#verse dependent

[gunbreathe]

       stares at with them big ol' eyes.

[7thfcrm]

just leave him here. on the ground. it's cool on the grass.

[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.

[pi-jessicajones]

Given that you asked for it, can you analyse how your version of Jessica has changed/developed in our Kilgrave threads? Both with the actual Kilgrave and the hallucination Kilgraves?

1. With actual kilgrave - Jessica didn’t actually develop under his control. If anything she regressed. She became his pet. She became his brat. She unwillingly entered his house and became his plaything. I wouldn’t be surprised if during this time he had her collared in some way. Her powers regressed and in fact she not only lost the ability to fly but her other powers were also impacted. It was how she ended up being stabbed in the neck, not only were her powers impacted but so was her ability to dodge attacks. I guess if she had been with him longer, it would have further impacted everything and she would never have recovered.

2. Hallucination Kilgraves - These Kilgraves are an extension of her psyche that admits to parts of herself that she could never admit to herself. And while they are all part of her and she has to hear them constantly, she doesn’t always follow through with their wants and wishes. Kilgrave A) the one who tried to keep her alive is the most reasonable and she has had to admit that this one is right. Even though she doesn’t want him to be. Kilgrave B) is the murdering Kilgrave. He is way more like the actual Kilgrave and he disgusts her. Kilgrave A) is more like Kevin Thompson before his parents fucked him up whereas Kilgrave B) is the one who kept her as a pet for over two years.