303rd Logistical Studies Group

Indie Unit RP. Multimuse. Mun and Muses 18+. Multiship/verse

If you roleplay a ship with me,

You will get— Adequate ship building time. Realistic obstacles for them to overcome. Sweet fluff. Sexy smut. (if you want) As much action as I can manage. Tons of angst. Possibly random drabbles. Occasional gif/photo sets, or manips. @ tagged in all kinds of things. Headcanons about anything and everything. Completely sick of my ass.

a plot where muse a and b hate each other. and by hate, i mean completely and utterly loathe one another. they turn on their heel and walk out of a room when they spot each other, they insult each other at every opportunity they get, and they’d rather sit on a spinning blade than spend time together doing anything but screaming at each other — unless they’re fucking. as much as they can’t stand one another, they drive each other crazy, good crazy, in bed. she comes out with bruises on her hips and hickies on her thighs while he’s got scratches trailing down his back and chest. they hate each other, but they love fucking, and their sex is full of pulling and scratching and biting and shut the fuck up and say my fucking name and the second they’re finished, one’s kicking the other out. this behavior continues for a while, both showing no signs of liking each other, even a little, until one day muse b fucks up and says the ‘l’ word in bed. he leaves immediately, and they avoid each other for days until muse a snaps and goes to his apartment and they fight and fight and fight until they’re fucking again, and afterwards they fight more and he’s shirtless and defensive and she’s in her bra and on the verge of tears because somehow, they ended up loving each other, and suddenly every day when they fight, the ‘i hate you’s sound like ‘i love you’s and the sex feels like making love and somehow they hate that even more, because hate is all they know how to feel.

[neverlandswriter]

as an rper, i don’t mind having an rp partner who takes forever replying to stuff, or isn’t always spamming me with headcanons and aus and drowning in feels with me 24/7. it’s totally fine if sometimes your muse goes dormant and i definitely get it and you don’t have to be enthusiastic all the time with me. i get that sometimes muses are unbelievably loud but during other times they just refuse to cooperate. as long as you’re still passionate about the character that you’re playing and you’re still into our plot, then it’s cool with me. 

[abessinier]

Stuff kids on tumblr better relearn

1. You are responsible for your own media experience. 

2. There is such a thing as a healthy level of avoidance towards topics that make you feel unwell or even (in a real-life clinical definition of the term) trigger you - but you are the one to actively take care of what you view.

3. Avoiding does not mean policing others.

4. You have no right to tell artists to censor themselves - you may criticize what others do, you may dislike it, that’s fine - but actively asking for censorship when you could easily unfollow or block a person just makes you look incompetent in your use of the internet.

5. Do not give people on tumblr or /any/ website the responsibility for your emotional well-being. Because these people do not even know you so no, you have no right to ask them to take care of you.

[bigcavemonster-deactivated20240]

Good God reblog this more

[purple-mantis]

I’m sure I reblogged this in the past, but everyday it becomes more and more relevant.

[welcome-to-the-unit]

If any of my lovely followers watch TVD, I’m actually spending a bit of time on my Damon blog, trying to bring him back to life. I’m totally happy to share the URL if anyone wants him.

[readyforyours]

            —— ❝ … It’s nothin’. Don’t worry about it, yeah? ❞

[welcome-to-the-unit]

Charlie raised a brow, nostrils twitching slightly. "Doesn't smell like nothing...At least let me clean it and get a bandage on it."

[welcome-to-the-unit]

jenniferjareaufbi replied to your post:It’s mun’s birthday. I would LOVE to do some small...

Happy birthday!!

Thank you darling!

[welcome-to-the-unit]

It’s mun’s birthday. I would LOVE to do some small rapid fire type stuff with folks if they’re up to it. If not, oh well. I’m just spending the day watching TV and writing on fics and possibly trying some small rp stuff. Brain doesn’t really wanna do long stuff right now. I’m so sorry. Blame my pain levels and the crappy news I got from the drs recently.

[sunshine-memes]

My muse is sick, and won’t admit it. Send “You need to rest.” for their reaction.

[exhairypu]

[temptingdominance]

The neck is the greatest weakness you have.

[dirtydaddythings]

Most have no idea just how powerful that area can be when someone knows what they are doing.

[darlingofthedailyplanet]

When your muse misses another, but you don’t want to bug their mun. When you miss certain threads, but don’t want to bug the other mun.

When you feel like you’re always bugging another mun…

P L E A S E   R E A D 

I see very few roleplayers that are okay with the following;

Demons/Angels

Vampirism/Were wolves

Shape Shifters/Hybrids

Please like/reblog if you ARE TOTALLY OKAY with roleplaying with muses that apply to the following above.

[quotemadness]

Have you ever asked yourself, do monsters make war, or does war make monsters?

Laini Taylor (via quotemadness)

[sadgurlz69]

#TeamILikeGivingHead

[fvckthegods-deactivated20180606]

His companion was a happy, fucking drunk. Eyes narrowed, but he really had nothing to add to that. “You’re choosing to sit with me, out of everyone else here in the bar?” Because Agron wasn’t exactly known for being good company. But he didn’t get up, nor did he send the guy away.

“Do I wanna know what brought you out?”

[welcome-to-the-unit]

Charlie wasn’t even close to drunk yet, his metabolism running higher than a normal human’s, which meant he was happy to get another bottle of beer. Shrugging at Agron’s questions, the curly haired man focused on his bottle as he twisted the cap off. “Didn’t feel like being alone tonight was all.” At least that was all he was going to admit to when the other didn’t yet know about his animalistic side and it’s hunger for a pack.

“What brought you out?”

[fvckthegods-deactivated20180606]

@welcome-to-the-unit liked for a little thing

“The room is not fucking spinning, you muppet. I am not nearly drunk enough for this.” He side-eyed his companion and hunched further over his glass as though it might grow legs and wander off. “What’d'ya want?”

[welcome-to-the-unit]

Dropping into the seat next to Agron, Charlie chuckled at the hard words thrown his way. He had learned long ago not to take things people said personally; especially when alcohol was involved. “Thought a drink sounded good and spotted you...I’ve always found it better to drink with friends then on your own.” As he spoke, he waved down the bartender to get a closed bottle of Blue Moon. He’d never been too good at trusting folks.

[berrybird-blog1]

Some quiet moments for your ships

[arcusignis-deactivated20181222]

berrybird:

Reading together. Gently running their fingers through the other’s hair as they read to them in a soft voice. Silently listening to the other as their voice slowly falls into a natural rhythm and they are immersed in the story they’re bringing to life. 

Walking together. Interwoven fingers and shoulders brushing together as they walk. Not even needing to speak, because a simple look or the slightest change in body language is already a conversation. 

Sleeping together. Hushed breathing and feather-light touches when one wakes before the other. Rolling over and unconsciously curling closer into each other because even when they sleep, they are in love.

Watching TV together. Volume turned up just enough to be heard without dominating the atmosphere. Absentminded little touches, gentle fingers slowly running over the other’s arm or thigh without realizing it.

Stargazing together. Infinite space spread out above them, little pinpoints of light shining overhead. Hands resting close together, shared body heat warding off the night’s chill. Silent wishes being made in between soft whispers to each other.