this is fuckin' awesome

[ashehole]

Open RP Post


⊛ find a character you want to play with and respond to their thread. can't find who you want? let me know!
⊛ we can make up a scenario, adapt a meme of some sort, or... something else? whatever the fuck we want.
⊛ if you need ideas, the random scenario meme has just about anything you could want.
⊛ wanna do a picture prompt? we can do some picture prompts.
⊛ FUCK YEAH WE'RE TOTALLY ROLEPLAYING RIGHT NOW!!!

Handy-Dandy Quick Links:
Vanessa Cleveland ⊛ Catty Turner ⊛ Finnick Odair ⊛ Belle Beaumont ⊛ Chloe Saunders
Commander Shepard ⊛ Piper McLean ⊛ Jordan Langley ⊛ Jaime Lannister ⊛ Eli Keaton
Sally Malik ⊛ Corey Carling ⊛ Shadow ⊛ Fenris ⊛ Meetra Surik
Revan ⊛ Keiko Nakagawa ⊛ Alyss Heart ⊛ Ava ⊛ James
Percy Jackson ⊛ Frank Zhang ⊛ Helen ⊛ Jason Grace ⊛ David Levin
April O'Neil ⊛ Galen Marek ⊛ Reyna ⊛ Jackson Swift ⊛ Jaime Reyes
Fran Zhang (AU) ⊛ Jasa Grace (AU) ⊛ Piper McLean (AU) ⊛ Gretel ⊛ Sirius Black
Cullen ⊛ Liv Durand ⊛ Maddie Moss ⊛ Daniel Bianchi ⊛ Finley Odair (AU)
Persephone Jackson (AU) ⊛ Derek Hale ⊛ Raleigh Becket ⊛ Allison Argent ⊛ Liam Hunt
Seph McCauley ⊛ Jonah Kinlock ⊛ Edward Kenway ⊛ Aveline de Grandpre ⊛ Gale Hawthone
Will Scarlet ⊛ Korra ⊛ Carswell Thorne ⊛ Scarlet Benoit

Comments

[alltumbledown]

"I think we can all agree you're pretty terrible at sitting around," Cinder points. Are they still holding hands? A glance down confirms yes, and she's really not sure how to deal with that. Or extricate herself from it, more specifically.

She shifts a little when he smiles like that, though, because she's ninety percent sure it's because of Cress, and while she can't begrudge him a friendship with the girl, she's just - it's different. Cinder doesn't have a lot of experience with friends, or how to deal with them befriending other people.

"I don't know why. I'm not that complicated." She snorts right after she says it though, because even she can admit that she's turned out to be way more complicated than she ever thought she would.

[rosyoutlook]

Definitely still holding hands. The weight of hers is different. Not like it's heavy, just more solid than a human hand. His fingers tap along the back of it, testing it out. If she isn't going to move, he is going to explore where he can. "It's true, I am a man of action. Can't get anything past you guys."

There's a snort from him now as he shakes his head. "You're plenty complicated, Cinder. Even a blind man could see that. Oh, wait. Point proven."

Even if she wasn't a Lunar or some princess, there's something about her that's different. And not just the cyborg bits either. Still, who is he to go around telling someone who is complicated or not? He's spent a good chunk of his life trying to seem as simple as he can manage.

It's the best way to get someone to underestimate you.

[alltumbledown]

It's stupid. It's a stupid reaction to have, but she can't help the way her breathing just sort of stills when he starts tapping at her hand like that. It's not invasive, not objectifying. He's just curious, and acting on that curiosity with the same easy acceptance he seems to do everything else. When it comes to her, at least.

Cinder doesn't think she's ever been so wholly accepted by anyone except Iko before. So when she remembers to start breathing again, she leaves her hand where it is and lets him tap. "I met you when I was breaking out of prison, and you decided to come along," she points out instead. "You're a giant neon flashing sign of trouble. What I don't understand is how you managed to steal so many things."

He get nudged in the leg (with her human foot) for that stupid joke. "You won't be blind for much longer. Where does that leave me?"

[rosyoutlook]

Thorne notices that. When you're blind, you have nothing but your other senses to rely on. She doesn't exhale, doesn't inhale again. There's part of him that wants to make a smartass comment about how he takes women's breath away, but this is Cinder. If anyone could do that to her, it's probably going to be Kai.

Not him.

"And you're not? We're two of a kind, Cinder." He turns his head toward her and grins again. "That's my secret. Maybe I'll share it with you some day."

He pulls on a thoughtful look when she nudges him. "Then I'll be a man who was both blind and can see and still know you're complicated."

[alltumbledown]

We're two of a kind. Maybe he's just talking about the fact that they both seem to be magnets for trouble (she can't deny that, she did meet him in prison), but it still means something to hear. She raises an eyebrow at that grin, even if he can't see it. "Is it that you annoy people into a false sense of security by being so stupid they think you couldn't possibly cause any harm? Because that's not a secret."

Cinder rolls her eyes, hard. He can't see that either, but it's a refuge for her in the face of so many strange emotions flying about. "That's deep, Thorne. Really."

[rosyoutlook]

"Lull people into a false sense of security by being so incredibly charming they think I couldn't possibly cause any harm," Thorne corrects with a look of hurt on his face. Rude, Cinder. Just rude. "And no, that's not the secret. You can't know the secret just yet."

He doesn't see the eyeroll, but honestly, he can hear it in her voice. He tries to nudge her back with his foot - and completely misses. "I'm a deep man. Haven't you noticed yet?"

[alltumbledown]

Despite herself, Cinder leans in a little bit. It's supposed to be making fun of him, but there's a little bit of curiosity there, too. "So when do I get to know it?"

She laughs a little when he misses. "I'm right here, how did you go so wide?" And then her tone turns totally deadpan. "No. Not at all."

[rosyoutlook]

He can feel her moving in. It's not like the same kind of warmth that Cress gives off when she steps in too close, but he can still feel her nearby, hear her breathing, the shift of her legs. Sometimes, being blind has its interesting advantages.

He'd still rather be able to see.

There's a pause from him before he gives a choking laugh. Is she... flirting? No. Cinder doesn't know how to do that. Does she? He leans in, voice dropping to a whisper. "Do you really want to?"

A sigh. "I'm still blind, you know." He makes a face. "You're a cruel princess."

[alltumbledown]

The laugh surprises her, mostly because she doesn't understand what she said that's funny. And then he leans in and - surely he doesn't realise how close his face is to hers right now? Cinder thinks that if she could blush, she probably would right now. Which is stupid, because this is Thorne. There's no reason in the world why Carswell Thorne should be making her blush. She wants to make it a smooth transition, shifting away, but she mostly just jerks back in something like shock.

"--Well you've gone and made a big deal out of it, now," she huffs, trying to cover herself. "And I'm not cruel. You're just over-dramatic."

[rosyoutlook]

Thorne laughs again when she jerks away like that. He doesn't know her thoughts, but he knows her. The fact that they're still even holding hands - is it weird that they're holding hands? what does that mean? - is a big step up for Cinder of all people.

"I am over-dramatic. Thank you for noticing. And of course I made it a big deal. This is me we're talking about it."

[alltumbledown]

"Stop laughing," she grumbles, pushing his leg with hers again. She should let go of his hand. Or make him let go of hers. Whichever it is, it should stop.

"Are you going to tell me, or not?" She doesn't let go.

[rosyoutlook]

He'd let go if she told him to - maybe. But for right now, it's grounding. Real. He knew she was alive, okay, but this is just concrete proof. "As her highness commands." With his free hand, he zips his mouth shit.

There's a shrug now as he points to his closed mouth.

[alltumbledown]

She scowls at him. "One of these days I'm going to hit you, and it'll be with my metal hand. I said stop laughing, not stop talking."

Honestly, she really wants to know what the big deal is about this secret, even if she's pretty sure it's just more of his - Thorne-ness. Knowing him, though, she wouldn't be surprised if he just refused to speak for the rest of the day.

Actually, that might make for a nice change.

[rosyoutlook]

"Not if I keep hold of it. Also hitting a blind man is a little low, don't you think?" What was that about being silent? Oh, yeah, that's completely forgotten by now.

As for the secret, there really is none, but Thorne likes the way that it has Cinder interested. Has her looking.

[dutysexual]

[Reyna shifts in bed, and for a moment, there's a flutter of confusion. There's an extra weight there that dips into the mattress, a warmth that's not her own. It takes her a moment to remember who it is before she sighs, relaxes again, one arm draping over Heather's waist as she buries her face into the other girl's shoulder.

Somehow, even after the fight, she can still smell the light fragrance of her perfume clinging to her shirt.

She isn't really sure how they got here when it was all over, when they won, but it doesn't really matter at this moment. The camp can wait another few minutes.

Even Romans need a bit of a breather.]

[efficient]

No magic. [He nods in agreement. That's fine. He can live without it. For a few hours, at least.

A grin spreads across his face at her acceptance of the idea, and he climbs to his feet, holding his hand out to her. There's a light in his eyes that hasn't been there in who knows how long now.] Well then. Maddie Moss, would you do me the pleasure of dancing with me on this clear, musicless night?

[failedhorribly]

>

[kingslays]

There are days when Jaime is still getting used to a common life, where he doesn't toss his name out there with pride, throwing his chest and puffing up like a lion ready to roar. He rarely roars anymore, finding it easier to hide in the a bastard's name. Jaime Rivers, not Lannister.

There is no Jaime Lannister any longer.

It eases an old pain in his chest sometimes, when he can hide behind a new name and shed his old skin, but there are times when he wishes he hadn't. When he could run home and bury himself into Cersei again, when he could have an easy chat with his brother. When he could - well, he supposes disappoint his father. That he doesn't miss, even if he is entirely sure that his actions now would be an incredible disappointment.

He's walking around with Hawke and Varric through the market when he hears the dwarf make a comment about a dwarf being born to human parents. Apparently, the reward on his head has gone up even higher. Any dwarf could be victim to the queen with a vendetta. Jaime stills, miss the orange he'd been bouncing in his only hand. It thuds to the ground and rolls away. Generally, Jaime likes Varric. He reminds him of Tyrion in too many ways.

But right now, he has the overwhelming urge to throttle the dwarf, to knock him senseless.

Right now, he is overwhelmed with the urge to find his brother and protect like he should have been doing.

"I just remembered," Jaime drawls for a moment, taking a step back from his companions. "There was something that needed to be delivered this morning. If you'll excuse me."

Zekk | Star Wars EU

[omnombouquet]

[failedhorribly]

"If you'll excuse me," Marian huffs, stooping down to pick up the orange her companion dropped. Her tone might be light, but her gaze is sharp as she drags it from the fruit to Jaime. "I paid a king's ransom for these. If you're going to throw them around, at least make sure you hit someone obnoxious."

She tosses it back towards him. One-handed he might be, but she'd trust that one hand's abilities over two belonging to most of the warriors in this city. Which is why she doubts it was simple clumsiness that had the fruit dropping to the ground in the first place.

Varric, Andraste bless him, can read her better than any book he writes, and makes his own excuses as she saunters closer to Jaime. "What needs to be delivered?"

PACRIM AU YEAH

[greatone]

[ she's spent the better part of the week tracking him down, and of course he's where she should have looked first.

Jaina leans against the door frame of his room, crossing her arms over her chest thoughtfully. For a minute, she just watches him, sitting on the bed, before clearing her throat to announce her presence ]

You've been avoiding me.

[greatone]

...What even made you decide to try it again? After Vader.

[kingslays]

"You paid a couple of silvers," Jaime counters with a roll of his eyes. "If you are that deep in the hole of debt that you can't spare a silver or two, perhaps you should rethink betting against Varric when drunk."

His hand still moves clumsily, even if Hawke has a certain amount of faith in fighting ability. He nearly drops the fruit again, but ends up catching it. His fingers dig into the thick peel, a strained smile tugging at his mouth as he arches an eyebrow at her and then Varric's escaping form.

Gods damn the dwarf.

"A few statues that recently came into my hands." A beat. "Hand."

[deepthinkythoughts]

[ his fingers dig into the skin of her neck, pressing hard enough to form bruises if he maintains the grip ]

You mistake my interest in you for affection. [ no, perhaps that's not right: ] Dependency.

[ he leans forward, his lips hovering over hers as he whispers ]

Do not delude yourself, my apprentice. You are here to satisfy a curiosity of mine. [ he presses harder ] I can end my curiosity any time I choose.

[failedhorribly]

"Well. Yes, but they were particularly shiny ones. Newly minted. You've no idea how sad I was to see them go, but I did it for you." And everyone else she doled the fruit out to, but he's the one in front of her now. "And I need to rethink betting against Varric period. He's a thief and a cheat, you know."

She claps a little when he catches it, because Marian Hawke is first and foremost, sort of an ass. "I've never heard you mention statues before precisely this moment, Serah Rivers."