A Man Chooses

A Jack RP blog Affiliated with PCRP

[thechozone-blog]

“It was to get your annoying ass to shut the fuck up, that’s what.” 

Her voice was cold but got wildly slurred at one point, showing just how drunk she really was even if she tried hiding it. She wasn’t gonna let some annoying man just ruin her night of getting drunk at a bar.

“Got a problem with that?”

[fracturedresilience-blog]

While he doesn’t say anything at first, his face does more than enough to convey that yes, he does have a problem with that.

“Oh, no, I’m just hunky-dorey about getting beer poured on me.”

That sure is a lot of grumpy sarcasm in his voice.

[thechozone-blog]

@fracturedresilience

She just stands up and pours beer all over Jack’s head. His drunk rambling was pissing her off and she just wanted to get drunk in peace so how dare he.

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Excuse you, he’s trying to talk to this little round fella about some great movies. It’s a bit one sided, sure, and he’s slurring a bit for sure, and also the amount of sense he’s making is questionable, but that’s no reason to go and pour your drink on him!

“And what in tarnation was that for?”

[gattobamboom]

[sundeadknight]

➳♥ ;*

19. Stomach

Jack was softer than he looked.

Not that that thought was exactly appropriate at the moment– what with the fact that Solaire was busying his hands with stitching up a gash in the man’s side. A shallow thing, really, but the knight had insisted it be sown shut lest it was torn open further yet.

“… That should do well enough.” He murmured, half to himself, as he tied off the fine thread. The urge that came over him was strange, to say the least, and still. Still. He indulged in it, leaning over just enough to press his lips against a spot just above the wound, a stray scar from something-or-another.

… With how red his face went, one might’ve thought Solaire was the one to have just been kissed. “Ah- I. I’m sorry, that was far too bold–” The words came out muffled, his mouth half-covered by his hand. “Please, forget that happened.”

[syndicate-memes-blog]

morality meme

⚖: Has your muse broken the law before? Broken a vow or promise?

⚔: Would your muse kill if they had to in order to protect a loved one?

❤: Do they consider themselves a good person?

☆: Is your muse honorable?

☯: What do they think of ‘good’ and ‘evil’?

♠: When would they tell a lie?

ψ: Would they manipulate someone to get what they want?

☪: What would they sacrifice their life for?

☞: How easily are they tempted?

☽: What is their alignment?

⚠: Would they seek revenge against someone who’s harmed them or the people they care about?

Send me ♡ + a word, and I’ll write a headcanon.

[fracturedresilience-blog]

If you don't have too many of these to do, A-1 with twogami, perhaps?

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A2 Big Daddy

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lucas D1 por favor?

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Adachi A2; Jack C3

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E5 Stranger

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Samus A3

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A2, D4, Jack B)

[cockglitch]

JUMPED ON THE WAGGON AND MADE AN EXPRESSION SHEET SO YKNOW SEND ME A FACE AND A CHARACTER OR TWO AND ILL DRAW IT YO

[sundeadknight]

sparkles and dust;

@fracturedresilience

“Pardon me, ser– how in the world did you do that?” Solaire’s voice is as awfully chipper as always, calm and yet with an easy happiness radiating from every word he spoke. The ser in question was a somewhat peculiarly dressed fellow– to the knight, at least– whose hands seemed to light up and positively glow with some form of strange power.

The knight himself had seen no trace of his own miracles remaining, hard as he prayed to call upon the spears, they simply would not appear. As if his faith had wavered! Preposterous, frankly. “I had believed all sorceries and miracles to fizzle to naught more but sparkles and dust!” 

[fracturedresilience-blog]

Getting a pack of cigarettes had been, so far, the best damn thing to happen since Jack had signed that contract. Well, second best thing; the best thing to happen to him now was getting to enjoy them. The wrapper peeled away, one cigarette flipped over after some consideration, another brought to his lips as he pocketed the rest.

The feeling of burns crawling across his hand came with a familiar pain, one that didn’t bring a wince or flinch due to how often he had felt it. With a bit of friction, a flame flickered between his thumb and finger, giving some warmth and light, and giving the end of the cigarette a hot glow. A whisper of smoke drifted from the lit end. More smoke was pulled into his lungs with an inhale, bringing with it a dry burn and heat that helped to dull the edges of his nerves…

Someone was there. He hadn’t heard them approach—too caught up in having a damn smoke—didn’t even register what they had said. To busy waiting for a lead pipe to the cranium, or the burn of a bullet, or anything else he’d come to expect from splicers. The best he could do was pull his arms up in defense while smoke sputtered from his lips. Didn’t even notice the cigarette fall into the snow at his feet, kicked aside as he stepped away and faced—

a knight?

“…What?”

~{THIS MEME MAKES ME EMOTIONAL}~

Send a number, and you’ll get one Headcanon/Response around the following emotions;

Fear

Anger

Sadness

Joy

Disgust

Admiration

Surprise

Love

Hatred

Calm

Shame

Kindness

Pity

Indignation

Envy

Confusion

Amusement

Weariness

Courage

Cruelty

Pride

Pain

Cautious 

Relaxed

Stress

Hope

Loneliness 

Annoyance

Distraction

Arousal

Something Else?

[fracturedresilience-blog]

“ wanna make a cake? ”

Oh, he was just about to clean up, actually--he didn’t really have anything else to do though, did he? ...nope, not at all.“Okay, what kind?”