If the Soulmate thing is still on, maybe GamJane or DirkJane to where Jane is absolutely against the fact that that GUY is her soulmate. Cue the whole run around with them either trying to make her see sense or they're cool with it and stay friends until one night she admits that yes, she does like them but they weren't what she thought of something silly or that she doesn't deserve anyone. Because i like sad Jane I'm sorry!! It's shitty but oh well. Or what if Dirk is famous and she has (pt.1)
pt.2), his name is on her wrist and all these years he's kept it secret about the name on his wrist or the soulmate color of the stone he wears around his neck and a reporter finds it and they have this nationwide search and they find this adorable young baker in Washington who has an orange Dirk/stone on her and he's like "Well, fuck." She's bombarded in reporters and has to escape from them quite often. I hope you like some of these and can work with them! Thanks for reading :3
holy crap on a stick, hun. XD I only have energy for one, sooo--
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Your name is Jane Crocker and gee willikers.
It’s not something you like to spread around that the name on your wrist is Dirk Strider and the stone on a chain around your neck matches his eye color. That’s partially the reason you were homeschooled! That, and an overprotective father, but he has his reasons and his reasons go back to your soulmate tokens.
And yet…somehow…there’s a horde of news crews outside of the bakery.
You went in through the back door today on a whim and are very glad. Roxy and Callie are ogling at the crowd, who appear to be waiting on someone. As soon as you step behind the counter the crowd goes nuts, beating against the windows and shouting.
You take an involuntary step back.
“Miss Crocker, is it true you’re Dirk Strider’s soulmate?” someone howls clearly through the glass, and you feel faint. Surely they couldn’t have found out. Who would…?
Regardless, this is a gross invasion of your privacy and you can’t run a business like this.
You do the only sensible thing and call the police. Luckily, Jake picks up, and manages to get the reporters cleared as far back as the other side of the street so you can open up shop.
All day, however, is bedlam—it seems like there are hordes of people streaming in, with Jake and Roxy doing the best they can to weed out the nutjobs here to invade into your personal life, but they just don’t stop coming. It’s your best and worst business day. One girl actually lunges across the counter, screaming obscenities and how much you don’t deserve to be Mr. Strider’s soulmate. That shakes you up so badly you retreat into the pantry for a while. When you come back out, Callie is locking the door and Roxy is sweeping.
“Closed up early for today,” Callie says apologetically. “It seemed to be a greater toll on you than necessary.”
You simply nod and collapse into a chair, covering your eyes and biting back exhausted, frustrated tears.
There’s a quiet tap at the door, and Roxy gasps. You look up and see a face you’ve only ever seen on TV. What on earth is Dirk Strider doing here, wearing a hoodie and round-lensed sunglasses?
You stare dumbfounded as he sheepishly waves.
“Could I come in?” he asks as Callie warily cracks the door open. “I have some apologies to make.”
“Let him in,” you say faintly, and Dirk nods his thanks to Callie as she opens the door just wide enough for him to slip in. He pushes his hood back and fusses a little with his hair as he sits across from you.
“This is a cute shop,” he says, and you nod.
“Thank you.”
Awkward silence.
“So…I’m Dirk.”
“Yes, I know,” you say, and then want to smack yourself. “I’m Jane.”
“I know,” he says, quirking a half-smile and pushing the sleeve of his hoodie back. There, written in neat curly blue script, is your name: Jane Crocker. He also flashes the soulmate token around his neck, also blue, the precise shade of your eyes. “I want to apologize for that disgusting vulture display today.”
“Surely that wasn’t your fault,” you say, surprised that you’re not starstruck so much as shy. That’s…really your name, isn’t it? And he’s really Dirk. It’s. Wow.
“It is a little bit. Some media intern broke into my dressing room and snapped a picture of me. I happened to be a little naked at the time.” His wry grin tells you that said intern was not very kindly escorted away from the premises. “Managed to get my wrist in the shot. Tracked you down, and then today happened.”
“Oh,” you say.
You both stare at the table between you for a little while. You’re not sure what to say.
“That said,” he says finally, “I’d like to pay you for the damages today.”
“Damages?” you ask dumbly. “It’s—really, nothing that major was broken, just a few decorations—”
“I want to pay for them,” he says firmly. He shuffles around in his hoodie pockets and pulls out his phone. “And I want to give you my number. In case this happens again.”
“Don’t you have a shoot or something in Los Angeles to be at?” you ask, not because you’ve been following his career or anything, you just happened to see it on the news. Yes. That’s it. He grins again. You are surprised at how much he smiles. In his photo shoots and interviews he rarely does anything of the kind.
“I’m Dirk Strider,” he says. “I do what I want.” He slides his phone across the table. “Give me your phone. We can swap contact info.”
You hand it over, and once the deed is done you put your phone in your pocket again like it’s made of gold.
“Thanks,” you say, because what else is there to say? “I really appreciate you coming up here.”
“No problem,” he says, and looks at your display cases. “Got anything left?”
“Stale things,” you say. “If you have a moment, sit tight; I can whip up something fresh.”
“That’s not—” he protests, and you stand, retying your apron strings with vigor.
“It is,” you say. “On the house.”
He takes a tentative forkful of your freshly-baked red velvet cake and you can see, behind his shades, that his eyes go wide.
“Marry me,” he says hazily, and you laugh.
“I am serious,” he says, and pushes his shades up. Your breath catches a little. His eyes are the exact color of the ink on your wrist and the stone around your neck. “Marry me, Jane. Run away with me and let’s make little gingerbread babies. I will eat everything you make ever. I will get so fat they’ll fire me from modeling forever. Jane,” he says, grasping your hands, and it causes your hysterical laughter to sputter a little, “we were just meant to be. I’ll build you a house with a high-tech kitchen. You’ll have robots doing your baking bidding. Bunny robots.”
You smile. “Bunny robots? However could I resist?”
“With a double-decker stove and a toaster,” he says.
“Ooh, Mr. Strider.”
You don’t get married that weekend. You barely know each other. But every other Sunday he comes up to Washington and you make him a new dessert. He praises it in his curiously long-winded way and then you talk and joke and jibe for hours.
Eventually, he does build you a house. There is a robot bunny.
Did you get married? That’s private information, buster!
here are the few pictures I took of other people who weren't my friends, they were all really nice and we played BS with the Mituna and Calliope along with a Mom Lalonde who i never got a picture of, sadly. But It was so fun meeting them!!
napology said: i agree a lot of karkat roleplayers don’t give you a lot to work with and that annoys me so much like. with anyone that doesn’t give you much to work with it’s so impossible for me to rp with those people?? when i karkat i try to actually be Productive
yeah i feel that, especially when i say that id like to see multi-para responses and all
luxycaptor answered: Usually for me it’s John’s.
i sadly don't get to rp w/ a lot of johns even if i say its okay, so i wouldn't know if this is true :00
phandomstruck answered: Karkat’s a snarky dude. He don’t got time to be giving a lecture *cough* unlike someone we know *cough*
its not even script style its para style in which all they type is 'Karkat yelped and fell back as the demon, Sollux, jumped on him.' thats literally a response i got once and i just... how do you reply to that?
crabbygenetics answered: As a Karkat RPer, I’m not sure how that keeps happening. Writing long-winded ramblings and rants shouldn’t leave much room for 1 liners IMO.
i don't know either! it's not even like it's 'oh yeah write a kankri-length thing pls' like, getting what i posted above to a good chunky multi-paragraph response?? i dont have issues w/ script much because i dont do it as often, so there's no room for excuse if you answer a prompt asking for multi-para responses and respond w/ a one-liner
64grimmulqui64 answered: Not necessarily so because I happened to role play with a well-written Karkat before. I think you’re just finding the wrong roleplayers Dx
don't get me wrong i've rped w/ some pretty amazing karkats before... its just... they shouldn't respond if i specifically ask for a lot of length? like if you know you can't deliver on it don't respond?
scareubplay: It’s not fair to hate on people for wanting a certain length. If you know you can’t type that much, don’t response to their prompt. There are some prompts that ask for a ton of writing that were good and I just had to say no to. I can’t do twelve paragraph rps no matter how much I want to. I just don’t have that kind of time on my hands.
i think you're missing the point...
i normally crank out starters and i rarely respond to them bc most times they don't interest me, even in something like skype rping 99% of the time i'm the one starting the rp and i usually say i would like chunky responses
i like role-playing with people who i know will be able to give good-lengthed replies
if i go to respond to something there's a good chance i'll only respond to starters that have a good length requirement, since i have an idea i won't get any short, hard to respond to replies. if i'm posting a prompt i always make sure to include that i'd like no one/two liners or anything like that?
it's when i get those really tiny replies on responses i've made where i've clearly stated i would like para/multi-para responses that im posting about
really tho im just annoyed because ive clearly stated to not respond with small replies but they do it anyways thats mainly what that was about
