the return of the revenge of just rp it.

[musedactyl]

how to play.

1. Drop a comment with one or more of your muses. It can be empty if you want me to make a scenario, or you can toss one at me. Prompts are boss. (a word, song, lyric, picture, phrase, a meme prompt, anything). Specify if there's something you do or don't want, otherwise I could throw anything at you: AUs, shippiness, awfulness. You've been warned, son.
1b. If you want to continue a verse we started in another thread somewhere, specify it in the comment or subject line. I'd be down for revisiting any of those.

2. In the subject line, you can specify any of my muses you might want to play with (including OCs, who have their own list), or you can ask me to pick someone. No muses are off-limits except for those that have no icon uploaded on the list. Otherwise, I'll pick or randomize someone.
2b. Muses I would really love to play right now, in case you are having a hard time choosing: Hawke, Hannibal Lecter, Selina Kyle, Fox Mulder, Cigarette Smoking Man, Serafina, Pepper Potts, Lois Lane, Jacen Solo.

3. just rp with me. if something jives really well, maybe we can continue it in another one of these later, sort of like a super casual verse. if it doesn't, it doesn't.

Comments

[daredtobelieve]

I'm not certain if they'll come after me, or simply consider me dead to them for the rest of their lives.

[She isn't sure which is the more painful option.]

[roux]

Perhaps they'll surprise you, in time. There's only one way to be sure.

[daredtobelieve]

In the meantime, we'll have our own adventure to distract us, I imagine.

[roux]

The world is ours to do as we please. They can't take that from us.

[daredtobelieve]

[The loss lingers at the edges of her heart, as it certainly will for a good long while. But she's resolute in her choice, certain in the life she wants to make with him. Stepping forward, Helen releases his hand to raise hers to cup his cheek.]

No, they can't. And they can't take away how I feel when I'm with you- no matter how hard they may try.

[roux]

[ his hand lifts gently to her wrist, as cold as the cheek she touches. ] Then you've no regrets?