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also, if anyone knows of any groups.io-based or other PBEM RPs out there that are good, lemme know! i'm currently in two but looking for a third to round me out after one of my old ones went down.
(the current two are a meta-based game out of Washington, DC and a fantasy world with a lot of political intrigue - if you're interested in either [both are pbem] message me!)
hey guys, in light of the recent changes to Tumblr, and the fact that I've been barely hanging on here for a while anyway, I've decided to go ahead and cut the cord. some of you I already keep up with off-site, but if you want to keep in touch drop me a message and I'll give you my deets.
— 8 PEOPLE I’D LIKE TO KNOW BETTER !! ( repost, don’t reblog. )
ONE ( NAME / ALIAS ): silv/silvy
TWO ( BIRTHDAY ): 3/29
THREE ( ZODIAC SIGN ): Aries
FOUR ( HEIGHT ): 5’4″
FIVE ( HOBBIES ): drawing, reading sci-fi, binging curb your enthusiasm, finding new local craft beers i lovetodeath, writing! (obvs), video games (fps particularly), obsessively following the paul manafort trials
SIX ( FAVOURITE COLOUR(S) ): shades of blue or blue-green
SEVEN ( FAVOURITE BOOKS ): Neverwhere (Gaiman), Blink (Gladwell), The Leviathan (Corey), The Great Gatsby (Fitzgerald)
EIGHT ( LAST SONG LISTENED TO: landed by ben folds has been stuck in my head for a week
NINE ( LAST FILM WATCHED ): Mission Impossible: Fallout was just okay
TEN ( INSPIRATION FOR MUSE ): dante was originally inspired by a manga character, but i feel most inspired for him when listening to shitty house music.
ELEVEN ( DREAM JOB ): i totally want to grow up to be one of those people who runs a paint-and-sip
TWELVE ( MEANING BEHIND YOUR URL ): i am silvy and a fish, obv
Tagged by: @thecorteztwins
Tagging: @zzapzzaptasers, @morlockinpink, @eilidhink, @arcanelokadottir
zzapzzaptasers:
She just wants to go back to sleep, desperately, like when she wakes up from a nightmare and her heart is a painful alarm in her chest but she’s too exhausted to care. The floor is starting to look comfy, in that way that reminds her of being nearly black-out drunk and wanting to pass out in the grass of a stranger’s lawn, but Darcy still has enough common sense left in her to realize that she could possibly end up dead if she listens to the chaotic voice of her ID.
And this isn’t the way she wants to go, not when there are fun ways to die out there and she hasn’t even fucked an alien yet.
Slowly, she blinks in the sudden blinding light– everything feels slow like this, except the thudding of her heart – and takes in his appearance. How Darcy had confused him for Daken was a mystery, even in the most delirious of sleep-deprived states; where Dak was all lithe musculature when he wasn’t completely jacked, this guy was narrow and sharp and pale, his hair too short, too messy. Each part of him looked as if it was kept together with rubber bands wound too tightly – as if, any moment, he might snap and come undone entirely.
“M’Darcy.” Her voice is low, patient, slow as molasses, and almost kind, as if she were speaking to a wild, mangy dog who had snarled her into a corner.
“And if you’re not my husband an’ m’not yours, I guess the question of the hour is where are our husbands?”
It sounds dumb, even to Darcy’s ears, sleep muddled and bizarre. ‘Where are our husbands’, Lewis, really. You should just,like, apologize, all whoops sorry sometimes I just break into really nice places and fall into beds with strangers, I’ll just be leaving now but nah you ask where his husband is. Great.
His tongue pushed around the dead-things-and-cotton inside of his mouth, jaw working as he tried to push through the fog in his head to make sense of all this. Instead, his thoughts became mired in Pride and Prejudice quotes, whereupon he decided he should really stop letting DrunkDante decide what to queue up on Netflix at 3AM.
He took a long, thin breath - the kind that couldn’t be called deep for the way it whistled past his teeth - and slowly, thumbed the safety back on.
“Mine’s-” Wait. His brows furrowed as his gaze skated past her, taking in the otherwise empty bedroom with the understanding that the rest of the apartment was just the same way. His cheeks puffed out, and he shifted the gun sight to take her out of it. “Not’ere.” A statement of the obvious that was more irritating than anything, now that he was thinking about it, watching her, realizing.
“Workin,” He settled on, as things started to come together a little easier in his head, and he tipped the pistol fully away from her.
“You don’ live’ere.” The realization came half as accusation, not least of all for the way he squinted at her. Or, at least, she was new. Or maybe one of those people, who had their groceries delivered and worked from home and never left the ho-
Stop describing yourself.
“Do you?” Came as a less certain, more skeptical followup.
{ Send me a state of dress - half-dressed, formal, underwear, etc. - to meet my character in that state}
Screw you, fascist!
indie rp blog for Sarah Rushman aka Marrow. Marvel 616 compliant with little canon divergences. Multiverse, mutuals only. I play her as pan & poly. NO -18!!! dark nsfw themes on the blog. Stay safe.
Chris Pine plays kiss, marry and kill. Chrises Edition.
the correct answer now i’m picturing Chris Pine three times widowed wearing his black veil and his fur coat
Don’t forget all the diamonds
youtubing korean asmr cooking videos is the best way to chill
trying to will myself to post today...this past week and a half has been consuming.
Reblog this if you have an OC who plays in the Marvel fandom
@zzapzzaptasers this is like a week and a half after getting them done - no chips, no breakage, and they're my real nails under there! I one million percent recommend gel powder/dip powder gel nails to anyone who has trouble growing their nails out because I can't get mine anywhere near this length before they break without gel :/ END SOAP BOX
@drorah and I did a thing today!
Send me ¥
purplepimpryda:
And my muse will blurt out the first thing they think of when seeing your muse.
MUSE BODY LANGUAGE.
BOLD/ITALICISE WHAT YOU APPLY TO YOUR MUSE. REPOST, DO NOT REBLOG!
TAGGED BY: technically @zzapzzaptasers said U so w/e mine now TAGGING: all y’all
DEFENSIVENESS: arms crossed on chest // crossing legs // fist-like gestures // pointing index finger // karate chops // stiffening of shoulders // tense posture // curling of lip/baring of teeth
REFLECTIVE: hand to face gestures // head tilted // stroking chin // peering over glasses // taking glasses off — cleaning // putting earpiece of glasses in mouth // pipe smoker gestures // putting hand to the bridge of nose // pursed lips // knitted brows
SUSPICION: arms crossed // sideways glance // touching or rubbing nose // rubbing eyes // hands resting on weapon //brows rising // lips pressing into a thin line // strict unwavering eye contact //wrinkling of nose
OPENNESS & COOPERATION: open hands // upper body in sprinters position // sitting on the edge of a chair // hand-to-face gestures // unbuttoned coat // tilted head // slacked shoulders // droopy posture // feet pointed outward // palms flat and facing outward
CONFIDENCE: hands behind back // hands on lapels of coat // steepled hands // baring teeth in a grin // rolling shoulders // tipping head back but maintaining eye contact // chest puffed up/shoulders back // arms folded just above navel
INSECURITY & ANXIETY: chewing pen or pencil // rubbing thumb over opposite thumb // biting fingernails // hands in pockets // elbow bent/closed gestures // clearing throat // “whew” sound // picking or pinching flesh // fidgeting in chair // hand covering mouth whilst speaking // poor eye contact // tugging at pants whilst seated // jingling money in pockets // tugging at ear // perspiring hands // playing with hair // swaying // playing with pointer/marker // smacking lips // sighing // rocking on balls of feet // flexing fingers sporadically
FRUSTRATION: short breaths // “tsk” sounds // tightly clenched hands // fist-like gestures // pointing index finger // running hand through hair // rubbing back of neck // snarling // revealing teeth/grimacing // sharp-eyed glowers with notable tension in brows // shoulders back, head up - defensive posturing // clenching of jaw/grinding of teeth // nostrils flaring // heavy exhales
honestly just sitting over here dying @ all these pineapple pizza posts
@silvyfish from [x]
Sleep claimed her before she even fully crashed into the bed, gentle – or as gentle as one could be when surviving off McDonalds coffee and anxiety for two days. It had been a stretch of all their abilities and patience, but Jane’s ultimate project had been finished (atleast, until the next ultimate project had been done), and Darcy had happily walked away from the lab, happy and delirious and maybe after having had two celebratory shots of Tequila.
Things didn’t look familiar. Or, they sort of did and Darcy had banked off of sort of until she found a bed that sort of looked familiar. Later, if someone had asked (and they were certain to) how she’d come to that particular bed in that particular penthouse that she had no business being in, she wouldn’t have been able to answer. Hell, if you’d asked her as she settled herself down into the cool, soft sheets that whispered in a way she’d never heard before as they rustled, she wouldn’t have been able to tell anyone. It was if Darcy had a GPS in her head that operated when nothing else did, and she’d simply instructed closest comfiest bed, and here she was.
Sleep welcomed her.
Unconsciousness was all she knew.
But the click of a safety on a gun is something that disrupts even Darcy’s sleep, and she rolls over in an instant, wide-eyed, desperately taking in the strange man while she echoed his earlier mantra of shit, shit shit.
Hands up, she falls from the bed in a tangle of sheets she shouldn’t even be able to look at for fear she’d dirty them.
“Wow, you are not my husband. Wow. Shit.”
The answer he got was startling, confusing, and maybe just a bit more irritating than if she had been an intruder hellbent on wedging a knife between his ribs. At least then he could have shot her and shed some of this nervous energy fighting its way through the thick haze of sleep deprivation that left his tongue hot and dry in his mouth and his eyes stinging. Nevertheless, they glinted electric as the lights in the bedroom flickered on, giving him at least a better look at the woman who’d all but literally fallen into his bed.
He was still pretty sure that excuse wouldn’t fly if Dallas came home right at that moment.
“No shit, you ain’t mine either.” Which didn’t answer the question, except that in a way it kind-of-almost did. Sort of.
His heart was still racing, a panicked rabbit in his chest scratching and scrabbling to get out, and Dante had to force himself to keep his finger off the trigger, on the guard, fighting years of learned behavior for the rational part of his brain that recognized what it meant that her hands were in the air. That her tone wasn’t aggressive, but if anything, as confused and tired as his own.
The fog was still heavy in his head. “Who are you,” He repeated, careful this time to make sure he enunciated well enough to be understood.
Getting to know you Questions for the Mun!
🎂- When’s your birthday?
👨👩👧👦- What’s your family like?
🐶- Favorite animal?
🔶- Favorite color(s)?
🎥- Favorite movie?
📺- Favorite TV show?
🎞- Favorite cartoon/anime?
🍔- Favorite food?
🍦- Favorite ice cream flavor?
🍭- Favorite candy?
🍸- Do you drink?
👣- What do you like to do in your spare time?
⚽️- Do you like any sports?
🎮- Favorite video game(s)?
⛪️- Are you religious?
⌛️- Last thing you did before logging in?
🎈- Share a childhood memory!
🛍- What was the last purchase you made for?
💸- If you had a billion dollars and could only spend it, what would you buy first?
🖌- Are you artsy?
❤️- How would you describe yourself?
💛- How do other people describe you?
⭕️- Favorite Pokemon?
💠- what is the Most expensive thing you own?
⚜- What is the most precious thing you own?
🐻- Do you have any stuffed animals?
🐝- Favorite season?
🐋- share a Weird/funny story?
