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So I’ve been sooo dead on here.

At my job, we’ve officially entered the middle of the busy season. 45+ hour work weeks on top of my freelance side hustles. (I'm basically a zombie at this point) The busy season actually started in November which is one of the reasons I started fizzling out on here.

Anyways

I am not dropping any threads, i’m excited to write with all of you! I just ask that you all be patient with me. 

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@tankbredhuman | liked for a starter.

The drink left her mouth dry and her throat burning. After three weeks of coming to this watering hole, Ryder was used to the swill. This wasn't Afterlife, and as the bartender often told her he made drinks to get you drunk, not taste good.  And they did get her drunk so he was doing his job. There was a scuffle between a Turan and Korgan. Fists would start flying soon at some point security would break them up and throw them both out, a normal Tuesday night as far as Ryder was concerned. So she continued scrolling through the extranet on her Omni-tool. Happy to drink herself sideways, and clear out all the emails of people trying to bribe information about her father’s creation ...till a glass whizzed past her head.  

Security had gotten wrapped up in the orbit of the fight. It spread like fire pulling all onlookers into it. A patron was shoved backward falling onto Ryder, knocking her out of her chair. They both crashed to the grimy ground. Ryder managed to shove the man off her, then get to her feet. She gave him a swift kick to the gut before he could get up. The entire bar had erupted in chaos beyond the scale of security could contain. A hand reached, out grabbing a fist full of her hair from behind. Ryder cried out as she was yanked her backward. An arm locked around her shoulder and neck, lifting her right off her feet. She dug her nails into their arm, drove the heel of her foot into her attacker's shin till he dropped her. She scrambled to her feet, reaching up to the bar her hands found a glass and slammed it against the head of the person she first person she saw when she turned around.

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So, 

Modern Day Ry would be a figure skater. With Chazz Michael Michaels bad reputation and flare,  and Surya Bonaly skating style. More athletic than graceful, her routines always focused on jumps. Ry has always been athletic, but also artistic and no respect for rules. She took to graffiti and gained a sizeable juvenile record for vandalizing and trespassing, as she grew older the offences became more and more serious. Theft, grand theft auto, breaking and entering, illegal gambling. Rather than throw the book at her the judge tried a rehabilitation program in hopes it could pull Ry form the criminal path she was on. He sentenced her to attend a program that helped at-risk youth with community projects, volunteering, and hobbies.  Ry was impossible to work with and was days away from being kicked out of the program. The only thing she liked doing was skating in the ice rink...and she wasn't half bad. It combined two of her favorite things: Skating and dancing. One of the counselors realized this was a way to reach her and made sure that Ry was always working in or on the ice rink. When the program ended the counselor introduced Ry to a coach and she started devoting more and more time to skating and competing. Her delinquent friends dropped off one by one, and she stopped tagging and drawing. (Shed still climb buildings and free run which would lead to her trespassing on some properties).

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My Character Must Confess in Threes

Blab: Three secrets they're keeping.

Mwah: Three people they'd like to kiss.

Similar: Three members of the same sex they find attractive.

Different: Three members of the opposite sex they find attractive.

Pastime: Three hobbies they have.

Doing: Three habits that they have.

Psst: Three things that they've always wanted to tell your character.

Shh: Three things they wouldn't want their parents to know.

Dream: Three wishes they have.

Want: Three things they would do to your character if they were alone.

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hecaknute:

“Why, are you looking for someone?” She asked, not confrontational, Deunan was simply waving her Omni-tool in front of Ryder to give her the proper clearance.

“This have anything to do with that group of Exiles who tried to force their way in here?”

Ryder gave a nod. “Yeah, we think one of them got on and is still here.“ she paused debating how much she could tell up front. Tann liked to hide the Nexus’s mistakes and Ryder, unfortunately, was forming a habit of cleaning them up. She hated politics, bureaucracy, all of it was so unnecessary.  “The Exiles, one of them was is a ‘Kett sympathizer’” Ryder made air quotes with her fingers. The nice way of saying the guy was a fucking idiot. Why someone would choose that was beyond her. It wasn't her job to understand crazy, just stop it. 

 “Whatever that means. He's set up shop here and is sending information to a Kett ship we couldn't decrypt everything before the transmission ended but some of it looked like schematics.”

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“Heh, The Old Man doesn't even know I'm here.“ This would be the one bit of law-breaking he would have 100% supported. If they had a better relationship she would have allowed her brother to tell him what they were up to. Who knows, he probably would have helped? Oh well, moral of the story? don't piss off your children. “And the peace of mind,“ Ryder added picking up a semi-automatic pistol, feeling its weight before cramming it into her bag. “I don't really like the idea of someone getting a passkey into my father’s apartment. I mean, look at how easy it was for me to get into your place. Just imagine if I was actually dangerous.“ She gave her a smile and a wink. 

@a03-malapa starter call from ages ago

     “Let’s see if you can put your skills to some use, something to make your father disappointed proud.” Her comment is offhand while gloved hands began to verify the items they were stocking in their bags. SMGs, magazine clips, medi-gel ( a lot of it ). Kasumi managed to pull up the file on Ryder through the C-Sec files, if the amount of trouble she could get herself into could come into any sort of benefit it would be to take down this dirty key maker. “Remember, Ryder, you get through this. You get the necklace.”

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heliusryder:

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There was laughing, and then a sound that sounded suspiciously like a gunshot. Someone yelling incoherently followed. “…-Well, get the fuck out. I told you to be gone by morning.”

“So, what you up to Sis?”

Ann couldn't help but chuckle. “didn't realize you were serious. No need to ask what you’ve been up to.” there was a smile in her voice. “Nothing as exciting as attempted murder, sadly.” 

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i’m killing someone, hold please. @heliusryder (flo no - flo yes)

“.....“

There were rare moments when Ann was rendered speechless. “I think as your sister and the Pathfinder, I am obligated to stop you...but at the same, I feel it would be rude of me. So carry on!”

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critical role sentence starters !!!

so… we’ll talk later.

why won’t you stay down and die with dignity?

no. no further.

this is not over. it can’t be.

try not to have too much fun without us.

i have this blink candle. it’s formed from various animals that blink.

it’s so rare that we’re actually given the opportunity to be honest about everything. we might as well try it once and see if we like it.

you know i’m in love with you, right?

you seem… like a person. and that’s great.

those are coins! you’re not making it rain, you’re making it hail!

i’m killing someone, hold please.

your secret is safe with my indifference.

my heart is someone else’s.

do not go far from me. if we are out of earshot, you are too far from me.

um, i don’t know if it’s the food you made or the fact that we’re going to die tomorrow, but i want to kiss you.

i was all kinds of fucked up a few weeks ago.

you’re all kinds of fucked up all the time. we all are. and that’s why we’re together.

i just want to let you know… i am possibly the worst person you’ve ever met.

i think i kind of hope… not necessarily to hurt you or harm you, but i hope that one day… that you can know just how awful i can be.

you can curse, it’s okay. you killed one of us.

i think i’ve always been in love with the idea of you.

i was only gone for thirty seconds!

i encourage violence.

i can give you the means to protect them.

i do not want to die who i am. i’d like to live long enough to be someone else.

you’re on your own, fuckface.

a volcano is - is nature’s candle!

sometimes people go and they don’t come back.

do you spice?

so we’re going to kill everyone that we see in the next ten seconds.

i don’t want to be here if you’re not.

i told you before. no one kills you but me.

he traded his life!

i don’t have very many things that i care about and i don’t have anything that cares about me.

i’m great! well, not really, but i’m just going to pretend i’m happy so everybody can be okay!

i’ve been in a barrel for an hour. i fell asleep in there!

yes. i heard. it was the only thing i heard.

don’t cry. i’m just a little cold.

i bury my shame.

i should have told you. it’s yours.

forgiveness - that’s the key, isn’t it? it’s the only way to really grow.

your hair’s a mess. sit still.

you are my heart. you are me. you are my other half. you are welcome with me always.

you don’t always have to put on a brave face, dear.

we’re friends, right? are we friends?

i know we don’t always agree and i know i can be unkind, but… you know you’re family, right?

i’ve had a terrible thought. and it is sort of my business to have terrible thoughts.

take me instead.

we walk towards glory.

that’s mine! that’s mine!

did it choose me because i was broken, or did it break me?

please bring him back to me.

you think you care about me?

this was always supposed to happen, wasn’t it?

i love you. if i can find you, i will. if not, stay alive.

if he’s gone i won’t be the same.

i’d watch your moral panic all day, it’s delightful.

in many ways you are my total opposite. but you are also my best friend.

i made a choice. this is my family.

i forgive you. but i cannot let you leave.

please. please. i love him as much as you do.

fix him. fix him!

i like this family. i’d like to keep it.

i want you to know that you are like a brother to me.

talk about my sister again.

it’s been a while since we’ve had one of our depressing chats!

i can’t have you gone. i need you here.

i think we’re very broken people. but i think together we’re much greater than the sum of our parts.

don’t ever fucking do that again.

you didn’t die. but you did! but you didn’t. but you did! and then you didn’t.

i don’t want any of this! i don’t want any of this.

i’ve just had a near death experience and i’m craving some lasagna. 

you know, you’re getting weirder.

you and i are very different.

i’ve killed two of those who’ve wronged me and nothing is better. nothing feels better. nothing is avenged.

call me “child” one more goddamn time!

if you’re lucky, you die last.

some people have no sense of fucking honor!

i’ll take my clothes off if it’ll inspire us.

thank you for believing in me.

you’ve never done anything for me! never! you’ve never risked anything, you don’t know me!

everyone else believes in you. why shouldn’t you?

how many fingers am i holding up?

what’s the first letter of the alphabet? this you know.

yay! teamwork!

you fucking died!

don’t touch me right now! i’m not - don’t touch me!

i’m going to go get a sandwich.

you had us all very worried.

your reckless impulses will get you killed!

i’m done with gods. they will not help me. perhaps you will. 

this is too fucking much.

come here, you shithead.

it has been an honor.

screw you! i want my final words with you to be indignant and irritated.

you’re the face i saw when murder entered my heart.

i’m undecided about you.

never forget you’re my favorite. and i’m so sorry.

i’m not leaving him.

you’re a better man than you believe.

feel like making a home here?

you’re an idiot and i’m very proud of you. don’t do that again.

sound off if you’re alive.

it’s not going to work.

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I wanna try something new sooo; Like this and I’ll sketch your muse. 

Still accepting these. It's more fun than I thought it would be! 

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@tankbredhuman​  

Cillian Ó Branagáin 

//Its past my bedtime so the sketch is a widdle messy. 

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I wanna try something new sooo; Like this and I’ll sketch your muse. 

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Starter Call 

I’m either drawing, editing or obsessing over my theme. So like this for a starter. ~

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here’s a little reminder for everyone, because this is something that I struggled with for a long time, and have come to learn that there are actually a lot of people who struggle with this. 

you have a place here.

your place here is not defined by how many followers you have, how many people like your headcanons, or how many people send you memes. your place here is not determined by who follows you, or who unfollows you; your place here is not determined by who likes you or who ices you out. your place here does not depend on which “groupchat” or “squad” you’re a part of, or even if you aren’t a participant in any groupchat, or don’t have anyone in a squad. your place here doesn’t require that you’re someone’s “main” or “exclusive” and your place here doesn’t necessitate that you’re publicly lauded as someone’s “favorite” of your muse. your place here doesn’t equate to the number of anon asks you get, or the number of people who comment on your ooc posts. your place here isn’t equivalent to how many ooc posts you make or don’t make, or how quickly you respond to threads, or which topics you choose to publicly speak up on or even which topics you choose to publicly stay silent on. your place here cannot be taken or revoked if there’s a small part of the community that turns against you, and your place here is not contingent on you being accepted by a few. your place here is not contingent on the people who will or won’t write with you.

I know it hurts when people on the dash are constantly talking about things that go on in their groupchats or squads and you aren’t a part of that. I know it hurts when you reblog a meme and don’t get any sent to you. I know it hurts when you get replaced within a group of people you thought were your friends; I know it hurts when you get kicked out of a group of people you thought were your friends. I know it hurts when you see someone post a headcanon and immediately get a dozen likes, when you posted one five minutes ago and didn’t get any. I know it hurts when people reblog promos for others who write the same muse as you and say in the tags how that person is “the best” of that muse, or their “favorite” of that muse. I know it hurts when everyone on your dash is reblogging promos, and you reblog yours too, and no one else reblogs it. I know it hurts when you make ooc posts about being sad or lonely or needing to talk and get no response, and you see other people make similar ooc posts and get a dozen “I’m here for you” responses. I know it hurts when you’re let down by people you thought you were friends with; I know it hurts when you realize friendships were toxic. I know it hurts to feel lonely, or unwanted, or unneeded, or like no one cares. 

but please, don’t forget: you have a place here. you add value to this community. you are important.

you have a place here, and don’t let anyone make you feel like you don’t.

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mitchmyersofficial

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Gas and Dust of the Lagoon Nebula Spans across 50 Light-Years.

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