#rp; prose

[jeremiahofphilo]

Step Stools

[Closed with @walking-azalea]

It's Wednesday. Jeremiah has his equipment. It's been a busy morning of wedding drop offs, but he's given himself enough time and fix his unruly curls so he no longer smells of sweat, and yes he pulls out the cologne he so seldom finds himself able to use these days. He doesn't want to look too nice, however.

Keep it cool. Its just a drop-off. Stay cool. It's nothing special.

The muffins were prepped the night before, and have settled into their flavors. He can smell them from their buried spot at the back of his car. It reeks of banana, even though they were the freshest he could find. It reminds him of exactly one time he tried one grilled, and shudders at the thought.

With everything in hand, he heads to the address she'd given them and approaches the door.

[->Azalea: I'm here!]

[kaikoikei]

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[mohammed82178]

There's always a ray of hope🌹🌺☺️

[ssbooks]

#6 What would your character do if accidentally hurt someone really badly?

I know you all have amazing creative juices in you and some amazing characters. This prompt is just for you to have fun and to help you explore your Character in a different setting. I would LOVE to hear what your Characters would do.

[unsung-scrolls]

A deathly chill loomed over the fog-covered waters as the N.S.S. Mudskipper chopped across the bay. Except for the steady buzz of the massive propeller moving the boat forward, all was quiet. There was a mission to be done, and the Captain, Sango Squidbeak Cuttlefish, was the one to do it.

No cell signal out here, from the looks of it. Good thing Sango could use their radio if backup was necessary. Since this was near the Splatlands, they could most likely call in Agent 3 in the case of an emergency.

The stern Inkling gripped their Bamboozler and peered out as far into the fog as they could. Fortunately, as that Salmonid, "Tammie", said, the visibility in the area was better than usual. Soon enough, they would land at the shore of the site and meet up with Tammie and whomever else was joining the investigation.

...

There was a storm brewing... and as good ol' Gramps would say, Sango could feel it in their cuttles.

[lavndrlights]

open to f | based .

“ you know you're way too good for him right ? like p a i n f u l l y out of his league too good for him . ”

[c0l0rgraph1c]

A phone call. A news agent. Could this be about...?

Only one way to find out.

[ @inkadianewsemma ]

"Colorgraphic's studio, Void speaking," the Octoling answered. The group was out practicing some choreography for their FrostyFest performance, and Void just happened to be taking a breather when the reporter called.

[molalom]

There is a soft knock on the door of the hospital room. Had he been expecting company? How had anyone gotten past quarantine?

Someone unfamiliar slowly peeked inside, blinking curiously.

[ @agent-universe-hopper ]

Moray tightened his grip on the sheets in his bed as he sat up and stared at the door. No, he hadn't been expecting company, last he checked. Just having his mom visit was this huge ordeal that took the staff hours to arrange... Logically speaking, this was probably just a nurse here for another check-up, but even so, Moray couldn't shake his nerves. What if SHE had somehow gotten in? Ugh... Cubby was the last person he wanted to see right now. But again, there was no way they'd let someone like her loose here. It was most likely a nurse. Still, he couldn't help but wearily and shakily ask,

"wh,,, who is it?"

[thedemon-crowley]

They were in sight of Southampton Harbor. Soleil pulled her phone out and texted her new acquaintance. [About to make port. The Pearl takes a longer time to dock due to her size. I'm thinking we need about hours to settle. You're London based, right?]

[I am indeed.] He fires off his reply, following up almost immediately with [I can meet you there if you like.]

[tempi-fantrolls]

>> Your name is Vietta Manzon. It is your sworn duty to collect knowledge, often in the form of books. This has led you into some very.. interesting situations, in the past, present, and most likely in the future as well.

>> Currently you have found yourself in the ruins of a culled subgrub. The drones have long gone, leaving the remaining trolls to pick up the pieces and the scavengers to pounce on what's left.

>> You don't particularly like it, but places like these are perfect to find new material for The Library. The usual scavengers rarely care about books and you are free to take as many as you please.

>> Tonight though, your target is a particular, now devastated hive. You wouldn't be surprised if this particular troll was the reason for the mass culling. They'd gotten a bit too loud about their rebellious endeavors, after all.

>> You scurry through the rubble, checking under every stone for anything the drones might have missed.

>> Up until your sensitive ears pick up something, the sound of footsteps.

>> You quickly activate your powers, leaving an illusion of yourself in your place as your actual body jumps away, now invisible to anyone organic.

"Hello?" You say through the illusion, making sure it sounds like your voice is coming from its mouth. "Is someone there?"

[jeremiahofphilo]

A Flower For Your Thoughts | Closed with @duckies-ocs-and-persona

It was a quieter day in the shop. Jeremiah stood behind the counter, computer screen open to multi-task.

With one portion of the screen he could research and track some Backtracker movement while the other portion and windows had working floral orders in spreadsheets.

He hears the door chime and swaps the screen to the floral order he's currently working on, de-thorning roses and barely glances up.

"Welcome to Philo!"

[kaikoikei]

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[debaxchery]

OPEN TO: f / m / nb

CHARACTER: jude stevenson / 28 / tom blyth & desmond murray / 27 / paul mescal.

PLOT: in the source.

“ COME ON, ” JUDE GROUSES, HIS hand firmly gripping his cock. lazily, he pumps his fist along his length, keeping himself hard. “ you’re taking forever. ” to keep things fair, they’d flipped a coin to see who would be the first to get to use their new plaything’s ass. calling ‘heads,’ he’d been incredibly disappointed when it had landed on ‘tails.’ nonetheless, he’d allowed desmond to enter them first. “ they’re going to be sloppy, by the time you’re done with them. ” he doesn’t bother addressing the person they’re talking about. they’re thoughts and opinions aren’t important. they’re simply a warm hole to be used by the two men.

LAUGHTER, WARM AND BRIGHT, BUBBLES from between desmonds’ lips. “ jesus, jude. you always have been impatient, ” he accuses, his hips snapping forward as he buries his length inside of them. “ and anyway, they were sloppy even before taking my cock. ” he slaps a hand against their ass, using the sharp sting to get their attention. “ weren’t you ? ” drawing back, he plunges into them. again. and again. and again. “ they were practically drooling for me. ” he lifts his shoulders in a shrug as he switches up the angle of his thrusts, trying to get deeper. “ but really. they’ve got more than one hole. what are you waiting for ? ”

[mohammed82178]

Sky filled with stars ✨✨🤩

[the-cubby-crew]

The chopper hovered over the roof of Fiddler Tower. A ladder descended from the opening on the side, and Cubby practically slid down it with the speed of her climbing, a still-horrified Moray slung helplessly over her shoulder. She touched down upon the building with a deliberate thud.

Those Octotroopers that Cubby had convinced to build the transmitter up top did well. They were such diligent creatures, ones that actually understood what she was going through as an incomplete project... Who would've thought she'd be able to get so much accomplished with Big Run off her plate? She would have to worry about gratitude and thanking them later, though. There was still work to be done.

"Those eggs come in yet?" Cubby asked one of them while she sat the poor, tied up Inkling in her clutches down by one of the cannons surrounding the device.

The fuzzy little Octotrooper pointed their tentacle up at a group of Octocopters flying into the scene with a massive crate of Golden Eggs in tow.

Cubby watched in awe. "It's a Squidmas miracle," she said with a laugh. She stepped up closer to the transmitter tower, gazing into the sky panels making up its walls. The world those screens depicted was so beautiful... and she could hear a faint, distant song ringing from inside... Cubby could immerse herself in this world forever...

But she had to stop herself. "Aaaanyhoo~! We still need that supply of fur. Now where could that tricky little kitty be?" Cubby looked up at the helicopter she had just gotten out of. Uni should be coming down with Li'l Judd any second now.

[lavndrlights]

open to all .

“ so here's a f u n question why is my boyfriend under the impression that you two are hanging out this weekend ? ”