#((sorry again!))

[kidkold]

OOC

((Since I only have one more “Draw my muse” ask left, I will get to it and all of my replies tomorrow! Sorry for taking my time to get to replies!))

[pops-and-kids]

((Is Ko-Fi like paypal? I want to support a lot of people, but the only two times I used paypal I got hacked both times and I don’t want to risk that again. Sorry for asking, but I haven’t looked into Ko-Fi as deeply as I feel I should and it may be easier to just ask here.))

[x-de-con-struct-ed-x--arch]

@somebluebotsandbadjokes - [x]

Drogon’s optics light up, the dragonlet whipping his helm upwards, sending the metal flying off. In response to his neck being freed, Drogon promptly whips around, scorching the bands around his wings.

“Bad! Bad bad bad metal, no like! Want food.”

He grumbles, apparently not caring that he’s still in enemy territory.

“Bud, we’ll get you some fuel. We need to find your sister first.”

Turquoise says in the most unscolding tone imaginable.

“Easy, calm down and don’t--” Ironhide begins, only to huff in defeat. Apparently Drogon’s got the other bands taken care of. Hopefully the bitlet won’t burn himself.

Giving a groan, Ironhide rolls himself away from the hole in the wall and onto his back to look up at Turquoise. Sister. Right. Just how many kids does Turquoise have again? He should probably ask. Instead he rolls again, enough for him to pull himself back to his pedes with another groan. He’s too old for this scrap.

“Alright,” he says once fully upright. “What next?”

[thedetectiveoftheisland]

((I'm back!))

((Sorry I disappeared last night on you guys, I had to go out with my roommate as we went to go get some Kobe and watch the new Star wars.

 But anyway, I'm home and on my computer now so let's get back to it!

 So uh, who's doin' what right now?))

[obmafia-hp-blog]

"Hey, what's it gonna be today?" -Indie Roleplay Blog featuring Chiquita from Rebornica's webcomic...

((Mun: I actually do not like doing this a second time but you know.

Hey guys, this is my other roleplay account chiquitas-diner! I'm sure you guys already saw that post, but I guess this is just a kinda just in case thing. Ask box is open, so send messages if you want to! It might take me a little bit to figure out Chiquita, but I'm sure I can do it! The blog is sfw, oc friendly, and the muse is a bit nicer than the one I have now.

Go check it out if you want to! If you can't find where the ask box is, just hit the I in the circle next to the blog title! Thanks for your time, have a nice day!))

[saria-the-phoenix]

Not a Monster

Saria was more focused on escaping the handcuffs that had been put on her, rather then where they were going. The shifter had been captured by the British government when she tried to complete an order for her so called 'master'  In reality, she was glad she was caught...maybe they would kill her and she would be free of the mad man....her family would be free...  She never wanted to work for him, but she really had no other choice, it wasn't like there was anything in it for her either. She was kept in a cage, fed once every two days so it would be easier for Moriarty to access her blood lust when in her other form. Closing her eyes, a sigh passed her lips. There was no use in trying to escape these men that were dragging her go God knows where, for she would just be escaping into another prision, wouldn't she?

[ask-le-sympa-francais-blog]

((I'm logging off now, I'll continue all my RPs tomorrow when I'm at the airport or late at night tomorrow~))

[asktheoldcoot-blog]

+what-makes-a-Jedi

The old woman tried to fiddle with the internals of her holoterminal again in an attempt to get it working. Sparks flew from the thing, along with a series of alarming beeps, and she cursed violently and angrily.  Sighing as she stood up, Jolene made a note to have either Davin or a decent repair droid take a look at it, as she kept telling herself to do over and over again. Damned glitchy thing. She knew she shouldn't have gotten this model.  In annoyance, she kicked the irritating machine. The terminal abruptly whirred to life, and the old woman looked up in surprise, seeing a hologram of somebody appear. That shouldn't have happened, because the thing was supposed to only work for Council members, but--it was too glitchy for that to be an impossibility that she had somehow contacted someone else. "Hello?" the old woman asked the hologram, curious. She was always curious.