#kinda open rp

[bluementalmedic]

(Amber sat on the maroon, seam exposed cushion in her roughly built shack, drawing away on the blank pages while listening to her playlist on the radio she found.)

"Oh, it's snowing. Zhe sun is shining, and my little setup holding up pretty well."

(She breathed in the crisp winter air, and the radio announced the next song that's going to play. Amber darted her eyes to the sky, spotting a bird in the sky.)

"I wonder vhat bird that is. Either an eagle or hawk; a crow could be possible as well."

(She stopped drawing for a moment, then started to fluff up anything that was soft enough to sit on, you can never be too comfy.)

"Hopefully I'll make friends today. But speaking first word to someone else can be a bit... Eugh-. Ooh, I think I'm getting better at drawing; playing an instrument or something is next on my learning list."

[midwinter-momento]

Ow- I gotta stop doing active shit in a binder.. there ain’t even a bathroom nearby I can’t take it off…

[teethcake]

could you draw your eyeless jack more ? I love him

Poor Jack is too hungry to anwser! Will you help him to see more of him?

[penelope-is-waiting]

Open Starter.

*You walk outside in the middle of the night to find Penelope sitting on the steps alone. She seems to be crying. As you approach, she wipes away the tears pretending she is fine but clearly is still very upset*

Oh, hello, sorry about that. What are you doing awake? *she tries to force a smile*

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Ooc:

Taglist: uhhhh this ima just tag people you don't have to respond or if you want to respond or if you want to respond from a different account i tried not to double tag people i know have multiple accounts (although i may have accidentally whoops sorry) and if I didn't tag you but you want to join please do I love when people do that :) @telemachus-is-lost @telemachus-of-ithaca @odysseus-of-ithaca-is-lost @unhinged-as-hell @heraaaaaaaa @clown-energy-skyrocketing @little-starshark-with-wings @odysseus-reigning-king-of-ithaca @daonedaonlyskh

[rodeoblitz]

"People get together to fool around and then leave, why am I the fucking bad guy for that? Just because I didn't feel anything for them? Sure, I left in a shitty way sometimes...but when you aren't into someone like that, isn't it best to fucking leave?"

[whosmuts]

open rp || gale (18+ only!)

A wizard had needs, right? They'd spent the day in danger. His life had come to the line multiple times. A few last minute potions, an arm around his waist to sweep him away... admittedly, he'd spent most of the day in a state of half arousal, past the fear and discomfort. Now they were settled, the fires banked low, bellies full of a rather delicious stew... He'd slipped away to his tent, pulled the fabric across, lowered his lanterns until the only light in the space was coming from the skies illuminating the sides of his tent. Slipping off his camp clothes, Gale bit his lip as he palmed his cock. It was already half hard, but it didn't take long for it to stand to attention. His bespoke weapon of choice, as such; thick, the currently deflated knot at the base, the faint ridges along it's length. It was funny - he'd spent so much time with it transmogrified for Mystra, he'd forgotten just how much he loved it. So now he began to stroke down the sensitive sides, barely muffling his groan as it rapidly got back to it's full size, already twitching eagerly against his ministrations.

[thepollyjustice]

If you went back in time to your first trial, would you do anything differently knowing what you do now?

“That’s.. a hard question. If I had my current experience, too?”

“I’d probably try and push for more facts. Perceive more. Weirdly enough, even now, I’ve always felt like..”

“..Like I don’t know everything about that case and the ones related to it. There’s just this feeling that there’s more I need to know about Mr. Gavin, too.

[rockgodklav]

Klavier is it true that you and Apollo were caught during recess banging on the prosecution bench?

“Ja, I was showing him how to properly hit the desk when objecting. (Though.. He continued to bang it with his fists after the recess.)”

[nrcsfavoriteshrimps]

“I GOT LOST IN THE DORM….ITS BEEN FIFTY EIGHT DAYS, THE ROBOTS ARE STARTING TO KNOW MY NAME…”

“Please stop, Alfred.”

“HOW DID YOU KNOW MY MIDDLE NAME?!?!!??!”

[seventh-district]

7am, eating cold leftover teriyaki stir-fry for breakfast and crying over blorbos

[loveshard]

muse: harlow santana (he/him), early 20s, panromantic pansexual, film student & worker at his family’s restaurant

verses: human & supernatural: warlock (chilling adventures of sabrina inspired)

“you shouldn’t enter a graveyard after midnight, especially alone.”

[touch-starved-lurker]

are you in my shoes 👟 🤔?

yOU CANT PROVE ANUTHING

*runs away cutely, leaving you curiously barefooted*

[askcookierun78]

(This is to Pitaya Dragon) Which Dragon do you find the most annoying? And why?

”Ananasss never ssshuts up, and Lychee takesss pleasssure in annoying me however they can. I can’t sssstand either of them.”

Reblogs and asks are greatly appreciated!!

[pinksopaque]

PINKSOPAQUE : a semi selective , incredibly low activity multimuse blog written by yours truly , featuring canon + original characters from various media . 21+ only ! promo template by the wonderful @jessource & psd by waatsoned on deviantart .

[clockwork-freminet]

(A follow-up to the most recent thread with @airiswims.)

"She kissed me."

Freminet spoke with a hushed voice, staring intently at the toy penguin he held in his lap. The walls weren't particularly thick, and he knew if he spoke too loud, his siblings would overhear. Still, he was used to keeping his voice low whenever he rambled to Pers about his day in his room.

"It was just a forehead kiss, so..." He paused, looking out the window as he thought. "...Maybe she just meant it in a... friendly way. Do friends do that?... M—maybe it's a difference in culture..."

His habit of talking to Pers was nonsensical, he knew. He was a toy. He couldn't hear him or respond, but Freminet had always found it comforting and somewhat cathartic. Pers was his friend; that's what he firmly believed. And even if it was silly, he liked to think he was listening.

"...What if it's not?" The boy mumbled, looking back down at Pers. "What if she meant it in... that way?" He couldn't tell if the thought made him happy or extremely anxious. Perhaps it was both. "I... I don't know what I should do. I—I can't ask her something embarrassing like that..."

Freminet went silent and curled up when he heard footsteps coming down the hall. It was likely just one of his siblings heading to the kitchen or living area, but he still eyed the door warily, not wanting to be walked in on when he could feel how his face hadn't gone back to its normal colour yet. If they saw him blushing like this, they'd know something was up. He couldn't even imagine the teasing he'd be subject to if they found out what had really transpired.

Eventually, the footsteps subsided, and Freminet sighed in relief. He sat in silence for a few moments longer, gazing down at Pers and fiddling idly with his little mechanical flipper. "...I've never felt like this before," he whispered, leaning his head against the wall. "It's nice, but... scary."

He sighed. "...I'll, um... try to talk to her about it." He said, taking a deep breath and hoping it would make some of the heat rush from his face. "Next time I see her... I'll... try to bring it up, somehow. Maybe... Maybe it's just a misunderstanding. Or maybe..."

"..."

He stared at Pers. Pers stared back. "...I—I'll... I'll ask."

[katesgotabow]

She didn't know why she loved this place so damn much. Maybe it was because she built it from the ground up. Maybe it was because she could hide in plain sight, in a way. Maybe it was just simply because it was fun. But she loved it, like it was a piece of her own heart. She loved her staff, she loved working with her friends, she loved dancing, and mixing drinks. She loved almost all of it.

Paperwork and being in her office wasn't always the best but she'd do it when she had to. Sometimes she moved out of her office and spread paperwork across the bar top so she could. Other times, she left it for Clint.

Today she was doing paperwork.

Coffee in hand, laptop on the bar, and papers spread all within arms reach, she was balancing books and making sure payroll was caught up, including actually paying herself. Humming along to the music she threw on in the background, she heard footsteps behind her.

"Hey, sorry we're closed until later."