Posts by Nootflower

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Hi! I'd love to roleplay with you! Are you interested in doing plot one or three from your list? :)

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Oh alright then. How does plot 1 sound? Do you have a preference for muse a or b?

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Sure! I don't mind playing muse a. However I've never RPed a werewolf before, I don't want to disappoint you if my posts aren't as good as they should be, so I can totally leave that decision up to you! If you are tired of playing muse a you can choose a different plot though! I know that feel when you've RPed a certain thing too many times.

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Oh okay then! That's good that you like to RP them, then. ;) So would you like anything else specific for the plot or is that it? Also, should the RP start with them already living together? Maybe they could be college students or something.

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Alright then, that sounds fine with me! I prefer BxB, but if you've done too much of that I can also do BxG just fine. :)

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Saaaame omg I feel u bro

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I'll make the thread since you're busy. I did my homework earlier so I'm pretty free right now. Any specifics on how you'd like me to start it, or any on my character? If you have a preference for their interests or personality I can incorporate that into the post.

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Okay sure then! I'll take your description and include the description that was part of the plot and I'll let you know when I make the thread. Good luck with your homework. :)

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Here's what he looks like, I took so long because I was trying to find a faceclaim. ^^"
http://24.media.tumblr.com/tum…3w4ue1CQ1rg9mawo1_500.jpg

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Pedro winced and sighed, looking up from his desk as he heard music from somewhere that clearly wasn't his room. His roommate must be listening to it without headphones again, but the young man couldn't complain; he'd learned from personal experience that despite his physical appearance, he was a rather awkward fellow. He didn't talk much, preferring to observe those around him and discover their weaknesses rather than open his mouth and reveal his own. Outside of the other male that he shared the apartment with it wasn't like he had acquaint–friends either. Yes, the person he lived with was his friend, not acquaintance. Pedro had to stop using that word if he was ever going to form a bond with somebody.
The young man stood up and stretched, sighing with relief as he heard his back pop. He'd been doing his college work all afternoon. Sure he was on break, but he knew that if he didn't get a head start with it all August would roll around and he'd be drowning in paperwork. Then again it wasn't like he was actually going to accomplish anything in his life anyway, so there was the notion that it truly was all for nothing, but he had to remind himself that he wasn't allowed to think like that. Sometimes his roommate was too cheerful for their own good.
Pedro slid a grey hoodie over his body and adjusted his sweatpants. He was one to hide his skin rather than show it, creating not only mental walls but physical ones the best he could. He stumbled out of his room and ran a hand through his hair. Huh, he should probably tie it back into a ponytail but he was already halfway to the kitchen, so it was kind of a useless thought now.
Looking around for a brief moment let Pedro know that his roommate was still in their room, so maybe he'd be able to cook in peace without the 'bundle of joy' bouncing around everywhere. He was too... optimistic. Didn't he realize that simply by living in an apartment together meant that the both of them were already in a bad financial state? Didn't he wonder if he was suddenly going to lose his job or not have enough money to buy cooking materials? It didn't seem like it from how outgoing he was.
The male settled himself in front of the counter and opened up a cabinet. He might as well make dinner and retreat to his room if nothing good was on television.

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Tracking

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LOL I CAME OUT TO HAVE A GOOD TIME BUT I HONESTLY FEEL SO ATTACKED RIGHT NOW XD
Seriously though it's okay, no worries! I'm good with long posts, but your post included a lot of things that contradicted my post so I tried to match everything up, that's why this reply took so long. My muse isn't here right now for some reason. Also may I ask how you got your post to look like that? I've been trying to make a decent fancypost and one like yours looks nice.
I'm assuming you're okay with cursing so Perdo's gonna have a dirty mouth right now lol

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Pedro sat upright as he heard a door slam in the apartment. Was it a robber? Burglar, or just Atticus being unable to sleep again? He slipped out of bed and landed quietly on the floor. He slid on his gray hoodie again and stepped out of his room, choosing to sleep with the door open most of the time in case anything strange happened. He crept down the hallway, his eyes having already adjusted to the darkness and picking out the small lights from smoke detectors here and there.
The young man ignored the stack of college work in the kitchen and the cutlery that still needed to be put away and turned back around. Okay, so nobody there. He was about to check Atticus' room when he noticed a sliver of light underneath the bathroom door. The hell? Normally he'd be okay with taking a midnight piss, but it was almost four in the morning, and he doubted the other male would actually slam the door. He leaned against the wall and rapped his knuckles gently against the wood.
"Hey, you alright man?" Pedro asked, his voice soft and deep. He didn't want to startle the other in case he was actually taking a piss. It seemed suspicious to him though due to how strange he went into the bathroom. Could it be possible that he was sick? No, he shouldn't have made it to the bathroom if he had to puke. Besides, Pedro's food was good in his opinion; he liked to cook, so his food shouldn't poison anybody. Then again Atticus was the only one to eat his food... maybe he got sick of it? Pedro made a mental note to find more food recipes.

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Hi there! How does a BxB roleplay sound? Any specific plots in mind for a pairing like that? I can probably just grab one from tumblr or something though if you need me to. :)

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Omg no you don't XD one time one of my mutuals on Tumblr got so drunk, they drew the noot-noot penguin with a flower on its head for 'Nootflower'.
Haha it kind of reminds me of Welcome To Hell. Sure, that sounds like a great prompt! Do you have any preference for which character you'd like to play?

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Oh it's a short film on YouTube, but it has an incredible fanbase. Here's a link!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5LQe5nR2CgM
Is it okay with you if I RP as Muse A?

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I don't mind making the thread so that tomorrow you don't have to worry about it. Do you have a preference for their ages and things like cursing?

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Hi! Would you be interested in doing that Style plot you have there? I need to work on goody-goody characters, I have too few of them. :) I've done too many bad-boys. I prefer BxB but if you find another pairing or plot more appealing that's cool too!

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Alright then! I'll make the thread soon!

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Here's his faceclaim!
https://s-media-cache-ak0.pini…b030108add9196c14a57f.jpg

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The last thing Antonio Pasquadi knew about demons was how to summon them. What was his typical image of a demon? Probably some humanoid life form with red horns, fangs, maybe a devil's tail, and possibly some weird raspy voice. He wasn't superstitious, and he sure as hell wasn't religious. However now he found himself staring at his reflection in the mirror, his hazel gaze locked on itself while he tried to think of a solution to his problem.
Curiosity was and always had been his curse. The seventeen year old's fingers trailed over the glass, over the notes in dry erase marker. He'd been rebelling as per usual and decided to write dumb shapes on the thing, just little triangles and circles here and there. Now he was picking up a marker again and starting to connect them. Just that triangle with that circle... connect it to the square over there in that corner... and if he could make this go over–
The young man screamed and was shot back by an unseen force, landing hard on the carpet of his bedroom. Rug burn was causing his skin to sting but he hardly noticed, his gaze instead fixed upon the sight above him. The shapes on his mirror were glowing, a pulsing light coming from the lines on the glass. Something was coming, but he had no clue what it was.