Independent RP blog for Stanley of Pawn Shop Chronicles
Holyshit. Pawn Shop Chronicles was a fucked up mess to begin with and now you have the wonderful chance to bring some of that chaos to your muse. Buckle the fuck up. This muse has more than just meth to offer and you’re probably not ready for any of it. He is, though. Somehow he’s always ready.
☠ — With PSC’s verse rare to actually find (but basic), crossovers and new verses are entirely encouraged and searched for. If a meth dealer can exist in the world at some point, he’ll fit.
☠ — The blog itself contains mature themes, some which may be triggering or considered Not Safe For Work. Smut is also present and uncut (due to losses of posts when a blog is changed/deleted) but only RP’d with those who are 18 and up.
☠ — Shipping is welcome and encouraged, and Stanley really isn’t picky. He can actually be rather loving when he wants to be. Friends and consumers are also entirely welcome!
☠ — There are some rules to consider before any interactions are sought out;
- God-modding won’t be tolerated whatsoever. It’s rude, period.
- Don’t lie about your age. This is a shitty thing to do and can get people into some serious shit. Don’t do it.
- OOC drama isn’t my problem. Bringing me into it won’t end well for you.
☠ — The Askbox is always open! Stanley will answer whatever questions you may have, anon or not. The Askbox is a wonderful place for interactions to begin and the mun doesn’t mind if a relationship is hinted towards before the first go around (we don’t have to do their first meeting).
☠ — Gifs, icons, and plain ol’ text are used here. Threads are much more preferred and the mun has a knack for writing a lot but doing it well. This may be a character with almost 0 background but the holes are filled in and development is non-stop.
☠ — Very hopeful for new playmates/relationships/trouble to cause. If you are interested, please feel free to come asking about potential plots or tag him in a starter!
"Well ye most certainly ain’t wrong ‘bout t’at."
"Wha’ do ye mean you people? Is t’is because m’Irish?!”
"Works been burning me at both ends. I’m surprised ya’ are trying to sleep."
"Figured I woul’ give it a shot but I can practically hear yer frustration from here. Ye need some help ‘r somethin’?"
I wanna do dirty stuff with u like farming
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Van is everything to Murphy. He is his little brother and wants nothing more than to protect him from all the shit of the world. Its a hard job considering Van likes to sneak along to hits that Murphy has in Boston.
gonna be over on him probably all week, just a heads up
Bothered is a good way to describe how the Irishman feels at this very moment. Once again the two had gotten in a spat which seemed to be common. However this one was different. This one was about leaving. Not just Shane, no. He asked Murphy to go with him. Just the two — ship off when no one was paying attention and just keep going. Something about it not being safe. That heading to Terminus was a shit plan. Hell, Murphy knew that. Murphy fucking agreed.
But that wasn’t what the fight was over.
Shane was asking the young MacManus to leave his twin behind. And — Murphy was thinking about doing just that. It shouldn’t be that way but there it was. Crawling in his skin with the desire to follow the ex-cop and leave the group behind, and that bothered the Irishman. Off Shane went as usual to leave Murphy to his thoughts, thoughts that had him gritting his teeth and hating himself. It takes only fifteen minutes alone for the Irishman to come to his decision before his feet are carrying him in the direction of Walsh’s tent.
To which he enters with no warning of course.
“Alrigh’, le’s do it. Le’s get t’e fuck out o’ here.”