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My Opinion on;

Character in general: A+ cosplay, be careful or you might get kicked out of the convention for public intoxication. The first time I encountered the hooded haunted I was screaming like a little child and panicking. Didn’t give it much thought other than ‘fuck no not the laura hand guy!’How they play them: The amount of thought that has been put into this character is phenomenal. You had less to go on than pretty much everyone and yet you have made this amazing character that has such depth. The Mun:  Precious cinnaben roll too good for this world, too pure. Amazing writer with tremendous talent. Incredibly shy but faithful friend. Passionate and cares very much. 

Do I:

RP with them: YesWant to RP with them: OMFG yes. We have 3-ish threads but that isn’t enough. More please! Anytime. Anywhere. You pick the place and I will be there to write.

What is my;

The lights flickered in the room as the man before her knelt down, seemingly in pain. For a moment Juli could only watch as his shoulders shook in sobs of confusion. Her heart went out to him but there was nothing she could do, he was almost gone. 

Kneeling down she took away the hands that covered his face and gently cupped his face in hers to force him to look at him. There were no words between them, she simply captured his eyes with her own; a mixture of compassion and sadness rested within her eyes. Why did she feel this way towards him? Perhaps because he was once human, even though she only saw a sliver of that. If they were out of STEM, maybe things would of been different. Maybe.

VISUAL ATTRACTIVENESS: 💗💗💗💗💗(purely aesthetic appreciation of looks)

FRIENDSHIP LEVEL: 💗💗💗 (how close a friend they consider them)

SEXUAL DESIRE: 💗💗💗💗💗(wanting to have sex with them)

ROMANTIC INTENT: 💗💗💗(hoping for a romantic relationship)

💔 Non-existent💗 Very low💗💗 A little💗💗💗 Hopeful💗💗💗💗 High💗💗💗💗💗 Maximum

Send a ★ if you want a NSFW starter

Shit, shit, shit!

This was not good, not good at all. Why, you ask? Mostly because Henry found himself caught by one of the most persistent creatures in this world. Even with the environment used against him, he was able to get around it with ease, obviously showing that he was one of the more intelligent ones. To make matters worse, Henry knew exactly who was chasing him. 

He never seems to let up, does he?

Henry maneuvered around the debris, often going under or vaulting over fallen concrete or some kind of part of a machinery. They are in the faux city that would always change when one would least expect it. Entire roads would either sink and uplift into new areas or just crumble entirely. There are no set paths for Henry. He had to rely on his instincts and the sporadic imprints. Speaking of which, there were not much around and even they did not have the strength or power to aid Henry in his predicament. 

There is no use in hiding since the other is able to sniff him out with ease. He had whispered to Henry about him having a ‘sweet’ scent, whatever that was. Perhaps that’s how he was able to find the hermit so easily. That doesn’t necessarily helped his situation though. 

(x)

VISUAL ATTRACTIVENESS: 💗💗💗💗💗(purely aesthetic appreciation of looks)

FRIENDSHIP LEVEL: 💗💗💗(how close a friend they consider them)

SEXUAL DESIRE: 💗💗💗💗(wanting to have sex with them)

ROMANTIC INTENT: 💗(hoping for a romantic relationship)

send me an ✚ and i’ll try my hand at roleplaying your muse! 

There is a buzzing in his mind, a piercing noise that is always present. Idly he scratches at the gauze on his arms, staring dumbly at the foreign material. When did he start wearing this? Was he injured? He doesn’t hurt, in fact his entire body seems almost numb. He takes a peak under the bandages; they’re quickly replaced at the sight of blackened skin, dark as though it had been dipped in tar. That’s not him, can’t be him. He takes a deep breath. Swallows. Another breath.

He can’t keep doing this. He’s losing time. When he wakes up he’s covered in blood and there’s a strange taste in his mouth. He presses his palms to his eyes, hoping that noise would just go away but it won’t. Briefly he thinks of taking out his knife and simply carving out the sound, but that thought is instantly rejected. He’s worried it might work; that piercing drone is the only thing he has holding him together. He hates it, and yet he thinks if it stops he’ll simply cease to exist. That wouldn’t be so bad, except he’s certain he has to live. He promised someone. A woman. A sister? He promised her he would live. 

He’s got to get out of here. Shakily, he gets to his feet, wobbly as though he isn’t quite certain how to work his own body. He pulls his hood up over his head and it feels right. His steps are a little more certain, a little more as they should be, though vaguely he thinks that maybe his shoes don’t fit right.

Á : Is your muse loud in bed?

☂ : How long does it take your muse to hit climax, usually?

∀ : Your muse’s favorite position?

☞ : Does your muse like to bottom?

☜ : Does your muse like to top?

❤ : Where on their body is your muse most sensitive?

~ If the other knows the right spots then, yes, she can be very loud. ((nice way of saying, if they are good. Side note: she likes it rough)) 

~ It all depends on how aroused she is. But there can always be multiple.

~ Doggy style.

~ Yes.

~ Definitely.