#tbd (threads)

[warprotocol]

(( may I interest anyone in ONE torture thread ))

[dvilsdesire]

// Me thinking about potential tadpoled Lep, and with how others have been changed and some of their abilities have been broken (like Wyll's powers with Mizora), and how maybe Haarlep isn't actually able to change into anyone's glamour and gets stuck in his original form.

[fenanera]

i never know when to just snatch an ask from my inbox and make it a thread for that person. and the answer to this is to Ask Them. but what if they throw rocks at me and take my shoes, hm? what then?

[dvilsdesire-a]

// Am I intimidating? I get this feeling that people are intimidated by me and maybe make them not want to approach? Or is it because I write an incubus? I want people to feel comfortable (and I'm asexual as fuck lol), and while Haarlep will absolutely flirt and likely attempt to sleep with your muse (because I want him to remain ic as possible as he comes to me), remember that ooc interaction is very important and I would NEVER write anything on here that would make you feel uncomfortable or pressured.

If you don't want to write with Haarlep, I also offer Raphael as a second muse, who is far more cordial and business than Haarlep's tastes. :)

[wid0wd-archived]

i know this makes me sound like an asshole ... but never expect a fast reply from me ever ...

[gemmaismss]

where: castillo-fiori home when: late evening, set after this thread who: THE WHOLE FAM @gabrielismss @sclviagant @ofreardcns @retrospectral

he’s alive he’s alive he’s alive he’s alive he’s alive he’s alive he’s alive he’s alive he’s alive he’s alive he’s alive he’s alive he’s alive he’s alive he’s alive he’s alive he’s alive he’s alive he’s alive he’s alive he’s alive he’s alive he’s alive he’s alive he’s alive he’s alive he’s alive he’s alive he’s alive he’s alive he’s alive he’s alive he’s alive he’s alive he’s alive he’s alive he’s alive he’s alive he’s alive he’s alive he’s alive –

She’s drives past no man’s land once, twice, three times – reckless as all hell in the jeep her fathers bought her. No wait. Can’t go there yet. You can’t just barge into a notoriously violent warehouse, she’s got enough sense to heed Adrian’s command to stay the fuck away from there. And she’s got to tell Gabe! God that would be so, so viciously cruel of Gemma to not tell her twin Gael’s alive!! He was so distraught, haunted by guilt that mirrored Gemma’s own profound grief. She’ll go home, find Gabe, and then they will find Gael and everything will be as it was, everything will be right again!

he’s alive he’s alive he’s alive he’s alive he’s alive he’s alive he’s alive he’s alive he’s alive he’s alive he’s alive he’s alive he’s alive ( but is he? Vampires technically might not be fully dead because they are walking and talking and killing, and what will happen when Adrian finds out – it will be fine, it will be totally fine ) he’s alive he’s alive he’s alive he’s alive he’s alive he’s alive he’s alive he’s alive he’s alive he’s alive he’s alive he’s alive he’s alive he’s alive he’s alive he’s alive.

She parks down the street and goes in the backdoor, teenagehood spent sneaking in and out of this house and she’s an expert at which creaks to avoid, even as hysterical as she is. Gabe’s in his room – packing a bag – but that doesn’t register immediately, she’s talking too fast.

“He’s alive – Gabe – daddy is alive, he’s not dead, he’s not in the grave. I went today and I had a witch try to contact him and like so much happened because I’m also –“ she cuts herself off suddenly, glancing at the door, then tucks that revelation away for another time. “Nevermind, he’s alive and she said he was like with the reardons? I don’t know but we have to go right now, we have to go find him – Gabe everything is going to be fine, it's going to be perfect and we are going to be happy and it's going to be like just before.” A knock at the front door interrupts her near hysterical rantings.

And Gemma knows. Knows with more certainty than she’s known anything else all day, or perhaps even in her whole life. He’s alive, and he’s come home. Her hands tremble as she moves wordlessly to open the door and invite her father inside.

[captainseamech]

//.

[forgotten-retrouvaille]

@pretty-isnt-pretty-enough [catalina] to JILL VALENTINE .

RELUCTANT ALLIES STARTERS

‘ if it comes between you or the mission, i’m choosing the mission. without question. ’

If Catalina didn't like working with Jill , the ex-cop liked it even less . The two had often butted heads , especially in their earlier encounters , and it did little to slow down , even now .

"Don't worry . So am I ." A curt response , not even looking at the other as she checked her pistol over , removing the magazine for only a moment . She studied the bullets before sliding it back into her holster with an expert hand , fastening her knife to her belt a little tighter .

Upon arriving to the location sent and seeing the other , Jill had half considered just leaving . She had begrudgingly stayed , and was now likely stuck with her for the next good while . The ex-cop made no move to hide her dislike , she did not care for what Catalina thought of her .

Hiking a jacket over her bulletproof vest , Jill was no stranger to the cold night air . She was used to working in the dark - from her days as a thief , to her days in the B.S.A.A . The ex-cop often found herself preferring the solace of the night - oh how easy it was to go undetected .

"I don't want to be here any longer than you do . So let's get moving ."

[supurman-a]

hi guys interest checker can yall like or comment if you vibe with me

[rubistella]

{ hot take of the day, but if you are a dead dove roleplayer and you force non-dead dove roleplayers to write dark content, go to hell xxx ❤️ }

[wikihowhowtoexist]

ghh. please dont flop. please dont flop. please don

this took like 203 layers. and 13 hours and 30 minutes btw. irlk it was like 2-3weeks

but uhh it doesnt look that official iguess. who carez

jhere lemme show you like two easter eggs i put there actually:3

this ones pretty obvious id.say

just reffering to how timekeeper is croissant

okay so no. coffee candy isnt crying at nothing. HGEEDLP

if you recognize the lobby theyre in. uyes its the witches kitchen. and you can see matilda(the witch from cr) (search her up) hand slightly. thats becasue, tk felt silly , trapped baugette and coffee candy in the witches kitchen and made them run away from . their death!

right as the witch was about to grab therm both. tk was like 'oops this went too far' and then bought them back to the present timeline! teehee

also the picture . thats floating kinda. is a hc that. string and croi were. childhood besties... hgh,,,,

[morgansmornings]

Making a Masterpiece

Closed starter for @missmargomuse616.

~~~*~~~

It should not have been a surprise to her. Over the last few months it seemed that there was a rise in articles about local places of business that were getting a spotlight on them that almost felt random. Every business from thrift stores, to boutiques that catered to the more average person rather than the rich and famous. Even the pharmacies that had been there for decades before chain owned companies grew up in the cracks. It was consistent and different. Starting from the bottom half of Manhattan and being worked up the rungs of streets.

It was a surprise to Jay when she came down from her upstairs apartment well beyond early for most people to find memos on her office desk from her managers. Erica and Simone that they had both noticed a young woman that was new to the area, making herself at home and working. Nothing about the memos stood out to Jay as she did employ a fair few college kids that needed the money or experience. Often getting their friends to come in and hang out or to do their assignments. Something Jayden herself remembered from her younger years with Beth.

So without much thought behind it, she added the pages to the flailing cabinet drawer where she kept the rest of their kin and set about her day. The coffee pots being prepped and timed for fifteen minutes before opening. Heading back to the kitchen she started in on that day's doughs. Kneading, stretching, shaping, and panning the breads, pies, muffins, cookies and more. Starting on the malasadas and Jian Dui as the specials of the week.

By the time she was done, she had most of the morning’s daily baking done, leaving those on the afternoon and evening shifts with a lighter load to do for the next day. It was always calming for her to be the only one in the kitchen before her staff came in. Not that she needed to be, as her cafe was doing well enough on its own that it could reasonably run without much input from her. But the work made the days pass. Helped get her mind off of the things she had seen over the years.

Unlocking the front doors, patting her dog Jenna on the way. The dog was basking in her warming corner of the shop. The sun was now peaking over the horizon, along with her internal clock that it was nearing 5:30 in the morning and that it was time to open up for the day. It wasn’t even half an hour later when she heard the gentle thunks of her handmade tree of life bamboo wind chime telling her that she had company.

“Just a minute!” Jayden called out from the kitchen, pulling a fresh pan of banana nut and poppy seed muffins from the oven. Setting them down on the prep counter she came out wiping her hands across the bottom of her blue apron.

“Welcome to Morgan’s Mornings, what can I get you this morning?”

[mysterycitrus]

reading comics not for enjoyment or leisure but a secret third thing (to win arguments online)

[gerudospiriit]

continued from ☀ || @npcharacters

Nabooru offered a nod, understanding Karlach's position. Near strangers aside, delving into the details of a sordid tale of slavery and forced service in a war that, she assumed, was not the tiefling's to fight, of demolished trust between her and someone she respected, didn't come as easily as discussing the weather or a favorite dish. Thus, she didn't begrudge Karlach for her choice to dodge her offer; Nabooru likely would have done the same.

Though she likely wished it wasn't so, the faltering of Karlach's usually boisterous and even joyous demeanor made her inner turmoil obvious, even for those she now surrounded herself with who hardly knew her. The change in her came with the suddenness of a summer storm, and, both out of sincere sympathy and the knowledge none of them could afford distractions with the targets on their backs and the parasites squirming in their skulls, the Gerudo could not help but try to address it. Give her a chance to vent out her frustrations if she needed to...on more than just a tollhouse.

" A fair point. I'm used to heat, but considering you can make me sweat within a few feet of you in minutes, I can only imagine how that heart feels inside you. " Fire roiling under her skin, in her blood and searing every inch of her. Or that's how she imagined it. Uncomfortable to say the least, even if the tiefling made it look relatively bearable most of the time.

" And no need to dwell on tragedy when we have enough to worry about as is. " She prodded at the side of her head with her index finger, indicating their parasite problem. " But, my offer will always stand. If you ever need it. "

Still, the idea of walking away from Karlach settled worse in the pit of her stomach than when, in desperation, she tore into the raw flesh of a Lizalfos she felled. So, she switched her strategy.

" Actually...you said you're from around here, right? " She dug a map out of her pack, one filched off a corpse they passed by with a few blood stains on it. " Since this is your home, maybe you could tell me more about it? Point out some of your favorite spots or things I should know? "

[boombambaby]

@twisting-echo liked for a starter! [ Taken from here! ]

"So you live with seven vertically challenged guys in the middle of the woods, spend your day talking to animals and avoid apples at all costs. Right. . . .

--the question was; are you SINGLE?"

[forgotten-retrouvaille]

@pretty-isnt-pretty-enough [catalina] to JILL VALENTINE .

❛ if i didn't know any better, i'd say you were jealous. ❜

"Jealous is a stretch ."

Jill doesn't know how or why she puts up with Catalina Cisneros. It always seemed to be a competition with her to see who had the snarkiest remarks , who had the better banter, who flirted better . Jealous was a long , long way from whatever this feeling was - loathing was a good descriptor, if she had to say anything .

"Don't you have anything better to do?"