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Rambles

I know I owe people replies. Things have been busy. And when I'm not busy I'm too busy sulking in bed and doing nothing because I'm in such a bad place. I'll get to them at some point. Hopefully soon. I'm sorry to the like four people I rp with.

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I'm working 8 days straight so I'll be on when I can, and I'll probably do replies Wednesday night or Thursday. So send me memes and stuff until then!

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if you ever wanna ship with me just come to my ask and be like “listen dick face we bout to fuck shit up with a ship ok.”

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tauhreliil:

wants to write long reply: can only come up with like six sentences

meant to keep it short: writes fucking gone with the wind

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unseenmockingjay:

psa;

 i am a shy roleplayer. messaging people first doesn’t come easy to me. i go to send someone a message and then my mind goes a million miles an hour; what if they don’t like my writing, what if they don’t even know who my muse is, what if they don’t like the fandom, what if they’re roleplaying with someone who roleplays the same muse, *rereads the rules 10000s times but still gets paranoid im brekaing a rule*, what if they aren’t following me, are the mutuals only, what if they don’t like the plot i have in mind. and basically it fills me with so much nervousness and fear i just back away and continue to watch from afar.  this doesn’t mean i never message first, when i’m confident the person likes my writing style/blog i find approaching them a little bit easier.  this isn’t anything personal or me trying to be superior in any way. i am shy, have low confidence, and am very unsure of myself and my writing.  if i follow you and never message you, i’m sorry, i truly am. but i adore each and every one of you and love to see you all. if i had it my way i would speak and roleplay to all of you.  i hope you all can understand and forgive my unhealthy way of thinking (✿◠‿◠)

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\\This is just me rambling, so just ignore unless you want to read sad feelings. I'm on mobile so I can't put it under a read more. I'd always heard, and been told, that Tumblr and the rp community that's here was a great place to make friends. I've seen first hand as other people make friends, sometimes even best friends, build relationships, find people that they can talk to out of character at any point in time for any reason. Friends that they talk to daily, confide in when they're having a bad day, and talk to when even the most insignificant thing happens in their day. However, I've never experienced this. I've been in the rp community off and on for about 4 years now, and I've never made any friends from it. I try; we get as far as a few messages before it seems like no one wants to talk to me. I don't have friends in my personal life, so I continually run to tumblr, hoping that this time will be different, this time I'll make friends, this time I'll be that someone that people message daily about their days, and come to with all the plots. I hope every time to find best friends, but to no avail. I can't help but wonder, am I the only one who goes through this?

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Send a ✨ if you want to RP with me but don’t know how to approach me.

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Well, he obviously hadn't seen the guy before, if he never came into Byron's shop. "Well you should come by sometime. I'm sure I can find something you'll like. Everyone has a sweet tooth, even if it's hidden away." He chuckled, scratching the back of his head and looking down. It was hard to meet the others eyes. They were just a replica of his own.

An odd nervousness ran through his veins, and he ran his tongue over his lips. He wasn't sure where to go from here, if anywhere. Did they just part ways and act like it never happened? That would be the normal thing to do, right?

The other man had other ideas, it seemed, as he stuck his hand out and introduced himself. Byron took his hand, his grip firm even through his nervousness, and tried to meet the others eyes. "Hi Kite, it's nice to meet you. I'm Byron."

Starter for @iaediophilia

Excitement flowed through Byron’s veins as his eyes bore into the meat display case, trying to decide what he should cook. Beef, chicken, pork, fish, lobster- it all sounded so good. Excitement mixed with nervousness when he thought about cooking it. He could bake for sure. He’d been good at that for years, as was evident in his prospering career as a bakery owner. But cooking? That was a whole new ball game for him.

He was still trying to choose when he felt a presence beside him. He glanced up at the man behind the counter then at the man who was now standing beside him. “You can go ahead and get him. I still don’t know what I want.”

He went back to looking at all the delicious looking food in front of him when he started. He did a double take to look at the guy standing next to him. He looked just like Byron. It was like he was a clone. He stood for a moment staring like an idiot, before he finally broke his gaze and shook his head a little. “Ah, I’m sorry, but I can’t help but notice you look exactly like me.”

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REBLOG & FOLLOW + MUSES

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neharps:

okay but im really in the mood for “we’re both shitty people” plots like consider

you’re my sibling’s new spouse but damn when you kiss me it feels like i’m on fire

hi when i saw you at that bachelor/bachelorettes party i didn’t realize it was thrown for you or maybe i did and we slept together and oh shit you’re getting married in literally two days

my twin is dating you and i might have tricked you into thinking she was me just to get some but now i find out that you knew the whole time

why is this couple vigorously making out in front of us — oh shit did you just throw popcorn at them? and now i’m laughing so i look like the asshole that did it

you were the person my ex cheated on me with so i dumped a drink on you but turns out you didn’t know about me either and i came to apologize

walked in on my roommate and you screwing except i know you from class and i freaked out a little

i was hustling you in pool for money but you were hustling me for free drinks so who’s the real winner here?

i was swerving on the road but i’m not drunk it’s because i thought i saw a squirrel and you’re the cop that pulled me over except damn you’re hot, and you’re making eyes at me too

someone give me one or all of these, we good? we good.

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The music was a good idea. Byron could tell by the smile on the others face that it relaxed him, put him at ease. He was glad. There was no reason for him, nor anyone else, to feel uncomfortable in his shop. He warmed the scone in the oven while pouring himself another cup of coffee. He placed it on a plate, a square of butter underneath it so the warmth from the pastry would melt it, and set it on a small table by the door.

"Mind if I join you?" Byron took a seat at the table with his coffee, extending his arm to invite the male to sit. "I haven't thought about making peach, actually. Maybe I should try it. It shouldn't too hard, I wouldn't think." He mumbled to himself for a few minutes, expecting the other to sit down with him.

"Of course it's on the house. I'm the owner. I can do whatever I want. And that includes giving out free food. So yes. It's on the house."

Open Starter - Byron & ??

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Of course he sat beside her. Of course. She rolled her eyes as he sat down and tried to pay attention to what the teacher was saying. Her focus faltered though, as she could feel the boy next to her. She could feel him glancing at her. She tried not to look back, but her eyes shifted to the side. He already had a notebook out, taking notes. He smiled back at her, and she quickly moved her eyes back to her own notebook.

Korean? Why was he in Norway? He did catch her attention, though. He liked winter. And ballet. The two things her life revolved around. Should she talk to him? She could tell her awkwardness and nervousness was making the room colder; her classmates shrugged into their jackets as her teacher went to the thermostat, turning it up a few degrees. Not that it would help. The more nervous she got, the colder it would get. No one knew it was her though. Her status not her powers are something she wanted anyone to know.

She should probably say something to him. Shouldn’t she? She wasn’t sure. What was the proper protocol when a weird Korean boy sat next to you in physics class? She was missing notes. Her notebook was missing half the stuff that was on the board. She blinked her eyes quickly, stuck her tongue slightly out of the side of her mouth, and began scribbling. She didn’t get it all, but she got most of it.

Her teacher sat, giving them time to work on problems in class and come to her with questions. Now is as good a time as any, she supposed. She leaned over a bit, speaking in a whisper. “Um, the equations we have to work on are in the book. You can, uh you can look off mine if you’d like.”

Dig A Little Deeper {Adelaide x Jungkook: Closed}

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Jungkook sat on the mat, knees together, resting back on his ankles as he stared at the dark floor. Pacing on the tile was all that could be heard, silence echoing throughout the hall. First big mission since he’d been back from his break, since him. Jungkook couldn’t even think his name without a cringe, an ache, a sadness begetting his features throughout his whole body. He went back to his weapons, his compound, his bleak life without any emotion. The life he adored, the life he was used to, the life of an assassin. Jungkook went back to everything, even Kite. Even his name given to him. Given to him by Eagle, his makeshift father, his boss, his tie to life. The only reason he was still even here.

“Kite.” The name Eagle called him in front of everyone. In front of the client. “You may stand, turn and face me.” Coming up off of the floor, he turned smoothly, hands clasped behind his back as he faced his boss. The client, Adara from Harland. A kingdom in the bay of some country that Jungkook didn’t pay attention to. It didn’t matter to him. All that mattered was what he was going to do. Hopefully he wouldn’t be stuck as a bodyguard, an escort, or something of that kind. No. Jungkook wanted hands on, metal to flesh, assassination this time. He wanted to clear his mind, breathe out his worries, and let a bullet fly.

“I’d like to know if you’re capable of what I’ll be requiring of you, Kite.” the voice of Adara rang clear, and Jungkook nodded, face straight, no emotions, no feeling. “Yes miss.” Jungkook’s voice was soft, level, a smile from Eagle in the background. Jungkook watched her lay out everything on the table, and with a silent nod from Eagle, Jungkook stepped forward to the documents. A picture of a woman, blonde, blue eyes, laid out with many documents he would have to read. “I want her dead.” Adara’s voice was hollow, angry, obviously serious. Jungkook nodded, carefully looking over the picture of the girl, almost in admiration. She was very beautiful, but that wasn’t something he was allowed to think. Doing his job was the only thing that mattered.

“As you wish, miss.” Jungkook nodded, looking over the paperwork, beginning to read. Adelaide Bjorgman, daughter of Princess Anna of Arendelle. High status, daughter of important noble, means she’s worth a lot. Jungkook couldn’t understand why this was an assassination case and not a ransom, but Jungkook wasn’t supposed to ask questions. “I want you to get close to her first, make your presence in her life known, get close to the family. Befriend her, then ruin her life. End it.” Jungkook only nodded to her before she walked out, leaving everything on the desk. After she left, Jungkook cocked an eyebrow at Eagle, tilting his head. “I didn’t know this was going to be an extended mission.” His voice was quiet, respectful, but held every question Eagle knew he possessed.

“I figured you could use a change of scenery.” To forget about him, was what Jungkook knew the implication was. Jungkook only nodded. “Go and pack. You’ll need normal clothing. Is your English still impeccable?” A nod was all Jungkook gave, and Eagle came closer to him, resting a hand on his shoulder in such a gentle way that Jungkook looked up to meet his eyes. “Jungkook, be careful. There is a lot resting on this, and I can’t have you injured. I was going to send Sparrow, but I’m sending you because I know you’re capable. Don’t let your feelings get in the way.” Jungkook nodded, unsure if he could fulfill that statement.

Getting off the plane in Norway, Norway, Jungkook opened his phone on the plane to see a text from Eagle. Stay safe. He didn’t bother to text back, knowing Eagle would know he saw it. No answer could mean as much as he wanted it to. He saw, through the documents, that he was to enroll at the same school she went to. He was enrolling as Kite, as Jeon Kite, a normal exchange student who came to the country to look for a better education. Jungkook didn’t much care for it, but he knew it had to be done. Focus, he thought, walking into the school building, and into his first class.

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It was so hard to focus on the movie. Actually, no. It was impossible. Addie’s mind kept going back to Jungkook. Every time she brought her mind, her focus, her attention back to the movie, to her friends, it wavered less than a minute later. He wasn’t really coming home, was he? It wasn’t like Addie didn’t want to see him. But she wasn’t sure she knew how at this point. It had been so long. He’d missed all of junior year. And he wouldn’t even tell her why! He’d never even had the chance to come to one of her recitals before he disappeared.

His disappearance had been so sudden. He gave no indication that he simply wouldn’t show up to school one day. Not return emails or text messages. She’d even tried calling him a few times. It rang once then went to voicemail. She really wouldn’t know what to talk about if he really did come back. What would she even say to him? She wasn’t even sure she’d consider him her best friend anymore, or even a friend at all really.

Her phone buzzed in her pocket, but she kept her eyes glued to the screen, not wanting to interrupt Saturday girls night. Rachel and Katie would tease her relentlessly if she spent their movie night on her phone. However the desire to look at her phone was making her anxious, like an itch under her skin. Was it another email from Kookie? The nickname made her blush slightly. Her eyes unfocused and the tv went blurry. She was lost in thought, thinking about the time they’d had together, and the time they could have together. Would things be the same now as they were then?

The last 45 minutes of the movie dragged on. All Addie wanted to do was look at her phone, to know if Jungkook had mailed back, if this was the end of his silence toward her. When it finally ended, Addie headed outside to the coach that was waiting for her. She promised to keep her two best friends updated on if Jungkook emailed her back, after they begged her for a solid two minutes. It seems that they didn’t know about the email she’d received while the movie was still on.

She stepped into the car and took her seat, nodding her thanks to her coachman, and immediately pulled her phone out of her pocket. It was an email from Jungkook! Her heart lit up and sank at the same time. He was talking to her again, at least for now. But she was still mad at him. She couldn’t help it, she felt like he betrayed her, like he didn’t trust her.

How could you have gotten taller, Jungkook? I’m pretty sure you stopped growing a while ago. I don’t feel like your best friend. I feel like someone you met in passing one day at the mall or something. How can you miss me, want to see me, when you haven’t even talked to me? How can you say you trust me when you won’t tell me anything at all? Trust me, being in danger isn’t something I worry about. At all. What I do worry about is you. And us. Our relationship. I don’t know what to even say to you if I see you, or if I even should at this point. I’m so mad at you. And so hurt. Why are you coming back now? You’ve missed so much. You missed an entire year of school. What’s the point now?

How could she be his friend when everything inside her sunk at the thought of seeing him? Granted, she also lit on fire, but the sinking feeling overpowered the fire. She didn’t know how to get past how she felt about what he’d done to her. She sent the email without signing her name, without a subject. She really wasn’t sure what to say to him anymore. She was just so hurt, angry, confused, betrayed, and broken. How could he think he could come back now and she’d be okay with what he’d done. She put her phone in her lap, rested her arm on the lip of the window, and stared into the night thoughtfully.

Lost Time

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