Gif Chat RP

@sebstanzarp

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Eloise was a stress baker. Ever since she was old enough to be allowed to bake she had. Which was one of the reasons she’d made it into a career. She loved baking, loved cupcake and pastries and pies and sweet sugary good things which only made people happy. Breaking up with Colton brought out a holy host of stress, anxieties and insecurities which meant she was on a mission. A mission which had covered half the kitchen in cupcakes. Eloise jumped at the sudden intrusion, not expecting anyone to ninja her. Hands instinctively scrunched which sent a shot of icing up into the air to land on the ceiling. “Um. Cupcakes. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to disturb you. Or… do that. Do you think it’s going to stain?”

The whole kitchen was covered in cupcakes, not that Hugo was complaining. The young man had a sweet tooth that often times got him in trouble with his diet. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” he quickly said as his eyes lifted towards the ceiling. “You um you weren’t disturbing me.” Shaking his head, he smiled, “I wouldn’t worry about it.” Over the years they all managed to stain the apartment in different areas. His face started to turn a light shade of red as he tried to muster up more courage to say something to her. Hugo always a difficult time talking to women. “Why um why are you baking so much?”

#c: eloise #accidentally deleted my reply

The question completely blindsided Chuck, her spoon of ice cream half way toward her mouth. It still amazed her how… loyal Evelyn was to him. Years down the line and her friend still waited for him. “Because no one should have to stay celibate for like… how long is it now? seriously dude you would have dried up and died or something.” She joked, but she was happy to here what Evelyn obviously needed to say. “What made you think of him?”

It came to no surprise that Chuck’s first reaction was to joke about the matter. The two have been best friends since she could remember and serious relationships were not Chuck’s things, but despite that little tidbit about her friend Evie knew she would be there for her. Lighting chuckling, she shrugged at Chuck’s question. “Today marks the day he left and I—I dunno. He was suppose to come back, he was suppose to marry me and here I am closer to thirty than I am twenty wondering what the hell happened.”

The smirk died the moment her wolf’s tone shifted from anger to order. Our city too? She rose - her movement deliberately slowly which only underlined the waiting violence in her. “Allow is the correct term, wolf. I allow you to live in my city, I allow you to come and go as you please.” No one ordered her, no one dared and while there was something… delicious in her wolf standing up to her, in his fire it took her back to times when orders came with pain. “This was not a case of your wolves. He spoke of betrayal. I will not have your blood spilt.” It was a weakness, this little wolf of hers. Being her wolf gave him a certain… importance. Something not just in position but to her. Foolish - the last man she had cared for had been used against her. “Or am I not allowed to keep my wolf safe?”

Grayson’s eyes narrowed towards her, “you believe because you are the mistress of the city that you have claim over the werewolves and everyone that resides in the city. However, you know you need loyalty among my kind to maintain order. You have just disturbed that balance by your actions.” Although he was grateful for her intent of protecting him, she caused issues for him when it came to his pack. “Vittoria, you know I—I appreciate your concern. However, this isn’t a matter about the two of us. It is about your disrespect to my Ulfric in not including our pack in the punishment.”

There wa something very, very beautiful about the approaching wolf. He was a rolling storm - his anger something hot against cool skin. For once his Alpha nature was in full force, bright and clear as he stalked toward her. Blue eyes flared hotly at the accusation on his lips. “This is my city wolf, I had every right.” No one was above her law, not even the Pack who had bargained for a home in her city. “But do tell me. In detail. Preferably while removing all of those layers.” Vittoria did so enjoy provoking her wolf.

Grayson’s piercing blue eyes stared up at the woman; although he was fuming she seemed rather cool about their predicament, which only fueled his anger. Right now, the pack members and the Ulfric were furious about his relations with the Mistress of the City. “It is our city too,” he growled. A few years ago the Ulfric trusted him to be the mediator between the wolves and Vittoria. Sometime along the way, Grayson found himself under her spell, but not today. “You should have called me. Allowed us to be involved in the punishment or take matters in our own hands.” Most would be wary about crossing Vittoria, she was powerful, but right now Gray was too hot tempered to care. He approached her clenching his jaw, “I am not one of your boy toys nor do I answer to you,” he said his eyes glued to hers.

Sitting on his bed, Hugo was intensely playing his video game when suddenly he got a waft of something coming from another part of the apartment. Curious by nature, he pause his game and headed towards the smell, which led him into the kitchen. Seeing Eloise their new roommate, Hugo stopped and looked up at her like a deer caught in the headlights. When the three of them agreed to have her as their fourth roommate, all of them made a pact not to hit on her. It was mainly for Milo’s sake not to scare off their new roommate. “I smelled something,” he stated. “Ugh what are you baking?” He asked curiously trying to make casual conversation.

Evelyn leaned over and rested her head on her best friend’s shoulder. The two were having a girl’s night in eating ice cream and watching movies. It was something the two of them did when the other is feeling down. Oh, and did I mention the vodka that went with it? Curling her feet up on the couch, she sighed. “Why did you think Seth and I broke up?” She asked out of nowhere. It had been years and at some point Evie thought they would get back together, but here they were single.

Theodore simply nodded - he couldn’t argue. He had no room to argue. When his father had hurled abuse he had stayed silent. He had let Rufus believe that he agreed with his father, let him think that he hated him and wanted him out. “Rufus, I… I was wrong to let father do what he did. Not all of us felt as he did.”

He couldn’t help the short snort at his brothers’ description of what was wrong. “Hopefully it wasn’t Peters. He’s well known for his extra curricular,” Theodore told him mildly as he passed the hypospray over. “She’s certainly an interesting woman. Many of the crew is. I’ve spoken Antonia also. Well, I say spoken to, I didn’t actually get to say anything.”

Not often Rufus was stunned into silence. He stared at his brother baffled by the man’s words. Did Theo know the exact reasons why their father disowned him? Or was he kept in the dark? It was best not to ask, he may not want to know the answer. “And who is us? Who didn’t feel the way he did?”

Rufus cocked a brow, “what makes you think it was Peters?” Discussing King felt rather odd, anyone that met that woman knew she was an enigma wrapped in another riddle. “What can I say? King knew what she was going when she ensemble her crew. You spoke to Antonia?” A look or relief came over him hearing he didn’t get a word in. Rufus had yet to tell any of his fellow Brown Coats that he was originally from an Alliance planet let alone that he had a family. “Does anyone know we are siblings?”

The war had always been an obscure kind of thing to Antonia - she had grown up on one of the outter planets. She knew what it was like to be hungry every day, what it was like to see the government abandon them to their deaths, to starve. The Brown Coats had been the ones to save them. They had come and picked them off that god forsaken planet and given her a life, given her hope.

A little smile danced across her lips, he always knew just what to say. “Bah, stop being perfect,” she whined, giving him a faux pout. “They all seem so … intent on hating us. We didn’t do anything wrong. Didn’t they know what it was like? ”

From what he could remember from the society her grew up in, it was the job of the alliance to unite all the planets and the outer planets were being rebellious. All of them were merely uneducated fools who did not know what was best for them. When he was younger, he thought it had to be true. It was what was taught in school, but after he left that life behind his eyes was open to the truth. People had the right to be free and govern themselves.

“You know that is impossible,” he said as a matter of fact. “It is all they know, but remember no one is born to hate. It is something that was taught to them and like everything they can be educated.” It was out of character for Rufus to be this open, but he didn’t want her tainted by all the ugliness of what was going on between the two crews or what was happening in the war. “How could they know?”

#c: antonia #kinda of funny cause rufus hasn't told anyone he is from the alliance side so he actually does know a bit from their view point

“Always the optermist, Ri,” Owen muttered softly, but fondly, a little smile tucked along his lips. Hope. But then that was one of the reasons he loved the man. Owen was known for being grumpy, surly and downright moody at times but Orion balanced him out. “Do you think we’re going home?” he asked, voice soft, brown eyes tipped away. “I think we need to start exploring. Sitting here is getting us no where… tensions are rising more and more every day.”

Honesty - brutal honesty - was something Owen was blessed with. Or cursed. Everyone viewed it quite differently. “Or one woman at least.”

“Do you blame them?” Owen asked softly. He loved Vera - she was his friend, had mourned her, grieved for her. But she was… a prickly character at best. “We’ve been at war for as long, that can’t be forgotten. Even if the war is a load of bullshit.” An unpopular opionion Owen knew - to him the war was for the brass. They picked up guns because that is what soldiers did, they pointed and they killed and they did it without question because that is what soldiers did. It was only in the last few years it had begun to chafe. How did they kill innocents when the government continued to abadnon them?

“Right now, someone needs to be.” Since Orion was little, he always found it his responsibility to keep everyone afloat, which meant having a positive attitude when everything appeared to be going to hell. Only two people ever saw his doubts, Owen and Vera. “I do not know the chances of us making it home in our lifetime are unlikely. However, who knows what we might come across and new technology that might help us get there.” He nodded his head, “I agree we need to start moving again. Get people working and their minds off the events that took place.” Orion took a drink from his glass then raised a brow, “perhaps we start moving and you or someone else create an event for the crew.?”

At the mention of one woman, Orion finished his glass and made no mention of Vera. Although the two agreed to work beside each other tensions between them still were high.

“No,” he said softly. From the get go, Orion always believed war was a necessary evil. During his numerous deployments to the war, he always thought he might be making a difference. That in the end it was for the overall good. Now, all he saw was broken spirits, broken men and women and people devastated by it all. But in the end he was a soldier and would continue on until the day they gave him an order that he couldn’t follow. “The war is not forgotten, but in this quadrant what does it matter? I cannot have chaos ensuing on my ship. We all have to get along for the greater good.”

It wouldn’t take long for Grayson to arrive - it never did. Not when he got all riled up. She had linked with the wolf since coming to something of an agreement with the wolves. Even now she could sense his fury, that rolling fire. “Oh, sweetness, you feel like fire,” Vittoria greeted, lounging back into the silk chaise, blue eyes sharp as she watched him approach.

“Get out of my way,” Grayson growled as he came through the entrance. One vampire nearly tried to stop him, but another held him back knowing Vittoria was expecting him. A storm of anger raged inside of him as he made his ways towards her room. Barging in, his eyes narrowed towards the vampire. “You had no right. Do you realize the position you have put me in?”

Nadia frowned slightly, hearing the tone of his voice. They were both tired, the running wasn’t helping either of them. “Once we get within the range of the new kingdom you will be safe. No witches can cross the border,” she told him gently,”only a few more days. I promise.”

Although he has been on the planet Earth for a few weeks now, Vanya still found it difficult to get used to being awake when the sun was still up and sleeping when all his brothers and sisters in the skies were wide awake and shining. “I know,” he pouted. “Will you be able to cross into the other kingdom?”

Lana had started calling the man in front of by his given name of James. It felt to personal to call him Bucky and she knew he hated the idea of being the Winter Solider. It was the best choice at the moment until they both figured out more about him. “What exactly is the plan here, James? Try to remember what they forced you to forget and then what?” She asked as they headed to the room. She placed the key in the door before stepping inside. The blonde deflated a bit at seeing only one bed. She was so over the motel rooms.

Bucky placed his hands on his faced and started rubbing his forehead. Right now, he had no actual plan. “What do you want me to say Lana? Right now, I am trying to make sure you stay safe and figure out who I am.” As they entered the room, his eyes accessed the danger threat and then he headed over to the chair next to the window and sat down. “How are you handling everything?”

Theodore flinched at his brother’s words, hands gripping tight the mediscanner. He said nothing for a moment, unsure how he could even address the anger in his brother’s voice. “If believing that helps,” he mumured softly. The truth was he had become a doctor for him - perhaps his father had set him on this path but he enjoyed helping people. He enjoyed it all. It had disappointed his father when he had chosen to follow his career in the Alliance and not the private sector but he had needed to feel as if he had chosen something.

“Yes, I uh, Vera gave us a list of crew. I didn’t want to… I didn’t think you would want to see me.” Which was something of an understatement. And he’d been a coward. Just like he had back with father, he was a coward. He grimaced a little at his brother’s crass words, but a slight hint of amusement danced on his features. As requested he grabbed some antibiotics. “You should have a full scan. The majority of your crew has already had theirs. Your Captain is remaining… difficult however.”

“It is not necessarily a belief, but rather an observation.” There was a hint of jealousy of his brother. Since he was a child, he wanted to be everything their parents planned out for them. But some questionable decisions as a teenager and coming out to his father changed all of that. It made him rather cold towards anyone who might show any affection towards him.

“Not sure what you want me to say to that.” All this time being away, Rufus did miss his siblings. In the beginning he came to visit here and there, but eventually disappeared. It seemed easier on everyone or at least he told himself that. “I don’t need a full scan; I already know what is wrong with me. I put my dick in somewhere it didn’t belong.” At the mention of King, Rufus chuckle, “good luck with her.”

Antonia had never been one to hide her feelings - she had little in the way of brain to mouth filter and it had often got her in trouble on the ship.Sort of. Everyone had become used to her blunt honest and crude ways. It had got her in more trouble on this ship - everyone treated the Brown Coats with distrust and in some ways out right hatred, a fact which Antonia hated. King had been forced to drag her off a number of times before words became fists.

“Oh, sugar, I will,” Antonia told him with a little grin. She’d had a crush on Rufus for as long as she could remember but she was also aware that nothing would ever happen. Didn’t mean she could enjoy the sight of him working out. She huffed, sorting out her hair instantly. “Even when we don’t know where we are?” she asked with a smile, leaning back against the wall. “They hate us. They don’t even know us and they hate us.”

One of Antonia’s most endearing personality traits was the fact she said whatever came to her mind. At least, it was one of Rufus’s favorite parts about her. It got the two of them into trouble more than once. Only time he disliked this little trait of hers was when she directed the brutal honesty towards him.

Rufus nodded, “I am home because you’re here with me. Trust me, even if you know where you are at and have people around you, you can still feel lost. At least here, I have you three to keep me grounded.” It was rare for him to get sentimental and he tended to only do it for her. “Fuck ‘em. And even though they hate us right now, the war is so far away the hatred will fade away. After all, we are all stuck with each other.”

#c: antonia #minus the sugar cube #she is so cute and rufus has such a weak spot for her

Part of Owen never wanted to leave - earth always seemed too heavy on his shoulders when he was down there but the weight of the stars was growing too much. They didn’t see as much action as they had as simple soldiers but the scars he carried were enough.

Sighing he scrubbed a hand over his face. “We’re not getting home without a miracle,” Owen said finally, voice somber for once. Fingers lightly picked at the arm of the chair. “I think our miracle was getting through the black hole in the first place.”

“And you blame her. You’re both fucking idiots. Woulda just been easier if you’d ended up with me y'know,” Owen teased, a hint of a smile playing around his lips. It was entirely jest - he loved Orion, viewed him as a brother but couldn’t imagine being with him.

“Yeah. You can. If it ends up at some point you can’t I’ll let you know. This isn’t what I signed up for but it is what it is. What about you?”

Since they were children they were best friends, Orion wanted to share everything in his life with Owen, which included his career. When he received news he would be a captain of his own ship, he requested Owen. Even when he noticed slight changes in his best friend, he ignored the underlining issues, because the idea of not having Owen by his side terrified him.

“Miracles happen,” he said though there were hints of doubt in his voice. “Maybe you are right, but as Captain I have to maintain hope for the crew. They have to know there is something to look forward to or who knows what could happen.”

Orion’s eyes shifted, he should have known Owen would be rather direct when it came to Vera, but even with the directness Owen managed to bring a slight smirk to his lips. “Tell me about it, but the gods have cursed me with liking women.” He joked.

Good, because I couldn’t do this without you. Orion thought to himself. “I don’t have a choice in the matter. King, is now second in command. A lot of our people are upset about the new ranks.”

#c: owen #orion needs owen by his side so bad #lol owen should make them get everything out on the table

“I know the new sights are exciting and all Vanya, but we cannot waste time in this town. The witches are tracking us.”

From the moment he met Nadia, the two have been on the run. Everything all around him was new and he his senses were overloaded. All he wanted to do was experience some things he witnessed from the sky. “I know, but when is it going to end?” He asked innocently.

“So I got the last available room, it’s not much but it is close to where you used to live. Brooklyn has changed a lot in the past seventy years but maybe a familiar structure will help jog your memory.”

The man stood there at the corner hiding in the shadows while Lana went inside to get a room. When she returned, his blue eyes met with hers. “Maybe,” he spoke softly. Talking was not his strong suit. Being Winter Solider, there was never a need for him to talk. Receive orders and follow them out was his life. Now, he was with Lana and unsure what he should call himself or where to start with his search of his identity. “Let’s go to our room.”

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