*gives flower* : D
“Oh-? For me—? Thank you..it’s very pretty!-“
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*gives flower* : D
“Oh-? For me—? Thank you..it’s very pretty!-“
Evil Jax you're just adorable! *squishes Evil Jax's cheeks*
H- Hehehe!
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Stranger Things Roleplay | Rory Culkin as Eddie "The Banished" Munson
It’s forced conforming. That’s what’s killing the kids- that’s the real monster.
Open starter for anyone 18+ OOC/IC. I prefer roleplaying on Facebook if anyone has a roleplay account as that’s where my roleplay account is but I can use email, Kik messenger or maybe Google Hangouts. I’ve been writing for 10+ years.
Geralt sat close to the fire, his back to the woods (hut hut) (a reference from the show, couldn’t help myself). In his pale, calloused hands were an ancient fire poker and a roasting stick, presumably some type of bratwurst on the other end. The flames cackled, popped, sizzled, squealed and snapped as the fat from the dead animal caused the heat to intensify in the heart of the fire.
Above the flames hung a larger dutch oven which hung from three wooden poles in a teepee style. The oven had many, many chips, dents and dings in it from generations of use. It only made each meal more enjoyable to the White Wolf. Humans valued possessions like these so much. It was humorous to him.
The smell of corned beef, onions, potatoes and Barley drifted through the woods as sunset took over the sky. It smelled of curry, cumin, garlic and onion powder with salt and pepper mixed in.
Geralt’s piercing yellow eyes reflected the small amount of light that went into his pupils, making it look like they were shining or glowing. He at his side had a small pitcher of locally produced ale, one of honey and blueberries he’d preserved over the summer and taken with him in Roach’s saddlebag.
His head snapped up and turned around nearly 200° in a very inhuman manner as he heard someone approach his camp. The male immediately drew his weapon and stood up quickly, not knowing if it was friend or foe who was approaching.
“State your name and business. Don’t come any closer.” His gruff voice set him apart from anyone else.
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Roleplay Call!
Hello, your dear Cullen hear needs some good old fashioned roleplay! I lose angst, romance, smut, and so forth. Be warned, I stay true to game lore as cemented that Cullen is straight and sticks to the elves or humans. It’s just a personal preference as well, though I do not shove hate anyone’s way!
I have discord I prefer to use so once we can chat, we can start a thread there and go on! Hope to hear from some!
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