#mini rp

[fierylittleniece]

"What do you call the opposite of a glow up? Because what the fuck is this? I didn't even say anything that bad."

[crowned-relapse-king]

@radiatorchains

Even when he received Jains reply, it wasn't enough. Despite the distance, Julian could feel the vehemence in the text.

The man made one more attempt, dialing the phone number and hitting the call button, waiting that the shifter would answer.

[sweetandsourstalker]

His mindset is definitely more focused on the class assignment but also the type who would give free food to any of his fellow classmates, regardless of what sort of clique they may be apart of. Well, so long as the person wouldn't mind being approached. He gives a light shrug, "So far, the critique scale is one through three - needs work, ok, or good." Difficult to check from the current angle but there aren't any ones and he hopes to keep it that way. Just messy initials and numbers. "Nothing's burnt of overly sweet so I like my chances." The brunette snickers at his own joke and offers a smile. - his!kit

Yen took the cupcake with a very, very slight smile. "Alright. I can do one to three. Though I think you're getting an unfair advantage with me..." they undid a part of the foil, "...if this is lemon. Which it smells like it is."

"..."

Once they'd swallowed, Yen averted their eyes and smiled a little stronger. Dammit. "It's...pretty good. So. I guess I'd give it a three. But again, you got a bonus."

[marzipanandminutiae]

Oh, a daughter! So you found love again, had children? Do tell!

Found love? Probably not the way you mean it. Alan and I married, but I never felt anything other than deep friendship for him, and he knew that. We were very happy together, and I did love him in that regard. But as for romance...I'm afraid that, having never held it as a high priority, I wasn't inclined to look for it again after Thomas.

My children...they were the best things that ever happened to me.

I adopted them. There was an orphanage in Manhattan that I'd donated rather a lot of money to, and the directress invited me to visit in person. May 18th, 1912- I still remember the date.

Beatrice was six and Alistair was four. They were siblings; their father gave them up after their mother died. He was busy, he apparently said, and couldn't have two brats underfoot while he was trying to work. What the work was, I never did find out. I'm not sure the directress knew.

(He did say Bea was named after "some Italian writer's wife;" I presume he meant Dante's beloved. I won't lie- the name did give me pause. But plenty of girls and women have it, after all.)

Their parents weren't hurting them anymore, if anything had ever been amiss. They knew and played with other children, and studied in the orphanage's little schoolroom. It was a better place than many such, hence my patronage. They weren't isolated by any means.

But Alistair was clinging to her hand, and she had angled her body to shift him behind her, and I couldn't help being reminded of other, long-ago children, equally devoted, for whom help never came.

I couldn't save them. I could save these two- not separate them, but make sure they were loved. So I did. Alan wasn't sure at first, but he came around almost as soon as he met them.

They were miracles. Both so clever and so full of life. Bea decided to be a writer, like me, but ended up shifting into journalism. Alistair never had any grand ambitions- he was content to set up housekeeping with, of all people, Eunice's son Samuel. They lived outside of Boston and grew prize-winning roses.

Obviously they've both passed on now, but that only means we get to be together. And Bea's children, and her children's children, are still out there changing the world in their own small ways.

Thomas, when I see him, asks after them every time.

(Edith Cushing’s ghost is trapped in a summoning circle at some teenagers’ slumber party and compelled by Occult Forces to answer their questions.)

[kezi-likes-undertale]

Mini rp?

Here is how it's gonna work!

Ok I'm gonna try something a little different! One story, One skelly, but all can play!

This is Comment to play, aka chat room style rp in the comments section. One of the skelly's (Red for this experiment) is gonna 'add y'all to a chat room' in the master post and then you message them (comment) to play the story out. And if any events happen I'll reblog with a story section.

I have no idea if this will work so it's a total experiment! I just hope y'all will enjoy it ^_^

[kezibun]

She laughed at his answer before gently squeezing him three times. "Alright love, alright, I'll settle down with my scandalous thoughts for you." She kissed the side of his skull, and just held him for a bit, letting him work through the fluster she gave him.

It takes him a long minute to calm down... he just cuddles you for a while. He then takes a deep breath, and kisses your cheek. "Um.... Sorry about that love." He mumbles...

[hxrderthansteel]

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Hardman sighs, rubbing his face; he's so bad at this. ...A tummy rub sounds nice right about now.

@cowardly-bright

[bouncingaround]

Apologies

Fuse walked along the beach, the water hitting his sandy feet. This wasn't just any beach. It was Splash's beach. And he was looking for her.

"Splash! Splash! Splash where are you?!"

@splash-from-the-past