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o-o when did myspace become a roleplay community?

like in 2004 tbh

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Counterfeit World (2011) by Kunon

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    With the turning of her head, she gazes at him over her shoulder. The hilt of her sword succumbs to her icy grasp; the ice that is embedded in her veins begins to flow rapidly, as it usually did, during the calm before a storm. Finger tips fan out, and tap gently against the hilt, as she nods to him. Lockes words are correct, indeed; whatever this monstrosity is -- it is big. Could it have been bigger than anything she has faced before? Perhaps. However, Locke seems more confident that he knows what this monstrosity is. Has he faced it before? Celes can only wonder. “I’m not so sure--” her free hand moves a lock of hair from her eyes, as she turns her gaze out of the window. There were many fearsome, undiscovered beasts, that had been mutated, and awoken by the distortion of their world. However, Celes has yet to find any that can simply reach into a home, such as this, and grab them out of it.

“--But I don’t think we should wait around to find out, either.” Sitting and waiting wouldn’t be a good idea, at all. However, his suggestion to split up, is not a bad one. A pincer attack, in theory, could work in their favor, depending on how big, and strong this beast actually is. It would be much easier to do so, if they had more allies on their side to flank the enemy. Alas, the odds are never in their favor. “I think..” she starts slowly, almost as if she is wondering herself what their best move would be.

Even during her time as a general, Celes would take battle strategy into great consideration; lives were at steak, and it was up to her whether the many would be saved, or if they would parish, under her command. This time, sacrifice is not an option, especially since means Lockes life, or her own. “I don’t think we should split up--” Could Locke handle facing the beast on his own?

No -- she does not view him helpless, however, despite how crafty he is, he is not like her. He isn’t a trained knight -- or -- weapon -- as she has come to be.

“There could be more than one.. and I.. do not want to take that chance.” The chance that his life could be forfeit. “Why don’t we both go south -- we may be able to form some sort of.. preemptive strike.” Perhaps that would be safer. There is safety in numbers; and with Locke by her side, Celes feels as if she can do almost anything. “Lets get going.” Never being one to waste time, she peers out of the crack of the door, first and foremost, to make sure the beast had not gotten a leg up on them, with curious, prying eyes, as it invades the village.

Luckily, there is no such thing, as far as she can see.

With lithe footsteps,she passes over the threshold, and moves to duck behind the stone gate on the houses perimeter. The rumbling of footsteps is better felt out here; it is as if the earth is reopening beneath her feet, this time. Out of the corner of her eye, she glances to Locke. The coolness of ice in her veins awaits her command; her most cherished weapon; the magicite she has been infused with.

“It’s coming closer. Are you ready?”

     The air here is stagnant and still; the climate humid, and damp-seeming. Was this the climate only for this particular season? One would hope so; how else could anyone bare to thrive under such unbearable accommodations? The ex-general lifts her arm to her forehead, to wipe away a bit of sweat that had accumulated upon her brow; she and Locke were actually quite lucky that they had fallen together, and yet remain in one piece. Despite her somewhat sluggish state, given the unbearable heat from this place, she was fine.

“No one?” She questions, yet is hardly surprised. Perhaps the people before them left due to the climate – but this raises another question: why establish an entire town here? Celes seriously doubted that the houses, roads, and shops had once been apart of another continent before Kefkas reign on the land. A brow arches, with Lockes next words. The lumber used to build these homes were, indeed, new. 

“–Hm,” she stands up from that kneeling position, to make eye contact with Locke. “We should set up camp for now,” there wasn’t much use in sitting and wondering about where the past inhabitants of this mysterious town had gotten off to. Not when Locke and herself still needed to find a way off of the island, to meet up with the rest of their party, who, hopefully, were still alive, as well. “We.. should look for some decent lumber and rope tomorrow, to construct a raft of some sort.” A raft; that was how her journey began anew, thanks to her late, non-biological grandfather.

Her lingering thoughts, however, are literally shaken when the ground trembles. Icy blue eyes instinctively gaze out of the window, to investigate what might be the cause, when a loud, screech is heard. The sound is unlike any Celes has ever heard before; it sounded like an animal, but unlike any sort she has ever laid eyes on.

Her hands grip the hilt of her sword out of instinct, as her attention is, once again, drawn back to Locke. For some reason, she is reminded of their first meeting, and how they escaped the town of Figaro together. It is never a dull moment, with the two of them, it seems. She would have to reflect on those fond memories another time, however, as the trembling of the ground only grows more violent. Could this be some sort of earthquake? Or the foot steps of a giant beast?

Either way, one could conclude that they weren’t alone, after all.

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Send me ‡ for my character's reaction to yours climbing into bed with mine.

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I sold my soul to bring you back to life after your untimely death and I only have a month left with you so  I’m trying to make it count.

You’re a ghost who’s trying to get to the afterlife so I’m helping you out but I fell in love and now I don’t want you to go but it’s too late.

You keep having strange dreams that turn out to be us in a past life and you’re determined to find me again but in this life I’m already dead.

I’m a firefighter and you live near the station I work at and we talk/flirt with each other a lot. One day me and my team get called to put out a fire and it’s your home ablaze. You don’t make it out.

We live in a futuristic era where you’re a scientist and I’m your assistant. An experiment goes horribly wrong resulting in my death. You try to put my brain in a robot and it works but it’s not the same.  

I’m your guardian angel who’s been breaking the rules and keeping you alive longer than you should be and as punishment I have to watch you die.

You’re a civilian and I’m a knight. We fall in love and are the cutesy couple ever. An enemy kingdom attacks our kingdom and in the heat of a battle you’re kidnapped (or killed) right in front of me while I’m unable to do anything about it.

I’m in a gang and you’re too precious for this world but you still hang out with me. One day my gang activity gets you hurt so I completely cut off all ties to keep you safe.

I’m a vampire that has a moment of weakness when you’re nearby and it doesn’t end well.

You’re secretly a spy and to keep me safe when things go downhill you have to break up with me and you do it as harshly as possible so I don’t try and follow you (optional: I do follow and your worst fear comes true).

You would always randomly pull me up to dance or just gently hold me while swaying but now I’m standing here alone (up to you why they are alone).

the angst prompts that no one ever wanted

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You loved him like a mouthful of whiskey. He numbed your lips as well as your heart.

and like bourbon, he burned the whole way down | p.d (via ohsebs)

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i am one hell of a woman and you should all be fucking terrified of me

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Shout at my muse to see how they respond:

"I shouldn’t be in love with you!"

"It’s not fair!"

"I could kill you right now!"

"Knock it off!"

"Screw you!"

"You’re a complete moron!"

"I love this song!"

"Bring that here!"

"I hate you!"

"I’m pissed off!"

"Make me!"

"I wish you’d never been born!"

"I bought ice cream!"

"Kiss my ass!"

"Shut up!"

"I can’t do it anymore!"

"Take me home!"

"Just kiss me already!

"I can't be in love with you!"

"I can't believe this!"

"Piss off!"

"I wish things were that simple!"

"I love you!"

"Jump off a bridge!"

"You’re so hot!"

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Cute But Deadly

Aries, Cancer, Gemini, Leo, Scorpio, Aquarius, Pisces

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Send one of these to my muse and they'll react to having it whispered in their ear. It's a mix of fluff, angst, and nsfw.

"I'm going to kill you."

"You're mine, and mine alone."

"No one's gonna harm you."

"Stay away from me."

"Watch your back."

"Kiss me or kill me, the choice is yours."

"I'm going to make you tremble."

"I love you."

"I hate you."

"By the time I'm done with you the whole block is going to know my name."

"What's that? Cat got your tongue?"

"If you don't leave right now I'm going to kick your ass."

"I want you, now."

"I need you."

"You can't touch me."

"Promise me you'll be gentle."

"You don't make the demands here."

"Stop me if you hate me so much."

"I'm going to tear you inside out."

"Say my name."

"Stay with me, please."

"Don't leave."

"You're the best thing I have."

"Please don't hate me."

"You're all I have left."

"Say that you love me, please I need to hear it."

"Just leave I don't need you."

"Hope is a lie."

"I want to have your babies."

"I want you to have my babies."

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“You actually thought I cared about you?” “I wonder how loudly I can make you scream in agony?” “You’re a monster!” “It would be a shame if I had to damage that pretty face of yours.” “You’re all mine now.” “How could you do this to me?!” “I trusted you!” “Is that supposed to scare me?” “Put the knife down.” “You’re scaring me…” “You look so sexy when you’re all bloodied and bruised like that.” “I wonder how many volts it would take to kill you?” “Why are you pointing that gun at me?” “Let me go!” “You’re so cute when you struggle like that.” “Your blood smells wonderful.” “Who did this to you?” “You’re in my way.” “I thought you were dead!” “Help me!” “Long live the king.” “What did they do to you?” “What have you done?” “Maybe i should carve a pretty picture in your flesh?” “Don’t worry, I won’t do anything fatal, I just need some information.” “I don’t care what you do to me, I’ll never tell you!” “Stop it, your hurting me!” “They’ll kill you!” “I hate you.” “The only reason I chained you up is to show you how much I love you!” “If you keep struggling like that I’ll have to punish you.”

dark starter sentences

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TRUTH SERUM - MY MUSE HAS TO ANSWER ANY AND ALL QUESTION REGARDLESS OF WHAT IT IS.

Please preface questions with “Truth”

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There is a poem in my veins knocking on the walls and trying to get out, my heavy heart is filled with doubt, that muscle will always remember the pain. ‘If there is no reason to write, then why even bother?’, but there is a reason so loud, I can’t smother the sound of the pulsing poem running through my body. This time I won’t hold my breath, this time I will make sure I won’t forget, that there are poems in my veins that there is a cure for all this pain and that I won’t hide anymore, even if fear will knock on my door, again, I won’t hide anymore, I won’t hide anymore.

August Poetry (via wnq-writers)

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     The air here is stagnant and still; the climate humid, and damp-seeming. Was this the climate only for this particular season? One would hope so; how else could anyone bare to thrive under such unbearable accommodations? The ex-general lifts her arm to her forehead, to wipe away a bit of sweat that had accumulated upon her brow; she and Locke were actually quite lucky that they had fallen together, and yet remain in one piece. Despite her somewhat sluggish state, given the unbearable heat from this place, she was fine.

“No one?” She questions, yet is hardly surprised. Perhaps the people before them left due to the climate -- but this raises another question: why establish an entire town here? Celes seriously doubted that the houses, roads, and shops had once been apart of another continent before Kefkas reign on the land. A brow arches, with Lockes next words. The lumber used to build these homes were, indeed, new. 

“--Hm,” she stands up from that kneeling position, to make eye contact with Locke. “We should set up camp for now,” there wasn’t much use in sitting and wondering about where the past inhabitants of this mysterious town had gotten off to. Not when Locke and herself still needed to find a way off of the island, to meet up with the rest of their party, who, hopefully, were still alive, as well. “We.. should look for some decent lumber and rope tomorrow, to construct a raft of some sort.” A raft; that was how her journey began anew, thanks to her late, non-biological grandfather.

Her lingering thoughts, however, are literally shaken when the ground trembles. Icy blue eyes instinctively gaze out of the window, to investigate what might be the cause, when a loud, screech is heard. The sound is unlike any Celes has ever heard before; it sounded like an animal, but unlike any sort she has ever laid eyes on.

Her hands grip the hilt of her sword out of instinct, as her attention is, once again, drawn back to Locke. For some reason, she is reminded of their first meeting, and how they escaped the town of Figaro together. It is never a dull moment, with the two of them, it seems. She would have to reflect on those fond memories another time, however, as the trembling of the ground only grows more violent. Could this be some sort of earthquake? Or the foot steps of a giant beast?

Either way, one could conclude that they weren’t alone, after all.

     Lips form a thin line, as icy blues narrow in disapproval. There is naught but silence, as she pays close attention to the way he moves; he is casual, and unlike herself, seems to be in high spirits. Just what could he be so proud of, she dares to wonder. A hand finds its way to her chin, as he contents of the bag is lain out before her. Fruit, meat, and potions are of dyer importance, as they will need to eat, and recover quickly if they find themselves in a pinch – which was highly likely, given how dangerous the wilds have become. With his lifting of the old chair, however, she takes mental note of the delight he finds in having smashed it into smaller pieces.

Traveling with Locke is much more simple, than traveling with a less experienced journeyman. He does not need to be reminded not to snuff out the flame by putting too much firewood upon it, nor does he need to be told how to scavenge. With a short sigh, she kneels down by the camp fire, to relax.

“It seems we’re the only people here,” this place is abandoned; there is no sign of any recent, or current inhabitants, despite there being what appears to be an entrance to a mine on the far side of town. Strangely enough, Celes never knew this town existed, nor has she ever heard of another town, apart from Narshe, that had a mine within the town limits. Have they really been ship-wrecked so far away from their homeland?

Her hand plants itself on the ground beside her for stability, as she shifts from kneeling to actually sitting on the ground. The silence surrounding them is only interrupted by the ambiance of chirping insects, and the occasional bat, which hunts said insects.