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My gender is a social construct

FACTS LMAO

@imasillygooose @holywoodelevator @emobirthdaycake

Type "my gender is" on your phone and let your phone finish the sentence, then tag your moots to keep the chain going, I'll go first.

My gender is a little bit more intense than I thought I could have done

@mirukosbitchywife @get-junpeid

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THANK YOUUUUUUUU

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WAIT NONONO I DIDNT AGREE TO THIS

I dare you to fuck shitlips and if you don’t I’ll tell Grace that you’re a bottom

HUH?!?!

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Ooc: since I’d get murdered if I didn’t show you guys, here’s my (almost) finished Richie cosplay!!!

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michie fic where max leaves richie gifts in his locker signed “secret admirer” with the plan on valentine’s day of laughing in his face. max ends up spending way too much time thinking about each gift and starts actually trying to make good gifts for him and then just falls for him and reveals in on valentine’s day

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Ooc: YALL I JUST FINISHED MY FIRST STAGE PERFORMANCE IN YEARS ANF IT WENT SO WELL AAAAA

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[A smile settled on Richie’s face as he took a bite, despite his apprehension.]

“Mm, this is good.”

[He mumbles through his food.]

“Practice was alright, bruised my shoulder a bit on a backflip gone wrong. Other than that though, I think I’m starting to get the hang of the new routine.”

[His nephew had been complaining about the elevated complexity of the new routine for weeks, so it was nice to hear that he was warming up to it. The shoulder, however, concerned Paul. Now that he was thinking about it, Richie’s left shoulder had been oddly relaxed, as normally the teen perpetually hunched in on himself. Paul couldn’t see any of his skin through the heavy Naruto sweater he insisted on wearing despite his overactive sweat glands.]

"Hey Richie!" Paul stands over a chopping board, slicing scallions as Richie gets home from high school. From the kitchen, a rich umami smell drifts. "How was school? Melissa from work gave me some left over pork bones so I thought that I might try making ramen for dinner."

((Hi! I love your miku blog lol. this is @theguywhodoesntlikemusicals and i saw on your pinned post you are a fellow Paul-Takes-Care-Of-Richie believer. feel free to ignore but I would love to rp!

[Richie shuffles in the door, slipping his backpack off his shoulders and placing it on the dining table. He looks a bit tired, probably had cheer practice. He does perk up a bit at the mention of ramen though, and comes closer to the pot.]

“Hey Paul! School was alright. Pete and I got an A on our English project.”

[He says. At the mention of Melissa, something deep in the teen’s subconscious twinges. Something so distant it may as well be from another life. But something about that name made him uneasy, and those bones… something was off.]

“Ramen looks good. But.. are you 100% sure that’s pork?”

[He tentatively questions, moving closer to the bones and inspecting them.]

(HII so sorry it took me so long to answer this I lost all motivation for this blog right before you sent the ask :( I’m back now so yippee!! I would love to rp!!!)

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[Richie froze. His entire mind was having a war with itself. Every instinct was screaming at him to run, fight, kick, scream, anything to get out of where he currently is. But… part of him wanted to accept it, to pretend, if only for a bit, that this is Paul. It would be so easy. For a moment it looks like he’s about to give in, arms twitching to hug back and eyes ready to further dehydrate the poor man. But then, his brow furrows, and he pushes away from “Paul”.]

“D-don’t touch me! I- you can’t fool me with this.”

[As shaky as his voice was, he tried to make the words sound powerful.]

The whole world was a singing nightmare.

Richie didn't expect to wake up to harmonies and organised melodies at all. At first, he went to Paul, but he was singing too.

So in a panic, he ran into a somehow still functioning coffee shop, with one tired looking barista behind the counter. She had her brown hair messily tied into a bun, and she wore a black ribbon below her collar and a green apron.

She sighed as she looked at him. "For the last time, Richie," she began. "I don't want to hear you sing your vocaloid songs at this time of day."

- @tipforapoisonedcoffee

[Richie rushed into the shop, leaning on the counter while releasing wheezing breaths. His eyes were wide, hair left un-styled. He seems to flinch when Emma opens her mouth, however a visible expression of relief settles on his face as soon as she speaks.]

“God no! Singing is the last thing I wanna do right now! Emma. Something is incredibly wrong.”

[Is all he manages, panicked. Somehow the teen forgot his inhaler. Glancing behind him, Emma sees a group of people dancing in the parking lot… interesting.]

“T-there’s some kind of infection! It’s got Paul.”

[He’s leaning so far onto the counter he’s basically lying on it.]

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“…I guess It’s fine. I just have this bad gut feeling..”

[He relents. But against his better judgment, Richie takes a bowl from the cupboard and fills it, letting Paul sprinkle some of the freshly cut scallions onto it. The dish certainly smells good as Richie takes it to the table.]

“Now that you mention Zeke, I had practice today.”

[Richie mentions, trying to steer the topic to get his mind off of whatever is making him feel like this.]

"Hey Richie!" Paul stands over a chopping board, slicing scallions as Richie gets home from high school. From the kitchen, a rich umami smell drifts. "How was school? Melissa from work gave me some left over pork bones so I thought that I might try making ramen for dinner."

((Hi! I love your miku blog lol. this is @theguywhodoesntlikemusicals and i saw on your pinned post you are a fellow Paul-Takes-Care-Of-Richie believer. feel free to ignore but I would love to rp!

[Richie shuffles in the door, slipping his backpack off his shoulders and placing it on the dining table. He looks a bit tired, probably had cheer practice. He does perk up a bit at the mention of ramen though, and comes closer to the pot.]

“Hey Paul! School was alright. Pete and I got an A on our English project.”

[He says. At the mention of Melissa, something deep in the teen’s subconscious twinges. Something so distant it may as well be from another life. But something about that name made him uneasy, and those bones… something was off.]

“Ramen looks good. But.. are you 100% sure that’s pork?”

[He tentatively questions, moving closer to the bones and inspecting them.]

(HII so sorry it took me so long to answer this I lost all motivation for this blog right before you sent the ask :( I’m back now so yippee!! I would love to rp!!!)

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[With “Paul”’s grip so tight, Richie has basically let himself go limp. His head is hung at this point, and he has all but given up. So he says what’s on his mind.]

“You’ll never replace him. Whatever you are.”

[He muttered, voice low and resentful. He doesn’t look “Paul” in the eyes because if he does, he’ll falter, drop his expression, pause in a sentence, or the tears might show again. And Richie refuses to show this thing that he’s still affected by its choice of puppet.]

The whole world was a singing nightmare.

Richie didn't expect to wake up to harmonies and organised melodies at all. At first, he went to Paul, but he was singing too.

So in a panic, he ran into a somehow still functioning coffee shop, with one tired looking barista behind the counter. She had her brown hair messily tied into a bun, and she wore a black ribbon below her collar and a green apron.

She sighed as she looked at him. "For the last time, Richie," she began. "I don't want to hear you sing your vocaloid songs at this time of day."

- @tipforapoisonedcoffee

[Richie rushed into the shop, leaning on the counter while releasing wheezing breaths. His eyes were wide, hair left un-styled. He seems to flinch when Emma opens her mouth, however a visible expression of relief settles on his face as soon as she speaks.]

“God no! Singing is the last thing I wanna do right now! Emma. Something is incredibly wrong.”

[Is all he manages, panicked. Somehow the teen forgot his inhaler. Glancing behind him, Emma sees a group of people dancing in the parking lot… interesting.]

“T-there’s some kind of infection! It’s got Paul.”

[He’s leaning so far onto the counter he’s basically lying on it.]

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[Richie grabs a few of his favorites when he gets to the cafeteria, his tray consisting of some chips, tacos, and an apple. He sits beside Roxy after paying.]

“What’d you get?”

[He asks, wanting to keep the conversation light after what happened earlier.]

[ Roxy was at her locker, waiting for Richie to come by. She scrolled on her phone as she waited, humming. ]

- @roxannehidgens

[Roxy soon recognized a familiar blue approaching her out of her peripheral. Looking up from her phone, she sees Richie shuffling up to her.]

“Hey Roxy!”

[He greets, adjusting an anime pin on his backpack strap.]

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Grace- Grace you know this. I have been out of the closet for two years now.

NANI?! I had no clue…

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[Richie was fully crying now. He hated that he was considering this, considering letting himself fall to the infection and praying there was something waiting for him on the other side. Even if it was just the bliss of eternal nothingness.]

“Please… please no.”

[He almost whispers, voice so shaky it’s barely intelligible.]

The whole world was a singing nightmare.

Richie didn't expect to wake up to harmonies and organised melodies at all. At first, he went to Paul, but he was singing too.

So in a panic, he ran into a somehow still functioning coffee shop, with one tired looking barista behind the counter. She had her brown hair messily tied into a bun, and she wore a black ribbon below her collar and a green apron.

She sighed as she looked at him. "For the last time, Richie," she began. "I don't want to hear you sing your vocaloid songs at this time of day."

- @tipforapoisonedcoffee

[Richie rushed into the shop, leaning on the counter while releasing wheezing breaths. His eyes were wide, hair left un-styled. He seems to flinch when Emma opens her mouth, however a visible expression of relief settles on his face as soon as she speaks.]

“God no! Singing is the last thing I wanna do right now! Emma. Something is incredibly wrong.”

[Is all he manages, panicked. Somehow the teen forgot his inhaler. Glancing behind him, Emma sees a group of people dancing in the parking lot… interesting.]

“T-there’s some kind of infection! It’s got Paul.”

[He’s leaning so far onto the counter he’s basically lying on it.]

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The cat of insurmountable suspicion and mischief

let your moots tell you which one you are!!!

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[Richie is immediately struggling. His strength was… well it wasn’t. Meaning all he was accomplishing was tiring himself out; but still he wriggled to get out of “Paul’s” grip. Tears were now streaming down his face, but despite all this, he tried to play along.]

“P-Paul! How… are you..?”

[He realizes as soon as the words are out of his mouth that he should’ve added some kind of musical flair, so now he looks at Paul with the complete and overwhelming fear of someone who thinks they are about to die.]

The whole world was a singing nightmare.

Richie didn't expect to wake up to harmonies and organised melodies at all. At first, he went to Paul, but he was singing too.

So in a panic, he ran into a somehow still functioning coffee shop, with one tired looking barista behind the counter. She had her brown hair messily tied into a bun, and she wore a black ribbon below her collar and a green apron.

She sighed as she looked at him. "For the last time, Richie," she began. "I don't want to hear you sing your vocaloid songs at this time of day."

- @tipforapoisonedcoffee

[Richie rushed into the shop, leaning on the counter while releasing wheezing breaths. His eyes were wide, hair left un-styled. He seems to flinch when Emma opens her mouth, however a visible expression of relief settles on his face as soon as she speaks.]

“God no! Singing is the last thing I wanna do right now! Emma. Something is incredibly wrong.”

[Is all he manages, panicked. Somehow the teen forgot his inhaler. Glancing behind him, Emma sees a group of people dancing in the parking lot… interesting.]

“T-there’s some kind of infection! It’s got Paul.”

[He’s leaning so far onto the counter he’s basically lying on it.]

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Ah- uhh I’m doin good! How do you know my uncle?

Hello, hello, hello!!

@spiderweb-prophet

Hello!

Who are you again?