#gena talks

[jeanzoriley-cod]

I am sick as shit, so I probably won’t be on today. Someone take me out please, I hate being sick.

Data Leak!!

( vaguely ) inspired by Mass Effect 2′s shadow broker dossiers My muse’s data has been compromised! Send a symbol to discover:

💬 - A private correspondence

📝 - A private record ( Ex. Criminal, Medical, etc… )

🎤 - An audio transcript from a recording

🌐 - Their most frequently visited websites

🔎 - Their last 3 search terms

🛒 - Their last 3 purchases

🎥 - The last 3 movies/tv shows they watched

🎮 - The last 3 games they played

❌ - A piece of information that could be considered blackmail material

Specify muse for multimuses!

[lazarus-afterdark]

How long are you keeping Adrien in gay baby jail, Silver?

(Huh never considered that part ... New poll time)

[sgt-garrison]

Not me scrambling to figure out which song is stuck in Jeanz head rn because she's so comfortable around Garrison that she doesn't mind singing.

CHOP CHOP IRISH LADY!!!

[jeanzoriley-cod]

Gonna be offline for a day or so due to some personal irl things. See you all on a couple days gremlins! :3

send me “have you evers” and I can only reply with “yes” or “no”

[jeanzoriley-cod]

HYBRID AU OPEN RP (Have at thee Gremlins! Even if we haven’t interacted before! :3)

Jeanz had just finished running drills with the rookies, always having a grand time. It was a time she could let out her more wild side, running through the woods, feeling the wind in her hair. The rookies hadn’t been terrible today, no accidental injuries. And a couple of them actually almost out ran her.

Now, she was walking around base as the sun began setting, her tail swaying softly behind her as her ears twitched on top of her head. The wolf hybrid was enjoying the late cool summer breeze, the smells of the forest at the edge of the base.

A night stroll was something she did every night, a nice routine that allowed her to burn off excess energy so she could sleep at night, calm her racing mind by just being in nature with nothing to really focus on.

She picked up a new scent, her brow furrowing and her tail twitching as she glanced around. She knew more hybrids had been coming to base more and this wasn’t a scent she knew all that well.

Her ears flattened slightly as she caught sight of a shadow, her tail wrapping around her waist out of habit.

“Who’s there?” She called, tilting her head to the side slightly as she listened.

[sgt-garrison]

I present my dog yelling because my cat decided to use him as a pillow.

They are both so fluffy what the FUCK. I’d lay on them both frfr

[jeanzoriley-cod]

Phoenix was nervous. He was always nervous. There was almost always a subtle shake in his hand, almost always a heavy feeling in his chest. It came from working the way that he did. It couldn’t be helped.

This, though, was different. Worse. He stood outside of Jeanz’s office door, listening in to hear if there was anyone inside. He was mostly listening for other people, but also trying to hear if Jeanz was in.

He should leave. Pack up his stuff and go. Stop bothering everyone else around. He had already bothered Garrison and Ghost, interrupting them those days ago and forcing Garrison to have to drop everything to help him not bleed out. Why should he bother Jeanz, too, when he was sure that she hated him?

He had a face mask on, his eye was still bruised (although less so now), and he was wearing a pair of scrubs given to him by one of the nurses. Surely he’d be able to slip off right now, never to be seen or bother anyone again. He’d have to find his boots, though…

- @phoenix-gone-dark 🌌

(Hiii Genaaaaaaa) (evil cackling in the background intensifies)

Jeanz was indeed in her office, working on some paperwork as she quietly chatted with Clara, letting her know how she was doing and what she had been up to, within reason of course. Clara was happily telling her about what was happening at the farm, how all the animals were doing and everything. She was incredibly glad to see Jeanz again, even if she had new scars, at least her sister and mother figure was still alive. Clara went silent for a moment, just enjoying being around her sister again, then she furrowed her brow, turning her head to look at the door, which clued Jeanz in. Jeanz stopped what she was talking about, noticing how Clara looked at the door. She stood up, walking over to the door with her footsteps making no noise. She opened the door, ready to scold some dumb rookie, only to freeze, her eyes going wide at who was on the other side of the door. She couldn't believe her eyes. Phoenix. The last time she heard from him, he told her to forget about him. She had a breakdown that ended up with her scratching the shit out of her arms. He looked different from when she had last seen him, but she knew who it was, even with the mask and scrubs. Without thinking, she pulled him into her office, shutting and locking the door. Clara watched carefully and cautiously, her hand moving to her boot on the leg that was curled up under her, right where her knife was. "Nix," Jeanz breathed out, looking him over with concern. "Are ye okay? How did ye get 'ere? What happened?"

(Hi Adrien!!! I'm still side eyeing you, just fyi.)

[sgt-garrison]

Wait! Garrison is afraid of horses? What would happen if he went to the farm with Jeanz? She has three big ass horses.

He’s willing to get on one if he drinks and is heavily convinced, but yes he is absolutely scared of them

I think he’d help tend to them, but he’d stay cautious of their hind legs and wouldn’t go near a saddle unless, again, he’s drinking and has been convinced

[jeanzoriley-cod]

I have returned from vacation, have at it gremlins.

Send my muse “👀 + a question” and they’ll have to answer with 100% honesty.

No deleting questions, either!

[jeanzoriley-cod]

(Open RP)

(Based on that one song I got sent. Specifically this lyric What will you share with them What will you say Paint your vision Lead the way)

Jeanz was in her room, her gaze focused on the giant canvas in front of her. It was nighttime, her tasks done for the day. She had an idea bouncing around her head all day and decided to paint her idea. She had put on some music, making sure to keep it at a decent volume. She didn't want to disturb either of her wall neighbors, seeing as she didn't exactly know who lived in either of the rooms.

Her hair was out of it's normal braid, pulled up into a messy bun ontop of her head, a paintbrush stuck through it, keeping it in place. She already had part of the canvas filled, having painted the background. The background had a big dark farmhouse with a dirt road leading away from it. On the other side of the farmhouse was an open field where animals had been painted. There were two wolves, three horses, a pure white German Shepherd, a red fox, and a deer with small antlers. Jeanz had also already painted her and Clara running through the field towards the dirt road on the other side of the canvas.

Jeanz was currently working on the other part of her canvas, focusing on getting the vehicles on the dirt road just right. There were four motorcycles and two cars. If someone looked close enough, they would look very familiar. In her concentration, Jeanz had her dog tags stuck in between her teeth. She had already changed out of her uniform into a black tank top and some loose pajama bottoms. Her cheeks had swiped of paint in different colors smudged across them, some even on her forehead, but it didn't matter to her in the moment, too focused on the big canvas in front of her. Her mind was racing of thinking where to place the other subjects that would be included in the painting.

[jeanzoriley-cod]

(I feel like shit, so I'm making Jeanz suffer too.) Jeanz hadn't been seen in her office for two days, she had sent a message to Price, telling him that she was sick and he told her to rest until she felt better. It wasn't a bad one, like the flu, but enough to put her out of commission for a few days. Her head was pounding, her nose was plugged up on one side. The scars on her back hurt like a bitch because she was doing nothing but sleeping on and off, which never helped, they didn't hurt as much when she was active. Jeanz had just woken up from another impromptu nap, letting out a groan as her head pounded and her body ached. God, she wished someone would put her out of her misery.

[jeanzoriley-cod]

Im bored, sue me

WEIRDLY SPECIFIC BUT HELPFUL CHARACTER BUILDING QUESTIONS

What’s the lie your character says most often?

How loosely or strictly do they use the word ‘friend’?

How often do they show their genuine emotions to others versus just the audience knowing?

What’s a hobby they used to have that they miss?

Can they cry on command? If so, what do they think about to make it happen?

What’s their favorite [insert anything] that they’ve never recommended to anyone before?

What would you (mun) yell in the middle of a crowd to find them? What would their best friend and/or romantic partner yell?

How loose is their use of the phrase ‘I love you’?

Do they give tough love or gentle love most often? Which do they prefer to receive?

What fact do they excitedly tell everyone about at every opportunity?

If someone was impersonating them, what would friends / family ask or do to tell the difference?

What’s something that makes them laugh every single time? Be specific!

When do they fake a smile? How often?

How do they put out a candle?

What’s the most obvious difference between their behavior at home, at work, at school, with friends, and when they’re alone?

What kinds of people do they have arguments with in their head?

What do they notice first in the mirror versus what most people first notice looking at them?

Who do they love truly, 100% unconditionally (if anyone)?

What would they do if stuck in a room with the person they’ve been avoiding?

Who do they like as a person but hate their work? Vice versa, whose work do they like but don’t like the person?

What common etiquette do they disagree with? Do they still follow it?

What simple activity that most people do / can do scares your character?

What do they feel guilty for that the other person(s) doesn’t / don’t even remember?

Did they take a cookie from the cookie jar? What kind of cookie was it?

What subject / topic do they know a lot about that’s completely useless to the direct plot?

How would they respond to being fired by a good boss?

What’s the worst gift they ever received? How did they respond?

What do they tell people they want? What do they actually want?

How do they respond when someone doesn’t believe them?

When they make a mistake and feel bad, does the guilt differ when it’s personal versus when it’s professional?

When do they feel the most guilt? How do they respond to it?

If they committed one petty crime / misdemeanor, what would it be? Why?

How do they greet someone they dislike / hate?

How do they greet someone they like / love?

What is the smallest, morally questionable choice they’ve made?

Who do they keep in their life for professional gain? Is it for malicious intent?

What’s a secret they haven’t told serious romantic partners and don’t plan to tell?

What hobby are they good at in private, but bad at in front of others? Why?

Would they rather be invited to an event to feel included or be excluded from an event if they were not genuinely wanted there?

How do they respond to a loose handshake? What goes through their head?

What phrases, pronunciations, or mannerisms did they pick up from someone / somewhere else?

If invited to a TED Talk, what topic would they present on? What would the title of their presentation be?

What do they commonly misinterpret because of their own upbringing / environment / biases? How do they respond when realizing the misunderstanding?

What language would be easiest for them to learn? Why?

What’s something unimportant / frivolous that they hate passionately?

Are they a listener or a talker? If they’re a listener, what makes them talk? If they’re a talker, what makes them listen?

Who have they forgotten about that remembers them very well?

Who would they say ‘yes’ to if invited to do something they abhorred / strongly didn’t want to do?

Would they eat something they find gross to be polite?

What belief / moral / personality trait do they stand by that you (mun) personally don’t agree with?

What’s a phrase they say a lot?

Do they act on their immediate emotions, or do they wait for the facts before acting?

Who would / do they believe without question?

What’s their instinct in a fight / flight / freeze / fawn situation?

What’s something they’re expected to enjoy based on their hobbies / profession that they actually dislike / hate?

If they’re scared, who do they want comfort from? Does this answer change depending on the type of fear?

What’s a simple daily activity / motion that they mess up often?

How many hobbies have they attempted to have over their lifetime? Is there a common theme?

[sgt-garrison]

Not the best picture, but I got a picture of it, Hulu.

She’s so pretty omg 🫶🫶

[jeanzoriley-cod]

I’m going to be taking a couple days of break from tumblr. A bunch of stuff is going on in real life and I don’t know how to deal with it properly while trying to respond to replies or asks. It’s gotten to the point with other things happening that I can’t stop crying and it’s making me physically sick.

I’m sorry to do this and I will be back, but I need to try and sort things out irl for the moment, because the irl stress is getting too much.

I encourage you to still send asks and reply to our rps. I will get back to them in a few days.

Sorry, once again.

Love, Gena

[sgt-garrison]

I present another picture of Roxas and Cutie. Because it will also make my brain happy. I’ll let you decide who’s who.

To me … they r both Cutie :>

[jeanzoriley-cod]

Doing this again because why not? :3

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