#oftacosandink

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@oftacosandink / @mxbeautifulxliars

The first person I ever RPed with on tumblr who I still keep in contact with ;-; Stella is one of those friends you can easily pick up a conversation, ship, basically anything with and I’m so grateful for that with my many weird absences and hiatuses. Jack and Ralph are inseparable and really are an OTP. Stella’s characters are all unique and brimming with diversity. Ralph is my main man but I plan to interrogate her for others soon :3 An empathetic animal lover and just a sweet person all around!

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@forsakenmyths

My second longest RP friend and the one who encouraged my OCs and crazy headcanons the most! Brandie also helped me mold and shape my Wade Wilson when I decided I wanted to give RPing him a shot. Her characters are rich in lore and realistic backstory, making them feel like living and breathing beings. She makes sure her RP partners are comfortable and communicated with. And finds little ways to show you she cares OOC which mean a lot to me ❤️ my RP experience would be bleak without her and a lot of my OCs she helped me flesh out when I was starting them out on this platform.

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@fasciinating

One of the first people to follow Wade’s first ever blog! Honestly probably is Spock but the verdict is out on that one. The portrayal is uncanny - right down to mannerisms. Jay is also one of the most selfless and genuine writers I have encountered on this site. Jay always has a kind word to say about somebody that makes you feel like a hundred bucks :’)

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@playerentity

A wonderful, modern writer for the ages! I am treated to great world/story building that flows very organically throughout the pieces we have written together. Trauma and darker themes are not shied away from (which I love). I also really love the take on gender identities and exploring that topic with this mun because it feels respectful and emotionally invested. I think is a very important subject that should be written about more, especially right now for our young ones learning to be who they really are and feel like. So to have writing broadening the field that way is super important!

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@perfectdespair

It always ended with a bang with the two of them. Always.  So when this time they’d screamed and smashed half of her glassware on the kitchen tiles, before she’d stormed out, Arna wasn’t sure why she felt so surprised. Was it supposed to actually work out this time? It had sure felt like it with his sweet smiles and his hands under her sweater, but nothing ever lasts forever between them. Not even after Ralph had left her starved for him after disappearing. 

But all was fine. All was soon going to be back to normal. That was the official version she tried to go by as she got ready and forced herself to stop moping before letting herself into her friends house for the “small gathering” that was actually not unlike an old school frat party by the looks of it, rather than an elegant gathering of adults. But maybe this was better? Alcohol pouring freely into bottomless red solo cups seemed like a good forgetting tactic. 

As long as the one you were trying to forget wasn’t sporting his best leather jacket and chatting away about five feet away from her. Ah that’s right. Those weren’t her friends... They were their friends.

Nichols had been slowing down the past few months. Where he was quick to rush outside for a walk or a snack he’s started to shamble and, eventually, even lay unmoving by an open door. Even Diablo can’t rouse him into a booty-bumping wrestle and Jack misses the sound of the dogs play fighting when Ralph comes over to hoist his feet into Jack’s lap and watch movies. A trip to the vet a few weeks ago confirmed Jack’s worst fears - Nichols was sick. And in a way that wasn’t going to get better, not even with more cash. 

Jack’s at a loss. Nichols was a total accident he hadn’t been expecting to enter his life. Actually, that could be equated to a lot of happenings: Ralph, a new job, his art getting recognized. All of those things had caught him by surprise. Nichols had seen him through it all - and before when things hadn’t been so peachy. Imagining his day to day without the dog is impossible. 

He knows what the answer is. Deep down in his guts. Give Nichols one last Dog Day Afternoon and then take him to the vet, entering with his arms full of stocky blue pit and leaving without. Before Nichs is overcome with pain. While he can still wag his tail and lick up peanut butter from a spoon and try and steal Ralph’s sunglasses from the small table by the door. 

But he’s not strong enough to do it on his own. He’s never had to do something like this before. He’s not sure if Ralph has either but there’s no one else he trusts with something so raw. So, after wiping the tears from his eyes and the snot from his upper lip, trying his best to ignore the steady tail thump of the dog currently sagged over his lap, he dials Ralph. 

“Hey... can you come over? Bring Diablo.” 

Ralph leans his full weight over his back forcing Jack to hunch further forward until he’s little more than a ball. “Ralph, fuck off.” He’s laughing gently, using his other hand to try and redirect the spoon going to Ralph’s mouth. 

“‘uck ahf.” 

Turning his back so he can shovel the last of the mint chip into his mouth faster, Jack hunches his shoulders against the onslaught he knows is going to come. Defense is his only option as escape is futile… The kitchenette is too small for him to squeeze by. Not without being ensared by Ralph’s orangutan fucking arms. 

Fuck. Brainfreeze. Jack glances over his shoulder to get a reprieve, narrowing his eyes in mirth.  “You can lick the carton when I’m done. Maybe.”  

“Quite a while since you came around. Quite a while since you lingered in town, before, Ralph. I wonder if you are simply a figment of my madness.”

Izzie slow blinked at the balls this man had. "I'll take that up with management that you're hotel room wasn't supplied. Oh wait, this isn't a hotel---fucker." She smiled despite her comment.