bcdtouch:
IT’S OKAY TO REPLY TO THREADS AND ASKS “LATE”. THERE’S NO TIME LIMIT.
Please DON’T stress yourself out thinking there is a time constraint on these things because there ISN’T. Reply when you have muse, when you have time, when you’ve taken care of yourself! But please don’t be afraid to take MONTHS to reply to something! We all write at different paces! We all have a life outside of rp!
Writing is a hobby! It’s not a job, and you’re not obligated to reply to any one thread or ask for any reason!
It’s okay if you forget about them or if you lose them, too!! You’re HUMAN. You’re not perfect, and no one should expect you to be!!
THE BEST THING YOU CAN DO IS TAKE YOUR TIME. Roleplaying is a hobby, and if you’re not having fun then it takes out all the joys and magical experiences that can be had!! The relationships you can form between muses and the friends you can make as writers!
Not feeling muse for one thread? that’s okay!! want to start another even though we already have 5 going on? THAT’S OKAY, TOO!! Need to drop one? DON’T SWEAT IT!! YOU come FIRST. As my rp partner, I want you to put yourself first above this site, above any relationships we’ve formed, any plots we’ve fleshed out!
I want you to have FUN. So PLEASE don’t stress! You’re okay, and there’s no such thing as replying ‘late’. You reply on your own time. The thread isn’t going anywhere!
TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF. <3
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cat-dol:
Pumpkin
The Heat (2013)
@fencetm
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HELLO YES IM STILL ALIVE
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heavenwalked:
𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑬’𝑺 𝑻𝑯𝑨𝑻 𝑨𝑳𝑴𝑶𝑺𝑻 𝑫𝑬𝑽𝑰𝑶𝑼𝑺 𝑺𝑴𝑰𝑳𝑬, enticing in nature and yet, so innocent. her gaze doesn’t falter, aside from quick glances at passing distractions, but it always returns. ❛ from what i hear, ❜ she pauses, letting the sentence hang for a moment. frame leans forward, pressing elbows into the table. ❛ people come to paris for a few things. the art, the food, the wine, and the women. — and you’ve already had the wine. ❜ another lapse in dialogue, that smirk still painted to her lips. ❛ so, maybe, one of those other things would interest you ? ❜
𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙲𝚁𝙸𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙰𝙻'𝚂 𝙶𝙰𝚉𝙴 𝚁𝙴𝙼𝙰𝙸𝙽𝚂 𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙺𝙴𝙳 onto the other woman's for an impossibly long time, unfaltering, predatory. ❝ i'm a woman who knows what she wants. and isn't afraid to take it. ❞ she stays leaning against the table, chin placed within her palm as she analyses the french beauty that moves closer towards her. ❝ something tells me... that you're no different than me, alma. ❞ the tones of her voice slip lower and lower, filling the space between their faces. something tells debbie, an inner voice that never fails her, that she's not at all far from being right. ❝ my driver will come pick me up in a few minutes. we can take you to your apartment or ———— you can let me take you to my hotel room. ❞
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@fencetm / @danvaes
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heavenwalked:
𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫 𝑺𝑯𝑨𝑲𝑬𝑺 𝑨𝑺 𝑫𝑬𝑩𝑩𝑰𝑬 𝑴𝑨𝑲𝑬𝑺 𝑯𝑬𝑹 𝑰𝑵𝑸𝑼𝑰𝑹𝒀, still keeping slate hues locked with the other woman. ❛ no, ❜ she answers plainly. it’s soft spoken and offers little context to which question she was answering. the blonde lets the silence hang, beginning to feel the effects of downing her drink so quickly set in. it’s subtle, a FLUSHING in porcelain cheeks and a buzz under her skin. it’s a pleasant feeling, yet, it’s a reminder she needs to slow down. index finger reaches out ever so slightly, pushing her near empty glass away from hands reach. ❛ no one waiting for me. —— so tell me, debbie, what brings you to paris ? BUSINESS or PLEASURE ? ❜
𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝙴𝚈𝙴𝚂 / 𝙰 𝚂𝙴𝙳𝚄𝙲𝚃𝙸𝚅𝙴 𝚃𝚁𝙰𝙿, 𝚁𝙴𝙼𝙰𝙸𝙽 𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙺𝙴𝙳 upon the woman's, saying with this one look all that needs to be said. ❝ vacation. ❞ she smiles, looking at the blonde over the rim of her glass as she takes another sip. it isn’t entirely a lie ———— she did want to enjoy a few days of peace and tourism before she had to return back to new york. and maybe, steal something here and there. ❝ but i haven't had the time to experience anything too pleasurable in this city yet. except for this wine. ❞ there's a whole world to unpack behind that sentence, behind those eyes ———— but it's only up to alma, if she wants to find out just what exactly it is. ❝ maybe... you could recommend me some things to experience around here, no? ❞
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mangotwistedtea:
i have a PhD in getting myself into really bad situations
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heavenwalked:
𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑭𝑳𝑨𝑻𝑻𝑬𝑹𝒀 𝑾𝑨𝑺𝑵’𝑻 𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑰𝑹𝑬𝑳𝒀 𝑬𝑿𝑷𝑬𝑪𝑻𝑬𝑫, if alma is honest with herself. she wasn’t sure how well her plan would execute, especially with someone as perceptive as debbie. she had thought she would have been shot down almost immediately. still, she remains cool and collected, despite the dropping gaze and small grin that pulls at her lips. this could be DANGEROUS, and not in the way alma originally anticipated. nowhere on debbie’s file did it mention just how sauve she was capable of being. so long as alma didn’t fall for such wicked charms, she would be fine. right ?
a breath is drawn inwards, holding it for a moment as frame leans back in the chair. an arm reaches out for her own drink, yet another drink taken. it’s almost empty and she only plans to stay for a couple more glasses, especially with the price of debbie’s own drink. slate hues meet back with the other woman’s. the look could be interpreted as SUGGESTIVE in nature, boring into the brunette. ❛ it’s a pleasure to meet you, debbie. but, i don’t plan on staying at this table all night. ❜
𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙲𝙷𝙸𝙻𝙳𝙷𝙾𝙾𝙳 𝙲𝙾𝙽𝙲𝙴𝙿𝚃 𝙾𝙵 stranger danger doesn’t play in her mind, not even for a second ———— she imagines and knows, that the blonde has more to fear from her than the other way around. instead, the excited, flirtatious glint continues to grow and shine within those eyes without even bothering to hide it. and it’s a recipe for disaster, debbie knows that, falling for those desires of hers that always sought and craved dangerous things that could end up ruining her life. and this one, this woman; she certainly could.
❝ oh. ❞ chin remains resting in the palm of her hand, lips refusing to let go of the smirk that sits upon them. ❝ got somewhere else to be tonight? or, maybe, someone waiting for you? ❞ the look, the seductive eyes of a goddess staring at her ———— it’s enough to leave her with an answer even before the blonde opens her mouth to speak.
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dailywomen:
We waste so much time making decisions based on someone else’s idea of our happiness - what will make you a good citizen or a good wife or daughter or actress. Nobody says, ‘Just be happy - go be a cobbler or go live with goats.’
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heavenwalked:
𝐈'𝐋𝐋 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐘 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒.
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𝑨𝑳𝑴𝑨’𝑺 𝑳𝑼𝑪𝑲𝒀 𝑻𝑶 𝑭𝑳𝑨𝑮 𝑫𝑶𝑾𝑵 𝑨 𝑷𝑨𝑺𝑺𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑾𝑨𝑰𝑻𝑬𝑹 shortly after hearing the woman’s drink of choice. she orders another glass and waves the waiter off before he tries to make sure she wanted to order such an expensive drink. there’s a small sigh as he returns inside the bar. it was pricey, but she’s not worried about it.
❛ i’m french, we grow up drinking wine. ❜ the comment is made almost dismissively, smirk tugging at lips for a moment before it fades. digits clasp around her own drink, lifting it to take a rather generous drink. ❛ everyone here is a complete stranger to me, i had to sit with someone. besides, no one inside is as pretty. ❜ the blonde takes a moment to let the comment linger, slate hues failing to break from the other woman. ❛ i’m alma, by the way. ❜
𝙱𝙻𝚄𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙸𝚂 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝙻𝙸𝚃𝚃𝙻𝙴 𝙶𝙸𝚁𝙻𝚂. and yet, this is the closest, in a very long time, that she finds herself to feeling the threat of foolish heat trying to paint her cheeks red. that's the thing, though / it's been so long; longer than debbie would like to admit. but since claude becker, deborah learned not to trust people, or criminals, no matter how gorgeous they seemed.
❛❛ merci. ❞ the presence of the waiter pulls her from her thoughts, fingers grasping the new glass and hues remaining locked upon those dangerous 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 staring at her. the brunette doesn't like being watched———— it's part of her profession not to like that. but something about those eyes on her, something about the stranger in front of her, makes her crave that attention more and more. ❛❛ i have to disagree with that. there's definitely no one as magnificent as you tonight. ❞ she smirks with both her eyes and lips, head lulling backwards just slightly to enjoy a sip of her drink. ❛❛ i’m debbie. hopefully, you’ll enjoy your stay at this table tonight. ❞
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𝑺𝑯𝑬 𝑴𝑼𝑺𝑻 𝑨𝑪𝑻 𝑺𝑼𝑹𝑷𝑹𝑰𝑺𝑬𝑫 𝑨𝑺 𝑬𝑵𝑮𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑯 falls from the other woman’s lips. brows lift, another smile pulling at roseate lips. there’s a small nod, chin dipping slightly. still, as lackadaisical as she may come off, alma still has to be careful. each word that falls from her lips, each mannerism SCRUTINIZED. sure, there were more professional ways to go about this, but alma knew the second she showed her badge, things could turn sour. unless, she had the advantage.
she had questions for debbie, questions she wouldn’t get answered in an interview room. debbie was one of the greatest thieves, her reputation preceded her even in france. how does one with a track record such as her’s manage to be so SLOPPY on a job ? it didn’t add up and alma needed to know. attention returns to the woman sitting opposite of her, head nodding to her glass. ❛ what are you drinking ? ❜
𝙲𝙰𝚁𝙴𝙵𝚄𝙻 & 𝚂𝚄𝚂𝙿𝙸𝙲𝙸𝙾𝚄𝚂 𝙰𝚁𝙴 𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝙴𝚈𝙴𝚂 as they remain concentrated on the parisian beauty in front of her. whatever suspicion that plants itself in deborah’s mind in that moment though, the professional expression on her face doesn’t give anything away. reading people, examining them, expecting what they may do next ———— it was part of her job / part of the ocean DNA. ❝ 𝑐𝘩𝑎̂𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑢 𝑙𝑎𝑓𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑟𝑜𝑡𝘩𝑠𝑐𝘩𝑖𝑙𝑑. ❞ the smirk on those deep crimson painted lips only seems to grow, while she sits back in her seat and enjoys the new view.
❝ do you like wine? i’ve been in paris for only a day and it’s the best thing i’ve tasted so far. ❞ and again, something sparkles within those orbs; the never dying recklessness. flirtation. ❝ but tell me. ❞ she leans forward, resting her chin into the palm of her hand. ❝ you walk into a bar and see a complete stranger. you see me and for some reason, choose to sit here with me. what made you do that? ❞
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ocnheart:
𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫. but she isn’t soft ; when her petals fall , they hit like 𝒃𝒖𝒍𝒍��𝒕𝒔 / roleplay blog for deborah ocean from the ocean’s eight film╶╴adored by karin !
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sunraese:
“ i’d be dazzled, really, ” from the other woman’s side lou made her presence, appearing to her right as if poof-ing on in from thin air. she’d allowed a nice slice of time to pass before engaging upon her pursuit. see, whilst meandering off without offering a glance to her lou provided what would appear to be an easy getaway, however, her disappearance were anything but convenient—at least for the one baring a set of sticky fingers. “ if i didn’t need the shiny gold card inside of the wallet. ” stolen, also; but not a peep were made about that. after all, the way the words dripped from her lips would have had any listening ears assuming it were merely a casual conversation between two people. lou held out her hand in extension, palm up. “ oh, what? did you think i wouldn’t notice? ” she tested with a mischievous grin.
´ ♤ starter call * / @ocnheart .
𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙾𝙲𝙴𝙰𝙽 ———— 𝙲𝙰𝚄𝙶𝙷𝚃 𝚁𝙴𝙳 𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙳𝙴𝙳. there’s no sign of color draining from her countenance, of hesitation in her body, of anything that would indicate the way something akin to panic suddenly spreads through her / she stays completely collected, cool, professional. just like her brother taught her. who also told her to be careful; not get herself caught for being too reckless. she turns, willing her legs not to start running, as she faces those baby blues that stare at her. ❝ i literally don’t know what you’re talking about. ❞ is exactly what a 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕 would say. but with the determination that she possesses, she’s unwilling to give up the act. ❝ i think you’ve just had too much to drink. ❞
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