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1 yr ago
"Why are you returning this book?" "It was written in second person."
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1 yr ago
omg omg HAPPY BIRTHDAY BEN 🎉🎉🎉🎊🥳🍾🥂
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1 yr ago
Update bitches: I lived and they actually closed the hole 💪
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1 yr ago
Alright bitches, tomorrow's the day! Doc's either gonna close the hole in my heart or tell me nah and we gotta find an alternative.
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1 yr ago
You know you're fucked when the EMTs start recognizing you lol
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fia - 21+
mainly just here for the sentimentality but i'll occasionally join a new rp


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My feelings, bruh.
#feelsbadman
Upon spotting Amber lounging on the living room furniture Mishka paused when she began approaching and angled his face towards her to catch her kiss, then returned the favor with a brief on aimed at the side of her head. He removed his shoes and left them by the door before emptying his pockets' contents of keys and a wallet into the shallow bowl sitting atop the foyer table. Mishka's response to the daily greeting was halfhearted; "Fine. Yours?" Little did he know what he'd just done. He followed his wife towards the kitchen, tagging behind not unlike a lost puppy, but then stopped at the threshold to lean against the wall. "I'm gonna run up and take a quick shower. Do you still want to watch that show you like later?" He couldn't recall the name of said TV series for the life of him but it was something Amber liked so every once in a while he tried to make an effort to join her during the show's weekly airing. Something like bonding time although he wasn't entirely sure that was working. According to the clock, he had just a little over twenty minutes to go rinse off and get back in time for tonight's episode to start. Assuming Amber says yes first, of course.
Right hook. Left swing. Duck. Uppercut. Repeat.

His movements were becoming sloppy, predictable even. It was currently late in the evening and Mishka was attempting to keep himself occupied at a local fitness club, sparring with a fellow athlete in the boxing ring. His metallic dog tags clinked noisily against each other and jangled loudly (yes, he still wore them even after having left the army few months prior) with every carefully executed step and precisely thought out maneuver he made to block or counter his opponent. The man was certainly no beginner but to his utter disappointment, Mishka found out quickly enough that he lacked the skills and experience required to keep him on his toes. Another failed catch. At least it was decent exercise. Mishka landed another punch. "Alright, I'm done" the other man surrendered. Both men were sweating at this point and he himself was just about ready to call it quits.

Three-quarters of an hour later and Mishka was in his car on the way back to home. To Amber, his one and only, no less. Several years back and just the thought of seeing her at the end of a long day would have certainly lightened his mood. But now? Well now, not so much. Now they could barely survive a week without at least multiple arguments and the sad part was that most of their bickering was over small things. (Like that time he promised he would take her to see the fireworks show but ended up chickening out because the loud noises disturbed him. He never told her why and just blamed it on late-night drinking with the guys.) When did it come to this? He couldn't say but if anyone asked he wasn't about to admit there were any problems with his marriage either.

Mishka had showered, changed, and even struck up some conversations with people he would have otherwise completely overlooked all in a pathetic attempt to stall. To buy himself as much extra time as possible so he wouldn't have to return so soon. Was he being immature about this? Absolutely and undeniably so. Mishka was painfully aware that he'd eventually have to cave in or otherwise risk upsetting Amber, but that didn't change his feelings of unease. It was just... Too much sometimes.

Mishka shook himself out and focused on the road ahead. Pulling up into the driveway before the house, he put the car in park and killed then engine. Then he just sat, staring blankly ahead. He really did not want to go inside. Not yet at least. Was Amber even home? A quick glance up through the windshield confirmed his suspicion. He released a heavy sigh. Finally mustering together the courage, Mishka got out of the vehicle and walked the paved steps towards the front door. "I'm back" he called out loud enough to surely catch Amber's attention, wherever she was.
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That post was poop but I literally haven't posted here in months and I didn't need another excuse to continue this record of procrastination
As the armored blind knight began answering Sorren's question regarding the How's of their plan, Sparhawk's words just went straight through one ear and right out the other about halfway through his monologue. Mira was listening, sure, but the woman stood rigid and uncomprehending. Her attention was currently acutely attuned onto the horse which her old acquaintance had spared a perfunctory mention while he briefly explained that it -along with two more for herself and Sorren- would be their main method of transportation for this quest. Some of the soldiers were leaving now which gave her an unwarranted and very clear view of said equine. A chill ran up the woman's spine just at the mention of such a heinous creature. Now, not many things could scare Mira but horses were their own thing and damn would she argue about that. Unfortunately, Mira had no idea why she was so terrified of these overall-harmless beings so it wasn't like she could just conquer that specific issue and get on with it. Horses are scary. Period. Mira scowled but didn't object just yet; the men didn't need to know about her irrational fear, at least not until she could find an alternative solution. There wasn't a lot of time but Mira was determined to keep her ever-shriveling dignity intact. "Tavern by the gate, got it. Don't you dare leave without me or I'll have your heads!" Ludwig chattered quickly as Mira signed her conclusion. With a mocking salute to the men she perched the rodent on her shoulder and spun on her heel, leaving them to their business.
@AnaSilan Sunja Okay. Thank you! I'll try to get started on something as soon as I can.
@AnaSilan Sunja Ooh, this looks interesting. I've always been a sucker for these types XP

Couple questions. 1) if I made a Supernatural character, does it have to be a pre-existing creature or could I make something up? I have an OC I made a while back for a similar RP and would like to bring him back. 2) I probably won't do this but I'm just curious XD Are spies allowed?
Superhumans || Female














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