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But like I made a special gal
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But I’m gonna be making a comeback here someday. Teasing a few things with a new promo but in the meanwhile hello! What’s been up in the rp fandom? Did I miss any juicy dets.
#( i'm like lowkey tempted to archive this blog and have a soft reset )#( just literally copy and paste everything over but i don't know )#( been seeing ow blogs on my other blog )#( and i'm like oh wow i do have a baby to get back to )#( so have a baby )
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My thoughts about Junkrat’s New victory pose
#「 ❄Meι❄ 」 》 ♔Iᴄᴇ Pʀɪɴᴄᴇss♔ 《#「 ☢Jᴜɴᴋʀᴀᴛ☢ 」 》 🔥Exᴘʟᴏ𝗌ɪᴠᴇ Pᴇʀ𝗌ᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ🔥 《#「 ❤ Mᴇɪʜᴇᴍ❤ 」 》 🔥 Wʜᴇɴ Fɪʀᴇ Mᴇᴛ Iᴄᴇ❄ 《#( give that butt a smack )
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Send for your muse to do one of the following to mine.
Carries, bridal style.
Kisses cheek.
Tickles sides.
Growls at
Tackles to the ground.
Slaps.
Cries in front of.
Holds and refuses to let go.
Protects.
KICKS.
Bites.
Holds hand.
Winks at.
Steals a kiss.
Dances with.
stabs.
Yells at
stares at.
Sniffs.
pats head.
Pins down.
Blocks their exit.
Glares at.
attacks.
gives flowers.
sings to.
proposes to.
gazes into their eyes.
blushes at.
asks out on a date.
breaks up with.
runs away from (flustered)
chases.
begs for forgiveness.
rejects them.
Sneaks up on.
gets caught following them.
Hides from
Scares them.
comforts them.
headbutts
nose boop.
forehead flick.
runs away with.
shares a treat.
flirts with.
BADLY, flirts with.
breaks down in front of them.
Cuddles with.
shoves away.
pulls in closer.
leans in to kiss but then stops themselves.
Tries to confess their feelings but chickens out.
reads to them
whispers into their ear
Invades personal space.
tries to make them laugh.
apologies to.
trips them.
catches them.
eyes them up and down.
smirks at
rolls eyes at
playfully shoves.
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@ask-hammond continue from x
Her body tensed up again, as she realized she was still in very much danger. Her mouth went dry as the gun reloaded. She wasn’t safe!! This......THING was gonna kill her. Her hand tightened on her gun. But instead of trying to freeze the machine, she flips on a switch and an ice wall appeared between them. She wasted no time in making a run for it. Now she knew that she wasn’t much of a fast runner and that the wall wasn’t gonna last forever. But she had to get a safe distance from that machine. She didn’t want to die today!!
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"Mm... maybe thata why everyone clears out when I'm in the workshop? Because they think I dont know what I'm doin? I mean, what's wrong with me having explosives? I've never hurt no one."
“Oh, Jamison. I think you are on the edge of understanding why we do that. Just gotta give you a little push. You see, it’s not your fault. It’s the whole thing, that you are working on explosives and despite your training things can go very wrong. Things out of your control. It is better to be safe than to....” Well, she was gonna say limbs but she caught herself just in time. “....be sorry.”
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"You could have died, you know..."
RP STARTERS: CONCERN
She was rather taken aback by the large mech ball. She should feel grateful for it saving her life but it just left her with so many questions. Where did it even come from? It just kind of swung in and push the talon agent aside. “Ah.....thank you?”
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He tilts his head in confusion. "If I dont make me bombs what good am I for the team? I ain't really silent, sheila..." he responds to her crossing his arms a bit huffy. "I dont really have anything else I can do but make explosives. I've studied it for ten years."
“Hmm?” She tears her attention away from the drawing to look up at him. “I didn’t say stop. I mean....I’m no fan of the noise they make. They are far from ideal for me. But it is your style. I freeze people and you blow them up.”
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He squints for a few seconds before lowering a bit and showing her. It was a rough sketch of exactly that, plus some scrawled writing Junkrat wasnt good with writing Especially on his left hand. Though he drew well with it. "Decided since I got no muse ta draw. I might as well work on me things... trying ta make the remote detonate farther."
Since he lowered himself and allowed her to look, she was able to study it better. She remains silent, nodding along with his words. She could probably build something like this extremely easy. But whether it worked as intended was up to what the materials were and how it would react in the real world. Things on paper always sounded better, but they don’t always work out.
“…….I feel like if we give you more bombs that would bring more danger to our quiet lives and adding a farther element to it sounds even worse.” But didn’t the junker crave destructively? Ugh! She will never understand all the noise he so loved to make.
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Who knew for a man of 6'6" he could curl up so much. At least once he noticed her. His skills while shaky and jerky made a nice drawing of some new invention he was planning. Of course when he saw her peering he hunched up and turned away glaring in silence for a minute. 'Can I help yew?'
Now he was way too tall for her to be casual about it. She stood on her toes to add a few inches, but that didn’t help. “Ah! I just wanted to see what you were drawing. It....looks really good! I’m guessing it’s some detonator.”
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RP starters: Concern.
“It’s midnight, where the hell were you?!”
“Stop keeping your phone in silent, you got me worried!”
“Blood? Are you bleeding?”
“I don’t like the idea of you walking down the streets all alone.”
“I thought I would never see you again…”
“We should get you to hospital.”
“Where did all those bruises came from?”
“I have the right to be worried!”
“Have you been drinking? You look terrible.”
“Sleep at my place tonight.”
“I don’t feel safe letting you be alone when you’re in that shape.”
“Please talk to me about it.”
“Let me take care of you.”
“You need to rest now. Don’t move.”
“How many times have I told you to not go there?”
“You could’ve died, you know…”
“I don’t care if you don’t want my help, I’ll do it anyways.”
“You really need to stop drinking. I’m serious.”
“This time you got yourself into a hospital. I think that’s a sign.”
“Are you sure you’re okay?”
“You need to stop doing stupid shit like that or you will get yourself killed.”
“I’m your friend, of course I care!”
“You know I’m always here for you, right?”
“You’re not okay.”
“I’m just trying to help you.”
“Let me clean your wounds…”
“Why did you do it? Tell me.”
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He doesn't get women. Grumbling a bit after the encounter he is going to sit down and draw on his really roughed up sketchpad. Take that Mei get your weird girly feelings out of his space.
Mei just stared at the grumpy man as he drew, she slowly scooted closer and closer to him. She didn’t need to say anything. She just wanted to mess with the oversized jerk face.
She looked over his shoulder to see what he was drawing, really getting into his space bubble.
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Perish!!
#「 𝖮𝖮𝖢 」 》 𝖫𝖾𝗍 𝖨𝗍 𝖦𝗈 𝖡𝖾���𝗍𝖼𝗁 《#( i see what you are doing over there glitter )#( you think that's the worse pfftt )#( this isn't how we woo girls junkrat )#( 'your friends are dead...stop crying about it!!!' )
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@ampitup-frogboy liked for a starter
“Oh my goodness, I can’t believe it’s THE Lucio!!” She happily did a little jump. She couldn’t believe he was actually here. It always amazed her whenever she saw someone famous helping out there cause. It brought on a smile on her face but then as soon as she realized she said it out loud. She quickly got embarrassed. Aahh!! She didn’t want him to think she was just some crazed fangirl. “I....I....just love your work.” She stutters out.
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But since I’m making a come back. Hit that like button for a starter. If you are multi-muse then please tell me what muse you want it for. If you want to plot, hop into my im box. You know the drill.
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ixsplod:
jamison paused at the wrong term of his name, about to correct her, but paused reading her upset face with a look of confusion.
’ ⁱ ᵃᵐ ᵗᵃᵏⁱⁿ ⁱᵗ ˢᵉʳⁱᵒᵘˢˡʸ, ʸᵃ ᵈᵒⁿ’ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵗᵃ ᵗᵃᵏᵉ ⁱᵗ ˢᵒ ʰᵃʳˢʰ, ˢʰᵉⁱˡᵃ. ʷʰʸ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ ʸᵉʳ ᶠʳⁱᵉⁿᵈˢ ʷᵃⁿᵗ ʸᵃ ᵗᵒ ʳᵉᵐᵉᵐᵇᵉʳ ᵗʰᵉᵐ ⁱⁿ ˢᵃᵈⁿᵉˢˢ? ʸᵒᵘ ˢʰᵒᵘˡᵈ ʳᵉᵐᵉᵐᵇᵉʳ ᵗʰᵉᵐ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵃ ˡᵃᵘᵍʰ, ʰᵒⁿᵒʳ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ᵐᵉᵐᵒʳʸ. ᵇᵉⁱⁿᵍ ᵃˡˡ ᵘᵖˢᵉᵗ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ⁱᵗ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ ᵖʳᵒᵇᵃᵇˡʸ ᵐᵃᵏᵉˢ ᵉᵐ ʳᵒˡˡ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ᵍʳᵃᵛᵉˢ. ⁱ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ⁱᶠ ⁱ ᵈⁱᵉᵈ, ⁱ'ᵈ ᴴᴬᵀᴱ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵇᵉⁱⁿ ᵈᵒⁿᵉ ᵗᵃ ᵐᵉ. ᵐʸ ᵒᵖⁱⁿⁱᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵒ. ’
“I know.....but do they have to be so harsh? I know you may not understand what they did or how much it meant to the world. But at least respect their sacrifices. I.....would hate to hear people make fun of my death and make me out to be some type of a joke.” Like, if she heard Jamison saying such things about her, dead or alive. She would probably tear up. She just took everything way too personal it seems.
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“James.....please.....I need you......to take this seriously.” She couldn’t believe it. Here she was trying to open up to him and he was cracking such horrible jokes. None of this was meant to be funny. Jokes about her dead friends WEREN’T funny! She was quickly regretting this. He seemed so nice, despite what others say, maybe a little crazy but who wouldn’t be in these times. But now he just seemed mean....almost cruel. Was she just a joke too him?
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