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[memepocalypse]

Quick Escape

"Don't say a word."

"I'm getting you out of here."

"We have to escape."

"I want to get away."

"We have to run!"

"Trust me."

"You have to stay low and quiet."

"There's a way out."

"Through here!"

"Duck and cover!"

"Do you trust me?"

"I'm going to help you."

"You're getting free."

"We're never coming back here again."

"Close your eyes, and jump!"

"We have to jump!"

"We can make it!"

"I believe in you."

"You're an idiot."

"We're here forever."

"You can't get out of here."

"You're a fool for hoping."

"Why do you keep saying t here's a way out?"

"I can't live like this any more."

"There is... a way out. But you might not like it."

"I have to dislocate my wrist."

"Okay, this is going to make a nasty noise."

"Don't - don't look at this."

"I've been here so long, I've forgotten what it's like to be... elsewhere."

"We never deserved this, you know."

[galahadsboy]

Muse: Rokk

Plot: Rokk doesn't understand how laundry works

Open to: Men, other heroes, friends, civilians, roomate

"I think this jacket may be the only thing that I have that's clean and I don't know where replace the clothes with clean ones" he said lying on his bed in only a grey hoodie unzipped to show off his nude body.

[a-basket-of-muses]

Byron stepped into the bookshop and paused to take a deep breath. He loved books. It was why he decided to become a teacher. But, that reminded him that he was here on a mission. He was looking for another book to have the kids work on.

Whistling quietly Byron walked over to one of the counters to see a young woman with hair the color of copper. Though in the sharp sunlight it had more of a reddish hue. "Excuse me Ma'am. Could you point me to the young adult section?"

@saphire-sweater

[sagavalkyrie]

*perched on the roof*

*has a raven on her arm*

[alexanderforhire]

*Lacy's phone rings*

[pride-and-wrathfulness]

*in Aaron's bed*

@aaron-trainer

[charmed-redemption]

UDW: Faction Wars

[console-pokeballs-rupees]

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credit: mikripkm on X

[denarius-quart-of-wheat]

*hears a knock*

*has been a few minutes since she's felt the horrible pain, was just relaxing before it began again*

*limps to the door, carefully opening it and afraid it's someone who will hurt her*

[hauntedgodofthedead]

*walking the grounds*

*decided to try and see if he can still do things on Earth since he's figuring his powers out*

[julesdrawz]

Empoleon

[memepocalypse]

Reluctant Allies

Requested by anon!

"Oh, I guess... if I must."

"I don't like you, you don't like me."

"We have no choice but to get along."

"I don't want to help you!"

"Don't make me do this. Ughhh..."

"You have never said a nice word to be in my life, and yet here I am. Helping."

"Just - shut up and take my hand."

"If I'm going to have to hang out with you, can you try to be less insufferable?"

"You are unbearable!"

"We're working together. Shut up."

"I don't like it either, no!"

"We're going to do this then never have to look at each other again."

"Why are we doing this again?"

"Just - pretend. Go along with it!"

"I'm going to smack you if you don't shut up and get on with it."

"What does complaining get us? Huh?"

"You have to help, you idiot!"

"I'm not doing this by myself."

"Yes, yes, you hate me, so on, so forth."

"We're going to go do this together."

"No! [Name]!"

"I never shouted for them I don't know what you're talking about."

"I don't care about them. No. Nu uh."

"We're doing this because we have to, not because I want to."

"For God's sake, you're unbearable."

[tattoobruised]

*steps into the church*

*looking for Wren*

[voiceinthemidstofthefourbeasts]

*a loud, terrified scream*

*it's quickly cut off and then a thud*

*white and gray feathers drift down the hall, mixes with ash*

@war-has-no-mistress

[archfallen-ramiel-adramelech]

*sitting on Hell's throne*

*there should have been a big shift in Hell when he did this*

[markhxffman]

[ Closed Starter for @looking-for-roleplay ]

Ever since Detective Mark Hoffman had made eye contact with FBI Agent Peter Strahm, he’d plagued his thoughts like a phantom. There was no room in his mind to be distracted by such simple things and yet he often found himself staring at his ceiling at night, thinking about the witty Agent who always seemed to be pissed off about something. Leading a double life had been so easy for the last couple of years once he’d found his rhythm. The whiskey and bourbon did a good job of drowning out the pain and regret. Maybe it was true that if you lied enough, you’d start to believe it.

Washing the blood off of his gloves for what seemed like the thousandth time, he felt his flip phone buzz. It was probably the office. Maybe a lead. It didn’t help that Strahm was like a goddamned bloodhound trying to sniff out the killer. Once he’d dried his hands off, he looked at his phone and noticed that it was Chief Matthews. He’d requested that Mark come in the next day on his day off to work on the case. Mark sighed and answered ‘Sounds good’, shoving it back into his pocket so he could get back to what he’d been doing.

When he finally walked into the office the next morning, dark circles were evident under his eyes. He hadn’t been sleeping, nor would he start now. Glancing up to see Peter Strahm with that hip cocked out as he leaned over something, he felt that nagging feeling that said ‘don’t let him get to you’.

“Morning,” he grumbled over his coffee, sliding past him to grab the files for the case. “You’re here bright and early.”

His tone indicated that it was a jab.