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Midnight Writings

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Silver. 16. INFP. Nothing is permanent.
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You know a plot I’d love to do? A roommate plot. It could be one of those where we don’t plot out anything about our characters with one another beforehand. We both create our characters separately and then throw them together without discussion about fcs or anything—just super basic info, like age range and genders. The only base plot then being that one of the characters is looking for a roommate, due to needing help with the rent or something like that. The other muse comes in, checks out the apartment/house, and interviews for the room—and they are the one that the first muse picks. The second muse moves in, and we go from there. It could evolve into friendship, or romance, or they could end up completely hating each other’s guts but being stuck together for the time being. We could develop them as they awkwardly get used to living with one another. Idk, I just think a plot like this would be a blast.

#want
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Myers Briggs by Fashion Statements

INFJ: Flower crown- “Let’s make one together!” ESTP: Arm candy- “Jealous?” INTJ: Burgundy lipstick- “I was going to wear red lipstick, but it didn’t say ‘I could kill a man’ loud enough” ESFP: Prom dress, if they could- “Why not look your best, all the time?” INFP: Brightly colored hair- “What are you looking at? Do you like it? Let’s be friends!” ESTJ: Blazer- “Let’s get down to buisness” INTP: Headphones- “Don’t talk to me” ESFJ: A big, fabulous hat- “I know, right?” ISFJ: A sundress- “I just loved this darling flower pattern” ENTP: Fantastic hair- “This took me an hour and a lot of product. *wink* Want to feel it sweetheart?” ISTJ: Suit and tie- “Dress for the job you want” ENFP: Bow tie- “Because they’re cool” ISFP: Winged eyeliner “It’s punk rock” ENTJ: Red lipstick- “I’m in charge” ISTP: Sunglasses- “Leave me alone immediately” ENFJ: “The prettiest thing on anyone is a smile, honey”

#i am an infp with purple fucking hair oh jfc
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How to wear a knife strapped to your thigh with a garter like a fucking lady while managing not to slice yourself open because you were fool enough to carry an unsheathed weapon next to a squishy part of your body that moves when you walk.

  1. Get a garter from somewhere; this one is a sock garter from Sock Dreams, which means it’s made to stay the fuck up there.
  2. Get a fucking sheath for those sharp, pointy things and put them in the sheath. There’ll be a velcro loop at the top so that they won’t slide out if you hold the sheath upside down.
  3. Put the garter through the loop at the top meant for whatever you’re using to attach it to yourself. Attach it to yourself, adjusting for ease of grabbing. You don’t want to put it on your inner thigh because that is awkward as hell to get out. The only way you’d be able to get it out in a timely manner is if you attached the sheath upside down, at which point you’d need two garters to keep the sheath from tilting inward toward your other thigh.
  4. Oh no, now the sheath is hanging loosely and is going to make a weird pattern against your clothing. Tuck that shit into your stockings if you’re wearing them, or use another garter if you’re not.
  5. Pull your pencil skirt back down over the knife sheath. Adjust accordingly due to tightness of skirt and shape of sheath. Make sure you can get at it as quick as you want.
  6. People look at you really strangely if this is the knife you pull out when you want to cut your apple up.
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Mythology | Valkyrie 
Valkyries (from the Old Norse Valkyrja, in Norse mythology, daughters of the principal god Odin, are often called Odin’s maidens. At his bidding, they flew on their horses over the fields of every battle to choose the souls of the heroic dead. Belief in the existence of magic horsewomen from heaven was widespread in Germanic and Scandinavia cultures, though they were called by different names.
The Valkyries carried out the will of Odin in determining the victors in battle and of course the war.  As each Valkyrie performed differing tasks according to Odin’s instruction, it was their prime duty to ride into the battlefield and choose the fallen heroes of the field. To be chosen by a Valkyrie and carried off on her white steed to Valhalla was considered an honor to the dying Viking warrior, for Valkyries only chose the bravest of the slain, gathering souls found deserving of an afterlife. They traveled far-and-wide searching for the dead in battlefields, oceans and seas for mortal men worthy of the grand hall. However, if the Viking warriors are deemed unworthy by the Valkyries, the goddess Hel in a cheerless underground world received them after their death. [x]
#mythos#inspiration
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RP Meme I Made Up [8/??] Plots Ideas

↳ Keep Up, City Boy

       Green eyes, I’d run away with you               Green eyes, ‘cause I’m a fool                       I try staying awake                              I’m just not man enough                                    I’m just not man enough ( x )

                                                   ”What’s wrong with you city boy? Can’t fish?”

       ”Nope.”

                                                  “Aw, didn’t daddy teach you?”

       ”Never.”

       Part of her felt guilty. She felt bad for the tone in her voice. The way she asked her questions. Mockingly. There was a tiny piece of her that felt terrible for treating him the way she did even if she didn’t respect him for keeping his clothes clean and showering everyday. Another part felt bad for even asking at all. It wasn’t her business. She was hired to teach the group to fish not harass the lot of them. Yet here she stood. But what she regretted the most about the entire situation was that she didn’t stop to tell him that it was okay— that her daddy hated her too.

       His jaw tightened as she spoke. Spitting out short answers to keep from screaming at her. Getting angry like he always did. He held back his thoughts. He bit his tongue rather than telling her she was white water trash and that she needed to keep her opinions to herself. But when he thought about it, when he really really thought, she was right. And she needed to ask these questions because he needed to do the same. Of course they scampered across his mind now and then, but they didn’t stick. He should have been thanking her.

Disclaimer: This is just a plot suggestion and may be used by anyone. The FCs are just recommendations and everything else is just inspiration.
#inspiration#want