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Temporary Hiatus

Sorry guys, but I’ve been lacking muse for both my blogs for a long time. I’ve recently started a new blog and I’ve been enjoying it so much, and it makes me feel happy with RP where this blog and Gar’s just haven’t lately. Maybe I’ve been too overwhelmed lately, I don’t know. Just don’t expect a lot of replies here or on Gar for a while. If you want to find me and talk, or RP with my new muses, just message me. 

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Abusive relationship starter sentences/various perspectives

roleplayaskmemes:

“Do you think I like hitting you?”

“You’re pathetic; you’ll never do any better than me.”

“I’m sorry, I’ll never do it again, just please don’t leave me.”

“If you don’t get out of there he’s/she’s gonna kill you.”

“Pick yourself up off the floor, you look ridiculous”

“I can’t do this anymore; you’re not going to hurt me again.”

“I’m sick of looking at you!”

“Pass me your phone, I need to check you haven’t been talking to anyone else.”

“You think I was cheating? I was visiting my family!”

“When did it get this bad?”

“That bruise looks awful, you can’t go out tomorrow.”

“Who’s this? I bet you’re sleeping with them!”

“You can’t wear that, it’s too revealing.”

“I don’t care what your friends say, I think you’re worthless.”

“Please… Please don’t hit me again.”

“I’ll call the police!”

“If that happens again I will leave you.”

“Please don’t be angry…”

“Stop throwing things!”

“You’re not the man/woman I fell in love with!”

“Speak to me like that again and I’ll show you how hard I can punch.”

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Case number 149-CR 0308, U.S. versus Reid.

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Spencer’s eyes widened slightly at her suggestion, and he was picturing the exact same thing Shilo was. However, in the moment, he was exhausted, and he quickly pushed the thought away, clearing his throat. However, the blush and smile on his face made it clear where his mind had gone. “That uh... I agree to that vote.”

😍

My muse walks in to find yours wearing nothing but an apron.

@shilo-hi-low

“Hey Lo, I’m home-!”

“…”

“Do you uh, do you always cook like this when I’m gone…?”

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Spencer hadn’t meant to scare her, and he hated the way she jumped, but he knew that unless he was firm, she’d never look at him otherwise. The fear in her eyes broke his heart, and his stern expression crumbled into something a lot softer.

“I know you do. I know.” He whispered soothingly, lifting her hand up to his lips and kissing it. “But it’s not always your fault. Accidents happen, and no matter what, you always make things better.”

"You. Me. Date night. What do you say?"

“I uh, I say yes.” Spencer said with a smile, looking up from his chessboard. He had been in the middle of a game with himself, so technically he was both winning and losing. He was playing quite well though. “What did you have in mind?”

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Spencer yelped, realizing he had accidentally trapped himself, and began attempting to squirm away in vain. “Hey! Unfair! Extremely unfair! And not true!” He protested.

‡ Your muse is the little spoon ((maybe like post Vegas wedding?))

Your muse is the little spoon.

Spencer curled closer around Shilo, nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck and inhaling the scent of her hair. They were in the cheesy hotel room to end all cheesy hotel rooms- there was even a giant mirror over their heart shaped bed. He pressed a gentle kiss to her skin and lifted himself up onto an elbow to look down at his new wife. “I uh, I still have trouble believing that actually happened.”

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Connections. The vaguest response in the books. This woman didn’t seem like the type to sleep to get ahead, but Spencer was still curious- but again, wouldn’t pry for now. 

“I uh, completely agree.” Spencer said with a wry smile. “On the uh, jet ride over, one of my team members said another day, another case in Gotham. It’s kind of sad, to be used to something so... horrible.” Spencer said with a shake of his head.

Two Purple Souls

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“You don’t need to apologize. No one can expect you to get all better all at once.” Spencer replied with a shake of his head. He considered it an improvement that she was just saying sorry. He nodded his head, a brief and humorless smile coming onto his face. “Yeah, uh, bad things could have.”

New Boss in Town (closed)

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While Spencer was waiting around for something miraculous to happen, he accidentally fell asleep on his couch. He woke up a few hours later, and then sprung up onto his feet and hurried to the bathroom. He flicked on the lights and stared at his reflection in the mirror. The bruise was gone, like it had never been there in the first place- and that was really all of the prompting he needed. Spencer snatched up his jacket and was out the door, heading for the subway. He needed to find that creature and ask questions... but more importantly, say thank you.

❝i promise, it gets better eventually.❞ (You can choose the setup, Liana would be currently cloaked and unseen handing him a piece of paper with this written. She's 3'11")

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Spencer was standing on the corner, enjoying a cup of coffee before work. He didn’t like to carry coffee on the subway unless it was in a sturdy cup with a lid that could close- too much of a chance for spilling it everywhere or breaking the cup. He was enjoying the cool breeze, looking forward to spring, but his mind was wandering down darker paths. His mother was getting worse, and the bruise on his cheek was only proof of that. Suddenly, there was a nudge at his arm, and as he looked down, a small figure was handing him a card. A child? He furrowed his brow and looked down at the card. The message struck him, and it took him a moment to look back down at the figure. “Uh, are you uh…” He didn’t even know what he was trying to ask.

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Well, she seemed to appreciate the apology- manners went a long way with this woman. He’d have to remember that. “I uh, know exactly what you mean.” Spencer said simply with a nod of his head. And he really did. He did enjoy being able to surprise people though.

“I can uh, understand that. Once my professors realized they couldn’t sway me to be a surgeon or an engineer... My path to the BAU was basically set.” He said with a shrug, before smiling sheepishly. “I don’t really keep up with PE. Garcia tries to make me, but...” He shook his head. He was trying, but not necessarily succeeding.

“He’s an excellent shot. It makes sense that he’d get to keep that many.” Spencer said, a little enviously. He arched a brow at her, confusion all over his face- he literally had no idea what she was talking about. “I’m sorry, what?”

❝ eight, nine, now you die.❞ (Londonsxbitch)

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“For what? I’m telling you for the last time, I don’t know anything.” Spencer managed through gritted teeth. He tried to struggle free of his bonds, but to no avail. This woman knew exactly what she was doing, and she certainly knew how to do it well. He hurt all over, and he had the feeling that if she didn’t actually kill him now, things would simply get a lot worse. She seemed determined that he’d accessed a file that she in turn needed to know. However, just because he had an eidetic memory, didn’t mean he knew exactly what she was talking about. She kept telling him to recite the file, but what file? He was lost, and now it appeared that his confusion would cost him his life.

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“I uh, I totally understand.” Spencer said with a nod. It wasn’t all that different from cases where they had victims who needed to be protected. “I’m uh, I’m honored that you trust me with that uh, privilege.” Spencer said with a warm smile, and he really was. This was a matter of Keaton’s safety after all, something to be taken seriously.

“Richard or Diane.” Spencer repeated, cementing the names to his memory- as if he could really do anything else. He nodded and flashed Keaton a smile. “Got it.” He said, before shutting his eyes. He wasn’t a big fan of elevators, and he was holding the handle of Keaton’s luggage rather tightly.

"I am sorry--please, can you help me?" (Keaton-Dubois)

“Oh uh, yes, of course sir. What’s wrong?”

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Babies. Plural. Spencer still had to work on that concept, because his stomach just did a flip. But he pushed a smile onto his face, a somewhat nervous but still cheerful one, and nodded his head. “Whether you uh, want them to be around or not.”

Spencer immediately shook his head. “No no, I-I want to be there for you, Now that I know, I want... I want to be a part of everything. They’re our... They’re our kids, after all.” He said, smiling slightly as she leaned against him. He took the opportunity to slip an arm around her, nodding his head. “That uh, that would be nice.”

Freezing

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“More accurately six days and thirteen hours, but more or less a week.” Spencer clarified with a smile. “I’m glad I could do this. Sign language is fascinating to learn.”

A Sign of Surprise

‘You learnt how to sign in a week?’ Ernst asked in astonishment before shaking his head. ‘No one has ever learnt to sign just for me before, I’m honoured. Thank you.’

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spencer reid in every episode » 1.05 broken mirror

“I don’t know everything. I mean, despite the fact that you think I do.”

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Scooby Dooby Doo, where are you?

We’ve got some work to do now!

Independent RP blog for the characters from the TV show; Scooby Dooby Doo, Where Are You?

Multiverse and Multiship

8+ years of RP experience

Penned by Dee

Freddy. Daphne. Velma. Shaggy. And the infamous Scooby Doo. The mystery-solving team now attends college together, but that doesn’t mean they’ve retired. Working as the Mystery Inc. Gang, and traveling in their groovy Mystery Machine, they still work to solve the impossible and save room for pizza and ice cream afterwards.

If you want to interact, just specify a character and start the thread! The gang is looking forward to meeting you all!

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Spencer had kept the vial in his pocket all day at work, and it felt like a heavy weight. None of his team members minded that he had been late- they knew what was going on with his mother, and the bruise on his cheek was enough to inform them. After work, Spencer went back to his apartment. He contemplated the vial for a good while, before finally, his curiosity got the better of him. He went into his bathroom, and looking in the mirror, rubbed the liquid in the vial over his bruise. Nothing happened immediately, but the pain did feel somewhat... alleviated. 

❝i promise, it gets better eventually.❞ (You can choose the setup, Liana would be currently cloaked and unseen handing him a piece of paper with this written. She's 3'11")

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Spencer was standing on the corner, enjoying a cup of coffee before work. He didn’t like to carry coffee on the subway unless it was in a sturdy cup with a lid that could close- too much of a chance for spilling it everywhere or breaking the cup. He was enjoying the cool breeze, looking forward to spring, but his mind was wandering down darker paths. His mother was getting worse, and the bruise on his cheek was only proof of that. Suddenly, there was a nudge at his arm, and as he looked down, a small figure was handing him a card. A child? He furrowed his brow and looked down at the card. The message struck him, and it took him a moment to look back down at the figure. “Uh, are you uh…” He didn’t even know what he was trying to ask.