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01. mature and triggering content might appear. 02. since january 2020. single-muse, multiverse. 03. reblog to get a pre-established 300+ starter.
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marisol knows that if the room was spinning, it could mean two things. one was that the other could be sick, or the other could be that they have drunk too much alcohol. she tilts her head slightly before reaching over to touch the other’s forehead gently. “you’re not… sick or anything, right? you didn’t drink too much, i hope…” her forehead didn’t seem warm to her so could it be that they had drunk too much?
She had drank too much. Point blank. The room – no the world – was spinning around so much it was like riding the Teacups at Disneyland again. How fun. Sunmi chuckled and latched herself to Marisol’s arm, least she fall to the ground like a child learning to walk.
Somehow it was Marisol she called for help to get her home, speaking to her in a very slurred Mandarin before hanging up. It was all so confusing, really, this drunken state of hers, but Sunmi giggled away and spoke nothing but gibberish.
“I drank… plenty..” Sunmi mumbled. “How wa.. was my… China, Teacher?”
she chuckles softly and puts their arm around her neck. the smell of her breathe really did put her off but she wanted to try her best to help the other get out of harms way. “is your place far from here?” she tilts her head slightly and starts to walk slow enough that sunmi wasn’t tumbling everywhere.
“ah.. i’ve been fine! have you been using your chinese lately?” she chuckles softly, “i’m just kidding! lets not talk about school.. or work? were you just celebrating?”
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ahh! hi everyone!! i’m so sorry for being so absent for the past couple of weeks. my mental health really got drained for a bit but i am up and running again and ready to rp! i will reply to threads i owe so don’t worry about that! also if you would like a starter, feel free to like this post and i’ll come up with something! thank you everyone for waiting so patiently ;v; !!
ahh! hi everyone!! i’m so sorry for being so absent for the past couple of weeks. my mental health really got drained for a bit but i am up and running again and ready to rp! i will reply to threads i owe so don’t worry about that! also if you would like a starter, feel free to like this post and i’ll come up with something! thank you everyone for waiting so patiently ;v; !!
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Taeyong knew that walking on the streets on his own and in broad daylight was dangerous but he was tired of being locked up in the studio and pretty much pulling a blank on his newest song so there he was, walking aimlessly with an iced drink in a hand and his phone in the other when he felt a tap on his shoulder that made him stop walking and instinctively turned his head to look at the woman.
“ Uh… ” He hesitated and lowered his head in hopes that his cap would cover more of his face without looking too suspicious, “ No, i don’t think so. I’ve being told i have a familiar face quite often though. ” was his ( lame ) attempt of an explanation.
“o-oh...” she frowns slightly. mistakes happen if some people look a like from time to time. at the same time, it may have been a while since she had seen the person, she couldn’t remember exactly how they looked like. “i thought you were someone i knew though, they do dress up themselves somewhat like how you are dressing up!” she chuckles softly and looks around.
“if you don’t mind me asking... where are you currently headed?”
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My name’s Octave/Sinaran/Bitch and this is a promo for my multimuse RP blog. You have a grand selection of six muses to choose from. Yes, six! We got Italian musicians, sad-girl musicians, alien musicians, heck, even an alien superhero! We also got an engineering student who got kicked out of their house for not being good enough, and an actor-turned babysitter who once attempted murder. Sound like your type of muses? Guess what! I’m non-selective, and not even mutuals only! Amazing, huh?
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isn’t 25 a little old to be roleplaying lmao
Wow. Okay. Breathes and tries to contain my anger bc as I age I DO actually see the rampant ageism in the rpc, an example exhibited here. And clearly it goes beyond just FCs and preferred character types. It’s toward muns too.
The fact is, there is no magic age where you wake up and say “that’s it!!! I will not write in this social community I helped build and heavily contributed to for almost a decade anymore”!!! There is no age when you tell yourself you’re “too old” for things that bring you pleasure, joy and freedom. You’re in for such a rude awakening when you discover 25 is far from old and 30 is literally just a meaningless number. Why is everyone on this website so afraid of aging? It’s scary how often I see people weaponize age as if it’s even relevant or a good argument to make.
Look, I understand that millennials and gen zs have this like.. barrier. A line around the ages 22-25 where people feel separation because our experiences are different but people! CAN STILL COEXIST AT THE SAME TIME! I can be close as fuck to someone 18-19 and call them a good friend and learn from them and vice versa. Generational gaps do not automatically equate to not being able to relate to one another!!!! Why do you hate people in this community so much just because they’re not in your perfect age range? What makes you think you’re automatically better than someone in this community just because they have a few years on you? It literally means nothing. And it sounds to me like you have some internalized hatred for the hobby you enjoy that you’re projecting onto me (and others in my age bracket) that just don’t care anymore and live freely on this website trying to fucking create.
I wish people didn’t have to write 21+ on their app to feel comfortable. I wish people didn’t have to live in fear of being ostracized online in a community they’ve felt safe in for some, past a decade now, just because they’re not in college anymore. Let people fucking live if they’re not hurting anyone loser.
estellaires:
𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍'𝐒 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐏 on her arm, Stella’s hand stops itself, mere inches away from clicking the bright green call button on her phone screen. Her mind takes a moment to wrap itself around the other’s words, a surge of questions ERUPTING in the forefront of her conscience before she shoves them to the side, turning her attention to the stranger next to her. The question readied on her tongue dies the second Stella sees some of the smaller scratches on the woman’s arm slowly but surely closing up under the light her phone provided. At this discovery, Stella stares at the other with a mixture of bewilderment and perhaps even…relief. There was something oddly comforting about knowing that the woman wasn’t ordinary, either.
❝ I suppose you’re right, ❞ Stella sighs, pocketing her phone as she shifts to face the other woman once more. ❝ Although, I can’t leave you here like this. You may not need an ambulance anytime soon, but that doesn’t mean that you aren’t vulnerable. ❞ She stares at the woman, chewing her lip as she contemplates. ❝ If your home is far from here, I wouldn’t mind letting you stay at my place for the mean time, as long as that’s okay with you? ❞
she was relieved that the other didn’t ask for more information. she looks at her arms, and she notices that her arms were slowly closing up as if nothing was wrong with her in the first place. hopefully, it wasn’t too... out of the ordinary to be healing a lot faster than a normal human being.
“ah.. you’re absolutely right about that.” she frowns slightly. where was she exactly? she thinks back to before the incident happened that she encounters with those people. “ah...” scrunching up her nose, she frowns slightly, “i think i’m a little bit far... from home.. but.. if you don’t mind me staying with you... if not, of course, i just need to rest up a bit longer before i can go anywhere.”
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“It’s definitely a wet dog smell.” Yeong Mi knew this smell all too well; years and years of dogs pissing on her roots made the smell unfortunately unforgettable. The smell would come and go, with the breeze. She decided to let it go for now. “I just hope we aren’t getting followed.” she sighed and glanced around once more to make sure there was no one behind them.
Oh, if only she had been wrong.
The woman’s eyes glanced down to the slender feet of her companion and shook her head. “I don’t know how you are still walking in those heels.” Clattering against cracked cement, her uneven steps looked the opposite of graceful compared to Marisol’s gentle fluidity. “I must have drank too much. I feel like a slug. A sleepy slug.” she droned while stretching her neck back and forth. Her drunken stupor preventing her from noticing any danger behind them. “I could nap right here.”
“but.. why would we be followed?” she tilts her head slightly, before gasping loudly and pointing at the other, “unless you have done something wrong and people are looking for you!” she takes a moment or two before chuckling quietly and waving her hand slightly, “i’m just kidding! i promise... you.. that no one is actually looking for us.”
she looks down, she hadn’t really noticed that it might be a bit abnormal to not complain about how she’s still walking in heels. marisol puffs up her cheeks slightly, “you did actually! you had... two...? bottles... of wine?” she tilts her head slightly, “ah.. but you shouldn’t nap here!”
her place wasn’t too far from where they were. her parents had lectured her all too many times to not let people in her place, especially for those she wasn’t too close with. however, she couldn’t just leave the other there. “we could ah... go to.. my place.” she stands beside the other, patting their back gently, “it’s like.. 10? 15 minute walk from here! it’ll be better than going somewhere else right?”
creative slumps, writer’s blocks, having difficulty with writing… all of these are natural things that happen to a writer ! take a breath and remember to be patient with yourself. INSPIRATION WILL COME BACK TO YOU ! and you will be okay. ♡
eep!! just a quick update on everything. i wanted to tell everyone that i’m not ignoring them or anything like that but my anxiety being on this account has spiked for some reason for the past couple days and everytime i log in, i go ‘alksdjlfkjaslkdjflkjasdlkjflkajsdlkjfasldkjfalskdjflkasjdlfj’ (do you know that feeling? because T^T....) so i will take a quick little break, and hopefully it will calm down within a couple of days. i hope everything is well and such and we’ll see again very soon! thank you!
