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Rping with ADHD

You either hyperfocus on a thread or ignore it. There is no in between

“…What was I typing again?”

Five tabs of drafts open. Half a sentence in each.

“I don’t need to draft that. I’ll remember it.” (Spoiler alert, you won’t. )

“Oh look an ask/im! Let’s just open that and leave and get distracted and forget to ever answer it”

“…No seriously, what was I typing again?”

Aggressively spamming partner in excitement in caps and scaring them away

*writes a word* Time for youtube.

Begs for starter. Never answers it.

“Like this post for a starter!!” Never writes starters.

It’s suddenly 5:am because you spent all night hyperfixating on one thread

“It’s not that I don’t like our thread, it’s just not my hyperfixation so I can’t focus on it.”

*can’t sleep because you can’t stop thinking of said hyperfixated thread*

*writing lines for said thread in your head when you should be sleeping*

*sweats nervously while staring at 467546 unanswered ims/asks*

*melt down because you can’t just answer drafts like a functional rper*

“Hey let’s rp! …I don’t know what but let’s rp!”

“Friend: So did you make the starter yet?” “…What starter?”

“What’s a queue?”

“I was about to tell you an idea but I spaced out”

“Can’t write, gotta wander the house”

*chewing things while writing*

“….WHAT THE FUCK WAS I TYPING??”

Feel free to add your own!

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                  love, simon  → sentence starters

slightly edited in some cases to work for rp purposes. features quotes from Simon vs. the Homo Sapiens Agenda as well. feel free to change phrasing or pronouns to fit your muse(s)!

❝ I’m just like you. ❞

❝ I have one huge-ass secret. ❞

❝ Nobody knows I’m gay. ❞

❝ Sometimes I feel like I’m stuck on a ferris wheel. One minute I’m on top of the world, then the next I’m at rock-bottom. ❞

❝ I’ve been thinking about why I haven’t come out yet. ❞

❝ Who you are to the world is pretty terrifying because what if the world doesn’t like you?❞

❝ It doesn’t seem fair that only gay people have to come out. Why is straight the default?❞

❝ Sometimes I feel like I’m always on the outside, there’s this invisible line that I have to cross to really be a part of everything and I just can’t ever cross it. ❞

❝ Sometimes I think I’m destined to care so much about one person it nearly kills me. ❞

❝ He’s wearing a woman’s sweater and he’s drunk. ❞

❝ When did you first realize? ❞

❝ I haven’t told anyone. Announcing who you are to the world is pretty terrifying. ❞ 

❝ I have something to tell you. I’m straight. ❞

❝ I like girls. ❞

❝ I’m heterosexual. ❞

❝ I’m sorry. I can’t do this anymore. ❞

❝ I’m supposed to be the one that decides when and how and who knows, and how I get to say it, that’s supposed to be my thing! ❞

❝ I’m done living in a world where I don’t get to be who I am. I deserve a great love story and I want someone to share it with. ❞

❝ Have you ever been in love? ❞

❝ These last years, it’s almost like I can feel you holding your breath. ❞

❝ Disclaimer, this is about to get romantic as F. ❞

❝ She’s cute, but she’s just not really my type. Not because she’s black. I love black women. Not like, you know, I have a thing for black women, I just, I just, I just love all women. ❞

❝ I might not know your name or what you look like, but I want to find you.❞

❝ I’m done living in a world where I don’t get to be who I am. ❞

❝ White shouldn’t be the default any more than straight should be the default. There shouldn’t even be a default. ❞

❝ Sometimes it seems like everyone knows who I am except me ❞

❝ Straight people really should have to come out, and the more awkward it is, the better. Awkwardness should be a requirement. ❞

❝ I mean, I feel secure in my masculinity, too. Being secure in you masculinity isn’t the same as being straight. ❞

❝ I’m just so sick of straight people who can’t get their shit together. ❞

❝ I’m too busy trying not to be in love with someone who isn’t real. ❞

❝ Really, though, there are only two kinds of weather: hoodie weather and weather where you wear a hoodie anyway. ❞

❝ Did you just tell us you’re gay? ❞

❝ Nothing is worse than the secret humiliation of being insulted by proxy. ❞

❝ I fall a little bit in love with everyone. ❞

❝ People are shameless when it comes to cake. It’s a beautiful thing to see. ❞

❝ There’s something about you that makes me want to open up, and that’s slightly terrifying to me. ❞

❝ I knew you had a secret. ❞

❝ I wanted to ask you about it, but I didn’t wan to pry. Maybe I made a mistake. ❞

❝ You get to be more you than you have been in, in a very long time. You deserve everything you want. ❞

❝ I like no endings. I like things that don’t end. ❞

❝ You may actually be the only person who gets more than 140 characters from me. That’s kind of awesome, right? ❞

❝ I have a sneaking suspicion that you’re not 100% committed to your Oreo diet. ❞

❝ I can’t imagine a scenario where I don’t want to kiss your face off as soon as I see you.❞

❝ I feel irrelevant. ❞

❝ They put me in a box, and every time I try to nudge the lid open, they slam it back down. It’s like nothing about me is allowed to change. ❞

❝ It’s really amazing, isn’t it? Someone can trigger your sexual identity crisis and not have a clue they’re doing it. ❞

❝ There’s no such thing as a good idea when you’re in seventh grade. ❞

❝ I feel like I’m supposed to make some comment to underscore the ridiculousness of it all, but honestly? It’s sort of nice not to have to be cynical for a change. ❞

❝ I try not to change, but i keep changing, in all these tiny ways. And every freaking time, i have to reintroduce myself to the universe all over again. ❞ 

❝ You make everything a big deal. ❞

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HELLO PERSONA USERS!

Please like / reblog if you’re interested in interacting with Amamiya Ren ( aka Joker ) of Persona 5 as portrayed here! OC / Crossover friendly.

That’s not all, this is a protagonist party. Also housed here are Yuuki Makoto, Yuuki Hamuko, & Narukami Yu !

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Specify how long until the egg hatches and what Pokemon is inside.

If you can’t send the emoji, send ‘egg’.

Specify the muse for multi-muse blogs.

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No matter how debonair, charming, or stoic they may seem - your Muse must have walked into a wall or door at least once in their life.

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“not everyone is going to hurt you.” ~Ren {troppe-muse}

          “ I’m aware. I am only being cautious. I… why does that even matter to you? ”

          A step is taken backwards. Anything to create some distance. Anything to get Ren away from him. Why did he have to confront him? And in the attic of all places, where Akechi couldn’t escape?

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          “ ...Shut up. I never asked for your sympathy. It’s none of your business. “

          Hands shake, breath hitches, eyes flicker with hesitation. Akechi despises the way his heart pounds, the pathetic way his stomach turns at the thought of what he must do. He hates the feeling. He hates feeling.

          “ You honestly think letting you in will make me happy? You’ve learned nothing if that’s truly your belief. “

Soft Angst Starters || Accepting!

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                 It wasn’t supposed to go like this. He had failed. Sae was gone and in her place stood a man he hadn’t ever wanted to face like this. He tried to talk his way out of it, but…wouldn’t understand? What wasn’t to understand? Ren knew Akechi better than anyone, probably including the man himself.

                    “Then help me to…! I can’t help if you don’t let me in…!”

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insecurity .

“ i don’t… know ”

“ tell me, how am i supposed to know?!”

“ i — i called but… there was no response, so i don’t know… ”

“ what am i supposed to feel? ”

“ is this normal? ”

“ i don’t feel — normal . ”

“ how do you know when somebody likes you? ”

“ how do you know when somebody hates you? ”

“ it feels so right… but so wrong at the same time. ”

“ there’s just this feeling in my gut. ”

“ i don’t — think i should… ”

“ this isn’t right — is it ? ”

“ can you help me? ”

“ please , help me understand ? ”

“ do you think i’m pretty? ”

“ do you think i look good? ”

“ is there something… wrong with me? ”

“ i just can’t read him/her/them , i never know what to do. ”

“ did i do something wrong? ”

“ i told him/her/them something last night, but… i’m not sure if it was the right thing to do.”

“ how do you know it’s the wrong/right thing to do ? ”

“ tell me i have nothing to worry about. ”

“ i know you weren’t at ( place ) yesterday, so where were you — ”

“ how come you kept leaving me on read? you know i can see that, right?”

“ he/she/they have changed. ”

“ it feels like everything is falling apart. ”

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&. SOFT ANGST STARTERS.

“please look at me.”

“is s/he really just a friend?”

“i’m just disappointed.”

“you know i’m not like that.”

“don’t give me space. that’s the last thing i want with you.”

“i know you still love me.”

“i can’t think straight with you.”

“why are you so stubborn?”

“don’t do this here.”

“trust me on this.”

“please don’t misunderstand me.”

“you… you never had a problem with it before.”

“i know i shouldn’t be here.”

“what do you mean by that?”

“you deserve more.”

“can you just kiss me? one last time? that’s all i ask.”

“i’m scared.”

“i swear i’ll do things different this time.”

“s/he’s beautiful. i hope s/he makes you happy.”

“i want to believe you, i do.”

“not everyone is going to hurt you.”

“i’m… i’m trying. i really am.”

“i can’t sleep.”

“how long will this go on for?”

“can i hug you?”

“do you ever mean the things you say?”

“you won’t understand.”

“you’re making me think that what they told me about you was right.”

“am i too late?”

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          By the time the door shuts, Akechi’s vision is fading, and he stops paying attention to his surroundings. For a bit, he’s sure he loses consciousness entirely, breaths shallow and pained as he grows quiet. He doesn’t even remember entering the safe room, and instead, stirs only when he feels himself moved to lay on one of the beds. The sound of tearing reaches his ears, and he wonders briefly about what caused that. Did Ren use his knife to...?

          Then, something pulls him out of his stupor like a bucket of ice water: the sharp pain of something pinching one of the few places he managed to not have an injury. It’s quickly followed by a strange chill running up his arm, causing him to shiver slightly as his vision starts to come back. Pain slowly begins to melt away, and he sighs softly in relief as the chill envelopes him.

          Breathing seems both easy and difficult at the same time. He can’t seem to fully shake himself back into alertness, as any movement only makes pain flare up again. And whatever the hell Ren was using on him feels annoyingly icy.

          “ ...nn... it’s... cold... “

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          “ …!? “

          The shocked gasp that comes out as he’s suddenly lifted is choked and stifled by a whine of pain, and he now realizes that the leg that had sustained a solid blow from both Ryuji and Makoto was likely broken. He hadn’t even been aware enough to process that Ren had quite literally blown an opening in the enemy’s defense, and was now bolting down a hallway that went by in such a blur.

          On more instinct than anything, he raises his pistol and aims for another control panel, firing and manage to close another bulkhead door behind them. Akechi briefly wonders just how close to passing out he was, if everything seemed to happen so fast. His fight with the Phantom Thieves had been.. brutal, seeing as he had aimed to kill them. He couldn’t bring himself to blame them for it.

          Was he… headed for a saferoom? That would make sense, if his head weren’t spinning too much to make sense of anything.

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              He could feel the spotlight on him, hear the footsteps of the Shadows at his back. He knew that if he didn’t find that saferoom fast, he and Akechi would both be dead. A shot rang out, nearly deafening him as Akechi hit something. A scrape of metal and a clang echoed through the hallway, and silence followed after it like a tidal wave.

                  Akechi had managed to close off their escape route from their pursuers. A soft smile came to him at that notion, but he didn’t slow down. He couldn’t afford to with the way Akechi was injured. A few more turns and he shouldered the door open, letting it close on its own behind him. He lay Akechi down on one of the beds, his hand instantly going to his pockets, searching for one of the myriad of healing items that he always had on hand.

                   He was exceptionally glad that Takemi had taught him how to find a vein. the Healing IV that she always gave him was probably the only thing that he could use right now. Akechi didn’t look to be in any shape to be taking anything else. “This is going to sting a bit.” It was the only warning he gave.

                   At least here they could rest. Ren flopped into a chair that he pulled over next to the bed, leaning back against it with a long sigh. “We’re going to wait it out here for a while. Let you heal a bit. When we get out of here, I’m taking you to the doc.”

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My muse has been chained up and left as a sacrifice to a deity or monster.

Send “shackled” to find them this way, or send “shackled reversed” for the opposite scenario to occur.

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Shouting, a scuffle- and a familiar voice. "YOU CAN'T EFFIN' DO THAT, LEAVE YUSUKE THE HELL ALONE!" And with that, a thunk, and more cursing. Woah boy, Ryuji's really in it now. Him getting hurt would definitely lower the mood of things.

          Well, Goro was never one to leave well enough alone. The second he heard the yelling, he found himself moving towards it, deliberately ignoring the weariness in his limbs. No, he didn’t have time to stop- if that was who he thought it was, he would have to move, and now.

          “ Sakamoto-san? “

@cabbagiez

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"So you're a detective too, toots?" Problem Sleuth inquires with a raises eyebrow. A ring of keys being twirled around his finger. "That's pretty impressive,"

          Discomfort.

          “ …Thank you, I suppose. And who might you be? “

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          Surprise flashes in his eyes for a second, grip on his frying pan loosening a bit as he narrows his eyes. The way he raises his eyebrows shows his confusion, taking another step back as he examines the hair bonds on this intruder, keeping him tied to the chair.

          “ ...wait. You... don’t want my hair? “

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          “ Oddly enough, I’m not sure if I believe you. “

          Straightening his stance to be threatening, the messy-haired blond takes a few steps forward, his only available weapon in hand. Perhaps it was only a frying pan, but it was better than nothing.

          “ So tell me, Joker. What brings you to my tower? Are you here to cut off my hair? Sell it for profit? “

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                 Oh for the love of-… Ren sighed. He’d be running a hand through his hair if he could move. “I was only here to get away from the idiots who were chasing me.” Steel eyes glanced around the room he was in, taking in everything he could within the span of a few heartbeats. It was a fairly simple room all things considered. What the Hell even was this tower? “The only thing I’d like to do with your hair is get out of it, if you don’t mind.”

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          “ You... what....? “

          Wide, frightened eyes look back at the newcomer, Goro putting his hands over where he could feel the holes in his abdomen. His breaths come in gasps, flinching away as the man kneels beside him to take a closer look at his wounds. Obviously, with the way the blood was pooling, it certainly wasn’t a good sign.

          The sudden pressure as this man presses his jacket against the wounds makes Goro whine in pain, gritting his teeth in an attempt to muffle any sounds. It was more than Goro could have managed himself, but the way it stings is sharp and sends lightning up his spine to his head. He tries to push the jacket away at first, the pain it caused making him panic a little. However, he gets pulled up and into a hold before he can fully do that, his hands shaking as they go over the jacket instead.

          “ S... sorry... Wh... Where... “

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          Perhaps he should have been just a bit more careful when he changed his plan last minute. After all, when one goes from assassinating a person to saving him… that sort of treachery wouldn’t go unnoticed. The lack of evidence that his job had been done, added to the fact that the Phantom Thieves popularity hadn’t fallen at all, and that most other loose ends had been more than tied up… Shido had decided to move his plan up a little. It was the only explanation Goro could think of, but…

          Perhaps Goro had made a mistake. Maybe he had said something beyond what he should have said. It was possible that he had given too much away. But unfortunately, ‘maybe’s and ‘perhaps’ didn’t stop the few bullets that left his abdomen in a blaze of pain.

          The sound of the tires screeching registered somewhere in the back of his mind as he brought a blood-coated hand where he could see. He could feel the warmth soaking through his shirt as numbness started to fade in, leaving him breathless and shaking. The crimson was staining the ground beneath him, and he gasps for air as he tries to get up.

          When the outline of a figure enters his vision, he panics, trying more desperately to stand. No no, no no no, if that was someone coming to finish him off…!

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               Iwai recognized this kid, even with as twisted with pain and panic as his face was. This was Akechi Goro. Hadn’t Ren mentioned him as an ally? What the Hell had he gotten himself into this time and why was it worth getting his friends shot? He sighed, glancing around again to ensure Akechi’s assailants were gone before stowing his gun. “Easy kid. I’m not gonna hurt you.” 

                   He knelt, looked down to where he could see the blood beginning to pool, and grimaced. Beautiful. Taking off his jacket, he rolled it up and put it under Akechi’s own hands, he pressed his jacket to his stomach probably harder than Akechi himself could manage on his own. It would hurt, but he needed to stem the bleeding as fast as possible. “You’ve made yourself one Hell of an enemy, huh?” Iwai glanced up again, looking around again. Call him paranoid, but most people wouldn’t just leave him to bleed to death like this.

                   Looks like he was short on options. “Hang in there, kid.” It was the only warning Iwai gave him before he simply picked him up, blood be damned. It wasn’t the first time he’d been bled on by an ally anyway. He had to get to his car and get him to Takemi. He didn’t figure on a shooting like this being survivable in a normal hospital.

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// guess today is a very thread specific day