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@2187s LEFT A NIGHTMARE AFTER THE TONE: 🥝🥝🥝🥝🥝 !!!

@rapturcd - Where to start to describe a friend? Nox is a close online friend whom I’ve had the pleasure of following for the last few years now. We’ve been able to keep up with each other from blog to blog, and continued to do so when she revived this blog right here, a Bioshock oc. I’ll admit that when I saw her move here, I had no clue what the hell Bioshock was other than some video game. I’ve been graced with so many exciting details, passion has been poured into every message and post she makes upon the dash, it instantly made me a fan of this little franchise. Though the Bioshock rpc is small, Nox has found a way to make it her own. Her blog is filled with so much helpful information, and one look at her extremely well thought out, and detailed OC page will tell you all you need to know about this vast universe. With every OC she makes, it’s done with love and care, but something about Nicholas is truly special. Aside from being from one of the most interesting and unique fandoms, Nicholas was crafted with more detail than the gods could give any living being. Nox is also a plot driven writer, I know I am too so if that’s your thing, you’ll be glad to know not only is she a peach but she’s very fun to bounce ideas with! She helped me learn so much about Bioshock, it made plotting feel effortless and an overall thrill. If you don’t follow her, not only are you missing out, but I’ll personally be offended on her behalf.

@segadore - It’s been a few years now, and I have not been able to get Fawn off of my tail, damn you— I’M KIDDING, no but really, Fawn and I have been buddies for the last few years, and I started following her on her Steve Harrington blog. I’ve already gushed in the past about how much I love her Steve, so in the same way she’s so kindly embraced my OCs, I’d like to do the same with hers. Let’s start off with this: Fawn is the one person I see constantly and without a second thought embracing all writers, you could write an oc, canon muse from a different fandom, female oc, doesn’t matter– she will love them like her own. You speak with Fawn ooc, and you’ll feel at home, you’re never a bore nor bother. They’re one of the few people in this RPC I feel so genuinely safe around, and they make me feel like a valued writer even when I’m being ignored by others on the dash, I feel important, and it’s thanks to them. Fawn writes a very amazing muse named Mykah, from what can only be described as a non-existent fandom. I learned about Dead Like Me through her, and I’ve since been completely hooked on this concept and universe. Mykah is a very special, and well-thought out muse. He’s a soul collecting reaper from California, and he’s got so much wit, charm, and attitude, how could you not love the guy? He’s got a tough exterior, but he’s so funny as well, you can tell when you’re reading something Fawn wrote, they have such a unique tone, your eyes will be glued to the screen instantly as soon as you see a reply in your inbox. From the bottom of my heart, I hope we continue to write for years to come. If you want some fresh content you’ve never seen before, and perhaps one of the kindest friends, with the most goddamn creative mindset, please, go look at Fawn’s content. For the love of GOD go look.

@wyntered​ - You know how when your favorite musician or celebrity makes a post on Instagram or twitter, you go “Ah! There’s _____ again, classic ol’ _____, love them.” and you get all giddy in your seat, overwhelmed just by their presence even if it isn’t for you? That’s how I feel everytime I read each and everyone of Chantelle’s posts. I’ll be the first to admit that I don’t get to read all of my rp partners replies to other folks, sometimes I’m too busy, or honestly? I don’t feel like it. But the amount of effort and research they’ve put into this, how could I not? I love reading both her replies to myself and other people, I love reading her meta posts and headcanons, because I know it’ll not only be helpful but just wonderful. It’s also so nice to see how much care she’s put into writing such a complicated man like Bucky Barnes, her portrayal is uniquely her own, and she’s truly made sure to set a realistic example for others. I’ve learned so much, and it’s thanks to her. They’ve also been so gracious in writing with my own Marvel OC, Alice, and never act annoyed or bothered. That’s not something you often find with people who write popular canon muses, but it’s something I’ve been lucky enough to find with Chantelle. Do yourself a favor, buckle up, and get excited. Go and give her a follow, because I just know in my heart she’ll be more than happy to embrace you with open arms. Thanks for giving me the most iconic and kickass friendship for my daughter! It’s probably obvious to y’all by now that I love Chantelle’s work, so you know this message is genuine.

@capnsolo - I found out a few weeks ago that Kayla and I have been mutuals for years, and neither of us knew it. We’ll ignore that for now. I know Kayla as the most fantabulous Han Solo mun on the block, no really, she’s amazing. We found each other again because I writer princess Leia ( over on @/hopescorned ) and well… SCOUNDRESS! Together, we’ve managed to create our own little version of canon to their storyline, and we continue to develop it each time we speak. I’m not very good at articulating my thoughts, but my point is, Kayla is a very skilled, and creative woman. She’s smart, she knows how to use canon as a crutch, but doesn’t rely on it. She let’s her brain do the talking, and she knows how to collaborate well with others, and happens to be very open minded and flexible to other people’s muses. No matter how outlandish the idea might be for a story, Kayla will find a way to work with it. I’ve never seen someone capture Han’s tone so well, each time I read one of her replies, I can truly see and hear Harrison Ford acting each of the stories we create, out in my head. She has a way with her words, and she’s a true talent. Please, even if Star Wars isn’t your think, at least give her work a chance, it’ll be a pleasant surprise.

@nostlgic - Ash & I have been writing together since February, and the day we started speaking, they were one of the kindest souls I’ve been graced with speaking to. A passionate writer, you’ll be pleasured to see that their muse list is rather long, and diverse. Ash is the kind of writer that is always up for the challenge. You have an OC no one is interested? Cool, Ash is now interested in writing with them. You have a crazy rp idea you want to pursue? Ash is the first in line to give it a try. Whenever I write with Ash, I know it’s going to be a new and exciting adventure, each story is different from the next, and with each muse, they shift tones effortlessly; Stephen King would envy them. I made a post probably a month or two ago about how I wanted to write with an Edward Scissorhands, and within approximately 10 seconds, they volunteered to add him to her muse roster, and a mutual friend of ours even went to comment “I was going to tag Ash but it seems she’s already here” and why is that? That’s just the kind of person Ash is, and I truly love it. Go and peep her profile, because I can guarantee there’s at least one muse you’ll want to write with.

@segadore​ LEFT A NIGHTMARE AFTER THE TONE: “ fuck you , you can go cry me an ocean . ”

             A  cold  and  stern  look  was  presented  on  Madison’s  face,  tears  having  rolled  down  her  cheeks  from  her  eyes  that  now  had  ruined  mascara.  The  last  few  weeks  have  been  hell...  No,  literally,  Madison  had  been  sent  to  hell  after  an  ‘incident’  with  Fiona,  and  had  managed  to  come  back  thanks  to  a  swamp  witch  and  little  league  in  the  other  room.  It  had  been  none  other  than  Mykah  who’d  been  sent  to  reap  her  soul,  and  there  she  stood  in  all  her  undead  glory.  She  was  back,  and  angrier  than  ever,  bitchier  than  she  had  been  before,  too.  &  she  wanted  answers.

❝  You’re  not  going  anywhere   ❞  Madison  says  in  a  voice  that  audibly  seemed  calm,  but  was  anything  but.  Before  Mykah  could  even  think  about  walking  out  of  the  room,  the  door  to  her  room  slammed  shut  and  locked,  the  windows  doing  the  same  without  her  needing  to  even  so  much  as  lift  a  finger  or  toss  a  glance.

akata witch pt 1 // @segadore 

pretty odd asks — accepting

folkin’ around — what’s your favorite memory

❝My favorite memory... would probably have to be from when I was really little. It’s a little foggy and, to be honest, it feels more like a dream than it does a memory. My mom and I were still living in New Orleans, in this tiny little apartment that only had one bedroom. It was a really warm and humid day, and we had all of our windows open and a fan running. It didn’t help, though, because we were in our tiny kitchen with the oven on, baking a cake from scratch for no other reason than we both wanted cake. The kitchen was a mess — flour was every where, even in my hair and on my face. My mother had some on her forehead where she had rubbed her hand against it. We burnt the first cake, so we had to make another one. The second one came out perfect. It’s just a simple memory... or dream, whatever it is, but it’ll always be one that I hold dear to me.❞

from a mountain in the middle of the cabins — what’s your favorite season of the year?

▌█ ∵   🗡️   ∵ █ ▌      ❝ Trouble on my left, trouble on my right---- ❞ Rylee pauses for a moment only to lean down and grab a hand wrap from her bag. Carefully wrapping busted knuckles with white gauze before looking back up. A small smirk and chuckle before her head shakes. Never a dull moment in her life apparently, raspberry red blood leaking through the white as she continued to wrap her hand before looking back up at the other. ❝ Or worse there's too many.  ❞

                                  @segadore​ ​ liked the lyrics sc !

anyone can betray anyone // @segadore

he looks a couple of years older than her. two. maybe three. he also looks surly and pissed off at the world. udyati thinks she’d be pissed off too, if she had to be atlas, if she had to carry the world on her shoulders like he does.

she doesn’t tell him this, however. he’d probably laugh at her, disagree vehemently. he looks like every person she avoided in school. he looks like every person she secretly admired in school.

“and you’re an antakaduta. like my friend, omisha kaushal.” udyati lowers her voice and murmurs: “a grim reaper.” she’s quick to explain, because it’s not kind to leave him hanging, without a clue, without context. “where i’m from, that’s what we call them. they’re kind of like my colleagues. i open doors for them. to the places they need to go. or the places they need to come back from.” such is the life of a dvārapāla.