#verse dependent

[aozhenzhu]

small interaction / one - liner call ?

[gunbreathe]

       stares at with them big ol' eyes.

[7thfcrm]

"you have got to be KIDDING ME!!!!!" he was moments off of throwing his switch against the wall. he had been spending so much time on this hunt for a shiny baltoy just for it to burst out of the ball and use explosion.

"THAT'S IT! I'M DONE WITH EVERYTHING! SIX MONTHS OF THIS HUNT AND THIS IS WHAT I GET?!"

[glitchexmachina]

Open RP

"Okay, we have given space for people who want to watch the parade and the real show, the MST3K Turkey Day Marathon is running in the main room. All are welcome, whether you observe Thanksgiving or just want a good meal, but please be aware Gundloch is hosting and he's very staunch in the rules of good host/guest relations. Violations of these rules will be met with consequences." "If you wish to fight," Gundloch added, "save your battle lust for after dinner 'fight with toy swords'. Last two standing get to pull wishbone. Winner of that gets first in line for dessert."

[a-girl-named-angel]

Which Type of Love Interest Would You be in a Dating Simulator?

The sweetheart with an enigmatic dark past

You're always polite and kind with others. That makes people feel comfortable around you and many would consider you a close friend. However, you seldom feel connected with those around you. You feel like they don't know you, the real you, and they never will because you'll never allow them. It takes a great amount of time and trust for you to show yourself as you truly are, because you repress most of your feelings and desires, and mask them with a calm and collected personalty. It just seems easier that way, safer. But remember that if you bottle everything up, it will explode one day, maybe in ways you aren't proud of.

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[prettytm]

A. West.

Friend, lover, husband, missing person.

The ring he had once worn on his finger now swings from a chain around his neck, joining dog tags he's worn since he left the service. One engraved with his own name and the other stolen from a sleeping solider. All three a reminder of vows broken. Each a bitter, bloody Memento Mori. Should he even be surprised?

Love never lasts long for him and he's beginning to assume it never will. Just another name that engraved itself into his heart but would be lost to the sands of time. How fitting that physically he's branded as well, marked twice over, a name carved into his flesh and black and red ink discoloring the space between his shoulder blades. Marks from and for a man he had given the rest of his soul to. A man that without any explanation was gone. What a mind fuck that was.. Quiet plans for the future one day and the next.. An empty bed, a house void of anyone but himself. He had searched for months but the trail wasn't just cold.. It never existed. Did his husband ever exist? Or had he been a fever dream turned nightmare? Either case.. The man had been real to him and his mourning was a dark, linger hurricane that more often than not stole his voice and crippled his actions. He's been broken before but this was new, this was.. Tomorrow, the day after that and the year following that tomorrow would come as surely as the sun rises and Billy Russo can only hope that with those passing days the pain would dull into an ever present ache.

[theiinkwiitch]

Clyde awakes with a start, trembling horribly as the only sound that echos through the room was the sound of his own lungs heaving for air. His eyes dart around the room before he looks down at his hands. No ink... But why does it feel like it’s still there... That dream... was it real? Was it just a night terror? A memory. He doesn’t know... He doesn’t know his own mind anymore...! 

His rapid breaths devolve into horrid sobs, ink pouring from his eyes, completely unaware of the person that he just woke up....

Open starter based on this asked: XXX

[goldencardinal]

Hunter sat curled up on his bed in his room with Rascal perched on his shoulder and a pillow clutched to his chest with his chin resting upon it. Wrapped around him was a blanket, a pale blue sweater he regularly stole from his boyfriend peaking out from under it. At the foot of his bed was a crystal ball, playing a cartoon he was vaguely paying attention to, his mind wandering off to other things, causing him to draw to pillow closer to him.