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Multi Muse RPG Blog Here for the love of writing fluff and romance In for a bit of fantasy, slice of life and historical too

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Oddly specific. Got a deposit for 6,837 today

[weaselle]

fuck it, i never ever do those “reblog for X, this one really works!” posts, but this one doesn’t have any of that BS, this is just straight up wishing us good things; and then the comment doesn’t even say any of that either. Zero claims on this post, all positive vibes

May you end this week feeling ever more certain of a future you’ll love

[vmohlere]

May you end this week feeling ever more certain of a future you’ll love

[xxeratoxx]

Plugging my own RP ad at the RP Mansion. Looking for any Paris during World War 2 Historical RP players. Inspired by the art and philosophy movements of Paris during the German Occupation. Parisian characters only. No Nazi soldiers please. 18+ only adult RP forum style- bulletin board. Scroll to the end for the link:

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Paris 1939

The philosophy school at the Sorbonne Paris in November, 1939. World War 2 is starting. Men have been deployed to the front. Men 18 and up are soldiering up, being drafted, enlisting, heading to the Western and Eastern fronts. Still university students are going to class, and being taught how to use gas masks during possible bombings of the city. And yet there is a vibrant intellectual and artistic community in Paris. Trying to cling to each other in cafes and parlour parties. Within these intellectual circles living in universities, cafes, art studios and the homes of these brilliant scholars and artists there is also a sexual revolution happening. The guise of heteronormativity is starting to break, not everyone is monogamous in the strict sense. However, even with eccentric parties and brilliant minds, queer sexualities and identities are underground. It is not publicly displayed, even in some of the wild parties. People know who is who. War looms but art and philosophy resist. Thoughts on free love are here to resist. Fashion and good Parisian food are still alive. War is already declared with Germany. It is a matter of when and not how. The air in Paris tastes different now in this late autumn. The words of Descartes and Simone Weil feel heavier now, as if war has made every page more urgent.

Inspired by the letters and journals of Simone de Beauvoir and Satre - this world is open to any characters who wish to be written here. What I am specifically looking for in my 1X1 will be written in the Job Board very soon along with a brief description of my character for reference. I will link it here soon. I am also open to having my character play with any character inspired by this setting and having thread collaboration, group writings, etc. Please Parisian characters only - no Nazi/German PCs, although Parisians who may have been born in Germany are welcomed. And please follow the board rules.

Characters may make great stories of joining parts of the Resistance or just explain their slice of life, every day.

Paris, 1939

Paris 1939 The philosophy school at the Sorbonne Paris in November, 1939. World War 2 is starting. Men have been deployed to the front.

[xxeratoxx]

Plugging my own RP ad at the RP Mansion. Looking for any Paris during World War 2 Historical RP players. Inspired by the art and philosophy movements of Paris during the German Occupation. Parisian characters only. No Nazi soldiers please. 18+ only adult RP forum style- bulletin board. Scroll to the end for the link:

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Paris 1939

The philosophy school at the Sorbonne Paris in November, 1939. World War 2 is starting. Men have been deployed to the front. Men 18 and up are soldiering up, being drafted, enlisting, heading to the Western and Eastern fronts. Still university students are going to class, and being taught how to use gas masks during possible bombings of the city. And yet there is a vibrant intellectual and artistic community in Paris. Trying to cling to each other in cafes and parlour parties. Within these intellectual circles living in universities, cafes, art studios and the homes of these brilliant scholars and artists there is also a sexual revolution happening. The guise of heteronormativity is starting to break, not everyone is monogamous in the strict sense. However, even with eccentric parties and brilliant minds, queer sexualities and identities are underground. It is not publicly displayed, even in some of the wild parties. People know who is who. War looms but art and philosophy resist. Thoughts on free love are here to resist. Fashion and good Parisian food are still alive. War is already declared with Germany. It is a matter of when and not how. The air in Paris tastes different now in this late autumn. The words of Descartes and Simone Weil feel heavier now, as if war has made every page more urgent.

Inspired by the letters and journals of Simone de Beauvoir and Satre - this world is open to any characters who wish to be written here. What I am specifically looking for in my 1X1 will be written in the Job Board very soon along with a brief description of my character for reference. I will link it here soon. I am also open to having my character play with any character inspired by this setting and having thread collaboration, group writings, etc. Please Parisian characters only - no Nazi/German PCs, although Parisians who may have been born in Germany are welcomed. And please follow the board rules.

Characters may make great stories of joining parts of the Resistance or just explain their slice of life, every day.

Paris, 1939

Paris 1939 The philosophy school at the Sorbonne Paris in November, 1939. World War 2 is starting. Men have been deployed to the front.

[angelstills]

Girls Like Girls (2015)

[goldbloodedavatars]

kelsey asbille

[staytrueblue]

[xxeratoxx]

This will happen for me. Thanks

[xxeratoxx]

The air was cold. Not cold like winter, but cold like the years that Autumn arrived early in New York City. If the old timers had it right, they were heading for a harsh winter, which meant that the threat of blizzards would follow them till almost April 1st. The kind of year that would make him wonder why he did not head to Virginia the way he had meant to a year ago. But there was something about this bitter city that kept him still, procrastinating a move anywhere. Besides in what city would he be able to live in the East Village, even I. A railroad apartment that pretended to be a 2 bedroom. He was waiting for the person who had answered his ad in Craigslist to arrive before he met friends at a nearby bar to call it a night. Rents always asked for the most out of their paychecks - and while he had done during his grad school years with scholarships and putting hours at a nearby coffee bookstore - now that his roommate had also graduated it was him, this apartment and the promise of a better job that waited for him to start in 2 weeks. He had wasted no time to post that ad. It was an hour past the new potential roommate had agreed to meet him and he was already assuming a no show.

He had already changed from his blazer to his jean jacket and it took nothing to walk down the stairs. Perhaps he could sell one of the degrees on his wall for half a months rent. And he was not going to reach out to his folks for anything. They had enough for themselves.

Aviv had reached the downstairs landing and out the door he went. Passing a very attractive woman that he easily offered a smile to while she was nice enough to offer some glimpse of one, though she looked tense. His gaze was lingering on her, because who wouldn’t’ when her finger reached for his buzzer. He frowned and did a double take like a comedy routine out of Hollywood. Then he really looked at her.

“Are you Charani?”

She looked sheepish as she turned, a silk scarf fell from her neck and it would have almost hit the ground if he had not caught it mid-air.

“I am so sorry Aviv. Every pay phone I passed was…broken? I know that sounds ridiculous”

It did. But with that face he seemed to not have the heart to turn icy or rude. He just looked at her half embarrassed, half nervous face.

“It’s alright…I do need to leave to catch up with some friends.”

“Oh yes…”

“I mean if you don’t mind chatting at a bar maybe you can come?”

He sounded a bit insane but who cares—rent was due and he did not want to say goodbye to her just yet for lord knows what reason. She followed her knowing she had been given a second chance in a New York minute, and even in 1995 the urgency was present in every second of it.

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