#oc rp blog

[feiyunaskblog]

A werewolf boy is scavenging through the bins . The poor baby is thin ... Skinny he's a kid

"cmon there has to be food somewhere"

@silas-dogboy

Feiyun walked up to him quietly, careful not to scare him, "Hey, kiddo..." She said lowly, crouching next to him, "You have anywhere to go? Are your parents nearby?"

[annemarie-stark]

Hey beautiful! Pregnancy suits you. You're glowing. I was gonna grab takeout, can I bring you some?

@ivy-rose-walker

Thank you Ivy! Yeah I'd love to eat with you.

[broken-lovestreak]

My gorgeous wife allowed me to photograph her without consuming the camera! I am quite excited to reveal her gorgeous vessel to the Omninet. Everyone tell my wife that she is beautiful or I shall airdrop you into RA's inbox PROMPTLY.

(OOC: art by the absolutely incredible @tiredarts-sketchbook!!!!!)

[chemicallydisinclinedd]

What do you think of the five wise generals?

@senku-ishigami-official @eallyrayadbay @c4ptainofthe7seas @bring-me-noiseless-bread @resource-king

Did you really have to tag all of them? 😥

I mean, they're kind of terrifying In a "wow, how are you all still alive and functional?" kind of way.

But yeah. I respect all of them.

Senku's irritatingly smug. Literally the most annoying person I know. But terrifyingly smart. I guess if I rebuilt civilization, I'd be pulling crazy shit too. He’s got a soft spot for his friends, in his own way, he’ll show you he cares about you.

Gen's creepy in a fun way. Somehow always knows what everyone's thinking, but never uses it for anything too evil. He's also wildly loyal, and that's admirable.

Ryusui can be exhausting. But in the way a sun is exhausting. Like, yeah, it's blinding, but it keeps things alive. Don't tell him I said that.

Ukyo is the only one here who has a nervous system calibrated correctly. Respectfully. If I go missing, Ukyo's the one I want on the case.

Chrome's a chaotic little mud rock boy. Learned science out of spite and curiosity. I respect that. I mean, he managed to come up with various concepts that existed in the Modern World without any references! That’s insane. Please stop lighting things on fire.

[red-room-boy]

"Kit, Kit, Kit!" In through the window, right onto the bed.

@ghostblade-official

"Hey!" Kit closes his sketchbook and sits upright, grinning at Finn while his eyes look at a point past Finn's ear

[oscarrpiastrii]

definitely too hot in miami

tags @dumbass6989 @landonorriss4 @sanaamuse @baileejones @hannahcoleman @katalinafox @anacamofficial @thecoolermaybank @dyl22cool @kim1antonell1 @carlossmoothoperator @ccharliii

[twoforflinching-ktbedition]

Karrakins want me

-Han Jae-

[not-a-dead-kid]

GUESS WHOS BACK IN GOTHAM

[wills-prophecies]

@ultimate-e123omega @therobotisspeaking

Ooh!! Does that mean I get to be a meatbag friend too??

E-101 Beta: I cannot believe you have a meatbag friend.

E-102 Gamma *holding a happy crying Amy*: She chose me.

E-103 Delta: Are we all receiving meatbag companions now?

E-100 Zero: No, I think we can pick them for ourselves.

Gemerl *hugging a giggling Cream*: This one is spoken for.

E-117 Sigma: Tails. Would you like to be my 'meatbag' friend?

Tails: Hehe! Sure!

E-117 Sigma: Yay!

E-104 Epsilon: How come Omega gets two meatbags?! Share you selfish prick!

E-123 Omega *holding Shadow and Rouge protectively*: ABSOLUTELY NOT.

E-105 Zeta: Who is Metal Sonic's meatbag friend?

Sonic: Not me! I have a mental link with Mecha Sonic so...I think that makes me his meatbag friend? Sorta?

Mecha: Sorta.

Metal Sonic: I don't need meatbag friends. They disappoint me.

Cubot: The boss is our meatbag friend!

Orbot: That's a very light way of describing him.

Sage: I was not aware that organics could be claimed.

Belle: I'm an organic robot...does that mean I can claim others or be claimed myself?

Mecha Knuckles: Don't read into it too much.

[another-argo]

>>Open Starter<<

Ghosting

(c'mon, you didn't think I'd stay gone, did you?)

Argo's room had stayed empty for weeks after his death. Only a few people knew where his grave was; so some people took it upon themselves to put offerings in his room instead of on his grave.

It's been a few weeks- to a month or two. The wound still hurts.. but life progresses.

The strangest thing about that is.. any offerings that Argo would've VERY MUCH enjoyed.. disappeared. Any daggers? Gone. Sour candy? Gone aswell.

You think that it's just a coincidence. Maybe- maybe people are actually just bad at this whole offering thing! If Argo was still alive he wouldn't have accepted the gifts anyways.

Because of Argo's room becoming a public tribute, even some kids from camp have managed to slip in- maybe to pay respects, maybe to swear out the bastard one more time, maybe just to pretend they knew him better than they really did.

You thought the noise coming from Argo's room was another camper- or one of his adopted siblings- in there again.

But then there was a crash.

Then another crash.

And something deep- something dark inside you lights. Your immeadiate thought is Eris. Only Theo actually saw the dead body- maybe she didn't die.

You brace yourself for a fight before you open the door and see.. Argo.

Emotions flood you in a giant wave- looking at your dead friend- or enemy- or.. whatever Argo was to you. For a moment, you think it was all a bad dream.

But Argo.. doesn't notice you. He's enamored with this stuffed rabbit.. playing with it like a little kid. He's holding a piece of a wooden block in their other hand, unwilling to let it go.

Argo hums a small tune under their breath. Their hair has gotten longer- and the blonde has grown to be majority of his hair. His eyes are a watercolor of brown and blue now- and he just looks.. transparent?

Argo moves over to some more of the offerings. There are a million different bouquets- but he picks up one that Commodus left for him- tucking a flower into his feather crown.

They put everything down- except they put the wood block in their pocket.

They look at the many daggers that were left to them. Picking some up and inspecting them.

Argo still seems completely oblivious to your presence..

What do you do?

ANYONE CAN INTERACT !

(Seriously, anyone.)

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[bugzheadquarter]

[Looks respectfully]

[vengefulghostc]

10000%

“The moral of the story is never have feelings for anybody ever.”

— Unknown

[d3vils-in-th3-d3tails]

🎤🎶

-🍃

@le4ves-1n-the-w1nd

There's music coming from he and Leaf's room, Astaroth's phone set on the sidetable as he organized laundry for Leaf. He sways to the song, tail flicking behind it along to the beat.

"She's into superstitions: black cats and voodoo dolls. I feel a premonition, that girl's gonna make me fall~"

He isn't perfect, but Astaroth sings along to it, humming the instrumental bits. He didn't usually do things like this, but he thought he was alone, so it was fine.

[lancer-pigeon]

open letter to hacker pilots:

you're in my computer. I'm in your cockpit. we are not the same. knock knock motherfucker. it's me. get out. im going to pry you out of your gamer chair like tearing the pit from an olive. when I find whoever's copy-pasting the Torah into my chat feeds, I'm going to make the Hercynian Crisis look like John Creighton Harrison's Tropical Beach Vacation. it cost me 2 System Points for the double birds i'm gonna flip you when I core your reactor. hack my chassis-scale middle fingers, you sniveling bastard.

[annemarie-stark]

Non-alcoholic girl's night? Late night icecream in the park?

Or we could stay in and do facemasks and watch But I'm A Cheerleader.

You seem like you need cheering up, is what I'm getting at.

@ivy-rose-walker

A lot of shit is always going on. And the pregnancy is making me very tired all the time.

And fucking Con being hot all the time.

So... yeah, girls night for sure.