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timebvmb · 3 years

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#i still cannot stop playing minecraft. help

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timebvmb · 3 years

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#sorry i've been on a minecraft binge i will be back and reply to/post starters soon O__O #i am just minecrafting... mining.... crafting....#* ⠀ ── ⠀ ooc ⠀ 、 ⠀ ramblings ⠀ !

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timebvmb · 4 years

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if there was one thing the world needed to know about belle, it was that she fucking adored causing havoc in public. making people uncomfortable, doing exactly what others didn’t want from her, it all made her incredibly happy. upon being asked by her friends to sneak into the mall at night, there was not a doubt in her mind that she would attend. and late at night in the mall, she felt on top of the world. running through the halls, screaming at the top of her lungs, trying to find a railing to slide down to no avail. she was enjoying herself, truly. after winding down the initial excitement and the true joy that came with doing what was not wanted, she skated her way towards the drink dispensers on socked feet, taking an armful of mountain dew and skirting away. to her disappointment however, she slid directly into another person. “motherfucker! who are you?” she dropped the bottles, angry at the distraction from returning to her friends. “holy shit, i’m not telling you who i am. do you work here or something? if you do, i’m a figment of your imagination. a ghost if you will.”

open to: everyone !

setting: empty mall at night. AIDEN is a janitor for said mall and he thought he was completely alone as he cleaned and danced to the tune of the music playing from his phone.

cleaning bathrooms and eerily empty malls were activities far from aiden’s favorite ones, but he desperately needed money and had a tuiton to pay. the only perk of the job was being able to dance and sing to his playlists unbothered, without anyone seeing him make a fool of himself. as a very upbeat abba song started playing, he began moving to the beat and mumbling the words under his breath. the song went on and the instrumental approached; aiden’s cue to start dancing sporadically, arms flailing everywhere and his broom turning into a microphone. suddenly, as he backed up he felt himself colide with something ━ or, to be more exact, someone. “ holy fuck! “ he exclaimed once he was met face to face with another person, “ who are you!? what are you doing here!? ”

#* ⠀ ── ⠀ isabelle ⠀ 、 ⠀ aiden ⠀ !#miraclealignerz #hey bestie its me....#sorry i gave u my shithole child #MVCNXVMCXVXN

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timebvmb · 4 years

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WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT THE NAM FAMILY.

𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐄 . 𝐒𝐄𝐋 . 𝐎𝐂 . 𝐌𝐔𝐌𝐔 .

cherished by 𝐤𝐚𝐯𝐢 .

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#* ⠀ ── ⠀ ooc ⠀ 、 ⠀ promo⠀ !

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timebvmb · 4 years

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MARCIE:

marcie’s stopped at the nearest place she can find for some form of caffeine . she’s eager for a way to force her eyes open until the sun meets the east horizon and doesn’t even mind if it may taste like it’s meant to cover roadways . the article due tomorrow will take about as much brain power as she can muster up , maybe even more if she’s unlucky - which she usually is . upon opening the door to the diner ( she hopes no one spots her in ) she’s surprised by their sudden voice and looks down at them with raised eyebrows . ‘ you work here or something ? what’s so great about the pie ? ‘ marcie’s lips fall into a familiar and confident pout that decorates her in a subtle but sarcastic sweetness . blame it on the lack of understanding what BOUNDARIES are , or maybe her being an only child , but it’s almost too much to resist the urge she has to peer over at their work . ‘ you don’t look like you work here , you a writer or something ? ‘

theres something about the air in the diner that makes the motion of the fan above just a bit slower, and makes the way people speak seem more out of place than anything. a reply from the girl who walked in was shocking, and their eyes widened at the fact that they were going to have to actually speak to her - they hadn’t done that in a while. they were visibly disheveled, sweatshirt half off their body, hair pulled up messily, and wondered why they were the one who decided to welcome this girl into the diner. ( instead of the waitress, sitting on her phone in booth no. 3, avoiding her job entirely. they would have to note this down. ) “no, i don’t work here. the pie is just good. janie is the chef, and she takes pride in her key lime pie. i like to advertise it to the people coming in, to give her a tinge of respect and get her favorite dish out there." they sighed, pursing their lips as they turned towards the other. she was peering at the papers spread on the counter, and something about that felt a level too intimate for them, their work being too closed off from the world. “well yea, no shit i’m a writer. who else would be sat at this diner at this hour? a sane person?”

#luvespell #* ⠀ ── ⠀ zero ⠀ 、 ⠀ marcie ⠀ !#pls the way that replies are rn makes me want to rip my tonsils out by hand

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timebvmb · 4 years

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open to: all genders, anyone! scenario: a dingy roadside diner in the middle of nowhere, somewhere that you would stop on a trip at. zero’s been sitting there writing/editing for quite some time, and is one of the few customers in the diner. you can read about zero in the source link!

the bright neon lights flicker above in the small diner, and it is clear that zero has settled into the scene. their papers spread in front of them and the pen smudged on their pinky signaled they had been there too long, a cup of black coffee left astray on the counter. a sigh leaves their lips as they pull back their hair, pieces left astray that just aren’t long enough. the bell signals a door opening across the diner, and they peer up from their work, giving the newcomer a once over. “welcome, i’d recommend the pie.” they murmur, returning to reviewing the wrinkled papers in the notebook ahead of them.

#indie rp #open rp #open starter #indie starter #they/them pronouns!#* ⠀ ── ⠀ zero ⠀ 、 ⠀ starter ⠀ !#* ⠀ ── ⠀ ooc ⠀ 、 ⠀ starter⠀ !

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timebvmb · 4 years

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open to: mutuals, any gender

scenario: waiting for an acceptance or denial of a job after an interview. they’ve been waiting for quite some time, and there are many applicants in the room among them.

read about tate in the source link!

time moves agonizingly slow in the small waiting room, where tate lays in wait of the next step in her life. bodies shift around her small frame, people trying to escape the tension of waiting far too long at an interview. the hard of the plastic digs into skin as the crowd shifts in wait of results, an almost silent tension escape the tick of the clock and the murmurs of anxiety. a buzz, the intercom come to life, “all applicants may go home and hope to receive the results via mail.” followed by a sigh in the room, one of relief and exasperation. tate rose, pushing down on denim pants before picking up their bag. a brush of an arm, a tap on the shoulder. she rose her head towards the other, eyes set straight ahead, deadpan at best. “sorry, i was just leaving. did you need something?” her voice monotoned, a long day of wait wearing on her deeply. it was clear she did not have much patience, at her wits end with the day she had behind her. they shifted in their stance, and for a moment, seemed to almost strain to pick up their bag. “i just uh....” she paused a moment, trying to sort the words for her predicament. “i need to get home after this bullshit. so make it quick, maybe?”

#* ⠀ ── ⠀ tate ⠀ 、 ⠀ starter⠀ !#* ⠀ ── ⠀ ooc ⠀ 、 ⠀ starter⠀ !#she/they pronouns!#this can be any interview you want shes unemployed </3

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timebvmb · 4 years

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