As I had hq on the brain today it occured to me... did the whole rpc just die again?
It’s quiet around here and it’d be fun to open up so send “WTF?!” and I’ll have my muse reply with one out of context event from my muse’s life.
if anyone had any desire to rp on discord....that might be a thing I can do...I have other dc muses also.... 🤡
Bent over to pick something up, right hip didn't bend w me. I'm smoking weed (none since sat)
This dog would eat me whole if her mouth was big enough
//never make the mistake of leaving the door open for me to dress our muses up nice and fancy. Just don't.
it surprises me that i’m still seeing people whitewash canon poc characters and then try to justify their racism by saying they’re working from an alternative canon. like just say you’re racist and write one of the 34058049850809348 white characters that are out there.
i’m watching the new netflix film
the mitchells vs the machines
and my god is it entertaining
and also a film student who is openly gay? i feel SEEN
baghra has and always will love her son. even tho she did actively work against his plans and all those complexities, she is still hurt by his lashing out at her. especially when he blinds her. because he is still her son, and she poured her whole heart and soul into this boy.
rik van de westelaken wouldn’t hurt me like this i know it he would have had all my faves qualify
genshin and bnha muses tags are done
now only for bsd, jjk, fma, jjba, critcial role, and obey me muses
my goals for today for this blog: finish all statistics for the newer muses! reach out to ppl for plots. self promo, mayhaps?
When you want to respond to interaction/starter/inbox/etc calls on multimuse blogs but they have so many muses you’d be interested in writing with and you’re unable to actually choose one.
The constant struggle.
also if you’d like to add me on discord (pls tell me who you are, mutuals please?) it’s
( ooc ): tfw when you get deep into royalty plots but have very few muses that could work for that plot
Discord is the best place to get a hold of me if you want to chat or plot, I'm super chill and will force my friendship on you:
𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍 "𝐃𝐔𝐌𝐁 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇" 𝐒𝐊𝐘𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐄𝐑#5887
sarcastic sounds - i miss you
@stellaeforged based off of ♡ !
gyuri liked to think she was a patient person, but maybe she was giving herself a little too much credit. as soon as she had started living with her roommate, gyuri had changed all of her shitty habits when it came to neglecting housework and doing everything in one go when the mess became unbearable, but now she had somehow become the only person cleaning. “hey! i thought i asked you to do the dishes three days ago? and your laundry hamper is getting really tall, you know - i can see it when you leave the door open! are you waiting for it to become a sentient lifeform, or what?” gyuri knew launching a surprise attack on her roommate as they were getting home from work ( or back from another date ) wasn’t nice, but she couldn’t keep picking up the slack.
@rightly . “Love doesn’t just sit there, like a stone, it has to be made, like bread; remade all the time, made new.” for émilie . ursula le guin & the prince of egypt . accepting
The sound of her sheep outside are loud still as he says those words. Her brows arched and forrowed; a moment of focus as she restrains herself from dipping into the warmth that he so effortlessly seems to emanate and fill the small room. Small, much like the rest of the house that they both sat in. Her expression smooths when head titls to the side, the half undone braid of platinum hair brushed off her shoulder and starting to undo itself further. If Émilie notices it, she doesn’t move to fix it. Instead, her hands remain around the empty cup of water, one that contrasts his, turning it slowly. The wind carries the noise from her cattle; carries it in through the open window, swaying the gentle lace curtain.
Somewhere in the distance, the deep, dark red curtains also sway. But they never stop.
“Nor can it be expected to grow roots in dead soil.” she says softly to him; this man that had sought this small piece of normalcy in the middle of such strange lands. But even here, with the grass being green-er and filled with dew from a forever dawn, the air is different. Émilie wonders if he feels it heavier like she did the first time she had found this small piece of land. Or if he felt the constant sharp, fresh scent of an early morning in the cold light from the emerging sun? Émilie sighs and offers a small smile when his eyes meet hers “I don’t know many people, that would feel comfortable enough to say things like that out loud.”
The chair drags over worn floors, and she grabs part of the apron that covered her stomach, absentely cleaning her (already) clean hand before grabbing her empty cup. Then again, not many people visited her here; it was a joy in itself, in a weird and twisted sense many would surely say. To not be able to hear or feel anything from anyone else beside herself. To keep all else at bay except these few animals.
Émilie looks over her shoulder with a smile, walking towards her kitchen “Going to prepare some lemon tea, do you want a cup?”