyed by sitting on the passenger side, and not being able to control the radio, but maybe that would cause less arguments between the two. Erin was in a rather good mood that day, and she wouldn’t allow anyone, not even Jean, to get under her skin right now. Of course, that didn’t mean Erin wouldn’t tease the girl constantly during the drive. It was in their nature to irritate each other. But it didn’t necessarily lead to a full-out argument, it was just for laughs, mostly.

      “Your taste in music better make up for that morning breath.” Erin waved her hand in front of her nose in exaggeration, then offered the other a pack of Tic-Tacs. "Seriously, did you not brush?"

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Ugh, man, Jean had been so wrong to have been so optimistic. It was way too early at this point to start this shit. She groaned, starting the car's engine. "We're starting this early?" she complained, popping a CD in the van's stereo system and shoving away the Tic-Tacs -- because she had brushed her teeth, thank you very much. "God, you don't even have reason to complain, since you constantly look like you've just survived a trek into the jungle all the time." 

She huffed, starting the CD. "Shitty ass breath and music taste to boot," she snorted, putting the car into drive and starting out of the empty lot they'd hid the van in, pulling onto the streets. She set her phone aside, already having programmed their route into the GPS prior to even getting into the vehicle. From the stereo system played classic Christmas tunes, performed by artists such as Ray Conniff and Bing Crosby and Sinatra.

"Tis the season," Jean grunted, already seeming to be in a better mood now that something more cheerful than Erin's sorry ass was livening the van. Okay, admittedly, Jean wasn't usually the sort to outwardly express an interest in the tunes -- but, fuck it. Sometimes, you needed a little Bing Crosby and David Bowie singing together to make the day significantly merrier and brighter.

And, well, if Erin seemed to have an issue with it, that was all the more of a bonus for Jean, wasn't it? If she had to spend four hours cooped up in an otherwise bleak van with the person who most drove her up the god damn wall, she might as well make the most of it.

[freeflowingfreckles]

Marco’s immensely grateful that Jean doesn’t call her out on the pair of parallel wet streaks on either side of her face, instead smiling more genuinely at her best friends’ enthusiasm. For a moment she considers telling the blonde she’ll pay herself, but the look in her eyes makes it clear that she’s already decided on their plans, and Jean’s nothing if not stubborn. It’s adorable.

And then before she can take a few steps forward with her backpack hooked over her shoulder she’s dragged to the counters and mirrors to inspect the damage. The silly grin on her face put in place by Jean’s words wavers a bit upon seeing her reflection, but she clears her throat a bit to dispel the pain that shoots through her chest upon catching a glimpse of her adam’s apple bobbing with a nervous gulp. Without further ado, she plops her bag beside the sink and gets to work on fixing herself up. As she toils away fixing the smudged black ring around her eyes, the blonde’s words draw a surprised chuckle from light pink lips. 

"T-Thanks.." Marco mumbles, nearly poking herself in the eye and internally scolding herself for her carelessness. "There was a dollar day sale at Goodwill last weekend. Came home with what a pirate would call ‘an impressive amount of booty.’" She giggles, sniffling a little before tossing her makeup kit into the front pouch of her backpack. 

"…M’ready. Let’s get outta here."

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Jean grins when she sees that so far she's doing a fairly decent job with putting a smile upon her best friend's face; because, really, that had been at the very top of her list of objectives. "Aw, really?" Jean asked in response to the Goodwill sale. "You'll have to bring me next time, I never hear about these thing on time."

As Marco finishes fixing the damage that her tears had done to her makeup, Jean gives it one last inspection, grinning wider when she finds that she likes what she sees. "Look at you, good as new!" she said, pleased. "You look fierce. I'm with you, I'm more than ready to scram." She stretches her arms real quick, rolling her shoulders, before beginning to make her exit out of the restroom, holding the door open for her friend.

As the two of them head down the hallway toward their exit, Jean takes a swig from her water bottle. "So, I managed to snag a coupon book from the bookstore the other day. Didn't have any coupons for McDonalds, but there's still some pretty good shit in there." She lets out a relieved sigh as she throws open the door out of the building, holding it open for Marco once again. "Do you have any other classes today? I just got outta this boring-ass lecture on some sort of science concept, or whatever. Fuck Gen-Eds, man."

Thankfully, their destination's just around the corner. Jean likes it when she doesn't have to walk far to places. "What're you up for doing after? Or do you just wanna head back to your place? You're totally welcome to head to mine. I got nothin' better to do."

[shakesandnuggs]

alright alright i got let go from my second job but they might take me back after the christmas season if other people quit bc they give so few hours to people to begin with so fingers crossed

i have this test tomorrow and i absolutely cannot fail it but im gonna do the replies i owe first and then go off to study.

[shakesandnuggs]

uuuugh okay you prob wont see much of me for the rest of the night unless for some reason i manage to miraculously finish my essay but it's stressing me the fuck out and i don't know what to do and i need to add another two pages worth to a thesis that is already flat and ugh ugh ugh. yeah. tomorrow night you'll prob def hear from me.

[freeflowingfreckles]

Neatly-trimmed nails burned angry red lines down freckle-dusted biceps as Marco does his — her; fuck what those girls said — best to stifle the sobs that shook her frame with her face buried in her forearms. It was ridiculous how easily she could be picked apart with a few words; nothing more than ugly sounds leaving an aesthetically beautiful mouth under control of a hideous mind. Gross. They were gross. She was gross, dang it; her face was burning up which meant it was all blotchy and puffy and the scratchy toilet paper she was using periodically to wipe her nose was beginning to hurt to use and her pride was aching just as badly as her head was and she cannot believe she was reduced to a blubbering pile of runny eyeliner and feelings on the cold tile floor of a gross bathroom stall.

The door opened and Marco jumped a bit, blocking out every other sound in a blind panic. Oh no, no, no, were they back for round two? Was what they said a few minutes ago not enough? A light knock on the stall door startles Marco out of her panic and a familiar voice calls out, both relieving and worrying the student. A part of her wants to open the door and rush out to cry some more on the blonde’s shoulder while another part would rather be left alone to wallow in her misery and for a while she torn, but she ultimately decides to hoist herself up in a tremendous effort. Without a mirror she can’t really tell how bad her eyeliner’s smudged or how bad she mussed up her hair with her hands, but Jean’s seen her at worse.. Right? That time she cried when they watched The Lion King counts, right?

With a deep breath she adjusts her bra under her sleeveless hoodie and opens the door; a watery smile plastered onto her face. "I-I want like twenty chicken n-nuggets. Can we go get some with a b-bigass—um, big as heck milkshake?"

[shakesandnuggs]

Jean gets a bit worried when Marco doesn't immediately answer, fidgeting and shifting her weight from one foot to the next. She doesn't know whether to attempt to call her out again, or to just wait it out, and so she is relieved when Marco finally emerges. It's incredibly apparent that she had been crying, but Jean doesn't even seem to care. She can't help but grin at Marco's response, placing her hands on her hips. "Hell yeah, we're getting fucking nuggets. An' the milkshake too, s'all on me, alright?"

She next offers a softer smile, and motions for her to come all the way out of the stall with her things. "C'mon, let's get you fixed up, first. You gotta go out there an' show the world that you're a strong as hell human being and anyone who disagrees ain't worth shit, yeah?" Jean doesn't really even give Marco the chance to follow out on her own -- she grabs her hands almost immediately after speaking, leading her to the counters. It's an easy fix for her hair, though the eye makeup may require a bit more effort. Jean isn't too worried though. It really isn't that bad.

"By the way, you look cute as hell," Jean continued more conversationally, leaning against the counter. "Totally serious, I swear. Where did you get the top?"

[sorava-archive]

Sora gave a huff of his own, only his was from laughter. "Yeah, it does." The girl didn’t look lost, but he couldn’t help wondering why she was in Cain Hall. It was for music majors, and at this time of night people used it to practice. His curiosity prompted him to ask.

"So what brings you here? I mean, I’ve never seen you before. And I know practically everyone in the music department."

[shakesandnuggs]

Jean shrugged her shoulders. Yeah, she wasn't a music major, but that didn't stop her from popping by. "Figured with all these music people practicin', I might get some background music to inspire me," she replied with a shrug. "I mean, it ain't the most ideal way to do it, 'specially when they fuck up or play a phrase over and over and over, but sometimes the music you know isn't enough. So I'm openin' my ears a little."

[rpfunstuff]

Bioshock Infinite Starters

"All I had were questions. But questions get you killed."

"Are you afraid of god?"

"Do you think…it’s possible to redeem the kind of things that we’ve done?"

"Give a man a little power; he falls in all kinds of love with himself."

"Go back to when he was born…and I’ll smother the son of a b*tch in his crib."

"Hello yourself. Keep your hands where I can see them."

"I appreciate a lady who appreciates VALUUUE!"

"I made it very clear that I don’t believe in the exercise."

"I’m not going on any walk with you. Your reputation is well established."

"If I get caught, it’s gonna be a very long time before we see each other."

"If we don’t watch out, we’re going to find ourselves in a kind of trouble you’ve never imagined."

"If you’re going to be a sore loser, then I shan’t do this again."

"Lives. Lived. Will live. Dies. Died. Will die."

"My debts were many. My options were few."

"Odd isn’t it? The way we finish each other’s sentences…"

"One doesn’t expect one’s corpse to look so…. lifeless."

"Stop asking what when the delicious question is when.”

"The only difference between past and present is semantics."

"There’s a world of difference between what we see, and what is."

"Time rots everything. Even hope."

"We swim in different oceans but land on the same shore."

"What I do, I do for love! What lion does not cringe to see their cub in pain?"

"What is this place? What are you planning to do to me?"

"What’s done is done. What’s done…WILL be done."

"When the body cries out, the spirit listens."

"With just a whisper, they’re all yours."

"You don’t want to be here when he gets here."

"You think a dip in the river is gonna wash away the things I’ve done?"

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Nothing is true; everything is permitted || yeagerin

yeagerin

Jean was getting a little stir crazy, in all honesty. It had been days since she'd last been let out -- or, at least, been allowed to stray far enough from home base for it to actually be considered a mission or an adventure of any sort. It was a total drag, to say the least. Furthermore, there was nothing to do -- well, short of research, at least, but even then, Armin had that covered. So that left Jean to watch over the animus and whoever the lucky bastard that got to use it was, and make sure their head didn't totally fry.

And, that was about as interesting as watching paint dry.

So, when Jean had finally been approached by their fearless leader to be told that she and Erin would be going out for another mission, Jean was rather overjoyed. She didn't even care, at that point, that her and Erin only got along one fourth of the time. Finally, all of that waiting was paying off. The location of some important artifact had been discovered through animus surfing and now Jean could actually go out and travel.

She listened to their instructions intently, despite knowing the gist of what was being said -- do quick reconnaissance before leaving, make sure home base was safe and secure before leaving, don't be stupid and reveal themselves and put everyone in danger, the usual. Jean had heard it all before. All she cared about was how to get there.

The location was four hours out, in New York, where apparently an ancestor of their friend in the animus had kept the First Civilization artifact for safe keeping. No big deal, hopefully. As long as they could get in, grab it, and get out without the templars getting in the way or finding out about the operation, it would be simple.

"You ready to go then?" Jean had asked Erin once she had finished lightly packing her things. She'd been given the keys to the incredibly inconspicuous white van that they had, for ease of travel (since, somehow, Abstergo had yet to figure out their trademark van and license plate number), and hell yes, she got to pick the music.

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classic me stressed myself tf out today so i'm gonna hold off on doing replies/starters either until tomorrow or until i get the two essays and the reading i have to do done, depending on how well i can discipline myself and how things wind up working out. tune in next time.

[rpfunstuff]

Bioshock Infinite Starters

"All I had were questions. But questions get you killed."

"Are you afraid of god?"

"Do you think…it’s possible to redeem the kind of things that we’ve done?"

"Give a man a little power; he falls in all kinds of love with himself."

"Go back to when he was born…and I’ll smother the son of a b*tch in his crib."

"Hello yourself. Keep your hands where I can see them."

"I appreciate a lady who appreciates VALUUUE!"

"I made it very clear that I don’t believe in the exercise."

"I’m not going on any walk with you. Your reputation is well established."

"If I get caught, it’s gonna be a very long time before we see each other."

"If we don’t watch out, we’re going to find ourselves in a kind of trouble you’ve never imagined."

"If you’re going to be a sore loser, then I shan’t do this again."

"Lives. Lived. Will live. Dies. Died. Will die."

"My debts were many. My options were few."

"Odd isn’t it? The way we finish each other’s sentences…"

"One doesn’t expect one’s corpse to look so…. lifeless."

"Stop asking what when the delicious question is when.”

"The only difference between past and present is semantics."

"There’s a world of difference between what we see, and what is."

"Time rots everything. Even hope."

"We swim in different oceans but land on the same shore."

"What I do, I do for love! What lion does not cringe to see their cub in pain?"

"What is this place? What are you planning to do to me?"

"What’s done is done. What’s done…WILL be done."

"When the body cries out, the spirit listens."

"With just a whisper, they’re all yours."

"You don’t want to be here when he gets here."

"You think a dip in the river is gonna wash away the things I’ve done?"

[darmani-remade-blog]

i wish real life was like animal crossing. surrounded by furries. nobody is transphobic. no crime. no murder. pretty music playing all the time. i give you a piece of fruit and you give me a fucking bathtub.

[jennieroleplays]

SEND MY MUSE A SENTENCE

"You’ve got to me kidding me."

"Get your ass in here now"

"What have I done now?"

"How old are you really?"

"I can’t believe you lied to me"

"Do you wanna build a snowman?"

"I can’t believe you lost him."

"I hate you."

"I love you."

"Please, don’t leave."

"I told you. I do give the best hugs."

"You so owe me."

"What’s a soulmate?"

"Would you kiss me in the rain?"

"Get off me."

"Leave me alone"

"What are you doing here?"

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Send me a ♥ and I will generate a number for what my muse will say to yours.

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Sentence Meme; Bastille edition

"You said you always had my back but how are we to know?"

"This is your heart, can you feel it?"

"I feel overjoyed when you listen to my words"

"You said we were born with nothing and we sure as hell have nothing now"

"Do you understand that we will never be the same again."

"The future’s in our hands and we will never be the same again."

"How am i going to get myself back home?”

"This is just another night and we’ve had many of them."

"If you had your gun would you shoot it at the sky?"

"But if you close your eyes, does it almost feel like nothing changed at all?"

"Does it almost feel like you’ve been here before?"

"Are you drifting way beyond what’s normal?"

"For you this is just a good time but for me this is what I call life."

"When you just can’t shake the weight of living."

"It’s been cold for years, won’t you let it lie?"

"Any opportunity you’re there but what is there to gain?"

"These streets are yours, you can keep ‘em. I don’t want them."

"We’ll walk upon these streets and think of little else."

"Get up off my feet and stop making tired excuses!"

"And passing through I think I see you in the shape of other women."

"Tell yourself this is how it’s going to be."

"Won’t you teach me how to love and learn."

"There’s a hole in my soul, I can’t fill it. Can you fill it?"

"Don’t listen to your friends, see the despair behind their eyes."

"Don’t listen to your friends, they only care once in a while."

"Look who’s digging their own grave."

"Dig them up; let’s finish what we started."

"Are you going to age with grace? Are you going to age without mistakes?"

"It’s not about control but I turn back when I see where you go."

"It’s harder than you think, telling dreams from one another."

"Tell me a piece of your history you’re proud to call your own."

"I’ll see you in the future when we’re older and we are full of stories to be told."

"All the things you’ve said and the things you’ve done…"

"Can you stand the person you’ve become?"

"Where do we begin, the rumble or our sins?"

"How am I going to be an optimist about this?"

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Angsty and Dark Sentence Starters

"Please, you've got to help me! I think he/she's dead!"

"It hurts..."

"No, don't touch me!"

"You're a monster!"

"I'm the monster? What about you?"

"They're coming after me."

"I never wanted you to get hurt."

"I trusted you."

"Please don't do this. Please."

"I don't believe you."

"Why can't you just believe me?!"

"I never loved you."

"Let me go!"

"If you scream, it'll be worse."

"If only someone loved you..."

"I'm not sorry."

"They want to hurt me!"

"Don't try to fix me."

"I don't feel anything."

"If you say a word, I'll slit your throat."

"Are you threatening me?"

"I hate you."

"Did you honestly think I ever cared?"

"This is wrong."

"You're dying."

"I'm dying."

"It was all an act."

"[insert name] is dead."