Jul 13, 2017
Forgive me if you've already answered this but... are you going to Gen Con this year?
No, I’m not. I’m sad because it’s the 50th, but I just can’t make it this year.
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Forgive me if you've already answered this but... are you going to Gen Con this year?
No, I’m not. I’m sad because it’s the 50th, but I just can’t make it this year.
Hiya :) just saw your post about RP and would frikin love some more threads on my rp blog, intrepidolivia... especially another Negan thread cause I'm greedy :3 if you like the looks of my OC, and would be open to a thread, I'd love it. Otherwise thanks for looking, and I'll look forward to reading your blog!
Hell yeah, love your actress choice btw. Send me in a starter and i’ll get to back to you ASAP :D <3
Hi There! Could I sign up for a fic slot? I'd love to do the Little Red Riding Hood fic. :) I'll post it on my rp/fanfiction blog intrepidolivia if that's okay :)
Hey! You can most certainly sign up for that prompt! I’ll put you down for one of the slots. Thanks for joining the challenge! :D
On mobile so can't do the heart symbol thingies for quality but have bunches!!
Awwwww, thanks!
eldritchmortician I would love to! My character is an OC herself, so of course I'm open to it!
"Look at me - just breathe, okay?" (For maggiemissesthedoctor, if it's ok for an OC to hop on one of these :) )
The angel hears a voice speaking to him, though he can’t make out the words. All he can focus on is the image of a woman, one of his own sisters, getting closer to him. He can’t move. He’s trapped. An all new, horrible fear washes over him; an emotion so strong that he’s never felt before.
Hold still now, Castiel.
She’s in front of him, armed with a small, metal device. He struggles, though it’s useless. He’s stuck, a pig waiting for slaughter. The woman lowers the device to his head, and he’s immediately greeted with an agonizing pain that feels as if white-hot knifes are being driven into every nerve ending of his body.
As soon as it had started, the image — as well as any memory of it — had gone. He’s left in a crumbled, trembling heap, gripping at his fear feverishly.
“…What’s happening to me?”