#not a roleplay response

[zune-ishi]

HC :

For @one-eyed-vizla

Running away from her current foster family. The little girl had to find somewhere to hide.. Zen did not want anything to do with that family the caresystem placed her in. Nothing but crude people looking for another meal ticket per child.. As cruel as that is. It was the truth..

Zen packed her belongings along with her stuffed bunny.. running through town searching for supplies luckily she bumps into someone.. a man with an eyepatch. The girl sensed something about him as she decided to speak to him about her situation..

Finally the girl would feel protected..

[the-tormented-beasts]

Black Sapphire blinks, looking around.

"Wha... where am I...? I- Dad? Is that you?"

His eyes narrow as he gazes at the eyes staring at him from the darkness.

"How'd I get here...? What is this place...?"

~ @theblacksapphirecookie

The eyes in the darkness stared at him with something dangerous flashing behind them.

“Black…Sapphire?”

The voice that sounded like Shadow Milk’s but horribly raspy and broken choked out.

[yudol-skorbi]

a friend

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Happy Halloween! 🧼🥩🎃

[deceit-and-knowledge]

ooc: recluse and sage rn

[theflameoverlord]

"..what?" the Wind Archer pushes up one of their side hair leaves, in an attempt to hear better.

“..I need a second opinion—.. do you trust this beast cookie..?”

[Sea Foam was currently minding her own business, creating bubbles out of the air. Yet something feels off about her.]

[shadowguy-friday]

Hey Friday, Chip! I was tinkin', dere was a delivery Pippins at my apatment recently 'n it seems she's runnin' some kinda pastry place out west, 'n I wanted ta invite youse along! No rush, no pressure, just a fun lil adventure togetha! Let me know if youse'd be interested!

KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK!

*[Chip's head whips toward the apartment door, hope rising in his chest. He'd asked Friday to come over, hoping that he'd find an oppurtunity to extend the invitation Button had offered. His heart lept to his throat as he called out.]

Coming!

*[Chip practically skipped to the door, humming an upbeat little tune as he went. Opening the door with a flourish, he gave an exaggerated bow.]

Gooooood morning, Friday! How are you doing on this splendid, absolutely perfect day?

*[Friday's shadow rippled with a tinkling of bar chimes, an amused laugh at Chip's theatrical antics. He steps inside the apartment, his hat tipped down as he smiles at the little pippins. His music changes to a light, rising piano scale.]

(What's got you so excited today, Chip?)

*[Chip's grin widens as he closes the door behind Friday, practically vibrating with excitement as the two walk to the living room, Friday's shadows cutting a dark shape against the bright living space.]

Oh, you wouldn't beleive the news I have! The best news! The most incredible, stupendous, life-changing news!

Well, maybe not life-changing, but definitely afternoon-changing!

*[Friday's shoulders shake with an affectionate plucking of violin strings.]

(Chip, remember to breathe.)

*[Chip spins around to face Friday fully, his poncho swaying. He can't hold his excitement in much longer.]

Button! They invited us to an absolutely amazing pastry place out past the Purple Cliffs! A whole city dedicated to sweets! Just think of all the DVDonuts we could eat!

*[Chip flings open the hall closet, rummaging through it excitedly.]

*[Friday's ears perked up under his hat. Pastries were a weakness of his, so to be invited to a bakery was a dream come true. He gave an excited saxophone riff, already thinking of all the sweet, doughy delights waiting for them.]

(A pastry place? Do they have...)

*[Chip interrupts Friday, reappearing from the hall closet with his apartment keys in hand and a small satchel over his shoulder.]

Burnt-In Basque Cheesecake? Of course they do! I know that sweet tooth of yours is practically singing right now!

*[Friday practically melts at the thought, fighting the urge to purr in anticipation. Chip giggles.]

C'mon, big guy! Adventure awaits!

*[Friday is jolted out of his reverie, hastily following Chip out of the apartment with a smile.]

*[There wasn't a better way he could think of to spend the afternoon.]

[hyogas-no1-fan]

Now that I have Tumblr... A tribute to Hyoga ❄️

Hyoga you're perfect ~

@fullmoonkudayari

[mcflymemes]

please don't mistake silence for hatred. please don't mistake unanswered plotting messages as indifference, or a lack of enthusiasm towards you. considering the ages of most roleplayers, many of us have bills to pay, families to take care of, medical conditions to treat, appointments to make, classes to take, homes to clean, and lives to live away from the computer that are far, far more important than writing on tumblr — life has a tendency to get in the way of hobbies and fun things like this. be patient with your fellow writers. if it doesn't work out, it doesn't work out. of course you can set your boundaries, keep your space comfortable, and softblock whoever you wish, but do so while recognizing it's probably not hatred or apathy that keeps them from leaping into your dms with message after message. they probably love this hobby just as much as you... but sometimes life gets in the way.

[chessandpunishment]

"It feels weird seeing older versions of myself.."

~ @son-ofthe-father

(He usually doesn't interact with other universes but I wanna see him with a better life sooooo :>)

(Also hi!)

It does? may I inquire your reasoning dear?

[jax-me-anything]

Hey Jax, can you kiss Ragatha under the mistletoe for me?

it’s not even christmas, man. Stay on theme at least

[probablybadrpgideas]

Summon Mr Blobby

[greasylittlenobody]

Veronica, like any other driver, hated parallel parking. Unfortunately, judging by how many cars lined down the street of the church, there was no other option. She had suggested to Mac earlier that day about waiting for other guests to arrive first, because it would be easier to sneak through once the hosts become preoccupied with many other guests.

she smoothed out her plaid blue dress, quickly checking her reflection out in her small silver pocket mirror, then whipping her head to Heather. “Ready?”

@heathermcnamara1989

[shhhsecretsideblog]

you were a big shot attorney. You always won your cases and had the highest success rate in your firm. You thought now you could settle early and start a family. but you didn't realize that nine months later, you would be representing the defendant of the biggest case in the county.

Your firm suggested that you should take leave since you were so close to your due date, but you refused. You taken all the notes and documented all the evidence to prove your client's innocence.

As you arrived to the court house, you were feeling twinges in your hips and lower belly but you passed them as practice contractions. Soon as you sit down, you couldn't help but feeling restricted as you felt your belly lower than usual as it planted all over your lap. As the trial goes on, you breathe heavily when you sit but had to cover up the pain as you were questioning other witnesses.

The finishing statements come and you slowly get up, scrunching your face as you felt a small pop go in your pants. You look down at your seat and see your water just broke. Your client sees it too and looks panicked for your state. You give them a look saying you got this and was relieved that your pants were black.

"Your honor, members of the jury, my client has more than enough proof that-" You stopped mid sentence as the worst contraction hits you, making you lose your breath. You hold onto the table for stability, as everyone in the court had all their eyes on you.

"Five witnesses have a record of seeing my client 14 miles away from the crime scene and has no skill or experience of committing the charges against them. May the record show that - mmmmmmmmmm" You bit your lip as you widen your stance, feeling a force coming down your pelvis.

You couldn't notice the commotion around you as the blinding pain forced you to spread your legs as you felt the baby's feet pressing down your pants as you could not control your pushing.

I was winning the case but swiftly losing the battle against my body. Throughout the long drawn out day I’d tried to ignore the cramps, dismissing their rising strength and frequency. I paid no mind to the way my belly hung lower on my aching hips, or the weight that had dropped into my pelvis. It was the final day of the court hearing, the last day to make my case to the jury and implore my client's innocence.

My closing speech was suddenly lost to my uncontrollable groaning, the blinding pain all consuming, and I could distinctively feel something coming out of my body. “Ohhhh god…” I moaned, gripping the desk in front of me and bearing down with the rampant contraction.

I could feel something moving, my eyes widened in panic. It wasn’t coming from inside my womb, this movement was outside between my thighs. My heart jumped to my throat in fear, having seen one too many horror films, and irrationally worried what on earth I was giving birth to… One of my hands left the desk and drifted between my legs and I felt through the fabric a foot sticking out of my vagina. Breech. Oh fuck, my baby is breech.

I had no idea what was happening in the courtroom, where my client was, what the jury were thinking, all I could focus on was the unbearable pressure filling my pelvis. My body was crying out at me to push, to deliver the baby and stop all the pain. I growled, bearing down once more, and I felt myself stretch wider and wider beneath my clothes as the baby descended.

It was coming out… my baby was literally coming out of me right there in the middle of the courtroom and there was nothing I could do to stop it. My underwear was soon filling with the torso of my baby, pulling and stretching the fabric beyond recognition. I wanted to remove my clothing, to hold my baby as it slipped further and further out, but I couldn’t get my body to move. Wider… my hips had to be wider. I curled forward, leaning far over the table on my elbows and pushing my hips backward. “Mnghhhh…. My baby… it’s coming….” I grunted, pushing the shoulders past my sensitive lips, the head of the baby still to be born.

“Fuck…. Hurts… oh god, here comes another contraction…” My fingernails clawed at the wooden desk as I bore down against the large round mass of the head. I pushed and screamed and mooed and grunted… the head painfully slowly inching out. Then the pain stopped, my body sagging with relief as the head slipped out and my baby was completely born into my underwear.

[deceit-and-knowledge]

Ooc: if you ever wanted a summary of current events

[theflameoverlord]

continuation of The Thread - a small Cookie tears open a Rift, Golden Caramel Cookie. and she just says "about the doomed thing, Wind Archer *is* doomed. he's gonna pull a madoka. or homura. whichever."

“—Wait.. Which wind archer??”

“Hell, Imma blaze down the damn world, they both aren’t going out like that one way or another!”