Why Aren't We Roleplaying?

Send me a symbol to say why we aren’t making sweet threads together!

● - You seem so busy …

○ - I ship our characters but I’m a little embarrassed about it

□ - I don’t have any thread ideas

■ - I have some ideas, but I’m scared you won’t like them

▲ - I’m not sure how our muses would meet

▼ - I don’t know if you like my muse

▶- I think you don’t like me …

◀- Let’s do an AU!

◆ - I’m really shy so please don’t hurt me …

♧ - I’m like? So lazy? And haven’t like? Replied in like? Forever?

◇ - Other/idk just wanted to say hi

sb: hey i ship our muses!

me:

Manhandling symbol starters

Send one for your muse to…

★ - drag my muse by the arm ⁂ - grab my muse by the front of their shirt, possibly shoving them back ✱ - take my muse by the hips to carefully move them out of their way ➜ - smack my muse upside the head ⌧ - grip my muse by the back of the neck © - put a hand on my muse’s back to steer them somewhere ✂ - point sternly at a chair and tell my muse to sit down ✉ - push my muse back down when they try to get out of bed (perhaps involving illness, injury, or sleep deprivation) ☛ - press a finger to my muse’s lips to shut them up ♚ - put a hand on my muse’s knee while sitting next to them, to discourage them from standing up ♧ - slap my muse’s hand away from something they shouldn’t touch ♦ - grab my muse’s hair and yank ♤ - slam a door shut before my muse can leave the room ♞ - physically pick my muse up and carry them ♭ - grip my muse’s jaw to make them look yours in the eye ♨ - rub my muse down with a sponge/wet cloth  ☀ - pin my muse with their arms behind their back ☠ - slam my muse into a wall ☾ - wrestle/pin my muse to the ground

Add as much or as little context as you’d like!

Not dead just had a long work week. Might die bc of this hurricane tho

But if anyone wants to plot with Tate HMU

“…What do you mean?” She asked,  her eyes widen slightly. “Is it drastic?”

“A little...” he pauses, “You’d have to kill me and bring me back.”

“I look like him?”

Summer Vacation || Tate & Theodore

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Tate was indeed flustered by the eye contact with the other male. He knew at that moment that this guy was what was off with the place. He noticed other people gazing over in an almost uncomfortable and weary fashion, but still the guy seemed nice enough. He kept looking at Tate and none else though and he started to wonder if the guy was trying to hit on him. Awkward. He’d never really considered that kind of thing before now but the stranger was surprisingly attractive, like model attractive.

“Yeah, dude. That sounds pretty sick!” One of his frat boys said with a big grin and all the other’s agreed with him before turning to look at Tate. He was the leader after all. 

“I guess we can spare some time since the guy is kind enough to get us some drinks. Sure.”

Sorry for disappearing off the face of the earth yet again

“Maybe just a little, but I like seeing you blush.” Tate admitted with a wide and cheeky grin.”