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[carriessotos]

mande 🍿 para saber meus cinco filmes favoritos & mande 📫 para saber meus cinco personagens favoritos & mande 🚢 para saber meus cinco ships favoritos (da ficção) & mande 🎰 para saber cinco fatos aleatórios sobre mim

mande 🍿 para saber meus cinco filmes favoritos:

como tu já sabe que o top 1 é garota exemplar, vou fazer meus cinco favoritos de romance no momento (como sou indecisa e sempre troco) mesmo, sem ordem: la la land (vai assistir minha filha), antes do amanhecer, podres de ricos, como perder um homem em dez dias e assassino por acaso.

mande 📫 para saber meus cinco personagens favoritos:

pegando só de livros! tem a poppy wright (de férias com você), a carrie soto (carrie soto está de volta), a elsie hannaway (amor teoricamente), a karen sirko de daisy jones and the six (só no livro! na série é a daisy porque acho a karen na série meio qualquer coisa) e circe (na versão da circe da madeline miller). parênteses sem parênteses pra dizer que também amo demais a sophie de bridgerton. percebi que não falei nenhum homem, mas amo o billy dunne de djats (jurídico dele aqui) & o jack smith-turner (benedict prefiro mil vezes o da série) & o amor da minha vida (alex nilsen do de férias com você).

mande 🚢 para saber meus cinco ships favoritos (da ficção):

de novo, só de livros hihi. amo demais o alex e a poppy (de férias com você), daisy e billy (daisy jones and the six), elsie e jack (amor teoricamente), carrie e bowe (carrie soto está de volta) e nora & charlie (loucos por livros). é bem possível eu estar esquecendo gente

mande 🎰 para saber cinco fatos aleatórios sobre mim:

o primeiro cd que eu comprei na vida (sem ser pirata) foi o red da taylor, mas não na versão deluxe;

tenho medo de galinha;

odeio chocolate recheado (menos aquele da lindt com os quadrados individuais);

já fiz meio ano de muay thai (odiei);

só compro chiclete de melancia ou morango.

[likemosaic]

@nectaric : let's save the scar-show for later after we've worked up an appetite for tragedy. - mercury to neo? baldur's gate sentence meme.

neo's expression drops, excited to pouting in 0.02 seconds. a hand wave, dismissive, that conveys what she wants without having to sign: fine, have it your way! she yanks her knee sock back up, boot on the lunch table, not aware how right mercury is. showing off battle scars during lunch hour may be a fun way to kill time between coworkers, but it's also moronic. the last thing they need is to be identified through bodily markings by a nosy student, though neo (and neopolitan) think that it doesn't really matter--they're both picturing full student erasure, wipe-out, complete obliteration. who cares if there's a kid who realizes the exchange students aren't what they seem? what are they gonna do about it?

choosing her for this mission was less than wise on cinder's part. but at least it gives her something fun to do while roman is in jail!

she doesn't like to think about that.

'aren't you supposed to be the butcher? less whining, more butchering!' she signs in a flurry, thinking that there's no way he can understand her--though the signs she's making are pretty self-explanatory even for a non-speaker. the few students brave enough to sit near them scoot a few seats down.

[mystalwartheart]

"I saw you out there, fighting for your life." Kelpie hissed out. They was stalking after the women. Not knowing if she was part of the BSAA or any of the groups that were hunting them.

Jill spins on her heels to find the source of the voice addressing her, and sees someone standing before her. They look human, but not...exactly, and it's clear by their physical condition they've been through hell themselves. She's cautious, sizing the stranger up, but not yet reaching for her weapon.

"You've been watching me," Jill observes plainly and calmly. Evidently, there are other actors at play here. She wonders if the stranger might be an undercover operative, or a B.O.W. sent to kill her by Los Illuminados, the KGB or some remnant of the Spencer family or Umbrella Corporation, but she's never seen a B.O.W. display such obvious sapience before: Typically they're uncontrollable shambling monstrosities, or soldiers programed to obey orders without question with no free will of their own.

She decides to take a chance, slowly beginning to raise her hands, but not keeping them far from her holster.

"May I ask who you are, and why you're following me?" Jill asks carefully and politely.

[poohsources]

i'm really curious to know how you create these sentence starter posts!!

hi there! honestly, it really depends on the kind of sentence starters i make. for example, if it's movie or tv show quotes, i look at the transcripts and write some quotes down that i think could work well in a roleplay scenario - in whatever capacity that might be. a while back, i decided to cap the sentence starters posts at 40 ( there are a few outliers to this rule, but typically i make sure to include exactly 40 prompts ), so i check whatever i have written down and choose the best ones. mostly at random, sometimes because i think i would enjoy it if someone sent these to me if i were still roleplaying here, and sometimes i pick the ones who are most different from each other so it's not only romance quotes, or only funny quotes, or whatever. if the meme is made from an existing medium ( songs, tv shows, books, movies, etc. ) i also just ... look up people's favorite quotes just to see what other people like about that.

as for the ones that are more theme-based ( e.g. fluffy starters, angst starters, holiday starters, etc. ) it's a mix between things i've heard or read somewhere, sentences i came up with, and everything in between. but it works similarly to how it does above - i write down whatever comes to my mind, re-read it and pick what i like best.

hope this answered your question !

[dappercrime]

Prompts that start with "I need..." // Still Accepting @darkouter said: “i need things to go my way for once.” / jervis!

There's an aggravating, biting urge to sneer at the other man's words. This psychosis driven victim complex that so many of Gotham's denizens suffer from has always rubbed him the wrong way; complaining does nothing, one must bite and claw their way into correcting such inequities. Oswald's distaste does not make itself known, though. A rational mind, gentle with learned patience, supersedes his bitterness.

A hand is placed lightly upon the Hatter's shoulder. "Come now, Jervis." He shushes. "What's got you so riled up, my friend? Is it something I can help with?"

[windcovet]

@magicxecustos : sheri's long ears twitch as she hears rapidly approaching footsteps from behind her. red lips curve into a smile as she hears the miqo'te teen leap into the air. she widens her stance and moves her arms, catching j'tanga on her back (with only a stumble or two!) in a piggyback hold. "hello tanga," she chuckles, feeling her nuzzle into the crook of her neck. "good visit with your father?"

“toto—toto please!” said with a warm and boisterous laugh, as his daughter’s strained arms hold fast against his torso, lifting him some few ilms off the ground, if only for a moment. j’tanga strains and grunts with her controlled might, pressing her cheek into her father’s chest as she returns him to the earth. with a small sigh, feigning annoyance, the older miqo’te ruffles his daughter’s coarse hair, mindful of her precious ears. “i must be off, my dear. and so should you! i would hate to keep your friends awaiting the life of the party.” he bends at the knees, squatting to place a kiss to the girl’s forehead, meeting bright, purple eyes—near to bursting with contented love. “yes yes baba, i know…” said with a rare meekness, hands clasping behind her, near the base her slashing tail. playful. “tell lyse and widargelt i said hi—and give ‘em HELL in training!” she giggles out, hips swaying with delight and eagerness. with another, smaller hug, rhalgr’s liberator is off to rendezvous with her party (or prey, depending). of which, as she spies on the other side of rhalgr’s reach. sheri. stompstompstompstomp. to the layman, it’d be hard to tell whether it was j'tanga herself, or kuku approaching from the sound alone… but sheri likely had taken one too many tackles to the floor of the rising stones to be caught off guard this time. a leap, an oof, and a smile. “hi sheri!” with all the glee one can expect from the beloved runt of the scions of the seventh dawn. she nuzzles into her neck, basking in the familiar smell of her friend’s hair. her limbs hold fast as the miqo’te climbs her willowy friend, adjusting her thighs and arms for a more comfortable cling, and mindful of her shoes, dusted with sand as they are! she wouldn’t want to dirty sheri’s ensemble… unnecessarily, atleast. hehe. she parks her chin on sheri’s shoulder, purple orbs darting around the reach in search for their mutual quarry. “now!” said with a sudden, emphatic severity before immediately turning back to her customary cheery lilt, “arenvald said he’d be around here shortly… but i don’t see him. short or tall.”

[discotective]

' what is this, like a hobby for you now? ' / obsessiveness seemed instinctive at this point; one little addiction traded for another, something to busy the hands. all addicts need a hobby, you've just got to replace one itch with another. you should take up knitting. that would be stupid, he thinks as he dismisses the thought, already squatting on the ground picking up another plastic bottle. into the plastic bag it goes alongside its brothers and sisters waiting to be turned into recycling for a few dollars spare change on the way home this evening.

resting on the backs of his legs, crouching in perfect accordance with the tone of the situation, harry casts a glance backwards over his shoulder at @excalibiur. his moustache bristling in the wind is a nice touch. he's judging you. prove to him this is totally normal. it is normal, it's just recycling. ❝ maybe . . . ❞ he admits, finally standing up, his prize in tow.

[victoriousfidelity]

@wildcxrds sent: [ crown ] having created a flower crown, the sender carefully places it atop the receiver's head. things done with hair prompts. | accepting.

She's beaming as he places the flower crown on her head. "What's this for?"

[likemosaic]

@aurouze : Few things unnerved Servillia like being caught under Solus' eye. Whatever simple joy she had been basking in melted away just as the icicles puddling under the sun's heat. Verbena barked and frolicked, the immediate grounds directly behind the palace half-mud and half-snow; the thick-skulled dog was happy to finally be allowed to roam longer than it took for them to relieve themselves, mud and snow dirtying their paws and underbelly. Lia had crouched down - dress hem collected into her lap to avoid getting them dirty - and had happily put her head in her palm and cooed laughter at the beastly creature she adored. That was, until she peered over and caught him. His contempt was not for her, she knew. She was a bother, but not the object of his dissatisfaction - at least, not usually. But now, just him and her and the dog he detested so fervently, it felt pointed, as if a blade were climbing up the buttons of her dress bodice. "Your Radiance," Lia said curtly. She did not rise: she bowed her head, still careful to keep her skirts piled atop her lap, dark hosiery dipping into rather worn boots. (Of course, he would see her thus: in her outing wear, not in something more becoming of her station. Not that it mattered aught, she knew.) "I will ensure she is clean before she comes back inside," she promised. "Being cooped up with all that snow... I thought she deserved to stretch her legs. Is that what brought you out?"

"ah. it's you."

solus thinks he's fallen rather low, to be scuffling with a girl so green in years that her ears might spontaneously sprout spring grass. that is the con of being so old and so wise, you see--you watch your mistakes committed in real time and can do nothing. the young do not listen to your screaming warnings. they think themselves different, more fortunate, than the generations before them. but solus knows the truth. the girl will die, whether of childbirth or some other unfortunate accident. it will destroy his grandson, so young and smitten with his wife. those who attend the funeral will say she was so young, and to leave behind a newborn, what a shame. his grandson will exit the experience a harder, more unhappy man.

'tis not that he can see the future. rather, solus has already lived it a thousand times and has lost most of his sympathy for the players in this farcical drama. he had tried to warn his grandson: the elder amicitia daughter had been hard-hearted, and varis would not have become attached to her--even if she had died of woman's woes, it would not have mattered. a new wife and marriage could have been drawn up. mistresses taken. the line continued with as little blood spilt as possible. but varis has always been soft, romantic. it runs in the blood, and solus blames the parentage. if not for lucius and hypatia's insistence on spoiling their son, if not for cossutia's foolish ideas about marrying for love-

solus squeezes his cane so tightly that he feels it creak in his palm. he stares at the girl for a long moment, expression strangled, terrifying. a strange, foolish urge to warn her overcomes him. my line is cursed, emet-selch, or even hades might say, i was not made to bear children with these half-creatures. you would do well to desert my foolish grandson and flee this place. nothing good will come from your union.

solus crushes such an urge under an steel toed boot, like scrubbing out a lit cigarette into a cold floor. his expression contorts into its typical bitter shape, as if she's offended him. she hasn't. but she's an easy target that can't fight back, and her soul is that color.

"you and your bloody mutt. must you bring it with you everywhere?" the snow crunches under his feet as solus walks, slow and steady, like a behemoth that does not care what dies under its tread. "it won't thank you for your service, you know. it'll only shit on your floors, then keel over dead one day, the thankless beast."

[freliaslance]

[ MULLED WINE ] - Warm red wine spiced to perfection, ideal for staving off winter’s chill.

Berkut lets out a warm hum as he sips the wine. After the exhausting night he has had to deal with, it was just the thing to restore a bit of warmth back into him. Banishing the lingering thoughts in his mind, unwelcome memories trying to stir old doubts, he finishes off the glass before glancing around.

Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a woman, blue hair done up, a beautiful dress. Yet standing off to the side, a part of him is almost struck by a memory once again. Truly he does not know why, but after getting a quick refill, he grabs a second glass and approaches her.

"Pardon me." Approaching, he raises the extra cup in offering. "A pity the night turned out like this isn't it? You look like you could use a bit of warmth. Might I offer you a drink?"

A faint smile comes to his lips, as he gestures towards the bracelet, a matching one on his arm. "Perhaps I could offer one of these pearl charms as well, an enticement to accept."

Tana turns as she's addressed, smile in place, warm and welcoming and sweet to the man's approach. A pity the night turned out like this, isn't it? Ah, it's as if he's read her mind. He is most likely just talking about the rain, however, so she refrains from making any sort of comments other than polite conversation.

"I would love one," she says, accepting the drink from him and holding the stem between the fingertips of both hands. "And I would gladly accept your charm. In exchange-" She reaches one hand into the purse at her side and fishes out one of her seashell charms. "-you can have one of mine.

"Perhaps we could also enjoy our drinks together for the moment? You needn't spend the entire evening with me." She laughs softly, thinks back to the evening she has had, then shakes away the memories that come with allowing her mind to wander. "But some company for a few minutes would be nice, if you have the time."

[siraverage]

The sight of him would have stopped her in her tracks, if she were walking; luckily enough Katarina is merely resting in a quiet corner as wallflowers do, so the faint flicker of startled eyes isn't nearly as conspicuous.

Is that--?

But it isn't. His hair rebels far more than Rody's ever has, and besides -- she recognizes him now that it isn't from the corner of her eyes. One of the newer knights, having arrived nearly at the same time as she'd graduated. Maybe that's something they could talk about? After all, she'd made a promise to be more social this year, and it would do her well to live up to it.

"...Stahl, isn't it?" She bobs her head in quiet greeting as she approaches. "You, um... we joined the Knights around the same time. I... wanted to say hello." A moment to fiddle with her bracelet, and she holds a pearl out to him. "...Here, for your bracelet. Is... are you... having a good time at the ball?"

Stahl stands to the side for now. After dancing, horseback riding, and joining Jeralt for bare-handed fishing (he's pretty sure the captain was drunk, or on his way to it), he's ready to simply be on the sidelines and watch for a bit, keep an eye on everyone. He is one of the knights after all, and tasked at least for a while to be on watch.

When he's approached, he turns a warm smile towards the woman. She seems a bit timid or shy, so he turns to face her fully, inviting her to come join him for a bit.

"Yeah, I'm Stahl," he says with a slight bow of his head. "I've seen you around, but I'm so sorry, I don't know your name yet."

As she hands him a pearl charm, he takes one from the pocket of his jacket and hands it to her as well - also a pearl. "I'm having a good time so far, yes. I never really got to join these kinds of events back home. Was always on duty." He laughs brightly at the memories; he didn't hate not joining in. The knights were always having a good time regardless. "So it's fun to be able to join in here.

"What about you? I hope you're also having fun."

[dappercrime]

Please sentence starters // Still Accepting @incangencence said: i said please, so technically you have to say yes.

Bulging, blue eyes narrow in scrutiny. It's difficult for a jaded man like Oswald to tolerate what he's hearing, let alone indulge in such stubborn naivety. Childish and immature, met with the same.

"Oh, I gotta say yes? I gotta? Bullshit, doll. Who do ya think you're talkin' to here? The Penguin ain't gotta do a damn thing he don't wanna do."

[blightsbite]

Suggest a nickname.

"Thistle."

The hair looks extra prickly.

give me your best nicknames!

❝ It's hair wax and bobby pins! So actually— ❞ Vanth gives the back of his head a careful yet doting pat.

❝ I'm pretty fuckin' soft! Hehehe! ❞ Oh, right. A ranking. ❝ Mmm... Five outta ten! ... No, six, 'cause I like it. Yeah, six. ❞

[inheritsnothing]

💬 i heard a rumor about you and cole.

Send 💬 + a rumor and my muse will react to it.

a brow quirks, surprised at the accusation. he and the lord commander? such a funny concept, wasn't it? otto adjusts his sleeve, smiling, amused. "could you really see it?"

the hand of the king doesn't kiss and tell.

[andthemouseroared]

12. [SAFEGUARD]

Sgh.Everett Safe Guards Ashley!

https://www.tumblr.com/andthemouseroared/751113914317717504/classsymemes-a-comprehensive-list-of-scenarios?source=share

It's a scene of hellish chaos as the B.O.W. army fires round after round of incendiary ammo and lobs grenade after grenade at the ramshackle wooden structure Ashley and Ethan have taken cover in. Fire rages and the ground is rocked by explosions as timbers burn and buckle around them. Ashley begins to cry out:

"Ethan! Look out! The building is about to..."

Before she can finish her thought or even process what's happening, Ashley feels the wind knocked out of her by a bodily tackle shoving her clear of the collapsing inferno.

Dazed, she looks up at her savior and finds Ethan on top of her.

After a moment to regain her bearings, Ashley nervously breaks the silence.

"Ummm...Hi. Thank you for saving me," she mutters awkwardly.