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@mcusers​ found a starter more precious than a diamond mine! (maybe Betty but super flexible because inspiration is fun when it hits you like a mine cart)

It was a discovery that Doc wasn’t too ready to share with his brothers. They were beautiful crystals but fairly worthless in comparison to what they mined. Tapping his nail against the stone, it resonated a beautiful chime that lingered in the air. He held it to the sunlight and let the purple light dance against his other hand.  “S’real pretty,” His voice shook. “Goodness... They’re gonna sonder- erm, wonder where I- Oh... Oh, you’re watchin’ me prattle, aren’t ya. Ya wanna see?” Myth said a dwarf would usually hide their treasure but this was too beautiful not to share. Doc held the crystal outwards. “Careful. Sharp bits.”

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@mcusers​ asked:

" i love you. " from Betty

Doc had essentially locked these feelings in a tiny chest and ignored them. Working alongside Betty was fulfilling. It kept him rushing out of the cottage so he could focus on a different kind of work. It was an odd work, but he liked it and his old expertise was used. He promised himself this was to give Betty what she truly deserved. Nobody needed to feel the pain that he did. He paused and glanced up from the desk, fixing his glasses slightly. He wanted to ask her to repeat the words but it would only delay his reaction so there really wasn’t a point. He just needed to find that courage. It was there. Doc just had to pull it out. “Betty...” His voice cracked. “I...” Where did he start? “I love you too.” That was always the best place to start, of course. The truth. He started playing with his hands nervously and looked away. “I love ya. I really do. You’re special. Real special lass. Found myself smitten wit’ ya... We’ve seen some sad things. Fell down. An’ I think you’re gonna stand up ‘gain. Jus’ takes time... M’gonna keep helpin’. ‘Sides, uh...” He started to laugh. “I kinda like findin’ things for ya. Real challenge... an’ when it makes ya smile...” He wanted to melt.

[opportunistic-chicanery]

@mcusers​ for Wicked:

“Have I ever told you how much I love it when you’re scheming?”

[phantosm]

🔥 roleplaying!

Send me a “ 🔥 “ for an unpopular opinion.

I'm gonna incorporate character creation into the roleplaying category. As someone who usually makes ocs, I pick up on trends or variations on trends a lot in the rp community. It seems a lot of people want to go the creepypasta sexy man route lately? I mean filling in a ton of baseline character questions with ??? or "unknown" to make them seem mysterious, trying to write some kind of unknowable horror diety. They have a whole host of powers described... vaguely as possible to make sure it can fit any situation, and constantly post musings about death and what a big bad tough guy CreepyPasta McSexyman is.

It is, SO hard, to rp with these characters. These aren't characters meant to invoke something or pull you in as a reader, whether to make you laugh at their over the topness (like Black Hat, for example), or to feel ultimately connected in spite of their monstrousness. They are characters meant to instill that creepypasta fear, which fails in concept when it comes to writing as a collaborative effort.

They don't have personalities, they just have "abilities". Half the time they seem entirely disengaged with interaction as a whole (without the mun trying to find a clever way around that), because of this, for me, the interaction in general becomes a bit of a chore. I guess to avoid rambling, power doesn't equal interesting. You can HAVE powered characters, of course, but it's the other stuff about your character that makes them come to life and makes for an interesting thread.

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@mcusers​ for Dem!!

“Hey, can you guys sell me whatever made you E-girl perfume proof?” he asked sheepishly, “Just... for next time?”

[ofcobalt]

@mcusers​  sc - daryl

          “    yo  scratch ,  you  think  i  could  borrow  some  of  your  weird  ecto  goo  you’re  always  secreting    ?    i’m  working  on  a  uh...  ‘PROJECT’  for  the  school  play ,  if  you  catch  my  drift.    ”    he’s  already  holding  a  metal  bucket ,  it’s  totally  not  the  one  from  their  sink  in  the  kitchen  that  the  family  uses  for  cleaning. 

          daryl  suddenly  drops  the  bucket  to  the  floor ,  tucking  his  hands  comfortably  into  his  pocket  as  he  looks  up  at  the  ghost.    “    hoping  for  about  THIS  much  of  it.    ”

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@mcusers​ can hear the music: Far Too Late (Betty!)

They were alike, weren’t they? For Doc, it was too late to bring her back. Maladroit had died trying to save him when he didn’t need to be saved. It was far too late for a kiss or a magic spell. No amount of magic or even science could reverse the statue on the mountain. Hearts broke and became desperate. “Betty...” The idea of losing someone else twisted at his soul. He hardly knew Simon but he was starting to get the feeling that even with tattered memories, he must have similar feelings. “I know y’made up your mind, but m’beggin’ ya. I lost my wife. Please... We coul’ do this together! We coul’ save Simon together an’ then...!” And then he’d be completely useless. But the pain would be worth it if she smiled. If she never had to mourn again, maybe he could sacrifice himself instead...