#re.meme

[refractionrp]

MEMES

⏱ / what my muse was doing during the glitch 📷 / my muse’s opinion on if they’re being watched or not 🗝 / how secure my muse keeps their belongings and private information 🎲 / what my muse has figured out about the glitch already ♟ / if my muse trusts in AFTpex 🌪 / one of my muse’s biggest regrets 🌑 / my muse’s favorite planet to go to in afterlife ♤ / what my muse has yours saved as in their PCD 📻 / a short playlist of for our muses 🔗 / a headcanon about our muses

SENTENCE STARTERS

“tell me we’re doing the right thing.” “everything is so confusing. i don’t know.” “i hate knowing we have to hide.” “this is all out of our control.” “what am i supposed to say to that?” “is this all a joke to you?” “the only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it.” “you’re feeling adventurous today, aren’t you?” “do you know what time it is? it’s not time for this. that’s what time it is.” “you saw it/them too, right?”

NOTE

to mark that you’d like the above sent to your muse, please reblog this post and cross out any you’d rather not do. this meme is relevant from 07.05 to 07.19; if a meme or sentence starter meets the word count, it can count as activity. tags: re.event 1, re.meme

[reryuhana-blog]

📷

if hana thought that anything was rather strange in the last few days after the glitch that had happened to her pcd, the answer that would be to that particular question--would have been nothing but a big, fat nope. as usual, she had been nothing but drunk--for more than the 30 seconds that the glitch had happened. she had been awake for 48 hours, and still, her body hadn’t seemed to register much of the fact that anything was wrong. it was times like these that reminded hana--she was nothing more than just a fraction of the human that she was before. 

it was nothing but a morose reminder sometimes, of how terrible life was for her as someone who was supposedly human and yet wasn’t truly human anymore. she spared a glance at her pcd, dark eyes flickering as she noted the glowing graphics around her, a faint but sordid sigh passing through her parted lips as she deeply frowned. “what do you mean that i’m bothered by the thing that happened?” dark, obsidian eyes flickered ever so slightly as she glanced towards the other male, fatigue lining the edges and contours of her features as a murmuring sigh bubbled from her very lips. “i...honestly couldn’t even be bothered with what was happening.” she admitted rather sheepishly, almost half embarrassed at how utterly disregarding she was with regards to the strangeness in the whole glitch. “you know, sometimes i guess its because i’ve been getting a little--strangely tired of things, i find myself not caring if i’m watched or not. if they do, good for them, they get free shows when i fuck people. i guess some really do have the strangest taste. if they don’t, then whatever. it honestly doesn’t concern me, so its not something that i’m looking at as something necessary for me to worry about.” 

the glass of scotch finds its way back to her lips once more, ice clinking together in the glass as the alcohol burned a pathway down her tender throat, bile slowly gathering in the back of her throat as she swallowed back her other words. “why? what about you?” brows raised, she turned slightly towards the male, vaguely inquiring with a slight wave of her slender hand. “i’m sure if you weren’t perhaps worried yourself, you wouldn’t have asked me this question..isn’t it?”