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me when my work place was indirectly featured on the pitt
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reply speed ≠ my interest in our thread / plot / or you, in general.
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this is your monthly reminder that wolf & i are not dead. roleplay has been on the backburner for quite a bit now because i went through a really rough transition period between november, til now. got dumped by my long time ex, put up with seasonal depression, got fired from my job and fell into an even worse depression. my current bf and i had a bump in the road that was a little sucky.
(not to mention the current state of the US 😒 fuck this place)
overall life has just been kicking the shit out of me. and i have been working insane overtime.
i promise i still care about all of you guys. and all the things we’ve written together + plotted out are still on my mind daily. i actually miss writing wolf SO BAD. it’s just really hard for me to find the energy (and the time) to write while juggling so many things at once.
but this is a temporary pause!!! we will be back!!!
#i want to say soon……. but im scared i’ll say that and then unintentionally disappear into the void 😭#BUT WE WILL BE BACK MARK MY WORDS!!!!!!!#( ooc. )
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PSA: YOU'RE NOT BEING IGNORED.
A major part of the tumblr rp experience is refreshing the dash and see your mutual roleplaying with someone else. Or maybe they're answering asks, reblogging musing posts, making an OOC post here and there. However, there will be times where you are waiting on a plot, an ask, or a roleplay to be responded to and you see your partner interacting or engaging more with other people.
Again, the mind is a cruel thing. Inadequacy, jealousy, general anxieties stem up sometimes, it's part of being human. But what's important is how you act on these emotions. Please remind yourself that sometimes, things take time. Not all plots go somewhere. Sometimes, someone may not be feeling their muse for that rp. Maybe they just got really busy. Thousands of reasons, but none of them have anything to do with how much they like you as a person.
And that's okay. This isn't homework-- People should be allowed to pin down what they want to write and write it as they please. If you really want specific interactions, you can always send ic / anonymous asks to muses. You can make your own starter calls. Please don't put all of your eggs into one basket, as you will come to resent the people who don't immediately refill it. Don't be a goob, you have people who enjoy you AND your writing.
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This blog will not RP with 'writers' who use AI.
This goes for anything about your blog by the way. Not just writing, but icons, graphics, anything having to do with your blog. Even if you're not transparent about it and think that the AI is 'so good nobody will notice', people will find out, we always do.
This is a creative hobby. Most rational people will understand that not everyone can have fancy graphics & icons, but that doesn't mean you have a machine pull from 100,000+ stolen & scraped pieces of art & other images from multiple unknowing creatives to cobble something together to supposedly make your blog look 'nicer'.
Either make your own icons / graphics, and/or commission someone to make them for you. There's also plenty of free templates for you to check out that take less effort to find than feeding a prompt that's currently responsible for making life harder for creatives such as us. End of.
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wolf should have been at the club 😩
#// this is so random but i was just thinking abt how young he was when he enlisted lmfaoooo#// that was a whole child#( ooc. )
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blood on her hands, grief in her bones — isadora lives between sutures and secrets. heir to a legacy she never wanted, keeper of a clinic buried in the city’s underbelly. the hollow breathes because she does. she’ll save your life, even if it costs her another piece of hers. 21+ 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒, 𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐒, 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐒 & 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐒.
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✱ what is lineage, if not a gold thread of pride and guilt. @soulmatis .
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𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐑𝐔𝐁𝐄 . . . A well scrubbed, hustling rube ( with a little taste ) Good nutrition's given you some length of bone, but you're not more than one generation from poor white trash, are you, 𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠
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she doesn’t rule with words — she rules with silence, with the weight of her presence, with the knowledge that defiance is never without consequence. ONYX isn’t just an empire; it’s an unspoken law, etched in the veins of gotham itself. those who stand with her rise. those who stand against her disappear. ⸻ 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠, 𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐲.
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I TEND TO REMEMBER STORIES not by which year they happened in, but by what armor i was wearing at the time. and this chapter of my life took place when i was wearing an armor called THE SILVER CENTURION. yes, the armor had shoulder pads, but there were tactical, aerodynamic reasons for them. plus, they were a staple of the fashion of the day. — TRANSISTORIZED / an independent and exceptionally private tony stark / the invincible iron man of marvel comics. comics-based only, no mcu content present. 21+ due to mature themes. kept in storage since the wacko days by amanda.
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everybody bear with me as i overhaul this blog it's gonna look like a hot mess for the next few days, probably
#// WE'RE JUST GONNA IGNORE THAT I SAID THIS A WEEK AGO#// irl stuff has gotten in the way so im a lot slower at trying to overhaul stuff#( ooc. )
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[ 𝕎 ] —- - It had been a long time since Wolf had experienced a moment like this. Years had gone by, each one bringing with it another death toll & a shorter list of people he could trust. He'd gotten used to solitude & the deafening noise of his own thoughts. Mornings were usually spent cradling a bottle of liquor, accompanied by several cigarettes.
It was a difficult adjustment, getting used to the warmth of someone else in his bed; though, one he welcomed with open arms. Gone was his urge to drown himself in whiskey, replaced by the desire to share coffee with none other than his morning glory.
Wolf didn't stir as Gloria climbed onto his back, instead offering a faint smile. He really should have thrown her off & gotten up to get dressed, but he didn't much care when those sweet little kisses met his skin. Adult responsibilities be damned.
〝Yeah, well, with a gorgeous kidnapper like you, I can't complain.〞
〝But, if you keep laying on me like that, I'm gonna fall asleep again.〞
what remains mundane to the everyday person lives as MOMENTS TO SAVOUR FOR HER. too much uncertainty, too much time spent holding up the line of death with one hand and taking life with the other. it was carnage and risk, coming home a little more broken every time. all said, she’d happily crawl her way through the most sinister parts of hell for a million mornings like this. rain tapping against the window pane, a faint mist coating the city in a sleepy sunday haze. coffee brewed, the scent of him still lingering on her skin. gloria rolls on top of wolf’s back. all that spark a hint of a who she was before war ripped out parts of her she could never get back. a gentle mischief she’d learned to writhe her way out of. she nudged the crook of his neck with her nose, one kiss, and another adorned so sweetly. ❛ i hope you know, i’m keeping you here all day. ❜
SC // @desertbled
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𝚂𝙴𝙳𝚄𝙲𝙴 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙳𝙴𝚂𝚃𝚁𝙾𝚈.
rafael marquez 𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐘 ⸻ fandomless & independent spy original character. private & selective. trained by tim. ( 32 ╱ he/him ) ©
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independent && private michael corleone of mario puzo's the godfather. orchestrated by stella. she/her/27. 🥀 ©
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Reblog this if you’re okay with people sending unexpected IC asks to your muse at any time! No meme prompts needed!
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SURFACE Season 2 | Episode 05
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