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Pri's Back and ready to roll!

I've been missing the open nature of Tumblr RP, so I'm coming back! The blog's still under construction, but the muses listed I'm ready to write, with a fresh start. If you knew me before and there's bonds you want to keep, DM me about it, we'll see where i am. I'll admit my grasp on some of these characters has changed, so not all relations would be the same.

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Time to bite the bullet

I started making a multimuse for all my muses and such but I think the formula of Tumblr RP just doesn’t suit me anymore

I’ve had lots of fun recently in a couple of discord rp servers where all character info and such isn’t already laid out and organized you just have idea and drop it in for the most part

this extra fluidity has made it a much more entertaining process and as such i thing i have to admit that i am done with Tumblr RP.

If we don’t already have eachothers discords, feel free to PM me about it!

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“Let me guess… you can talk. I don’t want to be patronizing… but you’re such a cute kitty! Do you want some scritch scratches?” Rose paused.

“Er… sorry about that. I just… love cats. Anyway, Sam, Carson, make yourselves at home. I’ll grab some blankets!” Before either of the Nagas could reply, Rose was off to grab some heavy blankets- or rather, 2 of the comforters from her bed.

She might not be part snake, but she struggled with the cold almost as much as they did.

the cute kitty seemed to just... glare, at the thought of being some ‘scritch scratches’. one of the two brothers stifled a snicker. before either could comment on Rose’s cat reaction, however, she’d already moved onto the next topic of blankets... and going to get them.  neither really knowing what to do in the meantime, they sort of just... slithered towards something of the center of the room, naturally sticking together, and by the time they seemed... perched, there were sections where tails intercrossed.

it was probably just from always having only each other for keeping warm beyond a fire, so naturally when cold they... found themselves partially coiled around each other. if anything, it was likely they were being reserved, being in Rose’s home like this.

Snakes don’t do Cold

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Snakes don’t do Cold

@rosesilverpenrp

Rose glanced out the window, then quickly opened the door.

“Sam! Carson! It’s been ages, come in!” She gave the cat a confused look but said nothing about their feline friend.

“Let me get you both some blankets…”

“Thanks... yeah, it’s been a while.” Sam was the first to speak, per the usual

“It’s easy to forget there’s uh... people who want to see us, after the years of just making it ourselves, more or less. there’s a routine and... we’re pretty much creatures of habit, really.” Carson at least tried to give a reasoning for why they didn’t really... ever stop by.

“Yeah...  like he said.” they were grateful enough to be out of the snow, though, based on the smiles. and seeing her was nice! a good break from the usual winter frustrations and struggles...

while the three were talking, the cat had disembarked from Sam’s tail and confidently perched on the armrest of one of roses chairs, seemingly listening but also... well, being a cat.

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While he couldn’t completely understand that mindset, he did know when someone lost property they didn’t like it too much. Especially if said ‘property’ was stolen. If they were losing money that only made this whole issue worse.

He would have to get these boys as far away as possible. He looked back toward them. In their state, they probably won’t move fast enough. Malnutrition was not something he suffered from, but he knew creatures could die from it. The fallen reached up a hand to scratch at his messy hair. A frown hung heavy on his expression. They really had no other choice but to keep walking.

“We should start moving while we still have daylight.”

He moved to take a step, but seemed to realize something. “Oh! I’m Izaic by the way.”

“Carson,” was the immediate reply from the brunette, who gave the first smile of this whole ordeal, though it was small and short-lived. understandably, the blond didn't’ reply immediately, so his brother took initiative. “and this is my brother, Sam.” Sam didn’t seem upset at being introduced, but just seeming to keep quiet. he was listenning and alert but at the same time...

what might he be thinking about that’s asking for such focus? perhaps he was just trying to keep a mind on the matter at hand, rather than what else is needed aside from distance from that place. one hand thoughtlessly was brought to his stomach, just a moment’s distraction.

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REBLOG if you’re an: ”OC / OC  hub”roleplay blog

Tumblr’s search engines & tag systems are a BUST. Let’s get a network going!!!

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Now Rips wasn’t one to pick a fight if he didn’t need to. Even on his worst days, he wouldn’t be the one to throw the first punch, but the pangs of hunger in his belly pushed him ever closer to doing something stupid, and if he had to fight to get a meal, he wouldn’t hesitate to do so.

In his mind, he was sizing up the Pikachu. Small and frail like most Pikachu he’d seen, his “opponent” didn’t seem all that different from the rest of his kind, the only exception being the fact that he was bold enough to steal from a fully evolved pokemon, and with such smug swagger to his action as well that made Rips think that this was no normal electric mouse.

“Not the shine, the money is more what I’m after,” Rips said in a flat tone. Maybe telling the Pikachu about the value of the item he swiped wasn’t the best way to get him to hand it over, but Rips didn’t really care. “Maybe I did drop it in there myself, maybe I didn’t; that’s really none of your business.”

The Scrafty towered himself over the smaller pokemon, hoping to strike some sort of fearful chord with his intimidation. “And if you’re done with your look, I’d ‘preciate it if you returned the watch to me.”

withotu a word or warning, Chuck suddenly just... tossed the watch back at the other, as nonchalantly as he’d taken it. “you’d get more if it were working. you in need of quick cash for some reason? ‘cause I think I may know someone in the city who’s a better help than dumpster diving. at least, she was nice enough for me to hang around a bit.”

“I could show you the way if you can keep up. unless you don’t need any help and dumpster dive as a hobby?”

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Hiatus

Going to be mostly offline for the next two weeks, since I’ll be out of state at grandma’s where there’s no internet. i may pop on for minutes or smth (or use more data then i intend to) but in general i’ll be offline and occasionally on mobile

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The pikachu was just kinda looking at it, until something was said. “what, this broken piece of trash? I figured there must be something special about it, but looking up close I can see why it’s been discarded.” he tossed it lightly into the air, catching it again. “I just wanted that closer look, but you didn’t look like the type to share.” And back to focus on the watch.

“ALthough, I don’t think it’s really yours either: you didn’t drop it in that bin, did ya? you just attracted to the shine?” another light toss and catch. this Pikachu is just asking for an issue- look at that smug face. for only wanting a look, he’s not exactly returned it.

It was the middle of the afternoon in the outer streets of Ryme City. Normally, Rips wouldn’t be awake at this hour, electing instead to snooze in the darkest place he could find until sunset, but money was tight. If he didn’t get some currency soon, he would go hungry, and his grumbling stomach made sleep pretty much impossible.

He was digging through a garbage can in the alleyway between a pawn shop and an apartment complex, both of which were known for throwing out the occasional rarity that he could sell for a quick buck. As much as he would have preferred to kick over the can and search through the trash that way, his prize was too delicate for any roughhousing. Instead, much to his embarrassment, he had to hang his body over the side, letting his stubby legs hang in the air.

After a few minutes of rummaging, he finally found something worth keeping. Pushing himself out of the can, he clenched his fist tightly around a small piece of gold. A stopwatch, no doubt somewhat valuable, making him question why it would be thrown out. He would be able to pawn it off somewhere and make at least enough money for a meal or two.

A car horn honked in the street, and Rips turned it his head to see if he’d been spotted. Nope, the street was empty, must have been an echo. He turned back to look at his prize. There was a problem though, his fist was empty. He hadn’t even felt it leave his hand. Did he drop it?

He searched around on the ground for it until his gaze met with a small yellow pokemon at the alley’s end, with a glittering hint of gold held in its paws.

“Care to explain what my watch is doing in your possession, bub?”

@princce7 @pris-ocs (Sorry for the length, I got a bit carried away. I don’t expect your reply to be anywhere near as long as mine.)

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“Your OTP can’t be canon/oc!”

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growth of a seed

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Reblog if you’re willing to do threads that involve more than 2 muses

For some multi-muse blogs, they may have two muses who are always together or may want to introduce another muse partway in the thread to shake things up.

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                                                           ( FLOWER AESTHETIC )

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“God” is proven to be real, and is accepting fan mail/“Ask God” submissions. Write one of these submissions from the point of view of a cancer victim.

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Penny glanced at Pri and lays on her. "momma... I love you."

I have been blessed…and Cursed…for now I cannot move… “I love you too precious little thing-”

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Please re-blog if you’re OK with silly fan art of your characters.

Fan art, headcannons, whatever man, I love this stuff