“Good work today, Caen,” comes a familiar, gruff voice from behind.
Slow, heavy footsteps thump on the dusty ground as the figure approaches him—the other recruits struggling to straighten after the gruelling afternoon routines. They back away as the person nears him, while Caen does not deign...
more of my roleplay details can be found here, this thread is just to look for a writing partner who would be interested in writing this particular type of story
i started season 4 of game of thrones about 30 minutes ago, and as soon as the scene came on where jaime declared that he had...
HASHIMOTO SHOUHEIlocation: the shrine > taiyaki stand
mood: awkward, but dutifulUme, Shou tests the name out in his head.
“Forgive me,” he says slowly, turning his wrist to observe the silky ribbon tied to it, “if I am slightly ignorant regarding these things, but I don’t think Minamoto-san...
i’ve also been wanting to do something with fairies for a while, but i’m not sure what… something with a tinker bell x vidia or musa x riven type dynamic maybe. or just tinker bell/winx club inspired
She is talking to him.
No way is Claire Helena Prince willingly making pleasant small talk with him on the dinner table. Jay can not remember the last time they exchanged any kind of affable conversation with her. They are not even in the same homeroom class—and thank God for that, he sends a...
HASHIMOTO SHOUHEIlocation: the shrine .... mood: confusedShou watches the sway in her iron-straight, coal-black hair as she swirls around, turning to leave the bus. He thinks about her invitation to join her for lunch, his eyes following the last pleat of her skirt swishing past the exit...
A flicker of confusion must shutter across his face at Octavia’s immediate reaction upon seeing him standing before the waterfall. The magic-infused waterfall? That can only be accessed by those of royal descent? Aeron examines his arms, experimentally flexing his hands; has he truly transformed...
Jaylaani is so over this already.
“But why do we need to have them over?” He whines petulantly, his whole body drooping with the spread of all ten of his fingers. He knows he must look entirely comical standing there with his knees bent inwards, like a cat with its tail between its legs.
His...
Aeron can not recall the last time he was home. How old was he? He could not have been older than twelve—fourteen maybe—and how old was he now?
Ten years, he muses wistfully, flexing his hold on the leather-corded reigns in his hand. The mare neighs, jerking her head against the pull of the...
i am not sure how well this will be received since i have not seen many roleplay adverts asking for something like this, but... here goes nothing
my main thread can be found here for anyone interested in details about my writing style and roleplay expectations
my bts bias is j-hope, so i am...
HASHIMOTO SHOUHEIlocation: the bus .... mood: apologeticShouhei is mindlessly scrolling on random websites by the time the box reaches their row. He learnt that the true origin of fortune cookies—as they are called in the West—truly does lay in Japanese shrines. Which means his seatmate...
HASHIMOTO SHOUHEIlocation: the bus .... mood: tired and uncomfortableI should have just slept in, the thought treks across the empty vastness of his drowsy mind as he stares impassively at the only pair of seats still vacant in the rowdy bus. Identical swathes of bright blue covers drape over...