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SHIPPING INFO /

/ Answer the following for your muse(s) so people know how shipping works on your blog.

REPOST. Don’t reblog.

What’s your OTP for your Muse(s)?

@brooklynislandgirl While I have gone on to the point of endless circles about how Jayden loves Beth. It is more than a love of being friends. There is such a deep connection, may be not soul-mate status, but close enough that if it were true, then I would have no reason to argue against it. They are a close as they can get as friends, as family, and more. Beth and Jay were created, on paper with pens and pencils, sticky notes and yarn to connect the dots. Looking a lot like a conspiracy board to outsiders. But Turtle and I spent a solid six months, if not more, working out details of the girls' lives and how they fit together with each other. Across different verse and timelines. How they know that the other will be there when all hope is lost and there is nothing left but each other.

All of my ships are near and dear to me. To know that there are those out there that are putting in the time and effort like I am to make the Ship, no matter what shape it takes, to work. I can't give specifics as to why one is greater than another when the reality is that I see them all as stars in my night sky of written words.

What are you willing to RP when it comes to shipping?

It would be easier to state what I will not write when it comes to shipping. Meaning I will NOT write things like Non-Con, Age Play, Daddy/Mommy Kinks and closely related themes to the listed ones. I refuse for many reasons that do not need explanation further than I'm just not going to do it.

The Following are Available if the Muns are friends for at least Six Months and are consenting to: Dub-Con could only come up as a suggested plot if I have written with you over a regular basis and that we talk near constant OOC. Toxic and Negative Ships can be brought up provided that we the Muns have a healthy understanding and plot it out over several weeks.

Sex and BDSM topics can be talked about after two months of OOC of conversation. Or if we the Muns feel comfortable enough with each other to talk about such things. But that is a preference of mine.

That being said, I am open to most types of shipping from romantic, to friendship, to familial, and even frenemies. With the clear statement being that, and let me say it loudly for those in the back of the auditorium, COMMUNICATION IS KEY!

For me to be able to write out certain things, I need to know where my partner is at. I will check in with them at every reply, ask questions to the point it might feel like an interrogation to the outside the thread. If it becomes clear that the ship is starting to harm or make my RP Partner uncomfortable, I need them to be honest with me and I will terminate that specific ship and all threads relating to it.

I am not here to get my jollies at the risk of my partner's; mental, emotional, and physical health. Nothing is worth hurting another human being for.

How large does the age gap have to be to make it uncomfortable?

Age gaps do not really bother me so long as again, We Communicate. I do prefer the Muse in question to be over 21 as I am not going to even pretend to enter the Underage thing. It honestly creeps me out now that I am older in real life. I get a few years, but after they are approaching being about five years younger than Jay is where I draw a hard line.

Are you selective when shipping?

I have to say that I am to a certain point. I like the semi-realism of watching Muses meet, grow and interact. Seeing that relationship develop and blossom gives the Ship a certain fondness for me. Something I can look back on and go "Yeah, that was the moment it became something real." I have stated that I am a slow-burn kind of girl, but that doesn't mean we can't plot the past and jump into an established friendship.

I am open to figuring out pre-established romantic relationships, so long as it is not fresh following each other. I need to know you a bit more than a name and a "hey baby, how you doin'" if that's okay.

I will be honest, unless I have known the Mun for a spell and it is something that we have plotted for, Jayden is not going to just drop her panties and say please within the first ten minutes. That is something that I don't feel right about as I think it betrays who she is as a person. Yes, she is an OC of canon characters from a show. But she is more than her parents. She belongs to no one, except maybe Beth and even then Jay does not always listen. She can make her own choices.

How far do steamy moments have to go before they’re considered NSFW?

Personally, I like to stick to T.V. standards. If it would be considered rate R, then of course I am going to tag it as such. But for me, I like to take it somewhere more private if the Scene goes to Third Base. Mostly because A) I do not have a lot of experience with writing for the public, and B) It takes days if not weeks to make sure that I am follow where my fellow Mun wants to take things.

Who are other muses you ship your muse with?

I have several ships that I will go down with. But I understand that life happens. To list them all would keep us here for several hours. And even then I would feel like it wouldn't do the Ships justice. Because I love them all in different ways.

For those standing Ships, it takes a weight off my soul to know that my mutual Muns have taken the time to chip away the near indestructible wall of Jayden's exterior personality to get to that soft gooey center. That they can see she has flaws and still choose to love her on purpose. No matter what that love is.

Does one have to ask to ship with you?,

Don't get me wrong, I would like a head's up that it is something you, the Mun asking, is interested in. If it happens by accident, that is awesome. I'll be fair and honest, unlike my Muse, I am in real life oblivious to people flirting and the associated actions. So if you are subtle about it, I won't see it. And my goal is to not intentionally hurt someone because I was "Madam Not Getting the Hint."

And if I am asked, then I have a better grasp of what direction we want these stories to go. And yes it will change how my Muse interacts with yours.

How often do you like to ship?

I am not looking to force anyone into anything. As it has been a very large Issue in the RPC. Only getting followed for sex and nothing else just isn't my cup of tea. Not to say that you can't do that, I'm just respectfully bowing out of that.

I want us to know each other, to be able to be friends before putting a label on what our Muses are. But I would like to hope that our Muses could have at least and "I tolerate you" and "I would save you from being on fire" kind of ship.

Are you multiship?

I am. Each ship is in their own bubble pocket universes and timelines. Think of them as Pants of Time. There are two choices, and each one taken changes that timeline differently.

That is not to say that I can't enjoy watching other relationships come into being. Even if there are multiple crossover verses with several Muns, UNLESS TALKED ABOUT BEFORE HAND, there is very little butting into someone else's relationships. There is no "Oh my God, Becky you're dating my man! How Dare?!" Honestly cheating plots are not something I am all that interested in? But that is just me.

Are you ship obsessed or ship more-or-less?

I mean, kind of More or Less. If one happens I am here for it. But even if one never comes up, that is okay too! Sometimes you just see Bob Joe at the park when you walk your dog and exchange a "Still breathing?" in passing.

I have had a standing Mutual that at first our Muses would just annoy the shit out of each other for like a year's worth of multiple threads. And we as Muns were fucking tickled pink by it. To this day I am not sure if He considers Jayden His friend or that woman the bane of His existence. I am looking at you my feathered friend.

What is your favorite ship in your current fandom?

I have so many that it is silly and that there is very little time to explain them and why I will die on their respective hills.

Finally, how does one ship with you?

Talk to me. Be honest with what you want to see and I will do my damn best to make it happen for you. I sadly cannot read minds from my desk chair. SO in order for us to write something we are both enjoying, I need to have a head start and a map to get to the right path we want to take our stories into.

Tagged by: @brooklynislandgirl

Tagging: Look over there. It's a bird! It's a plane! It's a Meme you are now tagged in!

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“Sure thing. Let me just set my stuff down and wash my hands.” Jayden took his open invitation to further herself into her home. “Have a seat and put some pressure on that.” 

Her everyday small work bag was set onto one of the coat rack hooks. Hair tie pulled from her wallet chain so she could keep her hair out of her face. Her boots toed off by the door, before she went to her kitchen sink, hair going back into a loose braid for the time being. 

She made a stop to get a better look at what she would be dealing with. If this was any kind of pet, she would have no trouble keeping a poker face. But people. Well that wasn’t her strong suit. They had a tendency to fight back. Still, she was concerned that he was still standing. She could see the red of yet to form bruises lining his torso. It all looked so painful. 

“What were you fighting a bear with a bottle?” She moved a bit quicker, grabbing the soap and scrubbing her arms as if she was half ass prepping for surgery. A habit picked up from her best friend. Taking a clean towel, she dampened the corner to wipe the area she would be working with. Thankful that she had started buying the black dish towels when she could find them. Knowing him, he probably didn’t take anything for the pain or to numb the area. 

Coming back to the dinning table she pulled a different chair over to act as a table while she kneeled down at his side. Taking the towel she swabbed the six inch by six inch span of his skin. The left side of her bottom lip pulled in between her teeth as she grabbed the kit off the table in trade for the towel. Setting it down into the chair for easier access as she pulled on gloves. Rising up she took the needle laced with the thread before grabbing the needle driver 

“Do you want something to block out the pain, or do you want to brute force and drink it away?” Jay asked, pausing just before she started the process of patching him up.

There were few places he considered safe. How could a place be safe when his presence put the people there at risk? He knew the kind of danger he brought with him, the kind of people who would follow him if given the opportunity. That wasn't something that other people needed to deal with. He was fine dealing with things by himself. He'd been doing it most of his life.

But there were times when there were places he would go and hide out. There was Beth's place if he was really injured, too bad that he couldn't fix it himself, but he didn't think he needed her help, not today. Which left him driving to Jayden's, eyes losing focus at the loss of blood, but determination was practically his middle name, and he wasn't about to let this wound keep him down. He'd pulled onto her street barely conscious, but still managed to make his way into her house. He would have to make it up to her for the blood all over her floor.

He was trying to twist enough to catch the end of the wound when he heard the front door open. He froze for a moment, but recognized the distinct sound of her boots clicking on the floor and returned to his attempts to sew himself back together. If he could just get the far edge of the wound he could do the whole thing, but no matter how he twisted he didn't seem to be capable of catching it.

She called out to him and he glanced up, knew he must look a fool with his shirt hitched halfway up and blood streaming down his side. At least she had manners enough not to mention it. He appreciated that. He grunted at her, setting the needle down in frustration.

"Caught a bottle," he said, lifting the shirt up to show the three inch long scratch. "Should see the other guy. He looks worse than me."

The other guy might not be breathing anymore but Eliot wasn't going to say anything about that. Jay knew he was dangerous. She didn't need to know just how dangerous he was. No one needed to know that.

"Wouldn't mind if you could get the stitches started. Can't reach the edge."

#v: Just Your Average Ordinary Human #ifyoucatchacriminal #TBD | Eliot Spencer #TBD| Eliot x Jay

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Sitting on the bench... A lonely leaf sits right next to me...

#Dance to the Beat Of Your Heart l Music

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This Meme: Accepting @tabbyrp

You know I love you. You know I would absolutely do anything and everything with you. I miss you and you are such a wonderful, flowy light that I will continue to thank until we are old and grey.

#Please Leave a Message | Answered Ask #Answers from the Mun #tabbyrp #Danke Tabby!

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Dear RPers who have wanted to interact.

I feel like i need to address this because i find it’s an issue many people, especially newcomers, have in RP.

PLEASE. DO. NOT. BE. SHY. TO. SAY. HI.

There’s no reason to be anxious or hesitant if you want to talk to me. I will happily accept a random starter, or a random tag, or an inbox message! Even if we’ve never interacted or even acknowledged one another, i will still HAPPILY interact with you!

You’re not bothering me. You’re not annoying. You’re not making me uncomfortable. I LIKE to interact with new people, it’s very exciting and fun!

Please, PLEASE, don’t be hesitant when sending in ANYTHING. I’m having a lot more fun than your anxiety tells you!

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CHRISTIAN KANE as ELIOT SPENCER Leverage 3.06 "The Studio Job"

#ifyoucatchacriminal #TBD | Eliot Spencer #Order Up: que

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GREEN: I think you’re cute. TEAL: We have a lot in common. WHITE: You scare me. {giggles}. SCARLET: You have influenced my decision/thoughts on something. MAROON: You taught me something new. CINNAMON: You’re a really cool person and admire you from afar. PERIWINKLE: You make me laugh. MAUVE: You are really talented. BLUSH: Seeing you on my dash makes my day a little better. INDIGO: I’ve been following you for a long time. FUCHSIA: Your blog content is gold. LAVENDER: You inspire me. CORAL: You’re a meme.

FORGET-ME-NOT: You remind me of somebody {oh yeah. Me}. RAZZMATAZZ: I would share my favorite food with you. SAFFRON: I love your ideas. TIMBERWOLF: I trust you. FALLOW: I want to run through the Northern wilderness barefoot with you. TANGERINE: I love your aesthetic. SAGE: You make me cry {sometimes}. CRIMSON: We should collaborate on something! VIRIDIAN: I wanna hang out on your blog. CHARTREUSE: You’re my homie. BURGUNDY: I get excited when I see posts from you

In Short...

We are a Rainbow Coalition of Dancing.

This Meme: Accepting @brooklynislandgirl

And our Boombox is too powerful.

I love you. You know this. I sing your praises on the regular. But the point is. You will never be rid of me.

#Please Leave a Message | Answered Ask #Answers from the Mun #brooklynislandgirl #Danke Beth!

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RED / RAINBOW

This Meme: Accepting @therealgamble

"I would hate me too if I was you, but uh... you do know Andy is over there right?" She can't stop laughing as she cpoints behind Brian. "Pretty sure that you'd have to get by him before you made it to my bed."

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(I love you too Gamble)

#Please Leave a Message | Answered Ask #therealgamble #Danke Brian!

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Cinnamon and mauve!

This Meme: Accepting @honorhearted

Awe, you are truly sweet. And there is no need to be afar.

I promise I only bite when asked. But no seriously, I admit that I do the same. I love reading your posts. And I would very much like to get to know you.

#Please Leave a Message | Answered Ask #Answers from the Mun #honorhearted #Danke Ben!

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In the Inbox. DM me if you'd like.

#All Systems Nominal | Online

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see what your followers think of you (feel free to add more)

BLACK: I would date you.

GREEN: I think you’re cute.

BLUE: You are my tumblr crush.

GREY: I wish you would notice me.

PURPLE: I don’t talk to you but I really love your blog.

TEAL: We have a lot in common.

YELLOW: I don’t know you at all.

ORANGE: I don’t like your blog.

BROWN: I don’t like you.

PINK: I think you are unattractive.

RED: I hate you with a burning passion.

WHITE: You scare me.

RAINBOW: BED PLZ.

SCARLET: You have influenced my decision/thoughts on something.

MAROON: You taught me something new.

CINNAMON: You’re a really cool person and admire you from afar.

PERIWINKLE: You make me laugh

MAUVE: You are really talented

BLUSH: Seeing you on my dash makes my day a little better.

CYAN: We have very little in common

THISTLE: I only just started following you

INDIGO: I’ve been following you for a long time

FUCHSIA: Your blog content is gold

COPPER: Your blog content is trash (and I love it)

VERMILION: You make me feel passionate

HONEYDEW: I want to call you by a nickname

LAVENDER: You inspire me

CORAL: You’re a meme

UMBER: I want to know more about you

FORGET-ME-NOT: You remind me of somebody

RAZZMATAZZ: I would share my favorite food with you

ARSENIC: I don’t know how to describe the way I feel about you

WINE: You make me feel kinda funny, like when we used to climb the rope in gym class

SAFFRON: I love your ideas

TIMBERWOLF: I trust you

FALLOW: I want to run through the Northern wilderness barefoot with you

PLUM: I’d like to chat with you

TANGERINE: I love your aesthetic

SAGE: You make me cry

CRIMSON: We should collaborate on something!

VIRIDIAN: I wanna hang out on your blog

CHARTREUSE: You’re my homie

BURGUNDY: I get excited when I see posts from you

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Send me three names and a number

Fuck, marry, kill

Adopt, be adopted by, marry

fight aliens with, fight zombies with, fight capitalism with

fistfight, get drunk with, share a flat with

Fuck, take a bullet for, murder

Kill, betray, have on your zombie apocalypse team

Marry, cuddle, sleep with

Seduce, steal from, serenade

Stab, shoot, or drown

Go sailing with, go on a road trip with, go backpacking with

Go to a music festival with, ask to help you move, have a standing brunch gossip session with

Go to fair with, go dancing with, play video games with

Go to the movies with, go skating with, go to a national park with

Binge watch an entire season of a show in a day with, go to a karaoke bar with, go to a yoga class with

Get stuck in an elevator for 10 hours with, get trapped in a cave for 10 hours with, get stranded on a boat for 10 hours with

Have a beach day with, watch the sunrise with, have dinner at a fancy restaurant with

Make soup for when sick, go on a long walk with, spend all day snuggling by a fire with

Netflix and chill with, go ice-skating with, play dodgeball against

Start a book club with, read a book to, hit with a book

Make up your own options and send them to me!

You can send me your names and numbers. If you want to see my list of fandoms I leave it here.

*This is a list is based on these others •••••

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His lungs seem fine. Can’t hear much that is causing her immediate concern given their situation. Pulling the stethoscope away she tosses it back into the handy kit she had with her. His body was as good as it was going to get where they were. And they weren’t all that far from her ranch. Where she had a fully functioning clinic with exactly one surgical suite, for animals, but it was better than this stretch of road.

Huffing she unclipped the chain of her wallet to pull a couple of hair ties  from the bundle she kept there. Gathering her hair up she glanced at him and gnawed on her bottom lip in thought. 

“Alright, here's what we are going to do. We’re gonna pull you up on your good leg and pray that I can get you into my truck before you die on me.” Jayden said, pushing herself to stand. A word of warning to stay put, a command for Jenna to keep her place as a pillow. She took off to the ruck, not bothering with closing the door nor putting on her seatbelt as she manoeuvred the old Ford into position as close as she dared get with him. 

Sliding back out she rounded to his less fucked up side and grabbed at his arm to get as good of a hold of him as she could. Heaving him up a bit and commanding Jenna to load up so they could bolt as soon as she had him secure. 

“All right, big guy. Work with me and the ketamine I gave you should help you not feel much of anything here soon.” Jayden said, holding out hope that he was functional enough to process that they would be on the move soon. “Before bitching about your bike, I can call my mechanic in the morning and have him come get it. We can’t wait around for a tow truck right now.” 

She was fairly certain that would be a point of argument  the second she would have gotten him to his feet. He was just going to have to deal with it. His life was worth more to her than the wrecked mode of transportation was in the moment. Just another thing on her mental to do list. 

“When your ready.” 

Beneath The Light

Tracked from [ X ] (it wouldn't trim the post im sry)

Not a people doctor.

An itch at the back of his head. Something disconnected from the pain. Something logical. Something that says he should ask about that. Because most people would say I’m not a doctor. But this woman had said not a people doctor. And while later--if there is one--it’ll dawn on him the hilarious irony of being left for road kill only to be found by a fucking veterinarian of all people, but right now it does not. Right now he can’t grasp hold of that itch long enough to scratch away the haze to see the whole thought into fruition. So he lets it get blown off in the easy breeze making its way across the desert around them.

Another hiss when she takes to wrapping his leg. A tourniquet of some kind, that he both blesses and curses for existing. What he wouldn't give for a morphine drip. A gallon of fuckin' proper whiskey. Anything to make every inch of him stop. But the only thing he has is his grit and the over abundance of stubborn not to die in the middle of a fucking desert. So he bites down on the desert's bones out of spite more than anything else. Pushing words out through his teeth.

"Lass...wha' par' o'dis dunna suck?"

Its malicious just a fraction less than it is sarcastic. Blame the fact he can't unstick his jaw right now. Blame it on how its a miracle he's even concious all things considered. Just don't blame it on him not being the world's greatest perso---

"Shhhhhh---!"

The rest of the word dissolves into how very fucking cold that thing is. And its only after that the rest of what she says filters through. Moving about as fast as that damn piece of metal is heating up. Or maybe he's just fucking cold and hot at the same time. Maybe that's what it really feels like to slowly bleed out. But even for all of the discomfort....

Air is pulled in as slow and as steady as he can manage. In....out.....in....oout.....in...--a cough that triggers at least fourteen more. And there's a groan that starts at the top of his head and ends at his feet or at least that's what it feels like, as the one good bit of green he's got left cracks open again to eye his would be savior.

"W-weell?"

A heart beat.

"C-can we risk m-movin' me, doc?"

Because to be fair the answer to that question? Decides if he's walking away from this on his feet or in a box.

#whosxafraid #v: Johnny B. Goode | Closed #Ride it like You Stole it | Biker! Luka #On Pink Slips and Kisses at the End of the Line | Biker!Luka x Jay

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Undefeated

Closed starter for @ifyoucatchacriminal

Maybe it was the way she was woken up this morning that should have been a clue. No usual being pounced upon by her dog to be woken up. Waiting for her coffee pot to finish brewing as she went through her morning yoga routine. Maybe it was that it had been a little too quiet lately. A few weeks without the strange friendly shadow at the local haunt. The pool table felt emptier than normal. Without a heavy blue eyed playful glare paired with a lightly scared lipped smirk answering her snarky retorts with his own. She was a little down in mood if she let herself think longer than she meant to about him not being around. 

She had gone to see her parents recently. Another three day trip were she had to be at least civil with her father. Her mother doing what damage control she could while keeping her adopted sister out of the verbal battle field. After the fact she carried the guilt of her actions with her over the first few days back before bottling it up to collect dust on a mental shelf that would no doubt turn into stress baking when the season changed. 

Still she followed the flow of the day. Nothing else to do, but continue on with life and not get caught up on the details. 

Coming back to herself as she pulled into the driveway she should have noticed the bright orange charger parked down the street a ways. It stood out in the suburb she lived in. Should have seen the stark dark red against of white tile of her walkway that trailed around her house when she turned to follow up the stairs of her porch. Should have been prepared to find him standing at her dining room table when she rounded one of the few corners of her open floor planned house. 

Thick hair pulled into a half ponytail. The button up shirt she assumed he had been wearing folded over the back of another chair. Bloodied tank pulled up to expose the left side of his torso to the abundant light of the afternoon. Her first aid kit, fully stocked when she’d left that morning, laying open on the table. Him with a small sneer on his face shouldn’t have been as amusing as it was when he was twisted around clearly trying to stitch a cut along his left side. One that seemed to be enough out of reach to make this an ordeal vs a simple patch up and move on. 

“As nice as it is to see you, despite the blood all over my floor, would you like some help with that?” Jayden asked, keeping most of her body shielded away behind the wall in the stupidly rare case he hadn't heard her come in with how focused he seemed to be. More of just a precaution for if he threw something at her. She had learned her lesson the one time she had caught him off guard.

"Or should I just get dinner started and ask later what kind of bar fight you got into this time?"

#v: Just Your Average Ordinary Human #ifyoucatchacriminal #TBD | Eliot Spencer #TBD| Eliot x Jay

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Reblog if you’re a roleplayer in your 30s.

under 18 | 18 to 21 | 21 - 29 | 30s | 40s | 50s | 60s | 70+

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