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Selective | Independent | AU | Currently run by Admin Phantom. This blog is an independent multi muse (Mostly Stanford) roleplay and ask blog
StatusCurrent Muses: Stanford Gleeful
Roleplay Status: Open
Ask Box: Open for any character listed on this blog.
Main AU will be Reverse Falls and Levity Heights (Which is an expanded version of reverse falls)
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Tumblr killed javascript so i'm having to remake my character and rule pages off site so bear with me. I'm also sti;ll sick and the pc thing fell through...
#ooc#yes i'm pissed off#I wish I knew better places for rp#i wish I had a pc that wasn't a literal potato
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Should have a computer soon so I can actually get back to this blog.
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I apologize for my absence I've been sick a lot lately. I'll reply to posts when I can.
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Stanford's Eyes glowed a faint blue as he looked at the blond fully taking the other in as he raised a brow. His free hand fidgeted a bit at that name. Sixer... Somehow it sounded off to him almost foreign yet so familiar. He paused for a moment lost in thought.
His lower eyelids twitched as his appearance almost seemed to shimmer for the briefest of seconds. No, he doubted this one was one familiar to him. Of course not. How could they be? But just for a brief moment, he thought about someone else.
"I suppose one could say yes and one could say no. I do not think we have personally met. "
Though he did have a nearly identical voice to Ford Pines he spoke with such a regal air to himself. As if one must always be proper at all times. His inflection held such a reserve to it a certain type of properness yet somewhere within it held something else.
"Are you perhaps looking for someone in particular? It's a cold night."
He stated as he held his head up yet his eyes gazed down at the other being before him. He was rather tall compared to his counterparts. He adjusted his coat a bit as he waited to see what the other may say to him.
@deity-of-calamity
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Stanford stood somewhat in the distance. He propped himself up on his own cane as he stared at the blond man before him. The outfit he'd chosen for the night made him a bit difficult to see in the shadows even if it was not his intention but he couldn't say he minded that fact.
He straightened his back a bit as he eyed the distant stranger for a moment before he turned to the side slightly as he made no effort to mask any sound he made. It wasn't some stealth mission after all it was just a nightly stroll during the cool night. But that didn't mean he wasn't cautious in the least bit. After all one must always act as if they are being watched at all times. Regardless if they were or weren't.
Stanford made no effort to reply. He simply wasn't feeling it. Instead, he sighed as his body relaxed for a moment. The strange blue-clad man didn't sense danger so he assumed he'd be fine for the moment at least.
#Stanford Gleeful#Billia Cipher#He's curious#Hope this sounds ok and isn't too long. I was feeling particularly inspired.
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Stanford rolled his eyes as he plucked up the small alien creature before turning to Mason as the other had begun to leave.
"My dear nephew if I do recall it was your job to watch this creature. Yet you simply let it roam like some pet"
He tutted and rolled his eyes as he dropped the creature into the jar as he tightened the lid a bit too much, Yet the jar did not break from the force. The little thing was lucky that Stanford wasn't in a terrible mood for once.
He took the jar as he began to follow Mason. Stanford kept his head up, chest forward, and shoulders back as he strode. The clack of his cane made noises against the marble floors under him.
@your-pain-is-my-amusement
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"I suppose you would know if you had paid more attention. "
Stanford smirks to himself. He was in one of his exceptionally rare good moods so of course, he'd take it upon himself to mess with his nephew. It wasn't like anyone else was currently around to entertain him.
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Ooc: I apologize for my silence I've been sick all week unfortunately and very low energy. I promise I'll get to replies when I can I appreciate everyone's patience.
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@deity-of-calamity
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Stanford stood somewhat in the distance. He propped himself up on his own cane as he stared at the blond man before him. The outfit he'd chosen for the night made him a bit difficult to see in the shadows even if it was not his intention but he couldn't say he minded that fact.
He straightened his back a bit as he eyed the distant stranger for a moment before he turned to the side slightly as he made no effort to mask any sound he made. It wasn't some stealth mission after all it was just a nightly stroll during the cool night. But that didn't mean he wasn't cautious in the least bit. After all one must always act as if they are being watched at all times. Regardless if they were or weren't.
Stanford made no effort to reply. He simply wasn't feeling it. Instead, he sighed as his body relaxed for a moment. The strange blue-clad man didn't sense danger so he assumed he'd be fine for the moment at least.
#IC#billia cipher#Stanford Gleeful#Roleplay Post#i hope this response sounds ok#He doesn't always talk right away
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@your-pain-is-my-amusement
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"I suppose you would know if you had paid more attention. "
Stanford smirks to himself. He was in one of his exceptionally rare good moods so of course, he'd take it upon himself to mess with his nephew. It wasn't like anyone else was currently around to entertain him.
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exhaustion … sentence starters
the exhausted
“I can’t sleep.”
“I can’t keep my eyes open.”
“Can you help me back to bed?”
“I’m okay. I’m not even that tired.”
“I don’t remember the last time I slept.”
“I can’t sleep, yet. There’s too much to do.”
“I don’t want to sleep. I keep having nightmares.”
“I promise I’ll sleep in a bit, just let me finish this, first.”
“Can you help me lie down? I can’t move, I’m too tired.”
“I can’t even think straight anymore… maybe I need to sleep.”
“Of course I want to relax. But, we don’t all get what we want.”
“I’m so tired I can’t do anything, but I’m not tired enough to sleep…”
the concerned
“You keep yawning.”
“Go. Sleep. That’s not a request.”
“If you’re that tired, just take a nap.”
“You look like you haven’t slept in days.”
“Why didn’t you tell me you were this tired?”
“Those are some bad bags under your eyes.”
“You don’t have to push so hard. It’s okay to rest.”
“You can barely keep your eyes open, go lie down.”
“I haven’t seen you sleeping in a long time, what’s up?”
“I just had to stop you from toppling over. You’re not okay.”
“With everything you’ve been through lately, of course you’re tired.”
“I heard you thrashing around last night. Nightmares? Is that why you’re so tired?”
“You know, you keep fretting over everyone else, but you won’t even take a second to relax, yourself.”
misc
(doze) : one muse falls asleep on the other’s shoulder
(tuck) : one muse finds the other passed out onto the bed, and tucks them in
(collapsed) : one muse finds the other passed out on the floor from exhaustion
(carry) : one muse finds the other after they’ve fallen asleep on a chair / couch, and carries them to bed
(cover) : one muse finds the other asleep somewhere other than bed and covers them with a blanket / their jacket
(assist) : one muse finds the other so tired they’re having trouble standing and helps them walk somewhere to lie down
(comfort) : one muse has been having nightmares and unable to sleep, so asks the other to cuddle with them to help them drift off
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reblog this to let all your mutuals know you're a-okay with them sending you memes, tagging you in random starters, replying to your open starters, hopping into your ims to plot, and just poking you and offering interactions at any time!!
If you see a mutual reblog this, consider it an open invitation to poke them! No need to worry about annoying them!! 💖
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𝐀𝐓𝐋𝐀𝐒 : 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒
🌀 Sentence starters meant to be used as roleplay prompts . This is from the album Atlas I by Sleeping at Last. Please feel free to change pronouns and words as needed!
i guess space and time takes violent things, angry things, and makes them kind.
we are as infinite as the universe we hold inside.
our universe was brought to life so that we may fall in love every time we open our eyes.
only street lights notice me.
i am desperate to find myself.
god knows i am dissonance waiting to be pulled into tune.
somehow i’ve fallen in love with the middle ground at the cost of my soul.
if i released control, i know you would open my eyes.
all of this mess is just my attempt to know the worth of life.
i’ll go anywhere you want me.
the night sky once ruled my imagination.
after awhile, i thought i’d never find you.
at first, i thought you were a constellation.
i made a map of your stars.
you’re beautiful and endless, the universe i’m helpless in.
i will pull you close until no space lies between.
i was a billion little pieces until you pulled me into focus.
i’ll put you out of my mind long enough to call it courage.
until the sirens sound, i’m safe.
we were just amateurs at war, strangers to suffering.
we promised we’d be safe, but that was another lie from the front lines.
how did our bodies that were born to heal become so prone to die?
lay your weapons down, they’re calling off the war.
though time is ruthless, it showed us kindness in the end.
i’ve lost track of what we were fighting for.
there is goodness in the heart of every man who comes right to the edge of losing all he has.
i don’t know who i am, but i know who i’m not.
please make my messes matter, make this chaos count.
you taught me the courage of stars before you left.
how rare and beautiful it is to even exist.
love is an echo.
you let me sail with cheap wood, so i patched up every leak i could until the blame grew too heavy.
if brokenness is a form of art, i must be a poster child prodigy.
surely this must be my masterpiece.
i wanna tell you but i don’t know how.
these wild oceans shake what’s left of me loose.
i’ll lift up the only sail that i have - this tired white flag.
i wanna love you but i don’t know how.
i live a waking life of looking backwards.
i’ll lean in, and i’ll let it hurt.
i’m pinned under the weight of what i believed would keep me safe.
show me where my armor ends and where my skin begins.
the heaviness i hold in my heart belongs to gravity, and it’s crushing me.
i’ve been worried all my life - a nervous wreck most of the time, really.
some truths over time can learn to play nice.
i set out to rule the world with a paper shield and wooden sword.
the tide is brave, but always retreats.
let’s just say we’re inches apart and even closer at heart.
time moves slow when half of your heart has yet to come home.
i can’t get you out of my mind, and i solemnly swear to never try.
it’s a cruel trick how we find ourselves when we lose everything else.
we only notice light when darkness crashes against it.
our mistakes were bound to be made.
i promise that i’ll keep you safe.
you are an artist and your heart is your masterpiece.
the whole is greater than the sum of its parts.
in beauty there echoes a spark of our source.
were we broken right from the start?
being brave is just another word for being afraid.
maybe your light is a seed and the darkness is dirt.
darkness exists to make light truly count.
with every heartbeat that i have left, i’ll defend your every breath.
when we grew up, our shadows grew up too.
you are so much more than your father’s son.
when i was young, i fell in love with a story.
the truth is heavier than fiction.
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Ok, I’m not a big fan of these kinds of posts, but lately, I’m becoming more and more disheartened so I need to know if you’re out there.
Please reblog this post if you are willing to write with ‘un-shippable’ muses.
I’m talking about those muses who are perhaps elderly, who are married/taken and not liable to affairs, muses who are asexual/aromantic, or even just muses whose muns don’t really want to ship.
While I’m always happy that anyone would want to write with me, sadly, over time I have realised that my older/married/ace muses are very rarely (virtually never) requested. So please share this on your blog so that people know they can throw their muses at you who are not going to wind up in ships or with smut threads.
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Send🌙 To Catch My Muse Walking Around Late At Night
Send 🌙 reverse For My Muse To Catch Yours Walking Late At Night
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I’m going to slowly try to return to this blog. Bear with me. I’ll be updating the blog here and there as I do so. If any thing looks broken temporarily or changes around that is your heads up.
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Rev! Fiddleford
I’ve convinced myself that I seriously need to start drawing Fidds more- so here we are!
These all started as some dumb lil doodles but I think it’s just..escalated
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OOC: That’s so wild to see my Stanford Gleeful edit in the wild like that. But also yes Stanford would absolutely do that. I really ought to make newer edits of his current design. )))
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Hallo there!!! Gonna drop a little positivity in your inbox. You are amazing, loved, cherished, fluffy, and did I mention amazing?? Also, that outfit my dude, you are working it!!
#Gravity Falls#Levity Heights#Reverse Falls#Stanford Gleeful#Stanford Pines#Stanford Answers#Anon#Anonymous
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