Starter for @necklace-of-teeth

necklace-of-teeth:

“It is a little bit of a funny thing, aint it.” He chuckled. “Don’t see that too often in nature. I s’pose just like how you don’t see vehicles inside of another vehicle too often.”

“You don’t have to act like I’m gonna jump out and eat ya.” He chuckled. “I’m not some tightly wound old codger that’s gonna bite ya for no good reason.” He went around and opened the driver side door, climbing into the seat and putting the key in the ignition. Waving her on inside as he closed the driver side door. 

“Nah, not a lot. I think it’s Lamoras or gamoras or something that’s the little fish that ride sharks for protection.”

“And uh, I will try not to. Do that. I uh, just, habit. Caution. I’ve been lightly stabbed for sitting in a guy’s preferred seat so,” she shrugs

At his wave she pulled open the door and climbed up into the seat, only to realize she opened the door too far and could no longer reach it.

“Every time,” She grumbled and held on to the door frame as she stood on the edge of the cab’s floor, hanging ten, to reach out to the door handle. She pulled and threw herself back into her seat, nearly catching her feet as the door slammed. She winced.

“Sorry.”

How about this one instead, Number 13: Does your muse believe any superstitions?

Oh yeah 4000%. You could say this stems from the zany supernatural stuff she encountered during her childhood, but most of it is actually anxiety based. Messenger’s anxiety disorder, though she’s been working through things through her adult life, still causes her to follow certain compulsory rituals to feel some degree of control over stuff where she really can’t. Tossing salt over her shoulder, avoiding cracks in the sidewalk, picking worms off said sidewalk partially out of compassion and partly out of fear that if she doesn’t one of her loved ones will die, hiding her thumbs when passing graveyards, etc etc- these are all little protective rules she consciously and subconsciously has set for herself that become compulsions. She also has some lucky charms as well, some real some not.

On the other hand she’s totally chill on Friday the 13th for reasons very few people believe.

misspauling:

misspauling:

                                              It’s giveaway time!

I rarely expect to get more than a handful of followers on my blogs so when i actually broke 100 I was shocked- especially since I don’t really ever do anything here lmao. Anyway, in appreciation, I wanted to hold a little giveaway as a way to say ‘thanks for putting up with me’

Winner will receive one sketch [X] [X] [X} of a character of their choice, and a sprite [X] as generously donated by @jocuments, who does a lot of my miss p art. If I can break 200 by the time the giveaway is over, I’ll add another prize: a full color piece [X] + a sprite.

Rules:

  • Please be following this blog; this is a giveaway for my followers, so obviously you can’t win if you’re not following. There’s nothing stopping you from following and then unfollowing after the giveaway, but it is kinda a dick move.
  • One like/One reblog per person. 
  • Please have a reference of your character in the event that you win. 
  • Giveaway is going to run through July 31 CST. I’ll randomly pick the winner(s) shortly after and you’ll have 24 hours to get back to me. 
  • that’s it, i think.
  • good luck!

Hey! So i’m switching the rules around a little since the month is almost up. Followers can reblog up to three times, which will give you a total of four entries. I’ll still be picking the winner at the end of the month!

Source: misspauling

Solitude: Name 3 things your muse couldn’t live without.

oldboyjensrps:

Hmmm… Tricky. Some of these are a little more literal than others.

 Music I think would be one for sure, drives would get lonely if she didn’t have songs to sing, and she has a pretty solid record collection. It’s helped her through a hell of a lot.

Her set of penpal friends if that counts as one thing. This is a constant in all her Tf2niverses- meeting them pretty literally both saved and changed her life. The Witch and the Courier in particular are two of the only people Messenger Prime would kill for.

Hr eyesight. It’s pretty safe to say that if she lost her eyesight and ability to work she would probably be killed by Administrator to begin with, but mmm even that aside she would probably fall into a really deep despair, aggravating issues she’s already dealing with.

Fear-Themed Headcanon Questions

horrificmemes:

Send one (or a few) to my muse and they’ll answer: 

Spiders: Does your muse squish bugs or put them outside?
The Dark: Did your muse sleep with a nightlight as a child?
Snakes: Would your muse ever keep an unusual/exotic pet?
Blood: What’s the worst injury your muse has ever had?
Clowns: Does your muse prefer comedy? Or horror?
Mirrors: What is your muse’s least favorite thing about their appearance?
Tight Space: Does your muse ever feel that they’re not living up to their own potential?
Closet Monsters: Does your muse hide any aspects of their personality/life from others?
Crowds: What does your muse think of big cities?
Death: Name one thing your muse has lost that they wish they could get back.
Ghosts: Has your muse ever seen something they couldn’t explain?
Needles: Does your muse have a strong stomach?
Curses: Does your muse believe in good/bad luck? How about karma?
Heights: Is your muse a risk-taker?
Solitude: Name 3 things your muse couldn’t live without.
Fire: Would your muse rather be very cold, or very hot?
Failure: Has your muse ever given up on an important dream?
Abandonment: How would your muse win back someone who left them?
The Unknown: Is your muse a philosophical person?
Boogeyman: What position does your muse sleep in?
Falling: What does your muse think about falling in love or commitment? 
Change: What was a turning point in your muse’s life?
Disease: What does your muse do on a sick day?
Number 13: Does your muse believe any superstitions? 
Noise: Name one sound your muse finds absolutely unbearable.
Insects: Name something your muse finds gross or annoying. 
Dolls: Has your muse ever collected something?
Getting Old: Would your muse rather live 50 years loved, or 200 years alone?
Social Phobia: Does your muse consider themselves an outgoing person?

On the Write Track (closed for oldboyjensrps)

politescoutrussell:

@oldboyjensrps @oldboyjensenhinglemeier

This café was a nice place. He had come across it before while driving, but hadn’t gone inside. He had chosen to rectify that today. 

He had parked his motorbike and gone inside. He ordered a coffee. It was one of the better-quality coffees he had had. It was then that he decided that he could get on with writing a letter. 

He took a notebook and a pen out of his messenger bag, and wrote Freyde’s address at the top. He then started to add whatever he felt needed saying. 

It took a few tries to open the cafe door since she kept pulling when it clearly said push. This would be why Messenger badly needed a coffee and some solid food. 

Once inside, she stumbled to the counter, placed her order slumped into a chair to take off her riding goggles and finally catch her breath. It was colder up in this neck of the woods, especially riding in the open air, so she rubbed her hands together, glancing around absentmindedly. Her eyes landed on Russell and she lit up a bit before her social anxiety kicked in and she tried to pretend she didn’t exist. He might feel obligated to talk to her, and that would be disrupting his writing and just a dick move-

“Order for Megan?”

That was her today. Messenger stood up quickly, not realizing her leg was between the long strap of her messenger back and the back of the chair. The moment she tried to move forward, her leg caught against the strap, pulling the chair with it, startling Messenger and sending her stumbling, arms flailing to regain balance. She made the mistake of instinctively grabbing on to the the closest solid thing, which happened to be the arm of a man on his way out with a tray of coffees- of course pulling him off-balance and stumbling. Hot bean juice, caring nothing for lids, sloshed up and over both of them. The man yelled and yanked his arm violently from Messenger’s grasp, sending her crashing to the floor to be spattered with the last few splashes of coffee. This all happened in about 5 seconds.