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       PLEASE, REBLOG THIS IF YOU’RE AN INDIE RPER WITH A FEMALE MUSE.

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              “ I abhor hipsters. I eat them for fun! “

                                        Indie Trevor Philips

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send one to see how my muse reacts  /  rough ( some nsfw ) edition.

[ press ] to roughly push my muse against the wall.

[ guide ] to roughly grab my muse and pull them into a passionate kiss.

[ yank ] to roughly grab my muses arm preventing them from leaving after an argument.

[ pin ] to roughly grab my muses wrists.

[ tug ] to roughly grab my muses hair.

[ rip ] or [ rip + name clothing piece ]  to roughly rip a piece of clothing off my muse.

[ spank ] to spank my muse.

[ choke ] to choke my muse. 

[ push ] to roughly push my muse onto a bed.

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Platonic Cuddling/Bed-sharing Starters!

“C’mere – I am an amazing big spoon.”

“You’re so short! How can you expect to be the big spoon?”

“I’ve.. never been the little spoon before.” 

“You’re softer than a pillow…”

“Everyone thinks this is so intimate, being in bed together… I just want to sleep.”

“Can you scratch my back? It always helps me sleep.”

“Ahh, you’re like my personal bedwarmer! So warm…”

“Jeez, why are you so hot!”

“I talk in my sleep, just so you know.”

“Why are you so far away? Scoot closer.”

“That’s my favorite pillow! Give it back!”

Bonus; the morning after!

“My favorite part of last night was definitely you snoring in my ear.”

“How is it that you’re so small, but still managed to take up all of the bed?”

“Good morning! I’ve made breakfast, here –”

“Could’ve warned me you talk in your sleep.”

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send one to see how my muse reacts  /  soft edition.

[ trail ] for your muse to start a trail of kisses down my muses neck. 

[ shift ] for your muse to move hair off my muses face.

[ stroke] for your muse to gently stoke my muse’s face.

[ chin ] for your muse to gently grab my muses chin.

[ tuck ] to place a blanket on my muse.

[ wrap ] for your muse to walk into the room and say nothing before wrapping their arms around my muse. 

[ fidget ] for your muse to comfort mine during a bad dream.

[ braid ] for your muse to braid mines hair.

[ sponge ] for your muse to give my muse a sponge bath.

[ drape ] for your muse to help pull off / unzip my muses clothing

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New XKit and Net Neutrality

New XKit can only exist because of net neutrality. Every time @staff’s improvements to Tumblr cause one of our extensions to stop working we need to update every XKit around the world with a less broken version. This requires a sizable amount of network traffic that can be throttled or blocked if we lose net neutrality.

We would like to join @staff in calling for you to take action. We need to fight against ISPs like Verizon who after acquiring Tumblr restricted and censored their pro-net-neutrality statements.

Please act now by visiting Dear FCC, Battle for the Net, or Mozilla to send a comment. If you can, email or call your representatives in congress to ask them to join you in speaking out against the FCC’s attempts to kill net neutrality.

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continued from x || @deadamongus

Rosalie was relieved when King Ezekiel had told her that she could have the day off with Ben. After days of target practice and going on runs for the Saviors, she was finally able to have a day off. She sat alongside her friend in one of the open spaces in the Kingdom, the sun shining down on them as the warm summer day passed around them. She had picked up a few flowers from the Kingdom garden and had began to work on a flower crown for Ben when she noticed out of the corner of her eye that Ben had laid down.

She stopped working on the flower crown when she had heard Ben say her name. She raised her eyebrow as she turned her head to look at him, ready to answer his question. That was when she realized that he had fallen asleep and he was... dreaming about her?

“Ben.” she said, giving him a gentle shake. “Ben, you’re talking in your sleep.”

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Rosalie smiled as she pet Shiva through the bars of the large feline’s cage. When she couldn’t sleep, Rosalie would walk around the inside of the Kingdom and visit Shiva before she went back to her room. Growing up, everyone from her teachers to her parents had told her how dangerous tigers were. How they could kill you once you turn your back to them and that they showed no mercy to their prey. When Rosalie had first met Shiva, she was shocked with how gentle the big cat was to her and her father. 

Rosalie gave Shiva one last pat before she walked away from the cage and into the hallway, heading to her room. She hummed to herself as she walked down the hallway, smiling as she passed by her father’s room. She jumped when she heard her father scream. Her heart began to race as she opened Richard’s door and barged into the room. 

“Dad? Are you okay?” she asked as she walked up to the bed and sat next to him, gently resting her hand on his back. 

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ATTENTION  WALKING  DEAD  ROLEPLAYERS  ! 

 over  the  past  couple  of  months  i’ve  noticed  a  little  drop  in  activity  in  the  walking  dead  community,  so  i’m  going  to  put  together  a  masterlist.  if  you  are  a  twd  canon,  original  character  or  multimuse  blog,  then  please  reblog  this  post.   you  may  also  reblog  if  you  have  a  twd  verse.  added  bonus,  if  you  could  put  in  the  tags  which  of  twd  characters  you’d  like  to  see,  would  be  perfect.

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me looking at my muse: Ily so much

me looking at my muse: you beautiful piece of trash

me to my rp partners: HURT HIM UNTIL HE CAN NO LONGER STAND IT MAKE HIM CRY GO AHEAD DO IT

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continued from x || @deadamongus​

Everything had happened so fast, she felt like she was in a dream. Today was the day where King Ezekiel and a select few of the Kingdom soldiers would meet with the Saviors a few miles away from the Kingdom. She figured the meeting would go the same as the last, one of the nasty Saviors throwing choice words her dad’s way, a few punches thrown in, and then they would leave. But that wasn’t the case this time. 

When they had arrived at the usual meeting spot, everything had been going well. And then there was an argument about a missing cantaloupe and then bang. Rosalie had been so focused on where the missing cantaloupe was, she hadn’t noticed her dad was fighting with the Savior that had been giving her trouble. She turned to see who the gun shot hit, and was horrified when she saw Ben on the floor, bleeding from a major artery. 

Rosalie was the first to run to Ben’s side, applying pressure to the wound as best as she could as they took him back to the Kingdom. They hadn’t made it to the Kingdom though. They had made it to the home Carol was in that was just outside the Kingdom’s walls. After attempts of trying to save her best friend,  Ben was pronounced dead. Rosalie didn’t have time to mourn as she went back with Ezekiel and the soldiers to bring back the one cantaloupe that was missing. The one stupid cantaloupe that cost Ben’s life. 

Then everything went to hell again. Her dad, Richard, was going to give the fruit to the Saviors, when Morgan went crazy and began to attack her father. She stood there in shock as she watched Morgan kill her father, her eyes wide, tears rolling down her cheeks, clutching onto Ezekiel as she watched the events unfold in front of her. When Morgan had announced that Richard was the cause of Ben’s death, how the obstacles that were in their way before were by him, Rosalie took a step back and went to sit in the passengers side of the truck. 

When they had arrived back at the Kingdom, Rosalie went to her room and locked the door behind her. She stripped herself of her armor and changed into something more comfortable, one of Ben’s shirts she had stole and a comfortable pair of jeans and shoes and took her sketch book and headed to the Gazebo. 

She began to sketch out one of the squirrels she saw near the garden, but her sadness had gotten the better of her and she began to break down in tears. She threw the sketch book on the ground and brought her legs up and hugged them, setting her chin on her knees. She lost her best friend and her father in the same day. 

Sadness quickly turned into anger when she heard Morgan’s voice utter out the words ‘I’m sorry.’ She stood up from the bench and walked over to Morgan, pushing him violently before she began to yell. “You’re sorry?! Saying sorry isn’t going to make everything better! You killed my dad!” she yelled with a punch to his chest. “How could you?! Answer me!” 

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deadamongus:

Everyone had been shouting and waving guns in each other’s faces all over one missing cantaloupe.  The tension was so great you could almost cut it with a knife.  Everything happened so fast that it took a few moments to set in that he had been shot by the asshole Savior that had a vendetta against Richard.  However, when it did set in, the pain was almost unbearable.

The last thing he remembered was everyone crowding around him as they tried to stop the bleeding.  Before he completely lost consciousness, he saw Rosalie pressing her hands against the wound, blood staining everything she touched.  

Blinking slowly, Ben opened his eyes.  He didn’t know how he had gotten back to the Kingdom, but he recognized the infirmary.  Then he felt the little hand inside of his.  Turning his head, he saw Rosalie sitting there.   “Hey.”  A smile came to his face as he looked at her. “You okay?”

Rosalie’s eyes widened as she watched as Ben opened his eyes. She playfully rolled her eyes when she heard his question. “I think that’s a question I should be asking you.” she said with a small laugh as she scooted her chair closer to the bed Ben was laying in. With her free hand, she gently ran her fingers through Ben’s curly hair.

“I’m so glad you’re okay. I was worried we’d lose you.” she whispered, feeling tears begin to well in her eyes. She let out a small sigh as she looked at the empty doorway and then back at her wounded friend. “I’m not sure what’s going to happen to the Savior that shot you. Hopefully he doesn’t show up for any future meetings. If he does, I’ll kick his butt.” she said with a small smile as she squeezed his hand. 

“We haven’t told your brother what happened. The last time I checked he was playing with some of the other kids near the stables. Do you want me to go get him? Or should we wait?”

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FIN

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  Rosalie blushed at the mention of swimming naked. Rosalie wasn’t that comfortable with her body. Her previous owner had marked her back with various burns and scars, not to mention the ones on her wrists that her previous owner had made so he could feed from her. “I mean I just…I just don’t like… showing my body off is all. Plus my previous owner used to have these magazines that had all these cute dresses and clothes and stuff and I saw some cute swimsuits so maybe some of the stores around here have them.” she said with a small smile as she walked up to the bed.

She sat down and ran her hand over the velvet cover, suddenly beginning to feel exhausted. “So… I could paint it?” she said, looking over to her owner. “Um… are you… going to give me money to go shopping?” she asked, raising her eyebrow. She let out a small sigh at the mention of a collar. “Well, at least I don’t have to wear the collar all the time. Can I see it? Is it pink? I haven’t known you for long but I have a feeling you like the color pink.”

❝ There’s internet here. The computer is in the office, ❞ Lisa answered,  ❝ You’re free to use it during the day. I’ve become a little more than addicted to Amazon and Ebay so from time to time you may have to answer the door to sign for my packages. ❞

Lisa couldn’t help but allow the curve of a smile to cross her lips as she listened to the young girl worry about things she no  longer needed to concern herself with. As caretaker, the blonde vampire had taken on the crown of mother and mistress to the human that would sustain her for decades.  ❝ I’ll have you a card made up so I can transfer money into your account – sot of like an allowance bi-weekly. ❞

At the comment of her liking pink, Lisa couldn’t help the amused huff of laughter, ❝ I do, but only strippers wear pink collars. Yours is white and gold. Real classy. The ID tag is still being created and I should have it buy tomorrow afternoon. So unfortunately, you’ll be confined to the house until tomorrow night – we can go together to buy you a few clothes and supplies for your room. ❞

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Rosalie was in her room when she heard slam against the wall in the hallway. It caused a small startled jump from the young woman. Was someone breaking in? Was Lisa okay? She set her sketch book aside and slid off her bed as she walked to her door. She stopped before she opened it to look around for some form of a weapon. She picked up a baseball bat she had bought at a thrift store, something that reminded her of her father. Strong. Stable. A little worn down but would do it’s best to protect her. 

She slowly opened her door, baseball bat in hand as she made her way into the hallway. She let out a small gasp and hid the bat behind her as she saw Lisa was in a compromising position. She blushed and looked down at the floor, feeling embarrassed that she had interrupted such an intimate moment.

“I... I’m sorry. I heard a loud bang in the hallway and thought the worst.” she said, stepping back a bit. “I hope I didn’t ruin the mood. I’ll just uh... I’ll just go back and mind my own business.”

@rosaliiewiilson liked for a lyric based starter!

( song )

It wasn’t every night that the vampire held company that would remain in her home, sleeping with her in the weakest moments that a vampire held. With a loud bang, the pictures on the wall shaking and rattling, her back hit against the hallway wall as the dark haired stranger, a vampire like herself, pressed his lips against her own while his hands busied themselves beneath her blouse.

But it was only a moment’s pause in movement that Lisa had come to the realization that they hadn’t been alone. With a turn to see her human pet, Lisa would have blushed if she had the capacity.

❝ Shouldn’t you be asleep? ❞

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@deadamongus

When the bullet had left the Savior’s gun, Rosalie wasn’t expecting it to hit Ben. She thought it was going to hit her father, and she didn’t know what she would have done if it had. But instead, it had hit Ben, her best friend, and she still didn’t know what to do. She stood in shock for at least 30 seconds until Jerry and the other Saviors had snapped her out of it. She stayed by Ben’s side, making him a tourniquet and applying pressure to his wound.

They had gotten back to the Kingdom in time, everyone helping Ben to their doctor, Rosalie not leaving his side. She helped the doctor with the surgery and spent the night sleeping in the chair that stood by Ben’s bedside. When morning came, she opened her eyes and smiled as she saw a breathing Ben in the bed. She had to admit that their doctor was the best out of all the communities. She scooted her chair closer to Ben’s bed and slipped her hand in his, giving it a gentle squeeze.

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                         “I’M GOING TO FIND YOU, AJ.”

                                   indie, semi-selective & private CLEMENTINE                                                            written by jay;                                            human fc: AMANDLA STENBERG                                                      est. jan 08, 2016