[Eyes Meme] "Hm... a clear ocean?"
“…Okay.”
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[Eyes Meme] "Hm... a clear ocean?"
“…Okay.”
✔
Send me ✔ and I will bold my preferences for your muse!
MY MUSE(S): Kali
DO I KNOW YOUR MUSE(S): yes | no | a little | tell me about your muse
SETTING: our verse | my verse | your verse | modern | alternate universe | other
PRE-ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIPS? yes | no | depends on the relationship
POSSIBLE RELATIONSHIPS: friends | classmate | co-worker | roommate | family, real or adopted | dating or blind date | married | friends with benefits | unrequited love | lending a hand | teacher - student | rivals | allies | partner-in-crime | enemies | protecter - guarded | business partners | spy - infiltrated | manipulator - manipulated | star-crossed | first meeting | other
I’M IN THE MOOD FOR: fluff | angst | horror | romance | humor | crime | hurt / comfort | action |supernatural | slice of life | crack | dark threads | light threads | any genre | multi-para | shorter para | one-line | any length | plotted threads | unplotted threads | other
FEEL FREE TO: message me ooc | message me ic | tell me your ideas | write a starter | answer one of my opens | send a meme | reblog this with your preferences - let’s find common interests!
The machine struggled through the path, gripping his left shoulder as he barely held onto whatever energy was left. No blood escaped; only the slight whirring of movement showed any indication of an injury. He didn’t know where he was, and worse yet, where he’d go to get proper repair work done: not many people knew how to fix up a robot. However, with his good arm in danger, he was worried.
His head whipped around for any signs of a possibility for aid, the distress alert sounding on a wavelength that could call for someone who knew how to access it. But this wasn’t Naga or Ion he was looking for: there had to be a candidate for this somewhere-- he couldn’t count this as a loss just yet.
✔ //Cuz why not?
Do I know your muse(s): yes | no | a little | tell me about your muse
Setting: our verse | my verse | your verse | modern | alternate universe | other
Pre-established relationships? yes | no | depends on the relationship
Possible relationships: friends | classmate | co-worker | roommate | family, real or adopted | dating or blind date | married | friends with benefits | unrequited love | lending a hand | teacher - student | rivals | allies | partner-in-crime | enemies | protecter - guarded | business partners | spy - infiltrated | manipulator - manipulated | star-crossed | first meeting | other
I’m in the mood for: fluff | angst | horror | romance | humor | crime | hurt / comfort | action | supernatural | slice of life | crack | dark threads | light threads | any genre | multi-para | shorter para | one-line | any length | plotted threads | unplotted threads | other
Feel free to: message me ooc | message me ic | tell me your ideas | write a starter | answer one of my opens | send a meme | reblog this with your preferences - let’s find common interests!
artimys
Send “Upsy Daisy” for my muse’s reaction to being carried bridal style by yours. Her eyes widened at the moment a pair of arms lifted her up smoothly. “Wha-!” Her arms frailed against the one who held her. “Let me go…!” Why must they always…?! “Just let me go!” Her hands pushed against his chest desperately. Why must they always…? “Leave me alone…!” Fingers clutched onto the clothing of his. Her voice cracked as bits of her walls crumbled away. Can’t they just…. “Leave me alone….” She didn’t want to go.
He stared. That’s all he could do, frozen at the edge of the door. He didn’t quite notice until a few seconds had passed, but he was shaking slightly. The quarter inhaled, the the minuscule seconds having seemed like hours as he began to walk towards the collapsed woman.
This wasn’t the Arti he had met some time ago. This was the shell of his companion. A ghost, at best. Nothing but a failing remnant of what once was.
It was somewhat instinct, scooping up the crumbling woman. What else can you do with broken glass? Surely you simply cannot leave it there... The idea had not, even for an instant, crossed Ran’s mind. She struggled, of course. Shards of a human being tend to be sharp. However, he wasn't quite concerned with himself at the moment. Even if he was cut to ribbons, he wouldn't let this happen.
He somewhat forcefully made her head go against his chest, cradling her like a lost child. His worn hand ended up running through the strands of her silver hair, tangling around his fingers. Ah.. He needed to get her out of here. Anywhere but here. Somewhere she hadn't been laid down like roadkill in,
he needed to hurry. This situation didn't seem urgent... Yet Ran felt it was. This wasn't healthy for her. Well, it was past that point but,
It didn't matter. She wasn't going to lay there and rot away.
Not with him there.
//mine?
my opinion on;
character in general: When I first saw the duo, I got attached not gonna lie. how they play them: From what I’ve interacted with, they’re really cool! the mun: I haven’t interacted too much OOC, but there’s some great ideas there!
do i;
follow them: I don’t know--rp with them: We had a thread previously but I’m not sure what happened to that--want to rp with them: Hell yeahship their character with mine: As always, it depends on what the mun wants to do.
what is my;
overall opinion: Really unique OCs with a really cool mun to think of them!
**Note: Mun’s answer are all to be completely honest. Don’t send url if you don’t want brutal honesty.
Talking about very important things.
Me: Grey, if you want a revenue source for the Mumble server? Just record everything that goes on here and podcast it.
Grey: Wait, blackmail?
Me: I didn't specify from which people the money was going to come from...
Flavor: You have to have shame to be blackmailed.
Rack: There's no shame in talking about Obama's sunburned, American nipples.
Artimys: Can he be sunburned? He's got a lot of melanin in his skin.
Rack: That's very thinly veiled racism.