#odo rp

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come give me attention? I wanna write my goo guy, so consider this a plotting call.

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Starter Call!

Open to any rp blog, any fandom, even if you're not following me yet! Interact with this post and I'll write you a quick starter.

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Plotting Call

You know how this works. Like or reblog or reply for me to come at you with some plot ideas.

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Starter Call

Gonna work on drafts in a bit, but I don't have many, so. Y'know. Hit me up for a starter from Odo. Or, if you want my Founder oc, you're welcome to specifically request that.

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Plotting Call

I wanna write my boy! Please let me write my boy!

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|| rules || bio || initiate ||

|| crossover and oc friendly ||

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Open Starter: Odo

The security office, as sad as others seemed to find it, had always been the one place that has truly felt like home to him. He'd worked and at least mostly lived there for years. He belonged there. It was safe. So, though it was deeply surprising to him, it would have been no surprise to any one of his friends that that was the place that, after the greatest loss of his life so far, he finally cried.

Odo had never cried before, but once it started, he couldn't stop. His eyes were leaking, his breath was catching unpleasantly, and his shoulders were shaking. It all felt entirely out of his control, which, when he considered it, only seemed to make things even worse.

At the office doors opening, he looked up sharply, his terribly uncontrolled breathing and wet face on display to whoever has decided to come find him at 02:30 hours. "Can- can I h-help you?" And prophets help him, he wasn't even in control of his voice, anymore. How did humanoids stand this?