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leans down and kisses her !
a loving grin erupted on sarvente's features, leaning up into the loving kiss from ruv. the russian always seemed to find his way into her soft spot, heart fluttering for what felt like the millionth time as she gripped him by the front of his white shirt and pulled him in for another sweet smooch. ❝ i love you , silly. ❞ the devil mumbled against her partner's lips, tritoned skin flushed pink with joy.
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eating thread?
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STOP GET OUT OF MY ASKBOX
“Hey, watch where you’re going.”
“My apologies, I’m usually more coordinated than this!”
Hex relied a bit too heavily on solar power, leaving cloudy days such as this full of stumbles and sluggish movements. It wasn’t more than an iconvience, one he would correct with a full night’s charge, so the bot never really stepped away from the habit.
Looking up at the stranger, he checked to make sure nothing had been knocked out of his grip by the misstep. When it didn’t appear so, he offered a greeting.
“I don’t think I’ve seen you before, are you new to town?”
is there ever been a time when you’ve had to drop a roleplaying partner because you’ve found their writing style exhausting?
roleplaying habits questions.
i considered not answering this one, i actually missed it when i reblogged the meme, but i thought, if anyone actually cares about what i think and is on the fence i want them to hear that i think it’s okay. so yes, i have, but i won’t go into any more detail than that. it is okay not to click with someone. it is okay not to write with someone. i just don’t want to tell stories because i’m not here to roast anyone, intentionally or not, for their style. i think this goes doubly in a small community like fnaf. i’ve sometimes felt there’s an expectation to like everybody and write with everybody, and that we should all be friends. i think it’s vital to be cordial with everybody and not attack anybody, but there is never a real obligation to write with someone you don’t gel with. we unfollow, or block, and we move on. i will say that usually i don’t get to a point with people where i consider them a ‘partner’ if their style isn’t working with mine, because i won’t stick around that long, but maybe my definition of ‘roleplay partner’ is different? there are people i have written with, and there are people i’m building a narrative or exploring characters with; the latter category, i’d consider partners.
@midfite would like to talk it seems, chicadee !
there’s a curious look on the animatronics features, as she studies them for a moment. “ you’re definitely not a new edition to the freddy family. so what’s your name ? “
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// @midfite
› ; . 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐊 regardless of how lopsided the blinds remained on the church’s backroom windowpane, askew just like the morality severed from injustice. white washed eyes blinked away the grogginess of a disgusted hangover, the putrid scent of backwashed drink still lingering on both tongue && breath. ( revolting. . . ) ruv shook his shoulders as he shimmied up to a proper sit from his slump against the wall, bed abandoned somewhere between the hours of depressants && the blackout. what even turned him to use? it wasn’t like him.
that’s when he caught the blur in his peripheral, his door jarring open to let a similar frame hang from the other side. oh, his double — at least someone he’d let slide seeing him in a stupor like this. bile rises && burns the back of his throat as a lowly mitt rises to greet the other silently. lights dance && slur his vision as the taller squints through the spilling sunlight now hitting his eye-line, gruff wrinkling in a sneer. ❛ - the sun should bite me. - ❜ attention returns to the blatant entry, almost having forgotten that his doppel even existed mere feet away from his discarded vice.
❛ - would you believe me if i lie && say i slipped && fell this way. - ❜
