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My computer decided to do a four hour Windows update, so I didn’t get anything done tonight that I wanted. I’m pretty exhausted so I may pass out. Sorry for the delay in replies/starters. I have been betrayed by my own computer!

Starters: 5 Drafts: 4 Upcoming General Open Starter: 2 Bios: 7

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so, this has probably been done before ! but ! anyways. you reblog this and have to message the last person who reblogged it ( aka starting with me.) and have to at least talk to them a bit to see if you have anything that could work as friendship ! and you keep going, if you want, basically a giant way to try and make some non-toxic rp friends or just  friends !

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Starters: 5 Drafts: 4 Upcoming General Open Starter: 2 Bios: 7

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! STARTER CALL LIST !

Anna Maria Lane (American Revolution) Danny Rayburn (Bloodline) Elphaba (Wicked) Feuilly (Les Miserables) Illyria (Angel/Buffy) Quark (Star Trek DS9) Robert Townsend/Samuel Culper Jr. (Turn: Washington’s Spies) Will Byers (Stranger Things) Worf (Star Trek TNG/DS9)

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@herheroics ♥’d for Elphaba

               Her fingers pressed hard against the bookstand as her grip tightened against the warped wood. Her efforts to save the Animals had come at a great price. But the Ozians still didn’t listen to her. She was an outcast. A radical pariah. Still, someone needed to be a voice for the Animals. It was Chistery who alerted her to the new presence in her hideout. Her head turned to see a familiar face, “Glinda,” but then her tone became one of concern, “If you are here about earlier...” Everything always came at a price. In saving a group Animals from a life of imprisonment, she had burned a few guards, “I didn’t mean for anyone to get hurt. It all happened so fast.”

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redemptivexheroics:

Continued @wanderliings

“I guess you can put it like that, not it does anything to mean, I have a higher alcohol tolerance than humans, you’d drink to if you constantly had to stop some evil jerk off from destroying population on Earth, I’m sorry, who are you?”

               Illyria’s head tilted to the side, observing the man and making quick judgments of him. There was a time she would’ve been offended that a question was put to her. But these days, she came to woefully discover that humans and their kin had forgotten the legends of old, “I am Illyria. God-King of the Primordium. Ruler of Vahla ha'nesh. Commander of the Army of Doom. The Last of the Purebred Demons.”

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daxofalltrades:

“First of all,” Dax rolled her eyes he was being incredulous again, and completely over reacting. “I’ve been working with Starfleet and the Federation since before you were born, I know perfectly well what’s expected of a Starfleet Officer just as you do. And Second, just because we’ve been seeing each other does not mean I’m going to suddenly stop being friends with the other men in my life. You have to deal with it!” Jadzia shook her head. She wouldn’t take the disrespect or the control he was trying to have over her. “We were playing a game, in public! It’s not like I was all over him! YOU are the one who refuses to play Tongo with me, even though I know you’re a gambler. You just don’t want to lose to a woman who’s far better at something than you are! There’s no honor in being a coward, Commander!” Normally she loved getting a rise out of him but this time she felt like he’d gone a little too far. “You wouldn’t have anything to be jealous over if you’d just played with me!”    [ @wanderliings  ]

               This was a case of nIb'poH (deja vu). They had this argument quite often. Too often, in fact. If it was not him pushing them down this road, it was her. A constant circle for them both. It was a wonder as to how these two headstrong personalities could maintain this relationship. But a warrior never admits defeat.

               He chewed his tongue, trying to avoid speaking his first thoughts on the subject. It was probably the first wise thing he had done this whole “conversation”, if one could call it that. But he allowed his words to pass through a filter between his brain and his tongue. Yes, a warrior may never admit defeat. But a smart man knows it is often beneficial to let a woman win an argument. There is no dishonor in that.

               “You are correct. I am jealous.”

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{ooc}: Writing up my bios and such (cause I was too excited to get this blog rping that I didn’t get them all up yet WHOOPS!). Also, getting some starters and drafts done. Hmu for ANYTHING!

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redemptivexheroics:

“Listen, I don’t drink blood, half human means I don’t have issues with the thirst, I will however drink it to speed up my healing should it be slowed, that’s about it. I’m more of a whisky person” 

               Half-breed. The stench was all over him. Both vampires and humans ranked lower than the dirt beneath her feet. A combination of them both was an absolute abomination in her eyes. He should feel privileged that she was acknowledging him, “You contaminate your body with poison,” Why did nearly every human she encounters have a fascination with alcohol?

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! STARTER CALL LIST !

Anna Maria Lane (American Revolution) Danny Rayburn (Bloodline) Elphaba (Wicked) Feuilly (Les Miserables) Illyria (Angel/Buffy) Quark (Star Trek DS9) Robert Townsend/Samuel Culper Jr. (Turn: Washington’s Spies) Will Byers (Stranger Things) Worf (Star Trek TNG/DS9)

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               Anna kept to the shadows of the tavern. Although she had enlisted under a false identity and with the assistance AND encouragement of her husband, she knew her position in the camp was precarious at best. And now, with her husband John was back with the Virginia Light Dragoons. She was left on her own in Washington’s army, keeping up her charade as a man. It was difficult enough to maintain her character with her husband watching over her, but now she was flying solo. For the most part, she, aka William Lane, didn’t partake in many social gathers. Sitting in a high chair at the table, she drank her ale in peace.

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I’m a very private person. You don’t ask, I don’t tell.

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               Feuilly was doing what he did best: paint fans. A small-paying career which funded his plans to revolutionize the world. First Paris. Then Warsaw. His small brush delicately traced a floral pattern across the red pleats. A shadow crossed his working light, causing him to pause in his brush stroke. He assumed it was the patron who had commissioned his work, “Beauty such as this must not be rushed.”

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There are some things you cannot control, and I am at least three of them.