21+ independent roleplay blog for Jim Moriarty Member of the ‘not dead’ club
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Like this post for an invite to the discord server for writing and chilling l, am doing soon. Hope you are well
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Whilst I won’t be as active here, Jim wants to come into inboxes, like this post if you want him to come and say hi
Warning: He may do it anyway
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Wholesum Values
Tagged by: @cculters thank you!
Tagging: @fortitudina (Bucky), @inmentemusae (Eloa), @curse-of-frell (Elliot), @unsnare (Kai), @the-expatriate and you!
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If you could become a fart, would you rather be the ‘loud and proud' type or the ‘silent but deadly' type?
Send me some curious anons or just some asks about anything
“For starters, I wouldn't be any of those, I smell immaculate you know. I do wonder what kind of person asks a question about this, someone indeed obsessed with farts? It does seem that way. Although to answer your question whilst it would not be a fart, I can do many other things loud and proud when I want to.”
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Announcement from the king 👑:
“I have noticed the resurgence of a few more carbon copies of myself, I do not have any additional twins last time I checked. Is someone breeding us from somewhere? Dear me, I am limited edition you know, clearly someone didn’t get the memo.”
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「 📱」 — ❝ I want you to wear nothing but my shirt while I fuck you ❞
(From William. An accidental text from him meant for someone else)
[Text:] Interesting considering we have never met before
[Text:] Tell me how you like it, for science
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My muse has lost their memory. What is one thing your muse could say that brings it back?
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Continued from here
He remained silent as his wounds healed, sewing themselves together until not even red splotches remained, only the bloodshed. It was for show, he had been one of Death’s reapers for a small while, it felt as if the skin on his face were a mere curtain, thinner than usual, especially after what he had suffered. “They attempted to break me under the assumption I would divulge your secrets dear, I gave them no such pleasure, I hope their screams continue to echo the halls in which their souls with never find peace.” Jim was certain they would suffer much more than he ever did, his eyes showed no form of emotion, they simply were.
@lcstxsculx
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Open to all, if you choose to reply please specify a verse if you wish any or I shall choose:
[Txt:] I presume you are contacting me at this hour for a good reason
[Txt:] Think quickly on your answer dear
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Reblog to let prev know their presence is wanted
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Verses to be added (don’t be surprised):
For all muses:
Shadow hunters/ Mortal Instuments
Supernatural college AU (inspired by various media)
Note: May be establishing days for each blog, will keep you updated!
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Am I getting a good grade in tumblr mutual?
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sheriarty + ship tropes
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Hi all, hope we are well. Thinking of maybe writing Lucien Lachance here, not sure activity wise because I have three blogs already but we shall see, have been writing him on discord so if you like he is definitely there, what do we think? For those of you who don't know he is from the Elder Scrolls Series
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A 21+ heavily headcanoned roleplay blog for Mac Philips from Bloodsucking Bastards
Carrd, Verses
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Ever since he had been turned he had been forced to hunt the living for the crimson liquid that ran through their veins, the hunger never ended and yet, it brought him the rush, a sense of ecstasy he had never experienced previously. In the dark of the night, James prowled the streets, searching for prey. His nostrils flared as he could sense another of his kind close by, it made him curious, he was very nomadic in his habits, never staying in one place for too long nor leaving a trail. Gracefully jumping down from the rooftops the breeze made his black coat move in the wind, his shoes crunching against the gravel. Closing his eyes he reached out with his senses, the ground moving between silent footsteps tickling his ears. With calculation he moved through the wind to behind the other vampire, watching the hunt, making no move to intervene.
@tealeavesandthorns
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A 21+ roleplay blog for a fashionista oc witch, more verses available including vampire, Star Wars, Game of Thrones, Skyrim, DC and more!
Carrd, Verses
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