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" Damnit Minho, d'ya ever jus' shut up? Stop tryna   defend apples. They're disgustin' with their   skin and all that shit. " 

Aphrodite crossed her arms, clearly annoyed with the boy. She was a tiny ball of bitch and stubbornness, and even though Minho stood much taller than her, she didn't back down.

anyone ive interacted with i really like, but the ones i interact with most and love their characters a lot are (in no particular order):

"D'you--I mean--did you end up remembering? When you got the swipe out?" He's scratching at his scalp, face twisted like he's in pain, but his tone is perfectly level.

Look at how celebratory that font is wow. This is so cliche but in all honesty I made this blog as a backup, and I thought Aphrodite was going to be sort of a joke and not something I actually cared about. As stupid and pathetic as it may sound, Aphrodite is so much more than just a character to me now. I can't watch an Amber Heard movie without seeing the character as Aphrodite, and the only reason why she's so real now is because of all my followers and roleplaying partners. The initial creation time of this blog was around April 2014 when it was for John Frusciante. At that time, I was only roleplaying in order to feel like I was a part of a certain group of friends who were roleplayers. I never followed up with it. The account had 3 followers (one of which was my personal blog) when I came back to it to create Aphrodite. Since then, I have gained over 400 followers in only about 2 months of solid activity. And now it's a new year. I've met so many people on here that I'm so grateful for, and most of you are present on my previous follow forevers. But this one is a fresh start, and I'm going to include a masterlist of everyone I've ever wanted to roleplay with, people I love roleplaying with, the character interactions I enjoy the most, and everything in between. Honestly, as much as doing drafts and everything drains my energy, it improves my morale to see the words " _____ reblogged your post and added:" in my notifications. I get so excited when I read a new reply, it's like opening a Christmas gift every few days. You're all so wonderful, and I hope you know that you're all so special to me. Thank you <3.

    It had never snowed in the Glade before.     Things had started to change when  that     girl had arrived. As he had come back from     the  maze, he watched as everyone went     back into the Homestead. Minho, however,     knew he would be the last inside. He was too     far away. The strong wind that came with the     snowstorm wasn’t going to help him much either.      It didn’t seem that he was alone in this. Several     feet in front of him was the exact girl he had been     thinking of, falling about in the snow. The wind      seemed to be taking away other Gladers as well,     she was just the farthest away from Homestead     just as he was. As quickly as he possibly could      in this weather, Minho made his way over to her     and grabbed her arm, dragging the two of them     to the closest building to them - the map room.     Just where he was heading anyways.     The gusts of wind practically shoved them inside      after he had opened the door. He hadn’t spoken      to her at all on their way in and wasn’t about to      start speaking now. He had other things on his       mind. Minho grabbed a blanket or two that were      held over the maps to keep dust off them and       began to make his way over to a corner of boxes.      He shoved at them, the chills that ran through his      body restraining some of his strength. He kept       an eye on her, making sure she wasn’t dying from      the cold.      Using scrap paper and some of the wood they kept      in their to make 3D maps, he started on a small fire.      His shirt was soaking wet from the snow, yet he tried      to fight off his teeth from chattering. After a decent fire      was established, he peeled off the wet shirt, quickly      covering himself with one of the blankets. Minho laid      the other blanket on the ground to settle down on and        sat down. His head turned to look over his shoulder,      his eyes meeting hers.              "Well set up is done," he said to her, lifting one of his arms to               offer her the blanket and a place to sit. "Get over here before                you freeze, will ya? I recommend taking off any clothing                       that might be wet - it’ll just keep you cold.”      No doubt that made me sound creepy, but if she       plans on getting warm she better listen up.

{ Everything had gone wrong since her arrival,    there was no point in denying it. Though she   still made her best effort to act like all these   boys were just overreacting, deep in her insides   she knew they were right and that felt awful.  That's why she didn't blame them when no one  stopped to help her during that horrible snowstorm.  And she didn't ask for help, either, because there  was a small part of her that felt guilty about everything,  even when she had no idea of what was happening. And then that boy had come straight to her and dragged her inside of a small building, ensuring their safety and making Teresa feel a lot of complicated things at the same time: confusion, embarrassment, skepticism and relief. She was starting to relax until the boy started stripping right in front of her. And, if that wasn't enough, when he finished he also dared to tell her to get undressed as well. At first she considered throwing something at him, but then her survival instinct made her think better and understand what he was really trying to do. Not that knowing that made things any easier, though. }

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