#time to work! (rp threads)

[yuanwang]

save me asian ocs.. save me...

[dblairlaw]

Owen doesn't usually enjoy going out to eat, much preferring the comfort of his own home. However, the cafe is pretty empty tonight; what harm could it do?

So here he is, sitting at a table in the corner of the cafe, reading through notes for his classes tomorrow, sipping a large hot chocolate that is practically dwarfed in his hand.

@silent-giant

Dex wasn't in the mood to cook. He was tired... worn from a long day of trying to work with a client who thought they could tell him how to do his job. The job that he spent years going to school for. That job.

He wanted something quick. Sweet. And something that could help him sleep easier. And what better than a nice hot chocolate from the cafe a few streets down?

Parking his scooter on the side walk, he walks into the near empty cafe, giving the barista a small wave.

"Dex. Lemme guess, large chocolate?"

"You know me too well."

[thiscrimsonsoul]

Finding Light in the Darkness || closed with pretty-isnt-pretty-enough

{ @pretty-isnt-pretty-enough, cont'd from here. }

Wanda actually managed a small, awkward smile - the first she'd made in a long time - as Sheva asked her question at the same time she asked hers. Her eyes were drawn to the glint of the Star of David pendant around Sheva's neck and... for a brief moment, Wanda felt such a wave of relief wash over her. So she wasn't the only Jew here after all. Just knowing that provided her with an immeasurable amount of comfort.

"Yeah, I... I didn't either," Wanda admitted. "Everyone here seems to celebrate Christmas. Religiously or... just... for the gift-giving side of it..." She hadn't meant it to be an attack on anyone in particular, but it did seem like the Avengers leaned into the capitalism side of things a little hard. Having come from a disadvantaged and war-torn community, Wanda and capitalism didn't really get along that much.

"Your um... Your necklace is really beautiful," she said, pointing to the Star. "I had one myself when I was very young, but the chain broke and I didn't realize until it was lost." That had been while she and Pietro had been living on the street. He'd stolen a ring for her, a silver one of a bird claw, to cheer her up some time later. She at least still had and wore that ring, even if she'd lost the Star of David she'd gotten from her parents.

"Well, you're doing better than I am," Wanda said, still feeling so awkward as she ran her fingers through her long hair. "I don't have a menorah or candles. I was going to see if I could find candles and just... stand them up on a shelf." Not the same thing, but it was something, at least. "But yes, I know where they keep the olive oil in the common kitchen. I can show you."

That got her thinking, though. She hadn't cooked or baked a single thing this year. Wanda didn't have much of an appetite lately. This was her first Hanukkah without Pietro, and it hurt badly. Cooking and baking had always been something she enjoyed, but half the fun of it was watching Pietro consume the result so happily each time. Without him, Wanda hadn't thought there was much of a point. But if there was someone else here who celebrated... "Are you going to cook something?" she asked, feeling a little embarrassed that just that simple question should cause her eyes to flood with tears.

"I usually cook and bake all sorts of things... but um..." she said, her voice starting to tremble, "I don't have my brother here... to eat it... anymore... so..." The wave of sadness hit her so unexpectedly that all she could do was cover her face until it passed. It was still so raw, losing Pietro, and feeling left out of the holidays wasn't making it any easier to deal with. Realizing that Sheva shared her beliefs, it was hard for Wanda not to just latch right onto her.

"I'm sorry..." she said, quickly wiping her tears and trying to reel in her emotion once again. The last thing she wanted was to scare Sheva away with her negativity. "I lost my twin brother recently, and this is my first Hanukka without him," she explained. "But if you... want... Do you want... some help... with what you're making?" she asked shyly. It would be nice to share that with someone again, she thought.

[coldjustness-archive]

For me currently, the interesting thing is the difference of mindsets that is in Neve between her two Veilguard Hero paths. On one end, she becomes the hope of the people, and by principle sticks to the mindset she's had since the beginning by remaining the hand of justice that is astute as she was since the day we met her. Never killing, only arresting, bringing down the hand of the law.

Meanwhile, on the other - she becomes the Shadow of Docktown, the vigilante who is finished with playing by the rules when it comes to the corrupt crime of her home. A near Spymaster by her own right, when you think about it. She will kill a criminal if she thinks they will only be released to do the same thing they've been doing, she will take that extra step and not hold back where her alternate self will. This is also the Neve that can kill the juggernaut in the end game battle, and crush a man with her mind when sent after the Venatori lock.

[primordialruin]

Everyday I add a little thing to my carrd, is a day I get closer to finishing it. Might tackle a thread before bed :)

[phoenixmuses]

♡ Nonverbal Memes ♡ Starter for @gentle-hearted

The boys had been training Jane relentlessly, heading out to cases and demonstrating new skills and refining hers. While they had all been mostly easier jobs, there was always a possibility that there were unforeseen consequences. That was just something to be expected by now, much to the older Winchester's begrudging acceptance. When they had returned to Bobby's from an exceptionally draining hunt, Dean had passed out on the couch with a beer in hand.

Before long, a faint tickling on his arm stirred him from his slumber, brows furrowing in response as he opened his eyes and blinked away the blurriness. He recognized Jane standing nearby, half-frozen and observing him as if she had done something wrong. Then, the hunter went to sit up but hesitated, seeing the blanket draped over him. Glancing back up, he caught the beer in her hand and realized she had taken it from him to cover him up, his expression softening a little. "Thanks," he mumbled, his voice gravelly from sleep yet laced with a subtle edge of gratitude.

[voodoodaaddy]

[emmetverse]

Where's Brick's favorite nap spot?

□ shelf in th workshop but thats gone so now i guessits his little house in the therapist office plac. but also not really he prefers sleepong on people . he hasnt been there recently because hes a person so hes just kind of curling up njext to people

[gcldfanged]

@monstersmade [Kadaj]

Time would become meaningless, every waking second bloated and off-kilter, minutes stretching into empty hours.

He was pretty sure the pipes might explode if he kept the water that hot, eventually twisting the knob until the downwards spray trickled into like more than a few errant drops. Steam roiled off his skin, scrubbed down so hard and angrily, entire flakes of skin had sloughed off in pieces.

He wasn't doing this as a courtesy. It wasn't as if he wanted to somehow mask the pollution steeped in his very soul, an earthy musk of street dirt, stamped down tobacco, alcohol and tears. Brimstone and gunsmoke.

The face in the mirror is too soft. Not from an accumulation of fat, but comfort. Life had been good because business had been going so smoothly. There was little by the way of competition, so he had a veritable stranglehold on the black market and aside from a few younger upstarts trying to expand their own territory, there were few dumb enough to challenge his authority. He'd become too lenient, perhaps- Due to the lack of opposition.

Jae-hyo had kept his hair longer, let it grow out. It had always been thick and pretty, raven black with just the slightest red undertone in the sunlight. Now it was shorn short and close to the scalp, combed through with pomade and camellia oil. A form of atonement, perhaps. It wasn't like the Old Ways, he never had to 'walk the line' when he'd left. No- When Tseng had given him permission to leave. He could even try to argue that he'd bled enough for something that only had amounted to loyalty forged in Verdot's memory.

The former agent toys with a straight razor taken from his shaving kit, turning it between his fingers in the overhead lighting. The decision could wait. He could always spill blood symbolically, in addition to literal intent... Really, he had all the time in the world to recognize if he was still sore about it.

The suit still fits like a second skin, Yoon smoothing down the ironed lines and pulling off any lint that might be present from simply being shoved in the back of the closet for what felt like eons. The gloves shined and creaked around his flexing fingers, sliding his cellphone into the inner breast pocket of the jacket.

Showtime.

His prisoner's hands were delicate. Like a woman's, really, he thought. Too fine even with all the calluses and rough edges from handling firearms. They didn't even twitch, knotted with thick zip ties and chains strapped down to a sad little metal chair giving no real hope about what was gonna happen.

His hair was soft, shiny and healthy like the scales of a fish pulled straight from the water when the light hit it just so. Silky when he brushed his fingers through it. Just a little stroke- Like a lover's, almost.

The kind of affection after that many hours of darkness and silence and isolation, would turn any living creature's skin alive and buzzing with sensation. Mako-tinged feline eyes wreathed in the length of lashes women paid for, or killed for, if they couldn't pay

"So..." Jae begins, dragging his fingers through those glossy locks once more before bearing down in a white-knuckled grip.

"You wanted to talk? Let's talk."

[mbenguin]

I'M BACK!!! HAAAHAHAHAHHAH!!!

[izzyizumi]

Digimon Ghost Game ~ Hiro & Gammamon + {Tanabata}! (Japanese cultural holiday taking place on July 7th!)

[dblairlaw]

An extremely awkward and silent breakfast later, Ambrose meanders around the attic and shop. Draped in clothes that have to be held up by knots and string otherwise they’d fall off of him and he’d be naked every step of the day. The priest knew how to dote upon his..host/companion. Whatever he could consider Dex to be after his short interaction as a human and much fuzzier series of events as a beast. A few hours of light hang in the sky, the priest kneeling beside the bed as he watches the sun slowly set. If he was lucky, the moon would be just out of phase enough that he could walk to the temple safely.

“Are you feeling better? Would you like me to make dinner?” In the morning, he hadn’t gone to the bakers, attempting to make the same treats in the shops kitchen. Somehow, they hadn’t been poisoned.

@waveringfaith

Ambrose had been good company for the time he'd been here. It was still taking Dex some time to come around completely. For his mind to recover from... everything he'd experienced. But he'd be okay by the next morning.

He'd spent most of his day taking care of the shop, brewing what he needed of his stock in the kitchen. Or spending time with Ambrose, taking the time to actually know the man a bit more. Oh, and giving Lucky a very skewed recap of the events that had taken place. The lizard had been so concerned for his safety. But, after giving him some false recounts, he seemed satisfied

Dex felt his stomach grumble at him. He didn't know if he was properly recovered from breakfast. "Uhm... you can if you want... But keep it light, please. I have work tonight."

[fractalcloning]

Sleeping awake.

There were three people who required sleep in Coppelius Station--four if she counted Spot II. Most of the androids had spaces they called their own, but almost none of them had anything resembling a bed. Arcana had helped her set up a room when she got there, and it was a perfectly acceptable, if unfamiliar, bedroom in the end. Spot II had even taken to sleeping on her pillows to make sure they were warm (probably).

The bed was fine, the blankets were fine, the room was removed enough that she could only hear the distant murmurs of all the other androids, but still she couldn't sleep. In fact, the longer she lie there just staring at the ceiling, the more wound up she felt.

Soji pet Spot II to occupy herself. At least, until the synthetic cat grew tired of her keeping it awake and meandered out of the room. At that point, alone and unable to sleep Soji resigned herself to exhaustion, dragged herself out from under the covers, and headed downstairs.

Her aimless wandering eventually carried her to the kitchen and she groggily debated the merits of a midnight snack. She wasn't particularly hungry or anything, but the replicator was right there. Peppermint ice cream wouldn't help her sleep, per se, but it couldn't hurt, so Soji blearily synthesized a bowl of it. She didn't bother turning on the lights once she had her snack, the replicator menu was bright enough to see by. Ice cream in hand, she maneuvered through the room and dropped herself down at the table.

She must have been more than half asleep because the moment she sat down, she drifted. As she sat there, idly prodding her ice cream, her eyelids were impossibly heavy. Blinking became something of an endurance trial. Despite her earlier insomnia, Soji struggled to keep her eyes open and started losing little bits of time in between blinks, with only her ice-cream as reference.

One moment it was all there, a nice little scoop of ice cream, the next there was a bite taken out and it was half melted. Her eyes drooped again as she had another spoonful. They were just closed for a second or two before a clap of thunder snapped her into the moment.

The boom startled her awake so sharply that she dropped her spoon. When she bent to pick it up, she was unexpectedly confronted with a pair of feet and startled again, knocking back into the table as she reeled away.

Had she always been this jumpy?

"Oh my god," Soji breathed and her eyes darted up. The sight of Data's face, even in the half-light of the replicator menu, put her instantly at ease. His pallor in the dim light made him look more than a little like a ghost, but his expression was all polite interest. Soji exhaled a sound like a laugh and leaned back in her seat, spoon forgotten.

"Sorry, I didn't hear you come in," Soji said, despite having the objectively best hearing of anyone in Coppelius. She hadn't heard him because she had been mostly asleep, ready to drop face-first into her melted ice cream.

@my-timing-is-digital

[arcgeminga]

♚— I managed to get a bit of free time on the weekends from training, but since I haven't gotten my official schedule yet, I don't know when I'll be for sure free.

So, I'll get to and queue my replies for the week(s. Hopefully). I'll still be delayed until I find a really good pattern to stick with in regards to life-hobby-work balances, plus everything else I need to do these next 8 months.

Roleplaying is going to be a pretty low priority for me and everything will be thrown in the queue. From my private Multi-muse account to this one, everything will be SLOW. I am trying not to burn myself out too much since I need to save energy for September as well.

Big thank you to those who are waiting patiently for my reply. I know it's been a while, but I'm trying to find a better pattern. It's just going to take a while.

[orcelito]

Ok though its actually kinda nice to see some of my earliest rps... 15 year old me just having fun 🥺🥺🥺

Might go digging more later. Don't rly feel like getting That into it tonight lol

[lurxof--thxmaw]

// I feel inspired to write... like this post for a short starter call ！If you're multimuse, specify the muse.