#SOP RP

[royalight]

Change   is   never   easy,   until   peace   returns,   is   it   not   our   responsibility   to   be   the   light   of   hope   for   the   people?

This is an Rp blog for PRINCESS SARAH from Stranger of Paradise: Final Fantasy Origin. Written by Fauna.

heavily hc based and extremely crossover friendly! please give this a like or preferably a reblog if you'd be interested in interacting!

[ask-aftermath-jevin]

" Jevin? "

[ The sheriffs voice called out, coming closer wiht the sound of his spurs rattling on his boots. ]

" Ah, ya ain't th'one 'm lookin' fer. But it's a pleasure anyways! Howdy! "

( @sprunki-songs )

He froze up the instant he heard the cowboys voice. Tunner... ohhhh Tunner. It wasn't his universe's Tunner, sure, but it was a Tunner. They were never romantically involved like some other universes, but they were close enough. He remembered how often the guy checked up on him due to his own self-isolating nature.

"H... hiii... Tunner..." Keep it together. He hadn't spoken to anyone resembling Tunner since the one in his universe died. He had no clue it'd be this difficult. Deep breaths.

".. who were you looking for? I assume the Jevin in your universe?"

[tewwor]

open starter — mutuals & nonmutuals — hey, ever want to meet a weird sea god? now's your chance!

Home stretches before them; vast and endless till the horizon’s edge. Oram’s gaze remains fixated on the lapping waves. Drop by drop, solace washes through him with each lull. The fine grains of sand sifts as his weight is shifted onto one side. Though he was moderately dressed from head to shins, shoes were apparently still an optional choice.

“How arid,” he rasps, words akin to a hull's scrape across the ragged seabed. “Ofall the times I revisit, I still cannot understand how land-dwellers stand being in such a dry climate.”

[mrthenarrator]

(suddenly, a bowl of soup is delivered to the narrator)

-warmest regards, soup.

Ooh, how delightful! I was beginning to grow rather peckish.

...Ah, I see! A bowl of soup from Soup!

And on a rather perfect day as well. It's freezing outside. And it is an utter crime that we don't seem to have any Hot Chocolate mix stocked in our pantry.

Thank you, Soup. Rest assured this soup will be savoured and enjoyed immensely! 😊

[theeviltapdancingwizard]

Twink twink homosexual twink

I AM NOT A TWINK. I’M SORRY BUT IS THIS “TWINK” TO YOU?!

[employee1618152017]

haha wet little boy little watery fishman hehe look at that wetness that slimy slippery scaliness

> [You splash water at the anon making fun of you]

> [4/15]

[awerzo]

planned to post these tomorrow but eh, im queueing these for today more of the skrunkliest mf, they are on my mind 24/7 atm

[localsandwichchef]

*is soaking wet*

. . . Giving Mabosstiff a bath is never easy-

[sovereignsecurity]

M!A Raphael is forced into a maid dress and it's susuperglued to his skin he can't fucking get it off

"Wha- " He tried to pull it off with his hands, only pulling on himself instead with a slight hiss. His wingfeathers rustled behind him, repeatedly trying to pull it off before he realized the thin, translucent look of glue.

He glared at it, figuring if he cant just pull it off, hot water might do the trick instead. He'd just shower until the water melted it off of him.

[laces-horrific-adventure]

Do you have a favorite movie or anything? Or games you like?

uh- i dont really- think ive ever seen a movie- and i dont really play games.. i have played scrabble though, i kinda like that..

[blackcurrant-scapegoat]

So who did your nails? Or did you do them yourself? :)

I, um.. I did them myself!!

[grimsley-official]

🔍

//Don't mind me it won't let me anon >=/

//OOC: Grimsley has SEVERAL catlike traits. I’ve talked about them a bit before but I wanna talk about them again.

His eyes are reflective, which is really only super noticeable in the dark (obviously).

He’ll knead at things sometimes, which cats will often do as a sign of affection or happiness. It can also be a way of marking territory but I won’t get into that-

I just feel like when this man is lounging around, he looks especially catlike. Just like limbs splayed out and shit.

He likes fish. A lot. He hears a can of Veluza being opened and his ears perk up like a dog (or ig a cat). One of his fave foods is sushi bc of this. If the feral cat thoughts took over he would probably just bite into an entire raw fish fillet.

When Grimsley’s feeling hostile or defensive I like to this his eyes become rather sharp like a cats. His hair also appears sharper and bristled like a feline raising it’s hackles.

I’ve touched on slow blinking before, but long story short, cats will slow blink at people when they’re comfortable/trust someone. He does this around people he’s close with (like Burgh.)

Uhh honorable mention to enjoying physical affections around places cats typically like (face, ears, etc).

[spooksspot]

y'all ever had anxiety from running the dryer?

cauSE I SURE HAAAVE

[sweetpuddingirl]

i'm fine now!!!!!!!

sorry to everyone 4 what happened..... i should learn to control my emotions better

i can't let other people control my life like this!!!!! not after everything i've done to stop being controlled ahahah :)

sorry again!!!!! it won't happen ever!!!!! i'll watch myself

i wanna be better!!!!! and chase my dreams maybe

[askholycouncillor]

Wait why is Shitwhiskers wet? did they fall into the water??

I do not understand? Shitwhisker has not gotten wet the entire time I've had him-- I have made sure no harm comes to my baby cat.

[justashadetalkative]

The bleeding did finally seem to have slowed to a stop now with the application of the tourniquet and Archer’s continued efforts, but Linast’s expression crumpled. He hummed and shook his head in desperate refusal, eyes still shut tight. Just the idea of being grabbed and carried made him shudder. He was barely holding it together as it was.

“I’ll—I’ll panic. Hurt you,” he whispered. “Ss-sorry.”

Clarity, Linast, Clemcy chided in his mind. Linast flinched, overwhelmed tears finally slipping down his cheeks. Be specific. People can’t plan effectively without accurate information. 

It was such a struggle just to figure out what his creator even meant, let alone to follow his advice. Linast swallowed. It felt like his racing heart had crawled up into his throat. “S’not… touch, ‘s just— I can’t…” He had to stop and catch his breath. “Don’t—grab me. I could… lean? Or… hhh. Dunno.”

His words were slurring and he seemed to grow disoriented. Archer worked more furiously but his eyes darted from the wound to Linast's face. "No. No hospital." He assured him. He was sure his new friend wouldn't ask how Archer would plan to care for him without medical aid as long as Archer didn't ask why he didn't want to go to the hospital.

"That's as good as I can get this here." He spoke quietly and glanced over his shoulder. It would be quite a ways to the house. He didn't look that heavy, Archer might be able to carry him across. Just like the old days.

"Is it alright if I move you? I'm going to have to touch you to lift you." He enunciated his words clearly, knowing that with this amount of blood loss his rate of understanding was going to quickly diminish. Archer had to work quickly.