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valerie.
@valerieargent.bsky.social
Valerie Argent. Social Worker. RP Β© #MC || Original Character by #Maeve || Storybrooke || New York || Seattle || Pittsburgh - https://valerieargent.carrd.co/
@tangledblondie.bsky.social || idk even if this will go through but the app is not working - pls check twitter
|| I'm tempted to make Drake a bluesky account. I'd love to write as a werewolf again.
|| Lots of new character creation but no storylines? Are these just void accounts?
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@toxiclips.bsky.social Val knocked once on the open door before stepping in, gaze settling on Ivy across the room. βHey,β she said gently, pulling a chair out. βMind if I sit? I heard things got a little rough today.β
Valerie had never liked silence. Not the peaceful kindβthe kind that settled after laughter or good conversation. No, the kind that hung too heavy in the air, pressing against the walls like something waiting to be acknowledged. That kind always made her restless. She stood there for a moment, --
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You know those wolf cubs that are raised in captivity with too much human interaction and then struggle to return to the wild? Yeah. That's Valerie.
Κα΄Κα΄α΄Κα΄Κ Η«α΄α΄sα΄Ιͺα΄Ι΄s@roleplayquestions.bsky.social Β· 5mo agoIf your muse was an animal, what would they be and why?
@heartfeltmuse.bsky.social The waiting area outside the trauma bays smelled like antiseptic and burnt coffee. Valerie leaned back against the wall, arms folded tight across her chest as if she could hold herself together that way. Hospitals always felt like thisβtoo bright, too loud, too full of--
@foxyfiveoh.bsky.social Val had told herself she wasnβt coming here for Gwen. Not really. The excuse had been paperwork, a quick question about a case, something official enough that she could pretend it mattered. Still, her feet had carried her to the detectiveβs desk like they remembered the--
@tangledblondie.bsky.social The week after the fight, Valerie kept busy in the most useless way possible. She told herself she was packing the house. Boxes sat open on the floor, half-filled with things she couldnβt decide to keep or throw away. Dust rose every time she moved something. --
|| Red is definitely your colour
π’π―π² π±@toxiclips.bsky.social Β· 5mo agoπ± itβs munday my dudes.
Detective Gwen Bishop. She's on the case and possibly wants to talk to you about what you know. π¨ Reasonably descriptive writer. π¨ From the other place. π¨ Minors do not interact under any circumstances. π¨ Fandomless original character.
|| Online for a bit. Going to work on Valerie's background story to post here at some point.
"Technology. It has the power to shape things. We should use it for good, to make things better for all. We shouldn't let those companies decide for us." -A programmer with an independent mind -Philosophical and rebellious -Bookworm
Having not seen @tangledblondie.bsky.social in days, she decided to send the woman a message. Someone at the diner had given Val her number. "Hey... "
"Imagine being a vibrant bug expert with artistic talent and direction in life... and then realise you have to share a plane journey with a literal empty box." She pointed to herself.
Valerie approached cautiously. "That looks comfy..."
π₯alerie@universejumping.bsky.social Β· 5mo agoBuilding herself a blanket nest on the floor.
βI can always reassemble to fit perfectly for you. Or anybody that decides that I'm of use.β β #DWRP β Valerie Tyler; The Big Bad Wolf; The Doctor's Daughter. β Trigger Warning; Adult themes ahead! β Writer and muse are 21+, MDNI.
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"I can't go back to yesterday, because I was a different person then. But that's just the trouble with me. I give myself very good advice, but I very seldom follow it." Alice Whitley Just your average girl next door. Chasing the dreams I should've kept hidden. Finding my demons.
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Valerie couldnβt look away, though every part of her screamed she should. Judyβso impossibly alive, so achingly familiarβset something raw stirring in her chest. It was China, she knew it was China, but it wasnβt, and that made it worse. She felt it like a rope tugging her forward, then--