red carpet prince

M!As for Dicks

For anons who want to be dicks and people who want to bait anons to be dicks to their characters. Cause secretly, you’re all dicks. Dicks. Breezy: Your character is now stark naked and locked out of their home/office/car/etc. Parrot: Your character may only communicate with one word for six hours, anon specified. Hellspawn: Your character is now pregnant with the child of the dreaded NOTP. Must be agreed to with all parties involved. Whiskey Courage: With the help of some alcohol, your character is now about to admit their true feelings to someone. Anon specified special someone. Heartbeat: Your character is stricken by a sudden heart attack. Ariel: Your character is now mute for a day. Mistaken Identity: Your character will now be spending a night in jail due to a mistake with the local police. Bullets: Your character has been shot. Anon may specify where and how serious the wound is. Wolfsbane: Your character has a three day werewolf curse. Barbra Streisand: Your character can only communicate through song for the next six hours. Crash: Your character has been in a major auto accident. Shrink: Your character is now thumb-sized for the next six hours. Dark: For the next day, your character cannot see a thing. Flesh Wound: Your character has just been stabbed. Anon may specify where and how serious. Frank-N-Furter: Your character has switched sexes. Scratchy: Your character has chicken pox for the day. Discomfort: For the next three hours, your character will walk around with a permanent wedgie. Pink Elephants: You are completely drunk and have very poor judgement for the next three hours. Rude: Your character is suddenly very offensive for the next six hours. Don Juan: Your character is suddenly feeling very flirty and will flirt with anyone who comes into their inbox and/or they’re interested with for the next three hours. Cowbell: You’ve got a fever and there’s no cure but to wait it out. Your character now has a very awful case of the flu for a day.

Describe yourself on anon and I'll say if I'd date you.

His expression turned a tad more sour. He glared at the picture, and he folded his arms across his chest, rather than sticking them in the pockets of his snood. "Delete the photo," he repeated, this time more demandingly.

Realizing that he wasn't joking, Erin's mouth stretched into a pout, turning his phone back towards him and deleting the picture. "Fine, fine. You're no fun, you know?" Sticking his tongue at the editor, he pocketed his phone and crossed his arms.