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Writing Meme
Tell an RPer what you enjoy about their writing!
❣ You always use varied and interesting vocabulary.
▶️ Your verbs are strong and spot on.
✔️ Your dialogue is realistic.
🔷 Your dialogue fits your character perfectly--it's like I can hear them speaking when I read your dialogue.
🔺 You always use great adjectives.
⚫️ You are very good at setting the scene in your roleplays.
📣 You are great at describing what things look like and it never gets boring. Your descriptions are colorful and unique.
♦️ Your long replies never get repetitive or boring.
🔘 Your short replies always pack a punch.
"Shisui dear" Waves over. "Come here won't you?"
“Aye?” He looks up. He’d just come in from his usual night shift work, and had been in the process of setting his sandals aside by the corner. He’s still in his uniform, but pads over to his mother barefooted. “Anything you need, right?”
This time she full on laughed, maybe he got it confused somewhere in there not surprising considering what the late shift could do to the body and mind. “No you’re not, I was simply referring to you saying you feel like a zombie and I’m happy that you at least don’t look one too.” Preparing the foodand throwing a few spices into the pan to give it the flavor it deserved, she once more turned to Shisui. “Plain today, or would you like something added to it?”
“Plain, please,” says Shisui, hopping off the counter and taking a moment to go upstairs to change into house clothes. He discards his vest, his fingerless gloves, his boots -- changes instead into a pair of white pants and a dark gray high collar shirt. He keeps himself barefoot. He returns to the kitchen, sits on the counter again. “Where’s dad?” He asks Amari now.
“I’ll always be here for you.”
“I knew that, I knew!” He has an arm around Itachi’s shoulders, and musses up his hair with his free hand. “I’m with ya too, right?”
“Maybe that’s why I hang around you still.” He says and shrugs.” Things that I understand get boring quickly.” He explains and sighs.” Please don’t spend all of your money on one meal.” He knew that he was sounding like a mother, but he needed to remind Shisui.
“It’s my money,” he says easily, sticking his tongue out briefly. “Ya don’t get to tell me how I spend it, right, not even Yuka-chan does that.” He wags his finger at his cousin. “And anyway-- if there’s anything anybody sane would be good to spend on, it’s food.”
Itachi picks up the towel one more time and wipes some of the blood off of Shisui’s cheek. He knew that this was not going to be the last time that something like this would happen. Maybe he should start bringing a towel to training sessions. “Without someone here? You could have done some serious damage.” He scolds.
“Experimentation doesn’t necessarily equate to damage,” he says, sighing, gently refusing the help by turning his face away. “Ain’t a kid, right, so stop.” He knows his cousin means well, but sometimes, this coddling was ticking him off. And he didn’t like being ticked off; any form of annoyance and anger exhausts him deeply.
Instead, Shisui digs for his med pouch, gets his eyedrops. He tips his head back and gets two drops of the medicine into each of his eyes, three minutes after the other. He keeps his head tipped back.
“Hf. That’s better.”
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possibilities
He can just eat the salad, he thinks. He’s never been that big of an eater, more so less with the residual stress of his clan pushing on him.
“I’ll just have the salad.” He’ll be alright. “With some tea.”
“Try this one,” he suggests. “A combination set, not too filling, maybe?” But then he puts forward an order of the salad for Itachi, with barley tea. And that menchi set for him. He thanks the server, and then turns to his cousin. He keeps his smile.
“Still grumpy about me wasting your time, right? ‘S not a waste of time, ya know. Unless you don’t enjoy my company, well...”
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Reblog if I'm allowed to send you in character asks even if we have never talked before.
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→ ＮＯ ＴＲＯＰＨＹ, no flowers, no flashbulbs, no wine. he’s haunted by something he cannot define. bowel-shaking earthquakes of doubt and remorse assail him, impale him with monster-truck force. in his mind, he’s still driving, still making the grade. she’s hoping in time that her memories will fade. ‘cause he’s racing and pacing and plotting the course, he’s fighting and biting and riding on his horse. the sun has gone down and the moon has come up, and long ago somebody left with the cup. but he’s striving and driving and hugging the turns and thinking of someone for whom he still burns… {HE’S GOING THE DISTANCE}
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"Some parts of me wished that I jumped with you that night."
Send me something your muse has always wanted to tell mine
“I’m glad you didn’t. You had so many things left to do, right, but then-- I can only hope you didn’t do badly with what mattered the most.”
Well that’s it for preliminary set up.
I declare my lame Indie. Sasori blog ready for roleplaying.
If you’re a Naruto RP blog and down to interact just like this post and I’ll follow you.
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Found some random shiita sketches in my phone…just a part of them…
{{ I’ve got my replies drafted, but I’ve written an emotionally exhausting stuff in another blog, so maybe I’ll meme for now. ^.^
Send me something your muse has always wanted to tell mine
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You never know how strong you are, until being strong is your only choice.
Bob Marley (via moon-quotes)
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Source: chidorgy
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– PERMANENT STARTER CALL LIKE, do NOT REBLOG:
>> If you want me to tag you in starters of varying length; >> If you want me to invade your askbox anytime >> If you want me to mention you in random headcanons
AGAIN: LIKE ONLY. DO NOT REBLOG.
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Sometimes being a friend means mastering the art of timing. There is a time for silence. A time to let go and allow people to hurl themselves into their own destiny. And a time to prepare to pick up the pieces when it’s all over.
Gloria Naylor
Source: quotemadness.com