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::BOLD  YOUR  MUSE’S  PREFERENCE::

001. MOVIES

Comedy or Action?

Romance or Horror?

Adventure or Drama?

Historical or Musicals?

Sci-fi or Westerns?

002. FOOD

Tea or Coffee? (He doesn’t like either tbh)

Cake or Pie?

Fruit or Vegetables?

Sweet or Spicy?

Cereal or Oatmeal?

Bagels or Cookies?

Sandwich or Pizza?

003. NATURE

Early Bird or Night Owl?

Summer or Winter?

City or Countryside?

Cats or Dogs?

Hiking or Swimming?

Forest or Meadow?

004.  MISC.

Hugs or Kisses?

Books or Movies?

Shorts or Long Pants?

Monopoly or Sorry?

Comic Books or Novels?

Showers or Baths?

Chess or Checkers?

Hip-Hop or Classical Music? 

Tagged by: @spectrebrcther (Thank you so much!!) Tagging: Whomever wants to!

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It isn’t sufficient just to want - you’ve got to ask yourself what you are going to do to get the things you want. - Richard D. Rosen

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Thank your past for all the lessons, and move on.

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“...Seriously? You had the motivation to get up and go outside, but not enough to put some actual shoes on?” Sure hope it was on Lore’s agenda to be harassed by a disembodied voice today, because that’s what’s happening- the tone of it is caught somewhere between mildly amused and /weary/. “‘Comfortably miserable' isn't a thing, runt.”

Oh, another disembodied voice to talk to him. Not the first time it happened, but it was the first time that one came here to be annoying. Other times it was just... there wasn’t any word in his dictionary to describe it. Trudge on and ignore the voice, not like it hit any hurtful chords because all of these things were things Lore was very much aware of. Nothing he wasn’t used to. He sighed, rubbing the side of his neck with his hand. His expression was tired and annoyed. He pursed his lips, as the words slowly made its way out of his mouth.

Answer the voice. Sounded like a quality plan.

“I would be in bed any day. It got trashed.” Lore said, crossing his arms. Not exactly the bed, but everything in the room was in shambles, making it a precarious place to stay in. “Don’t you have anything better to do than comment on me?” As far as he was aware, he made an effort not to disrupt anything here. At least he hoped he did.

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Forgiving someone is easy, but being able to trust them again is a totally different story.

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βῆ δ᾽ ἀκέων παρὰ θῖνα πολυφλοίσβοιο θαλάσσης

Homer, Iliad

He walked in silence the shore of the loud-echoing sea. 

(via labentiasidera)

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Don’t go through life, grow through life. - Eric Butterworth

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We either make ourselves miserable, or we make ourselves happy. The amount of work is the same. -Carlos Castaneda

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Great minds discuss ideas; average minds discuss events; small minds discuss people. -Eleanor Roosevelt

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one-they-left-behind‌:

The fact that they haven’t already crashed could at least be taken as a good sign. As crazy as Hunter was, he was skilled in situations such as this. Sadly, he couldn’t focus on the sight of that giant avian, because he needed to keep his awareness on going forwards so they didn’t end up as paint on a tree. This was just a terrible mess to be in all around. He had a kid with no weapons that he is protecting for some reason and he doesn’t even know where to find a gun. Could this kid even shoot a gun? Well, can’t be picky! At this point, the wasteland rule of ‘learn or die’ come into play.

So far, so good. Weaving through these trees was kind of a hassle, but it wasn’t too much of a problem. Hunter would just smash through them with his face if it wasn’t for the fact he had a passenger. Hey! At least he’s thinking of Lore’s safety in all this! He just didn’t know why. Man they needed a place to hide, and he couldn’t see anything good right now. That bird was definitely back there somewhere, but he doubted it could fit in here properly.

Oh so now Lore starts speaking his language! Sort of. Really, he was fine with a ‘strategical retreat’, and that was exactly what this was in his mind. The thing is, where would they find weapons? “What would do? I find something! Survived in wasteland for so long, will survive if plans fail! Somehow. “ At least he had hope in himself, but he was also just that stupid. Though… Lore did managed to get him to try and think just a bit more. This wasn’t the wasteland, after all. “We get you weapon! Then kill! Lil Gunther is good gun, will not use others!” He totally named his gun. “You just need good gun, then we good! Good? Good.”

Luckily, Lore wouldn’t have to be too considered with being so close to the ground for too long. Hunter’s eyes were peeled, trying to find something that would be good enough for them to hide in. If they could avoid sight long enough, maybe this dumb bird would leave them alone for awhile so they could get their bearings. As much as Hunter wanted to charge after it head on right now, he also didn’t want Lore to continue nagging him about his plans. Soon, something good was spotted; a large tree. Not only that, but the bottom of it seemed to have a hole dug in by who knows what. Giant woodpecker? Previous prey of the bird? He didn’t care, but it was big enough for the two of them! Hunter quickly tilted himself back as he flew, letting his feet act as breaks along the ground just so he could slide right to a stop just outside of the hollowed out part of the tree itself, all before throwing himself inside, where he finally released Lore from his clutches.

There were so many trees passing before his eyes, it was a wonder that he didn’t get hit and loss consciousness yet by this insane transport. He could probably get hurt from this before that creature even touched them. Oh, that was the first thing they need to deal with if they were going to travel freely in this area. Although, the freest the boy wanted to be is free enough to get away from this whole place. Get away the fact he probably had to fight with an actual weapon with a less-than-optimal partner. He wasn’t dissing Hunter’s abilities. He was absolutely dissing how their dynamic could end up being a sort of weird amalgamation that may not yield ideal results... Who was the one babysitting anyways?

Oh, good, Hunter took his suggestion. He could feel relief flooding his veins. However, his heart wouldn’t stop pounding in his chest. Another tree. He wanted to squeeze his eyes shut from all of this and wait for a safe area to open them. That wasn’t something he had the privilege of doing. Another screech, this time much, much farther off. Before he could respond to any of the soldier’s words, the grip loosened around him. Actually, the first sound that left his mouth was yelp as he rolled to the wall. Everything was spinning. He forced himself into a sitting upright, shaking his head to clear his thoughts. Standing up seemed futile. He was still dizzy.

Maybe... he should be glad that Hunter decided to bring them here instead of charging at the avian. There was no returning if they fought the enemy in their current state. Some things stood out to him from Hunter’s previous words. First was that the soldier came from a wasteland, and he agreed that he should get a gun or any weapon for that matter, but... “Did you name your gun?” Sounded trustworthy...

From his position, he found a stick nearby and drew a weak line in the dirt. Okay, this would be a decent start to write their plans and visualize them. The creature would have a hard time spotting them and they had a somewhat clear place to look around. “Okay, yeah, where would we get another gun?” Better question: how fast can Lore learn how to fire a gun? Pretty sure, this weapon gaining was something his ally was going to budge from. “This isn’t the same as the wasteland, is it...? In any form? It’s not similar to my place at all, aside from the amount of trees.”

#rp #one-they-left-behind #[Rocky Start] #v; main #//Good. Lore's whining worked for once!! #//Time to gain a weapon: Gun #//ahh I'm so sorry you have to deal with waiting a while for my replies!!

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“Who- Following you...? What?” He peeked from the side to search for the source of the voice.

Lore could’ve sworn he never saw the other in front of him. Although, where he was looking from probably didn’t his case.

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“Whoever is following me, please, just show yourself.”

There’s a tired tone in the psychic’s voice as he halts in his steps, looking around. “I know someone is there, okay? So whoever it is, just show yourself already! This is getting tedious!”

#rp #thebrawlboys #[Newly Spotted] #v; main #//no no! thank you for making the starter! #//Everything just gets shoved into the drafts :'3 #//What an interesting place--

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sephnit-omsol‌:

The beast flew for a little, searching on the ground, until they heard his voice a short ways behind them. Did they really overshoot him? Oh well, atleast they know where to go, now!

“Oh… I could, but I’ve alwayss wanted to ssee how badly I can sscare ssomeone! Alssssso, you could’ve broken my hand, you know-!”

They swooped down to the source of his voice, but ended up accidentally crashing into a small cluster of trees nearby. It seems that even though the dragon had wings, they weren’t well-practiced in using them.

At the sound of the crash, the boy crawled out from the brush, scanning the area for the reason he was hiding in the first place. Was that them who crashed? His vision was obstructed under all those leaves.

“That’s... What was I supposed to do?!” In his defense, he felt that the other deserved some sort of fight. It’s not the best thing he could’ve done, but it was the first thing that popped into his head... They didn’t mention anything about eating him.

Where did they go? He couldn’t miss what happened to them if he could still hear their voice.

#rp #sephnit-omsol #[Caved Interaction] #v; main #//trees were the real danger to the both of them #//They were supposed to band together against the trees akdakfs

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People who are meant to be together find their way back, they may take a few detours, but they’re never lost.

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If that creature thought he was being sneaky with the way he was approaching, then Lore had questions. Although, it was a significant development from being pounced on and having to dash off into another unknown area.

“Do you... want something?”

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Oh, there was a new person! Dirk’s just gonna sloooooowly approach. He was really the only one the Jolteon had found in the past five minutes, so hopefully he would be willing to help out. Or at the very least give him something to eat. He was hungry!

#rp #timebranded #[Jolting into Action] #v; main #//ahhh Thank you!! #//What a good Jolteon-- what did Lucas do--

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Heartbound. Just…. heartbound.

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