heyo. the name’s ken. she / her. 29 y / o in the eastern time zone. i’m shitty at making rules so here we go.
for my own comfort : i will not roleplay with anyone under 21. it’s just a personal preference.
i am a mutuals only blog. i will only roleplay with you if i’m following you back.
since i work a full time job ; replies might be slow. my hours are not set ( bartender life ; eeey ) so i might not be able to get on all the time. that being said : please don’t bother me to reply. i’ll get to it when i get to it. and if i want to drop a thread: i will let you know!
when it comes to shipping - there has to be chemistry. between our characters as well as us. if i don’t click… i don’t click. but we click - dear god you won’t hear me shut up about our ship.
i won’t tolerate drama or hate or anything. i’ve had so many friends hurt over petty ass shit - i will stand my ground.
nsfw may appear on this blog but will be tagged and placed under a read more. but it would be kinda rare if it appears.
i know i've been silent and gone. I've been dealing with a lot of health scares lately. In and out of the hospital. spent my birthday morning at the doctor's. but im still here and miss you all.
the tielfing huffed , arms wrapped around and hugging tight the shiny new weapon , golden and bright with magic. "no!" he pouted , staring at the other barbarian. "i found it first !" he had already dashed away from gale with it so it wasn't consumed. the wizard looked rough and he knew the look. "it's my axe!"
he felt like eyes were watching him. his tail flicked back and forth like a cat's as he walked past the various tents of the camp. gold tipped black claws scratching at exposed stomach. ... it's been like this for days... the barbarian wandering around the camp in nothing but his underwear and the key of ancients crown he had received off that poor druid's body. she was supposed to cure them. he stopped , looking over. "what?"
the tiefling stared with crimson eyes burning with the fire of his kin. he stared at the wizard's hand. you'd think he'd want to bite it off. on any other day , yes. he'd have wanted to eat it. he wondered if he could taste the magic that channeled through fingertips. what did it taste like? like fire? like lightening tickling the tip of your tongue? like madness? the barbarian rose their hand to their face , gold tipped black claws dancing a little wave , falling down as eyes stared back at the other hand. THUD. SMACK. a quick slap of the book out of gale's hands before the tiefling's hand gave a quick slap. a high five? or was it a low five? whatever it was.... it didn't feel the same when he slapped the hand outstretched from the portal. "shame."
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