Today Right here Right now I’ve already found someone.
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Acquired Stardust

Love Begins
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Andulka

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Xuebing Du

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Sweet Seals For You, Always

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Jules of Nature
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Today Right here Right now I’ve already found someone.
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takes a shit
genuinely really sorry for not responding to things.
i see it so i See it I see Thart with me EyeBals
when i see it i Look at it Put my eyes on it with My sightballs I look with my look balls and see It so in front of me
i see it with my eyedbarls
does this to you

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the little dry leaves swirling around in a circle on the pavement look so happy
the breeze has stopped so they're having a nap now. all tuckered out from playing
chancestander:
“Ice cream?! Shakes and floats?! I’m all for that!!”
Rex followed with renewed vigor. Shawnie had made exactly the offer Rex couldn’t refuse. Although he’d been busy just now, he simply nodded along at her description of the doldrums plight: Existential ennui a-go-go indeed. Talking about the how/why/etc. of what she’s doing here in town and what she was getting away from would come later.
“Then let’s load up on sugar and kick this day into high gear…”
“Let’s do it! And I’ll even pay for you if you want!”
“Have you been in here before?”
Without waiting for an answer, Shawnie already has to distract herself. She spins her barstool’s seat around, throwing her arms up so she won’t hit Rex. Her long and thin tail loosely wraps around her as she does so, and when she stops, she gently unwraps it, giggling like a madwoman.
Oh, right - A glance to her side makes her grab a laminated menu and hold it out to Rex. “They only have like, five different flavors of stuff, not even peanut butter cup or anything - But I really like it. Sometimes simple is better, y’know?”
Léo Luccioni, Excalibur, 2019
𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆/𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆.
you long-suffering, endlessly patient angels get two memes today bc i deleted everything in my inbox on my rp blog and i made these memes to top off a solidly productive day! also, if you ever feel guilty about “not being productive” or having to delete drafts and memes in your tumblr life, DON’T! you’re wonderful and valid and your personal comfort and peace of mind is far more important than an overwhelming inbox or draft count! anyway, these are also self-serving, but also i feel no shame bc there’s an extreme lack of this very good vibe in my line of work, so here u go besties. DO NOT ADD ANYTHING TO THIS LIST!!
[ PIN ]: sender pins the receiver to the ground and straddles them while training together.
[ SWORD ]: sender invites the receiver to engage in sword fighting practice with them.
[ AIM ]: sender and receiver go to target practice together (using any weapon of choice).
[ GUIDE ]: sender readjusts the receiver’s stance and posture with their hands while training together.
[ STRIKE ]: sender aims a blow (via either their fists or their weapon) at the receiver.
[ BLOCK ]: sender blocks an on-coming attack from the receiver.
[ ARMOR ]: sender helps to show the receiver how to wear and take care of their armor.
[ PREPARE ]: sender guides the receiver through some pre-battle stretching exercises.
[ CHALLENGE ]: sender challenges the receiver to a sparring match/actual fight.
[ TEND ]: sender and receiver tend to one another’s wounds in the aftermath of a fight.
[ RESTRAIN ]: sender physically restrains the receiver from attacking someone else.
[ FEND ]: sender adopts a defensive position that stops the receiver from launching an attack on them.
[ PUNCH ]: sender punches the receiver (to an unknown degree of success or failure).
[ KICK ]: sender launches a kick at the receiver (to an unknown degree of success or failure).
[ TACKLE ]: sender physically tackles the receiver during a fight.
[ DRAG ]: sender physically drags or carries the receiver away from a fight.
[ UP ]: sender extends a hand to the fallen receiver to help them to their feet after a fight/sparring match.
[ BACK ]: sender stands behind the receiver while in the midst of battle in order to help them fight off their enemies.
[ ARRIVE ]: just as the receiver is about to lose hope and become defeated, the sender arrives at the last minute to help them fight their enemies.
[ EXTRA ]: sender hands the receiver a spare weapon during a fight to give them a better chance after they break or lose their own.
[ WALL ]: sender slams the receiver against a wall during a fight/sparring match.
[ COVER ]: sender lunges forward to throw their body over the receiver and shield them from harm during a fight.
chancestander:
“It’s okay, I’ve saved up my playcoins for a moment like this.”
Rex started to stretch, before fishing for the requisite currency by which Dr. Coomer operated.
“Call it the deluxe package. Get up in my space, long strike combo chains, any ranged attacks you wanna work in there. It’s on me to defend and counter. Otherwise this chump’s got my number!”
Oh, now that’s lighting a fire in Coomer’s eyes. The semi-metaphorical exchange of currency done, he’s also very excited to tussle with Rex.
Coomer lets out a hearty chuckle, cracking his knuckles.. “Well then... Do you know of any good locations... With wide open space?” He asks, an idea forming. “I won’t go easy on you if that’s what you want, but we’ll need a suitable Play Space.”

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hi wat’s up lol!
apologies for not being here. i re-joined isola radiale (different muse) so i’ve been focusing on setting up that blog.
i am a forgetful role player.
sometimes i will post inbox calls, starter calls or interaction calls and i will happily begin … when i have muse for it, and sometimes i will lack muse, and i may forget about it all.
that is not because of you, the other part.
forgetfulness is something that we often frown upon, take as an insult directly towards us as a person. “but they never write to me”, “they always forget about me”, “i’m not gonna interact because they always forget” and while these things are totally valid, it must be said that forgetting things are human. not only is it human, but we should allow role players to be forgetful every now and then, simply because many, if not all, have lives outside of Tumblr that require a lot of them.
my forgetfulness is never directed towards you as a person.
my forgetfulness is never directed towards your creations.
sometimes i forget because …
i am tired.
i have a lot on my mind.
i get lost in other tasks.
i have to prioritize.
i bite over more than i can chew.
i simply forget.
therefore it must be said, have patience. reach out. don’t just sit back and huff about how you “always seem to be forgotten”. some folks have a lot on their minds, and that needs to be allowed.
unordinarydays:
He flinches away from Spinel’s pointed finger, but only a little. You’d be hard-pressed to find a tsukumogami who isn’t used to some degree of poking and pointing, after all. Instead of insult, Ittan-Momen responds with a chuckle. “‘Thin’… true, true enough, though I prefer to think of myself as ‘hale’.”
“…And all I’m doing right now is getting soaked, it seems like.” He answers back in a good-natured huff, shaking his arm free of some droplets resting down the length of it. The yokai then gives Spinel an imploring look, sheepish about asking a favour of a complete stranger. “…I don’t suppose you’d mind me waiting out the downpour with you? Or that perhaps you’d be so kind as to walk me to the nearest overhang?”
Spinel doesn’t mind doing him a favor - His imploring look makes her heart melt a little bit, to be honest. Poor little guy! She doesn’t often interact with such small folk, it’s kind of cute to see somebody like that. She pulls her arm back to a more normal length, and shifts the umbrella in her grip a bit. “Don’t worry, I got’cha! C’mon, let’s go over here.” She says, as if he’s really got any choice as she starts walking with the yokai wrapped around her umbrella. ”Hale, d’you wanna go inside until it stops raining?”
...There’s a large ship visible on the horizon, that Spinel’s head indicates towards, although its fairly obstructed by the landscape and the rain. And, well. “Ship” might be an exaggeration, as one’d be a bit pressed to call the shape recognizable as a form of transport.
“It’s um... Okay if you just wanna go somewhere else, though. I’ll keep an eye on ya,” Spinel adds, wanting to be helpful. She is completely under the impression this is a Gem, and some Gems might not want to sit in White Diamond’s ship because of the whole thousands of years of societal oppression and abuse thing, she’s realized.
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“Thank you. Thank you dearly.” he chimes gratefully. The damage may already a little done, but the effort will always be appreciated nonetheless. Ittan-Momen scoots up the length of Spinel’s umbrella, tail end coiled around it in an effort to keep himself off the ground and at least somewhat compact and inconspicuous.
Which might be out of the question, he’s realising, getting a proper look at his knight in shining clown shoes here.
“...You are incredibly pink.”
Spinel’s eyes follow Ittan-Momen’s movements, and she’s honestly a bit delighted at how he moves. Something very new to her! She can’t help but wonder what kind of gem he is.
His comment makes her giggle. Not really that hard, she’s kind of a gigglepuss. “That I am! And you...” She makes a loop with her arm on its way to get waaaay too close to Ittan-Momen’s face area, stopping at the last moment - “...are very white! ‘N thin. What’cha doin’ in the rain, huh?”

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“Spare me another dime-a-dozen slasher story re-hash. Gather round the campfire and I’ll tell you how in this very forest I was nearly pulverized by ‘The Tenderizer!’“
“I’ll bet it’s one meaty tale!” How did she get here? When did she get here?
namidabashibridge:
Joe watched the old man stride through the dilapidated fence into playground, never taking his eyes off him. His feet were obscured by the tall overgrown grass but Joe could hear the hard stomp in his step. Joe used the momentum of the swing to leap off the seat and onto the dirt.
He stood with his feet firmly planted and his hands in his pockets. Sachi tugged on his sleeve, clearly unnerved by the threatening presence of the older man. Joe ignored her.
He laughed dryly. “Old man, you came all the way here? That’s annoying.”
“You’re not as dumb as I thought; I’ll give you that.”
Coomer doesn’t really respond to the insult, very caught up in his own head. It’s an understatement to say he has a penchant for violence, and that being taken advantage of is making it hard to keep ahold of.
Coomer tries to meet Joe’s gaze, but he’s antsy, a bit like a caged animal and doesn’t keep eye contact. He’s glancing at Joe, the movement of the swing, Sachi’s anxious tugging, everything...
Coomer exhales again, long and slow, and slowly raises his hand in a vague gesture. Not clear whether he’s about to point, or wanting Joe to drop that worn leather wallet in his hand. “Where is my wallet?” That’s not what he meant to say, he kind of wanted to start with something about how it’s not nice to steal - But, whatever.