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kenster-allen

*Incoherent noises* “Erp…That one burned…”

wickedlilgypsy

"You gonna share?"

#kenster-allen

sortalike7-eleven

The MacManus brothers were no strangers to McGinty’s. It was one of the first places that they found coming to the States, that had invoked even the slightest feeling of home for them. Of course, there was the comfort of having one another, but a place that they felt at ease in and among friends was always a nice bonus. They’d already been there for an hour or so, it was hard to really keep track of time between pints and shots… not that it really mattered to the Irishmen. A voice sounded, causing Murphy to look up at the source, then back down at his glass at the question. Giving it a little tip in his hand, watching the little bit of liquid left in it move with the tilt, he made a small face, considering the choice. Blue hues glanced back up to the woman, a slightly drunken smile pulling at the corner of his lips, “Anot’er stout?”

wickedlilgypsy

Watching the male decide on his choice, Fiona's hand made it's way to her neck, scratching lightly at her skin. Once the beverage left his lips, she got right to work, grabbing a large mug and filling it with the dark liquid. A sigh left her lips as she turned around, passing the drink to the dark haired fellow who ordered it. "You been in Boston long?" she asked, letting her curiosity get the best of her. It didn't hurt to try and be friendly, and the lad didn't seem like he'd bite if she asked. Moving to help the next person over, she kept most of her attention on him, fixing them a glass of whiskey. "You both are brothers right? The ones Doc is always cooing about?" she grabbed two shot glasses on her way back to face him, pouring them both a shot of whiskey on the house.

#sortalike7eleven #sorry it's messy.

skunkbxy-archive-deactivated201

"It’s okay!" Niall squeaked at the female from the ground, hands gently cupped around the once unconscious bird. He had dealt with birds many times—his smell didn’t go down well with their tiny noses, and he often knocked them out. He would never leave one just lying there, though. They weren’t dead but they could easily be should a hungry cat come along. From one animal to another, right? "It’s fine. It’s fine."

As he lifted himself he slowly rubbed the small bird’s back and neck, and eventually, it popped open its eyes and thrashed around in his hand. With a short inhale he thrusted his hands into the air and released his grip, and off it went, a little shaky but in good condition. Niall nodded, happy to see it was a successful revive, and brushed a few fingers through his hair. Feathers entwined into his curls.

He turned to the girl. “—See? It’s all good now.”

wickedlilgypsy

Fiona took a deep breath, rubbing her face with her hands before looking at him. "That scared me, I thought that bird was a goner. I hate seeing dead animals." She said, frowning at even the thought. Shaking it out of her mind, she reached her hand over to him, patting his back gently. "Good job, Uh-- Hey, what is your name anyways? I'm Fiona." she said, waving at the lad.

She felt like she had just went through three cups of coffee, an unusually good mood for the brunette to be in, today was Niall's lucky day. "Do you go around saving birds all the time?" she asked, looking around at the grass -- green was her favorite color, it reminded her of home and that thought sometimes made her smile.

#fart-boy #sorry this is so crappy

denvackraste

❝ And for what reason that gratitude have come from. Hope it wasn’t too rude to ask. I’m merely at a loss. ❞ And at the other’s introduction, somehow the little frown on the heir of Montague stretched out his hand; offering a handshake. ❝ My pleasure to have graced with your name, fair maiden. ❞

wickedlilgypsy

The girl spoke with a chuckle in her voice. "For acting like an actual gentlemen and not a mutt like most males. It's nice to see there's still people like you around. So I suppose it's not gratitude, but I do enjoy having the pleasure of meeting you." She smiled softly, shaking his hand gently.

#achroix

I'm gonna go learn a new language. I'll be back on later, or tomorrow. Like this for a starter.

#indie rp #indie roleplay #rp #roleplay #open rp #open #open to all fandoms #tbs rp #tbs roleplay #the boondock saints rp #the boondock saints roleplay #bds rp #bds roelplay #bds #shameless rp

nibelhart-deactivated20140628

I am always wanting to write Rated R material threads but I’m never sure of who would be comfortable doing so. Can roleplayers please reblog this post if you are fully comfortable writing mature subjects in your threads? { Blood, Gore, Rape, Murder, Alcohol and drug use, Hack&Slash etc. } I’d like to find out by this post who IS comfortable with these types of roleplays rather than making someone uncomfortable just by asking. Thank you!

hertuesdayarchive

teacher/student au

sibling or step-sibling au

cheating au

forbidden relationship au

best friends w/ crushes au

childhood friends reconnected au

celebrity fake relationship au

celebrity/non-celebrity au

model/photographer au

littlemsnero-deactivated2014081

don't leave :cccc

Send ‘don’t leave’ for my muse’s reaction

Hearing the words come from her older friend she turned heel completely. Her head cocking to the side ever-so-slightly, “Why? I mean, is something going on?” Her arms folded over her chest as she watched the bartender, “Or are you afraid of that asshole coming back?”

wickedlilgypsy

Fiona looked around the room, nodding her head slowly as she was asked if she was scared of the man coming back. He was big, and she was very small. There's no way she could defend herself around him, and that had already been proven. "You don't mind sticking around for a bit longer do you? Till Doc gets back? I'll pour you a few shots, on the house."