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//Things are going to be a bit slow-going because of finals & graduation
Please reblog if you ACTUALLY read people's about pages.
It has come to my attention that some individuals take absolutely no effort to read about a character first before accusing a player of being off canon.
Meanwhile the character is being played precisely as the character should be based on that character’s storyline in the about page.
Please reblog if you are not one of these people.
@snakeprxnce
The ground was littered in bullets and carnage. Bodies strewn about through ground belonged to those of the BLU team and Lyosha could already see Respawn working hard at bringing their bodies back. Particularly difficult battles came with a costly end, where bodies would be the only decorations left over.
Taking care, Lyosha uses the back of his hand to dab at the wound on his forehead, seeping blood from where a Sniper had taken a last-minute swipe at him.
But he had still come out on top.
Not so fat and slow now, huh?
Breathing out a heady sigh, Lyosha listened as the last few seconds ticked away to nothing; the Administrator called the end of the fight, which left Lyosha more than pleased to head back to base, rather than waste his time dealing with the fleeing Blu mercenaries.
The snake-spy grew more and more fatigued as he heard the Administrator counting down. Now that he thought about it, it wasn’t the old hag’s voice that was causing his unease, it was the fact that the sun was finally setting. The entity that seemed to awaken him, and his hunger, by it’s rise was finally setting behind the mountains, leaving him dizzy and tired.
He never knew what happened when he blacked-out, and he wasn’t sure if he wanted to know. He hoped he just slept and no one tried to wake him it seemed. In the past, he’s managed to get somewhere safe and away from civilization before he did pass out, but this time he doesn’t think he’s going to be as lucky.
The Naga-Spy slithered passed puddles and appendages and screaming victims of slaughter, seeing doubles of each in his path. On wobbly scales, he quickly heads for the opening of a building close by. If he could just...
He manages to slide under the garage door of the RED base before it closed once again.
Coiling slightly, it wasn’t long before his vision grew dark as the room spun and he felt the cold concrete floor disappear underneath his scales. Now there’s just a coiled half-snake Spy passed out face-first in the middle of the hallway.
‘how do i interact with you’
write me a starter. send me an ask. punch me in the fucking face i don’t care just write with me
🐙
The tentacled Sammy was sitting in the pool angry as her black and red tentacles moved about. Her gills moved about as she breathed. “I need food….did you bring my sushi?”
Do I look like a waiter?
[Nonetheless, he sets down a plate of sashimi on the edge of the pool. Freshly caught and cut.]
How long have you been like thisss, anyway?
[He settles down near the edge, but far away enough to hopefully not get splashed.]
Send my character weird anons.
Creepy anons, generally weird ones, you name it!
Reblog if...
Your blog is anon-friendly
Your blog is magical-anon-friendly
Your blog is open to starters aimed at them
Your blog willing to respond to open starters
Your blog is open to questions about headcanons
Ask about my Muse's children
🌱- When is their birthday? Where were they born? What was the time of day? 🔠- Who named them? What does their name mean? 💤- Was it difficult to get them to fall asleep at night? 🌀- Were they a social, giggly baby? Or were they a shy baby who did not like forced socialization? 🍳- What is their favorite childhood dish? 🐻- Did they have a favorite teddy bear/stuffed animal? 🏡- What kind of environment did they grow up in? Was it in a rural or farmlike home? Or did they grow up in the cities? Or were they a small town/suburban child? 👦🏻- What was preschool/kindergarten like? 👧🏻- What was elementary/middle school like? 👱🏻♀️- What was high school/college like? 🌋- How often did they get caught doing something bad? 🌡- Did they get sick a lot as a child? Did they ever have to go to the hospital for any reason? 🎀- What kinds of games/activities did they like to play? 🎏- Did they have a lot of friends? Can you describe a few? 💢- Did they ever have a rebellious phase? ❓- Did they ask a lot of questions when they were younger? Did they like to explore the world? 🗯- How well did they get along with their siblings? 🔷- Free question!
"I don't believe we've met. Might I have a name?" @silverrrabbit
@silverrabbbit
[Nearly jumps out of his skin, a pissed off hiss following.]
…Don’t sssneak up on sssomeone like that.
[Pause. Looks the stranger over.]
Dependsss. Who’sss asssking?
“Marvin O’Hare. My footfalls were somewhat medium volume. Now I’ve told you my name, might I have yours? It’s only fair.”
A sleazy grin followed, holding his hand out to shake.
...Zed.
[Shakes hands, albeit hesitantly. A forked snake tongue flicks out and in silently.]
What an odd scent...
What brings you, Mr O’Hare?
"I don't believe we've met. Might I have a name?" @silverrrabbit
@silverrabbbit
[Nearly jumps out of his skin, a pissed off hiss following.]
…Don’t sssneak up on sssomeone like that.
[Pause. Looks the stranger over.]
Dependsss. Who’sss asssking?
If you are a TF2 SPY RP’er, and want to go on a list of them, please reblog this post, oui? Baguettes? Hon hon?
In the tags, or in a comment, please say if you’re a RED, BLU, NO/DIFF. Team, or a MULTI-MUSE. (multi-muse overrides color but you can put both if you want. Team pride and all that.)
Also note if your muse is a FEMMERC, NOT FULLY HUMAN, or BOTH.
Also note if your muse is an OC or CANON character.
If you’re not sure what to tag, go with your gut. It can always be changed later.
If you just want to boost this post, but don’t want to be on a list, please tag it with “Not me”, “Not it”, “Boost”, or don’t tag it at all.
Any untagged/uncommented reblogs will have to be ignored.
You can find the list here.
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If you still have questions about this, message the blog here.
{ @bleubelly has awoken the prxnce}
[After one look at the other, he shrinks back with a loud hiss, reptilian eyes wide.]
No… not you.
A slight tilt of the head followed by a small smirk.
“Is this how you say hello to an old friend? Oi’m hurt, mate. Oi’m truly hurt.”
You were never a friend! You ate me alive!
[Shudders at the memory. Takes a few steps away.]
Sstay away from me.
{ @bleubelly has awoken the prxnce}
[After one look at the other, he shrinks back with a loud hiss, reptilian eyes wide.]
No... not you.
{ @herecxmestheboom has awoken the prxnce}
[Hiss.]
Hello again.
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