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mobile ugly ass me!! in any case I'm about to get on my flight so I'll get to replies as soon as I land!! if we haven't plotted, message me up!

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okay!! this is ugly because mobile but i’m heading to bed soon but i’ll be on discord (elijchs#0381) if anyone wants to plot or talk about doing a closed starter!! or just talk in general tbh I'm only slightly amusing

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   it was weird. WELL, weird didn’t even cover the amount of strange feelings that were bubbling up inside the brunette. the level of obscurity in which they could describe their emotions was similar to that of a witches cauldron who put in odd ingredients to create some strange concoction. or perhaps an alien stealing apollo from the grasp of earth and completely and utterly turning them into the rumored DEMONS. yes – now that was the level of weirdness inside of apollo. they laid there rather stunned, at first. not quite sure at how to particularly react in such situations. there were very little times when apollo was left speechless and this was definitely one of those PRIME moments.

they didn’t grab luca’s hand, of course. it just felt UNNATURAL to be that close to someone they hadn’t spoken in years. even the idea of touching said being that was in front of them made apollo rather UNCOMFORTABLE. so when the childhood friend grabbed their arm, their first reaction was to shake them off – despite how rude that may have seemed. so they first went to gather the scattered boxes before standing up on their own.

nonetheless, there was something that didn’t sit quite right with apollo and that didn’t come just with the bizarre nostalgia. it was the fact that luca seemed less than PHASED at seeing them. they didn’t really know what they were expecting but a part of them did hope their ‘disappearance’ might have had a bigger impact on luca. it was a selfish thought and they knew that. but A PART of them felt a sense of DEJECTION at seeing luca act so, well, NORMAL. “yeah, they’re perfectly dandy. you know, i just totally went and bought all of these even though i’m really tight on money. stupid, right? but i mean, what was i supposed to do? i preordered these like months ago and i can’t just ask for a refund. that’s LAME. and now i’m going to use my whole week finishing these and having absolutely no social life. yeah, so that’s me. my life. how have you been? GOOD, i see? based off of how you’re looking. i mean not saying that you look handsome or anything of that matter. just, you know, good OLD BROS.  GREAT, fantastic. i should, yeah, probably, go. MHM, YEP. this is me, leaving.”

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deadlylcves:

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ typing away on her laptop as she sipped the steamy cup of coffee, her ears just so happened to perk up in the direction of the male’s voice, her attention now being partially turned onto his rambling. still maintaining her work ethic, maricruz heads jerked forward abruptly once hearing his filled out resume, arched eyebrows now furrowed in confusion. ❝ wow … you must really NOT want to work. ❞ shaking her head while chuckling underneath her breath, she smacked her lips together, glancing over towards him. ❝ as impressive as all those skills are, you might wanna rewrite that … OR get someone to write it for you. ❞

   “ no, LISTEN, i really really want to work. i spent too much money on video games and now i may just slightly not have enough money to afford the textbooks for this semester. kind of. maybe.” the brunette grimaced, shoulders shrugged in an almost insouciant manner, as if they were already giving up on the topic at hand. “REWRITE?” they gasped, their face contorting to create the most hideous face of sadness and pain. “this is my TWENTY-FIFTH time rewriting my resume. i’m about to literally eat this paper. that is how stressed i am. i mean, i’ll do it right now.” grabbing one of the crumpled bleached papers, they stuck it into their mouth, head slowly reaching the wooden table in defeat. until, well, a symbolic light bulb popped out of their head and the paper ball shot out of their mouth. “are YOU good at resumes?” 

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strippedgold:

for a shift that only started about half an hour ago, it sure felt like she was already running on FUMES. for whatever reason, the cafe was brimming with people in and out today & the raven haired barista couldn’t catch a breath. stopping by a table littered with paper to scoop up the empty cup that sat just next to it’s piping hot counterpart, she paused momentarily at the sound of a rather FRUSTRATED voice. tossing a polite smile their way, esmeralda made to turn around, to head back behind the counter ━ only to stop short when the customer kept going, suddenly g l u e d in place as she realized how rude it might appear if she walked away. hand coming to rest on the edge of the table, warm eyes caught the other’s glance, a small grin forming as she listened to their small rant. ❛ woah, slow down there. everything alright ? resumes can be HARD, i’m sure you just need a few tweaks here and there. are you applying for anything specific ? ❜ her memory brought forth a flash of the help wanted sign that was propped just outside the door, but it was shrugged off in favor of not OVERSTEPPING, if only for a few more moments.

“ i’m applying for a carefree life, honestly. i need one. i mean it can be argued that i have one but like. more CAREFREE. and if this world was just absolutely perfect, i’d like to apply for the job of a full time dungeon master -- which i just realized sounds rather odd if you don’t know what dungeons&dragons is, and i promise it’s not anything of that sort in which you might be thinking of. unless you weren’t, then ignore everything i just said. wow, this is embarrassing. but ALAS any job will do, yes. really, anyone ready to take an astrophysics major with just a slight tendency to drop plates and absolutely ruin customer’s days. but those details aren’t NECESSARILY of prime importance, wouldn’t you agree? i mean, like this smile just makes up for it, right? and hey, i have a wide knowledge of elvish greetings that i’m sure some might find DAZZLING. “

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nelliemynell:

“Perhaps you pressed the nerdiness a bit too far?” Eleanor gently teased as she moved to slide fluidly into a chair across from the ranting boy. “Maybe a little less D&D, and Lord of the Rings would have saved your job, yeah? Your boss could be prejudice against people with good taste?” Raising a brow, she added, “Ever thought about that?” Taking a small sip off her steaming mug, the brunette shifted a bit, trying to get as comfortable as she could in such a rigid chair. “But hey, if you’re feeling bad, we could always go to the bakery and grab some pie? Maybe some chamomile tea with a little honey? And then, if you’d like, I could play Dungeons and Dragons with you, and I will gladly, rewatch Lord of the Rings for the millionth time.” Giggling softly, the girl raised a brow in question, her lips twitching as she grinned, anticipating his response. Honestly, she was probably a bigger nerd than he was.

“there’s no such thing as taking nerdiness TOO far,” they said, face scrunching in a sort of playful offended nature with their hand on their chest. “honestly, i feel like half of these business owners just don’t understand good taste and true ICONIC culture. maybe i just need to move countries. i’ve been HEAVILY considering it. america, maybe? though my american accent resembles that of keanu reeves in the devil’s advocate and that was just HORRID. ” the brunette leaned in, chin resting on tan knuckles, INTRIGUED to say at the very least. the thought of food, tea, and their favorite pastimes was awfully enticing. “LISTEN, if that collective statement ensemble you just gave me was not the best thing i have heard all day -- other than tove lo, because i adore her -- then i don’t know what is. i have all of the special additions of lord of the rings and i actually just got some new d&d dice that i am just BEGGING to show off.” apollo’s grin was most definitely contested to be on world records for largest smiles. seriously, grab a ruler and measure it.

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babvdolls:

frankie blinked, looking away from his laptop for a moment, trying to understand if the other was directing their words at him or not. frank had never worked a day in his life– not for money, at least, since the hard labor he did at his farm was more than a lot of people could handle. “uh… i’ve never written a resume, so i’m probably not the best person to help you out.” he stopped for a moment, taking a sip of his overly sweet latte. “maybe try… uh… putting less about you as a person and more about you as an employee? you said you have a nice smile— put that.” he stopped again, frowning. “maybe not with those words, though. how about you say that you love handling costumers, and that they are always happy with your service?” a little bit please with his own idea, frankie turned back to his computer, opening a new tab and typing away. “here, let me google some resume examples so you can copy one of them.”

       if apollo loved anything, it was the kindness of strangers and starlight valley never failed to give them that. they turned their head to meet the gaze of the blonde, cheek resting on the knuckles of their hands. “ ---- i mean, is it okay to LIE on a resume though?? i’m not much for lying you see, i try to do it in increments because i believe in karma and i also feel i have a higher chance of meeting extraterrestrial beings if i lack ‘human sin’ if that makes sense? i want to be ACCEPTED and i feel as if i’m risking that if i lie on a resume. like, i don’t really LOOOOVE handling customers. i mean, they’re so rude? it’s like they just finished watching a show and their favorite ship didn’t work out or something and they’re putting all of their sadness onto me. AND i mean, customers TOTALLY love the fantastic service i give them. except for that one time where i spilled hot coffee over someone’s brand new white dress. -- and that one time where i may have just, forgotten, you know, to give the chef a table’s orders and they waited for an hour before asking me what was up. -- or maybe that one ti-” they cut themselves off. “you get the point.” when told that the stranger was going to google resume examples for them, even though he might have been busy with his own problems, they were ECSTATIC. they scooted over to the blonde, grabbing the notebook and a pencil. “ ---- ready to LEARN, ‘teach. i’m more ready than spongebob at driving school.”

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ofwright:

there was something kit always admired about a person who could talk to strangers like it was nothing. after all, he was the person that found it hard to talk to his landlord, despite knowing her for some time. he was glad not everyone was like him, although he did envy their natural charisma. when the person began to talk, he didn’t look up from his book. he assumed that they were talking to someone else, && well, he didn’t want to look dumb  by responding. it took him a few minutes to realize the two were alone, && that this person was, in fact, talking to him, but when he did he turned his head, giving the person a tiny grin. ‘ you play dungeons && dragons too ?  ’ yes, that’s the main  thing he took from that.

at hearing the most heavenly words that came out of someone’s mouth -- that is, ‘ you play dungeons && dragons too ? ’ -- the brunette turned over to the stranger that sat beside them and flashed the most brightest of grins. “did i just meet a d&d fan? just out and about? i suddenly believe in a GOD. they are real and i have been blessed.” the change from solemn confused apollo to brimming with effervescent joy apollo was OUTSTANDING. who would think one’s mood could change so DRAMATICALLY? “wait, listen, i have been wanting to say this JOKE for forever. but no one got it and now i’m just going to say it to you because i think we can be great friends and also because you play dungeons and dragons and, WOW. i’m just, in awe. like, that’s insane? hopefully you don’t mind me saying my joke because i think it’s pretty great. i’m going to say it now, yep. --- what happens if you step on a d4 barefoot. you take 1D4 DAMAGE.” proud of the joke, apollo finger gunned the stranger, mouth open in a smile.

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@thinsice

apollo on ice was less likely then apollo on mars -- but alas, here they were, ten steps away from what could be presumed as their death stage. with a bubble jacket thicker than cruella de vil’s fur coat, the ribeiro looked like a MARSHMALLOW that melted onto the side of the rink as their body was so close to the walls that even air could not escape. no seriously, if there was a live action adaptation specifically for stay puft marshmallow man, apollo would most definitely be cast as the lead.

it took the brunette about THIRTY minutes to get from where they tied their shoes to the entrance of the rink, as they couldn’t fathom the human ability to walk on the ground with these skating shoes. in fact, apollo wore HEELS once for a dungeons&dragons campaign (don’t ask, it gets long to explain) and they found that much easier than this contraption on their feet.

so why the hell was the most MALADROIT person in starlight valley trying to become casey from the ice princess? well you see, when one goes on a skating marathon for NINE hours, you start to want to do said sport, and unlike most people who would E N D the curiosity there, the brunette found themselves standing in front of the center.

alas, they finally stood onto the ice and a second later found themselves clenching again at the sides of the circle of DOOM. every now and then they found themselves getting rather COURAGEOUS, hands moving off of the sides to try and glide. ‘think like a bird. BECOME A GLISTENING BIRD. eleganza.’  YET, at times like these did apollo find their butt and cold ground becoming BEST OF FRIENDS. “      AND SCENE,” they said as they collapsed again on the floor with absolutely no eleganza. 

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okay,, i have to wake up in five hours so this memer is going to bed. i’ll get to replies tomorrow and will most likely have val’s starter up too if i can think of something that isn’t messy and ugly (which is unlikely but)

in any case, good night, i love u all

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@lucaamedo​

    arms wrapped around huge bags filled with what could be presumed as video game pre-order boxes, it didn’t take much effort to understand that the brunette had just finished a haul at the local swedish gamestop. but like -- the LEGAL haul. because if apollo had done something that was even remotely considered illegal, the world would probably END the following day. --- and that one time where they j-walked across the street to save a pigeon does NOT count.

 stacks taller than their immediate vision, it was a surprise that apollo had not run into a stranger earlier, but alas, the screaming of, “HELLO. person coming through with PRECIOUS MERCHANDISE. please evacuate yourself from the immediate proximity as to avoid any potential accidents and dramatic tears,” most likely prevented people from coming near.

perhaps it was because of this very C O N F I D E N C E that the ribeiro child would reach their home with their life savings SAFE led to their demise. HUBRIS, is what writers call it. few minutes later, the brunette found themselves heading straight towards the gray floor with the inability to protect all the boxes from the harm of concrete. instead of immediately getting up, as most people would with the embarrassment of tripping over nothing, apollo just laid there on the ground. silently crying. “  GRAVITY. WHY? why do you hurt me so?” they took a dramatic pause, hands extending towards the mess that was in front of them. 

they spoke again once they saw shoes standing in front of sprawled bags. “ignore me, STRANGER,” they began, not yet locking eyes with the passerby, “i’m just cursing gravity.” and alas, apollo finally looked up and wasn’t met with eyes of a stranger, as they had expected. “LUCA?” their voice CRACKED. they hadn’t seen that similar figure in AGES -- not after apollo had ghosted him years back -- but, boy, the memories were RUSHING in and the brunette was about to have a life is strange bloody nose moment. were they happy? nervous? it was at this time where apollo’s lexicon consisted of only two words: “h-hey BUDDY.”

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      apollo had been sitting at the local cafe, their fifth chai latte steaming next to them with crumpled papers framing the cup. hands ruffled through messed hair, as the pen glided across bleached papers in a rush. “ i’m just SO stuck,” the brunette began, not directing the words at someone in particular. “ you see, i got fired from my job last week. it’s like, they told me that i kept breaking too many plates. but maybe GRAVITY shouldn’t try to steal the plates from my hands, HUH? like c’mon, i was a great waiter. i have this KILLER smile. it’s glistening. i didn’t spend $20 on whitening strips for nothing!!  ANYWAY, i’m reworking on my resume right now because people kept rejecting me. BUT listen, this resume is GOLD. like in the summary statement, i said that i’m a sagittarius looking for someone to play some dungeons&dragons campaigns with me or binge watch lord of the rings. people with onesies get extra brownie points with me. and then in special talents, i put sleeping for 22 hours, reciting star wars monologues, using chopsticks, and giving great conspiracy theories. i just don’t know where it went wrong. ” 

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hvrtins:

❝ — ‘ oh my god !! ’ the read head exclaimed at another as she bumped into them. ‘ i am so sorry, totally my fault ’ she muttered ‘ are you hurt ? again i’m really sorry, i’m really clumsy, i’m sorry, do you need a hand at all ? ’ she had a tendency to care about others and be overly sorry about things. ‘ once again i’m really sorry… ’ i think they get it annalise, you’re sorry. she thought to herself she knew she should stop saying sorry but she didn’t exactly have an off switch for it.

     what val had in mind for a late night out included battered knuckles and kicking the asses of misogynistic freaks, not bumping into her ex and being drenched in ethanol at the same time. while val loved the sinner’s drink —  which most likely filled her veins more so than the red liquid —  it wasn’t a pleasant experience to have it fall all over a $400 dress she had bought with STOLEN money. it didn’t help either that she was met with an obnoxious amount of apologies. “  WELL, well, well. isn’t it my FAVORITE red head, ” the emphasis slipped off her tongue with a sarcastic, insouciant tone. “i see, your need for apologies has YET to change.”

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hvrtins:

❝ — ‘ oh my god !! ’ the read head exclaimed at another as she bumped into them. ‘ i am so sorry, totally my fault ’ she muttered ‘ are you hurt ? again i’m really sorry, i’m really clumsy, i’m sorry, do you need a hand at all ? ’ she had a tendency to care about others and be overly sorry about things. ‘ once again i’m really sorry… ’ i think they get it annalise, you’re sorry. she thought to herself she knew she should stop saying sorry but she didn’t exactly have an off switch for it.

        feeling a force push them to the side, the brunette jolted a bit at being met with an ensemble of apologies. “ oh my gosh, totally NOT your fault. it’s most likely my fault. like i’m sorry, wow. i’m okay, but are you okay? one of my contacts feel out of my eye and now i’m just walking around with half vision -- does that make sense -- so i probably didn’t even see you. so NOT your fault. you know, i really hate contacts, but people always tell me i should keep doing them. but have you ever tried contacts? they’re a PAIN. it took me two hours to put one in today to only have it fall out in god knows where? NARNIA? MIDGARD? the ninja turtles hideout? WHO KNOWS.   — in any case, don’t mind me. i’m glad you’re alright!! ”

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nilshq:

       huffing out a deep breath, nils brought a tattooed hand to the tip of his nose and rubbed against it quickly.    “    SO ,    i’ve lent my favorite adidas jacket to a very pregnant patient the other day and i never got it back. s’red with flowers and my favorite, but she’s in labor and very emotional. — - how do i ask for it back ? “

       head resting on the back of their hands, apollo turned slightly to the left with the raise of their eyes, a H M M escaping their lips.”well, first, i find it of utmost importance that i say how kind of you to do that? i mean, isn’t adidas like a pricy brand? KIND OF?  like i mean, i don’t own any adidas clothing because every time i go in i get kind of panicky at the prices and the people asking me if i’m finding everything alright. ‘ like, yes!! i am!! sorry for looking lost!! ‘  i mean, the designs are great!! i love adidas designs. especially their shoes. but i can also do with some ten dollar shoes i picked up at the local market.” noticing that they derailed from the conversation at hand, apollo cleared their throat, cheeks flushed in a slight embarrassment. “in any case, back to the question. yes, the important piece of this conversation. maybe you could just wait until she’s done with labor, perhaps? unless you need it right now, in that case maybe you can ask politely? but i also think that would be hard because she’s probably in a great amount of pain right now and not wanting to be asked of such a thing. but then again, i’vve never met this lady. I, uh -- FLIP A COIN.”

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     digits wrapped around the paper stick of the candy, the strawberry lollipop made a  - ̗̀  POP ̖́-when removed from red-stained lips. “    FIRST,   you strut up to her. got it so far? it gets a little bit difficult from here, so i’d love for you to understand that at the very least. got it? GOOD. now, after you go up to her. you wrap your hands around that flowery, far too expensive piece of clothing you bought and SNATCH it right off of that screaming siren. then walk. SIMPLE.”