#past tense rp

[neo--knight]

ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛɪᴍᴇ, ɴᴇᴏ ʙᴀᴛᴍᴀɴ

– sᴇᴍɪ-sᴇʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ – ᴏᴄ, ᴄʀᴏssᴏᴠᴇʀ, ᴍᴜʟᴛɪᴠᴇʀsᴇ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅʟʏ – ᴘᴀsᴛ-ᴛᴇɴsᴇ ᴘᴀʀᴀɢʀᴀᴘʜ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ – ᴀᴜ ᴄᴀɴᴏɴ-ᴅɪᴠᴇʀɢᴇɴᴛ (ʙᴀᴛᴍᴀɴ ʙᴇʏᴏɴᴅ) – ᴀᴅᴜʟᴛ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇs, ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ, ᴅᴀʀᴋ sᴜʙᴊᴇᴄᴛ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ

18+ ROLEPLAY ACCOUNT, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

ғᴏʟʟᴏᴡs ғʀᴏᴍ: @zigg--muses

🔻 ʀᴜʟᴇs 🔻 ᴛᴀɢs 🔻 ɪɴғᴏ 🔻 ᴍᴇᴍᴇ 🔻 ɢᴀʟʟᴇʀʏ 🔻

[shadowmaat]

Finders Keepers

Corrie Week, Day 6: Force-Sensitive Clone

-

"We get a lot of requests like this, unfortunately," Trooper Hound explained. "CorSec isn't big on helping the common folks unless there's something in it for them."

Seek nodded agreement, only half-listening. There was a young Nautolan girl missing, likely kidnapped by her estranged father. Hound had been approached by the distraught mother while showing Seek the basics of patrol-work.

Grizzer had her snout to the ground, sniffing the girl's trail, but Seek already knew they were on the right track. He'd always had a good sense for finding lost items. And people. And the occasional secret, like Commander Thire's hidden chocolate stash.

One alley they approached smelled strongly of lemons, as if someone had gotten the urge to try and scrub it clean, except there was no evidence of it. Seek took the turn and was halfway down it before Hound called out to him.

He looked back to see Hound consoling Grizzer, who was pawing at her nose and keening.

"Fucking scent bombs," Hound complained. "Bastard was prepared. I'll see if Grizzer can pick up the trail again, but it isn't looking good."

He sounded mournful. Seek knew they wouldn't give up the chase so easily, but without Grizzer's nose to lead them...

He hesitated. His finding ability was usually seen as either a cool party trick or a sign of dangerous mutation. He'd only been with the Guard for a week and had only met Hound at the start of shift, but he had a good feeling about all of them. More importantly, a little girl was missing and he could feel a clock counting down in his head.

"I think they went this way, sir," Seek said. "I'm really good at this sort of thing. It's how I wound up here."

The less said about that, the better.

"You think so?" Hound didn't sound skeptical so much as hopeful? Maybe?

Seek nodded. "I can't be sure," he lied, "but I think this is the way we need to go. She... she might be in trouble."

"Right. C'mon, Grizz." Hound scooped up the still whining massif and carried her into the alley past the worst of the lemon stench before putting her down again. "Lead the way, Seek."

Seek did, trusting his instincts to guide them. Through the alley, down another road, and then a shortcut through a building full of tents and wary-eyed locals.

As they were exiting through a hole in the side of the building a figure landed in front of them in a swish of blue robes.

Hound swore, blaster out and leveled while Grizzer growled a warning. Seek's hand drifted towards his blaster, but he wasn't sure it was needed.

The figure straightened, revealing a dark-skinned humanoid in a mix of blue and cream embroidered robes. Where their eyes should have been there was just skin, and an elaborately painted pair of eyes that seemed hawklike, given the feather patterns around the edges.

"Hands out and step back!" Hound ordered.

"Sorry," the figure said, complying. "I could have planned that a little better. I thought you might be someone else. Anyway! I'm Knight Naremi Twiss! I'm here to help!"

The raised arms revealed a tooled leather belt. And a lightsaber.

"Fuck! I mean, sorry, sir," Hound said, reholstering his blaster. "You surprised me."

"I do seem to have that effect on people, for some reason," Knight Twiss mused. "Anyway, no worries! Although I'm more of a she/her if that matters."

"Yes, ma'am." Hound introduced himself, Seek, and Grizzer, who was already happily accepting scritches from the Knight.

"Well met!" Twiss stood again. "I take it you're hunting the Blood Drinkers, too?"

Horror washed through Seek. "The... what?"

"Blood Drinkers?!" Hound's voice went up an octave.

"Well, that's what I call them." Twiss waved a dismissive hand. "Maybe you call them something else? They go around grabbing people and draining their blood to sell on the black market. Sometimes a little bit, sometimes all of it."

Seek shuddered.

"I think I might have heard some chatter about that back at the base," Hound said slowly. "But I didn't think it was that widespread. Or this high up the levels."

"We think they're increasing their operations." Twiss motioned for them to follow her. "And they have been sticking to the lower levels. That's why I'm not sure if this is them or something else."

"We're just trying to locate a kidnapped girl," Hound said. "But this sounds... bad. Should I call it in?"

Seek was relieved to see the Jedi was taking the same route he would have, although how she could see without eyes was beyond him. The Force, maybe. He also had the uneasy feeling that their case and the Jedi's might be linked. Somehow.

"There!"

He and Twiss stopped at the same time, pointing at an abandoned diner with blacked out windows.

"Jinx!" Twiss nudged her shoulder against Seek's. "C'mon, let's check it out!"

"I think we should wait," Hound said. "I called for backup. If this is more than just one missing kid or a couple of criminals trying to start a new medical scam, then it's going to take more than four of us to do this."

Grizzer huffed, as if agreeing.

Twiss nodded. "Okay, sure! That's probably a good idea. But let's go wait over there." She pointed toward the side of the building. There was a narrow passage and a propped-open door almost hidden in the dark.

"Can we, sir? Please?" Seek looked at Hound, fidgeting. The clock in his head was getting closer to running out.

"No going in!" Hound warned. "Not til backup arrives!"

"Yessir!"

"I mean, if you want to be logical about it, that's fine," Twiss agreed.

As they approached the side of the building, voices could be heard.

"-part of the deal! She's my daughter! You said I could keep her!"

The first voice had a swirly accent that reminded Seek of the missing girl's mother's voice.

"You didn't tell us she had a rare blood type."

The second voice sounded modulated, and much deeper than the first.

"Screw you, Nusk! I'm taking Tem and-"

Blaster fire erupted.

"DADDYYYY!"

Seek was already in motion without consciously choosing it. He and Twiss burst through the already-open door with Hound and Grizzer hot on their heels.

The inside of the derelict diner was surprisingly clean. There were a lot of medical-looking equipment around, including exam tables and IV stands with empty bags and tubing.

A scrawny, dark blue nautolan was on the floor, smoke rising from a blaster wound in his chest. A much younger, purple Nautolan was being dragged back by a long, furry brute while a Nemoidian ordered another one to "drain the dead one."

Everything seemed to speed up after that. Twiss launched herself at the one holding Tem. Seek fired a stun round at the Nemoidian, who dodged it. Hound was barking orders for the criminals to stand down and Grizzer was just barking.

One of the furry brutes fired a shot at Seek, only for Twiss to deflect it. Using some Force move, she launched one of the IV stands at them. They went down, tangled in the tubing.

The one holding Tem hauled her up into their arms, only to yell and drop her as she bit him. She scrambled back toward her father as two more figures burst through the doors of what would have been the kitchen area.

Seek was lining up another stun shot when the Nemoidian pulled something from his pocket and threw it.

Thick smoke filled the room, obscuring everything. Despite that, the blaster fire continued. Seek paused, lined up a shot, and fired.

There was a yell as someone hits the ground. Twiss's pale blue blade cut through the smoke, followed by the scream of whomever she'd hit.

A snarl and a yelp indicated that Grizzer's caught someone, and Seek can hear the clink of binders as Hound reads them their rights.

"Bright Guy! Catch!"

Seek holstered his blaster and turned, knowing where and when to hold out his arms. He caught the wailing, coughing Nautolan girl and headed for the exit.

"I've got the girl," he told Hound over internal comms. "Taking her out of the smoke."

"Copy."

As he rounded the front of the diner he saw a squad of fellow Guardsmen approaching.

"Trooper! Report!"

Twiss staggered out of the smoke, coughing, followed by Hound and Grizzer, who was wheezing, but looking satisfied with herself.

Hound and Twiss are the the ones to fill in Thorn and his squad. That left Seek free to remove his helmet and try to comfort Tem, who wanted absolutely nothing to do with Clicker's attempts to check her for injuries.

Eight underlings were captured or dead, including Tem's father. The Nemoidian in charge, unfortunately, managed to escape.

"I'll be able to find him again," Seek said. "I know it."

"That's why I like you, Bright Guy." Twiss appeared at his side. "And it's also why I'm taking you home with me."

Seek stared at her, bewildered.

"Look, General," Thorn started. "We're grateful for-"

"Not a General," Twiss corrected. "They don't trust me with troops. Except this one." She grinned at Seek.

"Uh..." Seek said.

Her eye makeup had smeared a bit during the fight, almost making it seem like she was winking.

"We're grateful for your help," Thorn continued. "But you can't simply take a trooper home with you to celebrate."

Seek's whole face burned, and he could feel it spreading down his chest.

Twiss laughed. "If that's what I was doing, you'd be absolutely right," she said. "But in this case I need him for Secret Jedi Reasons related to Secret Jedi Things."

Seek could almost hear Thorn grinding his teeth.

"It's okay, sir," he said. "I'll go."

Thorn tipped his helmet. Taking the hint, Seek put his own helmet back on. Tem's mother had arrived on scene shortly after the Guard, so she was in safe hands.

"If anything happens, Fox will have both our heads," Thorn warned.

Seek swallowed before answering. "I know, sir. But she's a Jedi. And I think... I think this might help."

Torn's helmet glared at Twiss.

"His shift ends in three hours. If he isn't back by then..."

"I promise I'll do my very best, Commander," Twiss said. "Now, if you'll excuse us, soonest gone is soonest returned."

As they headed for the nearest speeder dock, Twiss smiled at him.

"So, Trooper Seek, what do you know about Force sensitivity?"

[ragedagainst]

rage, rage against the dying of the light. [ template ]

[theultimatefandomnerd]

ACOTAR:

Heyo! 25 year old female writer here. I’m eighteen plus so please please please ensure you are before writing to me! Now about me, I do work but on a part time basis, quick fire would be nice but I can’t always be here. So you may see me post more depending on what ideas I’ve got and what cravings I have. But with my time off you can guarantee I’ll be posting more! I do prefer discord to conduct roleplays purely for the purpose of being able to keep things more organised! To make you aware I have finished the series and would like my partners to have a good understanding of the verse!

So I’m looking for those of you who can use third person, past tense and lots of detail. I say this not to be mean but because I do consider myself to be advanced literate, I expect potential partners to be the same! I’m looking for oc (me) x male canon characters from the above movies but I will enclose further fandoms and movies with in the post! I use third and past tense and would be grateful if you do too! Please note I do have dyslexia.

I’d love to get some aus going as well as some love triangles. I’m not fussy with pairings I basically pair with any of the high fae and Illyrians aha. I have multiple ocs I’ve been working on for this verse and would love the opportunity to try them out. The characters I would be searching for are: Lucien, Rhysand, Cassian, Tam and Az. At a push I could do Tarquin my only concern with him is plot opportunity. I’d kill for a well written Cassian right now, ideally with someone who has read the fifth book.

I’d love our roleplay to be something of comfort to us both. Something to cheer us up and keep us engaged in the story! If you’ve got any wild ideas you’ve been dying to do for the below fandoms send them my way if it’s doubles I’ll do my best to accommodate them! In your message include Calanmai somewhere in the response so I know which post you’re responding too!

[madness-within-the-mirror]

Hi crispy :D You have a heart I can steal??

Christopher eyed the asker warily, taking a small, subtle step back just in case. “Contrary to what many may believe, I do indeed have a heart. However, I do not consider it to be so easily stolen, especially by complete strangers.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Though I’m getting the sneaking suspicion that you’re asking that literally, aren’t you?”

[3n1gm4blogs]

Mhmmm...sure. We all know you did.

You have no evidence! Now begone.

[stillgrows]

@killmeorfuckoff

These weren't the same tendrils Oliver had begrudgingly become used to over the years, steadily becoming increasingly accustomed to them to the extent that he was able to ignore them as part of the usual scenery of his life nowadays—or so he told himself, every single day. These were different. They weren't tendrils, even. It was more like... thick smoke? Fog? Something condensed and almost gesturing, drawing him from the street and into the cemetery.

Cemeteries were usually a safe space, relatively speaking. Everyone in them was already Dead, so what was there for him to see? Save for the occasional worker, at any rate, and even then it wasn't a particularly dangerous occupation and those who worked in cemeteries were seldom surrounded by those telltale tendrils of Death.

So this was strange. Of course he followed, wariness in his steps. He wasn't used to discovering something new about his connection to Death.

When he saw the body, apparently breathing but unconscious atop a new grave, that was the source of the foggy curls, he froze. Ah. This wasn't what he had anticipated, if anything. That was one way of communicating a point. His dark eyes drifted briefly to the new tombstone before moving back to the body, then he approached cautiously, gingerly, and knelt down by the man, heedless of the dirt on his trousers. Oliver stared at him for a moment, and he appeared to be doing nothing more than sleeping.

Oliver knew better, of course, no matter how peaceful it may have appeared. “Welcome to this world, Tim,” he said quietly, and it was delivered with all the expected somberness and weight of a eulogy. “At least you won't be going it alone.”

-----

When Tim finally stirred, he was in Oliver's flat. Getting him there had been no small feat, but he'd managed. Fortunately he'd had the time to recover from the exertion, and was now sitting in an arm chair with a room-temperature cup of tea on the side table beside him. That fog had practically filled the apartment initially with no room to escape as it searched for someone it didn't seem to realize was already there. The window was open now, allowing it to drift out into the oblivious world below.

“Good—” And as soon as he started to speak he knew nothing he could say was going to land the way he wanted, let alone well. He nearly winced. “Good evening,” he greeted, somewhat awkwardly, straightening his posture. “Ah, how're you feeling?”

There really was no salvaging this. He should have planned even a little. “I'm Oliver Banks,” he said quickly, figuring an introduction couldn't hurt. “I-I was called to you. In the cemetery.” Not quite the truth, but he could give more details later. “Thought waking up here would be a little nicer.” The here in question was a cozy flat, the place decorated with antiques, dried flowers, handcrafted goods, and crystals that spoke of someone who leaned a bit too hard into the new age movement, at least at one point in time.

[zilchenthusiest]

!! INTRO

🍋 — taco [ zilch / vixen ]

- 21y/o;; they/she/it/he 🍂 genderfluid & bisexual (+questioning polyamorous) •*.° half hispanic / quarter british / quarter french

- i was diagnosed with a few disorders after season 1, but since then have been unable to find another psychiatrist. i am still actively looking for help. [ 🍅 ] i don’t usually share my disorder information, but i will say that part of my diagnosis was ASD, ADHD, BPD, and CPTSD. i will not specify any of my trauma as i prefer not to remember it.

- elliot smith #1 fan /srs, massive alex g fan, and consistent ayesha erotica listener. 🥬 —.• multigenre music listener and multi aesthetic clothing wearer.

- i have several physical ailments as well.

- might update but i’m a bit tired right now, so i might be forgetting some stuff about myself…

!! INFO

- blog takes place after season 2

- box always open, if it’s closed it’s for important reasons

- text <-in character // text <-out of character // text <-other

- TACOMIC, PACO, & GENERAL TACO HATE ALL DNI. if those are a trigger and you’re not js hating, please stay away for your own comfort/safety. i understand how it feels to see stuff that triggers you.

- asks!!

Yes: usual asks, m!a asks, dark asks, mod asks, semi/mild nsfw asks— pretty much any asks except for the below. and yes, you can ask stuff as other characters.

No: highly immoral asks, p3d0 stuff, z00phile stuff, politics, or proshipping. and before you yell at me for my ships being proships just shut up, i have evidence they aren’t.

- blog run by 1 person, not accepting other mods.

- mic or pickle ask/rp blogs can int if they want, just beware that i already have a mic blog and a pickle blog that i’m planning to use to int with this blog. so interactions between this blog and other blogs not run by me probably won’t be canon on this page! but it can be canon on your page, just warn/ask me. other character blogs are highly encouraged to interact! except any trophy stuff. please keep trophy ii things away.

- please ignore that all three of the ask blogs use the same template, i could npt for the life of me figure out a way to do the intros while making them all different layouts..

- can’t think of anything else so; blog owner goes by it/they, please respect this.

[redrobinfr]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MR.RED ROBIN!!!🎉🎂

– @marvelouscryptid

thanks!!

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

There you are.

Blinky whirls around, almost bumping into T’noy. They both stumble back.

I came to check on you, since you were still asleep.

Blinky’s not sure what he feels, but he knows that something is wrong with his body. He freezes in place again, slowly looking Tinky up and down with nothing but two eyes in case he’s a threat. He wishes he could Look at him more. Judge him and see if he’s harmful more thoroughly. But Bliklotep knows Karaxis wouldn’t hurt him, not like He had, he’s his brother. Brothers didn’t do that.

Brothers also didn’t take food from one another.

I-I’m really sorry.

Remnants of the nightmare, no doubt. Bliklotep tried not to remember them, especially since he already had to focus on Seeing so much all the time. But sometimes the fear still slipped through the cracks. This one had been simple - yelling and anger. Nothing physical. But it had still hurt.

…What?

Blinky startles himself with tears. They’re hot and burn a little. They don’t stop, either.

Woah, OK. Hey-

Hair is brushed away from his face and two hands rest on either shoulder as Tinky lowers himself to be at eye-level.

Everyone’s been crying these past few weeks, huh…? What are you apologizing for? You have nothing to be sorry for.

Blinky rubs his tears away - there hadn’t been that many, nor had he started crying yet. He doesn’t meet Tinky’s eyes.

You…about last night.

He doesn’t want to say any more. Tinky tilts his head.

Oh, oh, Blinksy. I stopped being mad about that hours ago.

He looks down for a second as well, formulating an explanation. He truly had…well, not “forgotten about” the event, but put it past him.

Look, Bliklotep, whatever…anger I showed last night wasn’t aimed at you. It was aimed at Him, or…or myself. Yes, you messed up. We both know that, but that can be helped with an apology. I’m not mad at you…and I shouldn’t have grabbed you.

Blinky got hesitantly pulled into a hug. This one was gentler than the touch from last night’s scuffle. He sniffled and didn’t hug back. Tinky separated them after he heard Blinky’s noises lower with a bittersweet little smile.

I’m not the one you should apologize to, either. Wiggly was…really upset.

He, holding Blinky’s wrist, walks further up the hall towards the foyer.

Do you want to try that apology?

[starry-eyed-pkmnlvr]

↕ - a memory that may or may not have happened

Starry sat up in their tent, scooting over to the zippered door and poking her head outside, mumbling, “why’s it so stuffy in here…?” Their eyes slowly came into focus, or as much focus as they could manage, taking in the deep shades of green and brown of the Winding Woods. She breathed deeply, wrapping the tent door up closer to their face as the chilled forest air filled his lungs.

He caught a glimpse of something out of place from the corner of his eye, immediately perking up and turning to look. At first, she saw nothing. But then… There! A bush shook! Starry slowly straightened up, crawling out of their tent and onto the cold grass. They frowned at the sharp difference of temperature, muttering, “knew i should’ve worn pants.” Her grumbling was interrupted by the bush shaking again as something darted out of it and in the opposite direction. Starry instinctively bolted after it, crashing through dense forest brush and tripping over quite a few roots in their haste. He didn’t think much of it, frankly he didn’t think at all, just ran after the bush-creature as though being pulled along by a string.

Ground slipped out from under her, and she went crashing down a short distance. Scratched up but not caring, they looked around frantically for the thing they’d been chasing. He glimpsed something shifting around behind a large, moss-covered rock. Going to investigate, they stood up suddenly, but a sharp pain in their side took them back down again, collapsing to one knee. “Ow… what the, did I bruise a rib or something?” She shook it off, moving more slowly this time, before a friendly chirp and a sudden shape coming into view startled them. Starry let out a yelp.

“Hey! You’re that pokemon Auntie loves!” she said excitedly, reaching out to stroke its plush green back gently. It made a sound that could be called a purr, eyes closing in an adorable smile. Then it’s viridescent eyes popped open again, looking shocked as it shook its head. Was it trying to dispel something? Maybe it didn’t want to be distracted by the affection. It jumped up into an alert stance, chirping and hopping atop the mossy rock as if telling Starry to check it out. “If you say so,” Starry responded to the energetic pokemon, scooting up to the rock. The pokemon nudged at a patch of moss with its nose, one white paw scratching at the rock, and Starry reached out to touch it.

“Something special about this moss in particular?” he asked, fingers brushing over the patch on the rock. It’s really soft… The pokemon chirped happily, padding over and nuzzling Starry’s face. “Awww!!” Starry couldn’t help but grin, but then his eyes started to pull shut, weighed down by fatigue. She mumbled something before flopping back down on the rock, fast asleep.

[ … ]

Starry awoke with a start to a gruff voice shouting their name. Blinking their eyes, he sat up. “Where—”

“What in Arceus’ name were you thinking?!” Gym leader Wulfric stood over them. “People should not be camping out in snow, much less a child like you! Look at the state you’re in!” He gestured to Starry’s general state of disarray.

“I’m sorry,” Starry said, mildly intimidated by the gym leader’s anger. “But I didnt camp in the snow. I was in the Winding Woods!” Wulfric scratched his chin.

“We found you lying in the snow near the entrance to the woods. Your tent and all your pokemon were there too.”

“But I know I set up in the woods. I even remember waking up at some point…” That was it! Did that little adventure end with me outside the woods, in the snow? No, I don’t remember ever leaving the woods… did that pokemon drop me outside somehow? That little thing…? Well whatever, if it wanted me out, it succeeded. I doubt Wulfric will let me sleep outside again anyway.

[parachutedreams]

open to: m // any that makes sense, taboo welcome // 35+ plot: your muse is older, but has had eyes on luna for a while. he knows he shouldn’t act on it but its almost like ivy is teasing him wearing outfits like that and he just can’t take it anymore note: rules in source & using beta editor!

Luna always makes sure to look her best when she knows he is going to be there. She's getting a bit tired of the game they're playing, that she hopes he's participating in too, she just wants him in her already. She only has so many skimpy outfits that she can cycle through, trying to get him to cave and finally give her what she wants. She readjusts her shirt, really just a tiny scrap of fabric that barely covers the bottom curve of her chest, as she reenters the room he's in.

She gives him a smile and a little wave, "hey there."

[gnzma]

[ YOURE RIGHT BC I RP BOTH OF THEM AJFOF ]

[thegreatsharkleve]

The real perk of sky piracy is being so close to the sky...

[theultimatefandomnerd]

ACOTAR anyone?

Heyo! 25 year old female writer here. I’m eighteen plus so please please please ensure you are before writing to me! Now about me, I do work but on a part time basis, quick fire would be nice but I can’t always be here. So you may see me post more depending on what ideas I’ve got and what cravings I have. But with my time off you can guarantee I’ll be posting more! I do prefer discord to conduct roleplays purely for the purpose of being able to keep things more organised! To make you aware I have finished the series and would like my partners to have a good understanding of the verse!

So I’m looking for those of you who can use third person, past tense and lots of detail. I say this not to be mean but because I do consider myself to be advanced literate, I expect potential partners to be the same! I’m looking for oc (me) x male canon characters from the above movies but I will enclose further fandoms and movies with in the post! I use third and past tense and would be grateful if you do too! Please note I do have dyslexia.

I’d love to get some aus going as well as some love triangles. Doubles are welcome! But please note ALL my roleplays are doubles. I will be prioritising those of you who don’t want to double and are happy to play canons. I’m just getting to a point where doubles feel transactional, I’d like to do something for myself where I can :). I’m not fussy with pairings I basically pair with any of the high fae and Illyrians aha. I have multiple ocs I’ve been working on for this verse and would love the opportunity to try them out. The characters I would be searching for are: Lucien, Rhysand, Cassian, Tam and Az. At a push I could do Tarquin my only concern with him is plot opportunity. I’d kill for a well written Cassian right now, ideally with someone who has read the fifth book.

I’d love our roleplay to be something of comfort to us both. Something to cheer us up and keep us engaged in the story! If you’ve got any wild ideas you’ve been dying to do for the below fandoms send them my way if it’s doubles I’ll do my best to accommodate them! In your message include Calanmai somewhere in the response so I know which post you’re responding too! My discord is eleanorewinchester feel free to reach out here or over on discord!

[southern-titan]

hi will :)

Will takes a long drag from his cigarette and narrows his eyes at the intruder

"What part a' "don't waste my time" is so hard fer ya to comprehend?" He spat, a snarl edging his tone, "Piss off until ya got somethin' meanin'ful ta say."