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( semi hiatus. )

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Don’t wanna get into your teacher’s bed to fix a failing grade? That creep from work finally cross a line? Fallen out of love with the woman in your life? Well that’s no problem, ‘cause these two will take care of all that & more! — INDIE DUAL MUSE ROLEPLAY BLOG. Original character based. Like / reblog if you’re interested in interacting.

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Don’t wanna get into your teacher’s bed to fix a failing grade? That creep from work finally cross a line? Fallen out of love with the woman in your life? Well that’s no problem, ‘cause these two will take care of all that & more! — INDIE DUAL MUSE ROLEPLAY BLOG. Original character based. Like / reblog if you’re interested in interacting.

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Don’t wanna get into your teacher’s bed to fix a failing grade? That creep from work finally cross a line? Fallen out of love with the woman in your life? Well that’s no problem, ‘cause these two will take care of all that & more! — INDIE DUAL MUSE ROLEPLAY BLOG. Original character based. Like / reblog if you’re interested in interacting.

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Don’t wanna get into your teacher’s bed to fix a failing grade? That creep from work finally cross a line? Fallen out of love with the woman in your life? Well that’s no problem, ‘cause these two will take care of all that & more! — INDIE DUAL MUSE ROLEPLAY BLOG. Original character based. Like / reblog if you’re interested in interacting.

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Don’t wanna get into your teacher’s bed to fix a failing grade? That creep from work finally cross a line? Fallen out of love with the woman in your life? Well that’s no problem, ‘cause these two will take care of all that & more! — INDIE DUAL MUSE ROLEPLAY BLOG. Original character based. Like / reblog if you’re interested in interacting.

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Don’t wanna get into your teacher’s bed to fix a failing grade? That creep from work finally cross a line? Fallen out of love with the woman in your life? Well that’s no problem, ‘cause these two will take care of all that & more! — INDIE DUAL MUSE ROLEPLAY BLOG. Original character based. Like / reblog if you’re interested in interacting.

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Don’t wanna get into your teacher’s bed to fix a failing grade? That creep from work finally cross a line? Fallen out of love with the woman in your life? Well that’s no problem, ‘cause these two will take care of all that & more! — INDIE DUAL MUSE ROLEPLAY BLOG. Original character based. Like / reblog if you’re interested in interacting.

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Don’t wanna get into your teacher’s bed to fix a failing grade? That creep from work finally cross a line? Fallen out of love with the woman in your life? Well that’s no problem, ‘cause these two will take care of all that & more! — INDIE DUAL MUSE ROLEPLAY BLOG. Original character based. Like / reblog if you’re interested in interacting.

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Don’t wanna get into your teacher’s bed to fix a failing grade? That creep from work finally cross a line? Fallen out of love with the woman in your life? Well that’s no problem, ‘cause these two will take care of all that & more! — INDIE DUAL MUSE ROLEPLAY BLOG. Original character based. Like / reblog if you’re interested in interacting.

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Don’t wanna get into your teacher’s bed to fix a failing grade? That creep from work finally cross a line? Fallen out of love with the woman in your life? Well that’s no problem, ‘cause these two will take care of all that & more! — INDIE DUAL MUSE ROLEPLAY BLOG. Original character based. Like / reblog if you’re interested in interacting.

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Don’t wanna get into your teacher’s bed to fix a failing grade? That creep from work finally cross a line? Fallen out of love with the woman in your life? Well that’s no problem, ‘cause these two will take care of all that & more! — INDIE DUAL MUSE ROLEPLAY BLOG. Original character based. Like / reblog if you’re interested in interacting.

[catharsii-deactivated20190209]

I remember everything. The sound of their voices. The chill in the room. But mostly, I remember you. I remember worrying you were cold. I wanted to reach out and touch you. Protect you. From that day forward I never wanted to leave your side. 

I understand now… where this will end.

independent multimuse blog featuring teddy flood and other muses from westworld, dragon age, twd and more. loved and adored by hime!

[acadiian]

No snappy summary, I’m just personally a fan of open-ended memes. If you’re a person similarly waiting for express invitations to ramble and rant, do with this what you will. 

1. Talk about a favorite portion of your muse’s canon 2. Talk about a least favorite portion of your muse’s canon 3. Talk about an underrated / overlooked trait your muse possesses  4. Talk about an aspect of your characterization that’s entirely your own creation ( or based off of so little canon it might as well be ) 5. Talk about an unpopular headcanon / view on your muse you have 6. Talk about an au you’d love to do more with / expand / explore / etc 7. Talk about what changes you would make to canon, if any, in regards to your muse 8. Talk about what relationships your muse needs more / any of 9. Talk about characters you’d love to see blogs for / interact with, within your fandom or no 10. Talk about a piece of media your muse loves, and why 11. Talk about a piece of media your muse hates, and why 12. Talk about an au you’ll likely never do much with, but love regardless 13. Talk about your muse after a great deal of positive development 14. Talk about your muse after a great deal of negative development 15. Talk about your muse’s family 16. Talk about an aspect of your muse ( kinds of relationships, emotions, periods of their life, etc ) you’ve yet to explore as much as you’d like 17. Talk about an interest / passion / etc your muse possesses that others would be surprised by 18. Talk about your characterization in relation to fanon 19. Talk about your muse’s ultimate fates, if any are established, both in canon and other verses / aus - hows and whys, and if you find them fitting 20. Talk about someone your muse loves 21. Talk about someone your muse hates 22. Talk about your muse’s health, physical and mental 23. Talk about a blog you, the mun, admire 24. Talk about a muse your muse admires 25. Talk about a dynamic / plot you’ve been wanting to play for awhile  26. Talk about your muse and a means of personality assessment ( MBTI, Astrology, etc ), and how accurate or inaccurate their canonical placement is / what you headcanon it to be and why 27. Talk about a strictly internal personal characteristic that prevents your muse from accomplishing something 28. Talk about something your muse doesn’t want to talk about 29. Talk about some mind-numbingly small and insignificant detail(s) / headcanon about your muse that won’t come up in threads, but lurks in the background 30. Talk about your muse’s coping mechanisms 31. Talk about a positive event in your muse’s life 32. Talk about a negative event in your muse’s life 33. Talk about your muse’s skills 34. Talk about your muse’s gaps in knowledge / weaknesses / things entirely out of their wheelhouse 35. Talk about your muse and a misconception of theirs  36. Talk about something paradoxical or conflicted in your muse 37. Talk about your muse’s life had [any one event / asker’s choice] happened differently, or not at all 38. Talk about your muse and expression - artistic, verbal, physical, a lot, none, etc 39. Talk about who your muse wishes they could be 40.  Talk about your muse and (asker’s choice, wild card, free space, go nuts)

[dmbakura]

do u ever see someone elses headcannon for ur fave character and its like….. i completely respect that u have the right to that headcannon, i will not confront u at all and start needless bullshit over that headcannon…. but i will silently sit here and give you the sideways glance of the century

[seraphichost-moved-blog]

rping with adhd

[gjengivelsearchived]

seraphicwrites:

starting a reply and then pausing to check your dash and never returning

and then when you do go back you forget where you were going with the reply

saving all your replies in your drafts to ‘do later’ and never doing them

thinking about saving your drafts and saying you’ll remember it and the not remembering it

writing a sentence and then thinking of something cool to say later on mid-sentence and writing that instead and then never going back to finish your first sentence

30 different tabs open at all times

stopping replying to format posts/themes instead

putting things in your likes to reblog later but never doing it

10 different tags for one type of post

missing out a detail in a reply because you only skimmed it bc you don’t have the attention-span to read a long-ass para

i literally stopped writing this post for about half an hour because i started dash browsing how do i get anything done

[sschnsucht-blog]

     ┊ ✎ LIA.

It was TRUE. Being in this place had made her start to wonder whether she’d been the one in the WRONG all along. Whether she really HAD imagined all that had happened to her, and her foster father had done this as a KINDNESS, rather than as a way to get rid of the evidence.

No… she couldn’t believe that. She REFUSED to. No matter what happened in here, she wanted to stay herself. To not GIVE IN. It got more difficult each day, though. 

And whatever had just happened made everything that much harder. Was it some kind of ATTACK..? Or something else? She didn’t know. All she knew was that she had to get OUT of here.

At his question, she nodded, BITING on her lower lip. 

                “I… I do. At least, I have SOME idea.                There’s these VENTS… i-if we can get                 the covers off, I think… I think we can                 CRAWL through–” 

She paused, tilting her head as she tried to get a BETTER look at him.

               “Wh.. what’s your NAME? M-mine’s                 LIA.” 

     he gets it. her skepticism is not unearned. he’s not exactly prince charming or a shining white knight. not particularly STRONG or tall, not particularly handsome. probably doesn’t even look human right now. his eyes are dry and bloodshot after having been kept propped open by the asylum’s instruments, felt like they were bugging out of his skull, like they were going to fall out. and his throat is itchy, voice hoarse from all the screaming he did. there’s blood on his uniform that he can’t pinpoint to any one source. he knows what he looks like. it’s inevitable when the asylum played its sad song on his body, a song of DEATH, and agony, and greed.

     “aam... um,” he struggles for a second, nose scrunching as he refocuses. right. waylon park, husband of lisa park, father of derek and milo park. depressed. anxious. obsessive-compulsive. a WHISTLEBLOWER.

     “WAYLON. aam waylon.”

     he feels he’s not really strong enough to pull the covers off a vent, but telling her that would not be a good idea, so he fiddles with the sagging fabric of his jumper as he leads her a little ways down the hall. all around them there are screams and cries. the vents above them shake, and then RED oozes out through the cracks. it might be something he needs to worry about when his reaction is to side-step the puddle on the floor like it’s second nature. that’s something to worry about if he makes it out.

     “we don’t usually keep female employees around,” he remarks, a little bit of curiosity in his voice. “employees an’ patients started gettin’ pregnant out of nowhere. phantom pregnancies, they called ‘em.” but lia wasn’t pregnant, now was she. “ye must’ve nae been here long, huh?”

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     ┊ ✎ MILES.

     Perhaps surprisingly, Miles can be a good listener when the mood strikes him. He’d argue that such a trait shouldn’t come as a shock, considering he pays attention to people for a living, but he would also find himself having to admit that he does have a tendency to talk back. Now he’s silent, contemplative. There’s something reassuring about listening to Waylon speak so animatedly, to hear his voice tinged with something other than its usual overtones of melancholy. He sounds happy, for once, and Miles finds himself unwilling to break the spell of reminiscence. He nuzzles into the juncture of Waylon’s neck and shoulder, presses a fond smile into the skin there as he observes the picture from this new perspective.

     He’s only a little bit jealous that the people in the photograph still make Waylon so happy. That he’s never once heard himself spoken of with such tender regard. That Waylon’s heart is still so clearly ensnared within his family’s fingers.

     It’s only a little bit of resentment. Enough to swallow back down to where it will rest until it chokes him.

     “I like it when you ramble,” he murmurs with a smirk. “I should make you nostalgic more often.”

     It’s only a little bit of remorseful envy.

     “Do you miss them, still?” Miles asks, voice going uncharacteristically soft around the question. “If you could go back – would you?” If Lisa walked through the door right now and opened her arms for you would leave you me? Would you rather be back with them than stuck with me?

     “To that day, I mean.”

     “ugh, miles...” waylon rolls his eyes. “yoo’re just sayin’ ‘at.”

     waylon wonders if there’s something miles isn’t saying. he only wonders for a second, and then the thought is gone. no need to suspect the intentions behind the question, because if miles had something nasty to say, he wouldn’t hesitate to say it. miles is genuinely interested. he’s happy to listen to waylon ramble about something silly like this. he definitely isn’t bitter or envious at all, and definitely isn’t asking because he’s testing how committed waylon is to him, or if waylon’s still in love with lisa. miles is snuggled close and smiling into the crook of his neck. totally comfortable. nothing to suspect.

     {( seriously, park? what sort of guy likes to hear his boyfriend talking about his ex the way you do? )} well... no guy! but that’s not the point.

     “ah think i’d like tae,” he says, leaning back a little to take up more of miles’ personal space. “everything was different. mah in-laws didn’t talk tae me like they thought ah was gonna hop off a bridge at any given moment. lisa didn’t start her phone calls with ‘are ye good t’hae th’ boys over this weekend?’ ah still had both mah legs.” he laughs softly at that. “skiin’ might be a little tough now, and so would walkin’ through knee-high snow.”

     his hand trails around his and lisa’s smiling faces. “ah miss when things were normal.”