Oh I like this!

Let me explain a bit, so my guy told the bartender to put this pretty girl's drinks on his tab. out of spite, she ordered the most expensive thing (he rich tho so it's okay) and was given a fruity cocktail which didn't please her, and then said that it was his fault and requested his own drink as payment.

“My fault? I don’t believe I was the one that ordered the most expensive thing on the menu; I simply gave you the freedom to spend my money on whatever you wanted,” he said with a smirk but didn’t turn down her hand. The glass was handed over, and he turned back to the bar, making eye contact with the bartender who was finishing up with someone else.

It was in response to asi , actually, so I definitely need to get off my beans and get back to posting, h o n e s t l y.

Small explanation: Daeva talking to doglord reaper about the concept of souls, stares at his dumb face (i love his dumb face) instead.

"It’s curious, she knows the anthropologist in her is chomping at the bit and clawing at her insides to document this aberration, to grip a boley gauge and hover it over those overlong teeth that are far more fang than simple tooth. But there is a deeper curiosity that nags at her, she can deny it--naturally--but it is oft folly to deny fact."

Man, what a charming thread idea, I love it.

My character was noting the fact that she was feeling nearly every human emotion possible at one singular moment in time.

Human's are weird, --or at least just women.

don't @ me because this isn't from a post, but the bio for my character isolde (hence the second-person perspective) that i've slowly been chipping away at during my downtime at work. this is part of the little bit that i wrote this morning.

some clarification: isolde, magical crane captured by an evil witch and trapped in her human form is being sold to an old pretentious rich man, about to be flown back to america on his private jet. she lived in a swamp her whole life and this is the first time she's seen a plane even remotely up close.


maybe next time i'll post something from an actual thread whoops

on possibly getting caught using omnioculars to replay nice quidditch butts

[/i] that's called weeding out the weaklings, bo. besides, i'm not stalking. if they are running a public game, and i am part of the general public, it is within my rights to observe their god given deliciousness![/font] 〙[/ul][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]

Context: This character was basically raised by wolves and has very little understanding of society. She walked into a grocery store and started eating food, and someone told her doing that was bad.

"The police arrest people for eating?"

he sees her visage often now, perfect and untouched by age sitting atop the faces of his bodies. judging him as he seeks out the tales they hide. the police said missing, her family heard dead.

my character is a pathologist who does a lot of autopsies... not a murder. he's musing about his previously missing-thought-she-was-dead sister, who he just ran into after a number of years.

A rp between me and my SO. We just made these 2 characters, well I adopted one from them and they made someone for my prince. And here is a small chunk from what i typed out like a hour ago.

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"I loath this family. I hate this kingdom. I want them all dead at my feet and I want what remains burned down to ash and rubble." Words spoke soft with a hiss, his eyes burned with a fury that no one lived to whisper about. "I will not hesitate to make your death a slow and painful one if you so much as betray what trust I stuck in you. So don't go running to my six siblings, my father, anyone. Don't utter a word... understand?" He'd keep that hold on the slaves chin, busing until he got a answer.

My character, Dean, is waiting for his soon-to-be-girlfriend outside of a dressing room.

(there's mention of blood in this so if that makes you squeamish, don't feel like you have to read it. the last thing i want is to make anyone uncomfortable OTL)

okay so i think this is a really cool idea for a thread and i can't resist hopping in (even though my writing isn't nearly as amazing as everyone else's). i've been following it since its inception and finally mustered the courage to join in. so a little context: my character matsuki is an assassin. after a surprisingly bad night on the job, he ends up having to break into his old-best-friend-turned-enemy sirius' (played by ulla ) house to patch himself up. however, siri is woken up and offers to clean mat's wounds. at the time of this paragraph (look i'm sorry but there are too many cool lines in this paragraph for me and i couldn't pick just one so please don't hate me), sirius has had to swap rags because there's so much blood, and the entire time matsuki hasn't been the kindest person. (obvs, bc why would you be nice to someone you despise)

not necessarily my exact last post but it's one of my favorite lines i've ever written in a post!

"sorry." the sound is gravel, vocal chords tired from heaving out heavy titters. "it's just —" hamlet's chest heaves. he's still trying to catch his breath. his hands try to make up for the short coming, motioning at the landscape around them. "this is hell."

"this is hell," he repeats, just to be sure. hamlet cannot hold back a small giggle. "and you're offering me a drink."