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rivetcitysecurity replied to your post: "I have seen poop on the subway so many times."...
“You say that now, but if the bus driver wouldn’t stop to let her off, you really think he’d later clean that bus up? Hell no. Hundreds of asses sat on that shit until all the shit particles were transported off to everywhere else. It’s a vicious cycle.”
"Have you got a shit fetish?"
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"I swear to fuck."
“ Sounds like someone needs to put a cap in the swear jar. “
@rivetcitysecurity continued from here
“..I didn’t know that, I’m sorry. So you - ” No. He wouldn’t push, since Shaun wasn’t pushing him, but of course he had questions. Clearly an orphan, then, but likely far earlier than Harkness had suspected.
“It’s not that I don’t want to tell you, Shaun it’s just…it’s really not safe. For either of us.” It’s why he hadn’t made a move past serious flirting. Not only because of the whole ‘hunted for 10 years by the most dangerous organization the wasteland had ever seen,’ but also because he wouldn’t want to cross any lines of consent. Shaun should know what he was getting into.
“I just thought telling you I’m similar would make the situation less awkward for you...” Shaun explained, shrugging as he looks down on his still moving fingers. Forcing them to interlace to stop fidgeting.
“... I have a secret too, a big one. One I can’t share with anyone without putting the person, myself, and possibly many others in danger. So I understand... that’s why I won’t ask because I could not answer either... maybe one day we can open up about it without any danger. That’s something to look forward to, right?”
The smile on his features fragile as he looks up again. A small hope that too easily could be shattered. He’d hate losing a friend over secrets.
♥ What’s the absolute best experience you’ve had in RP? & ♦ What’s your favorite thing about RP, generally?
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oh GOSH this is a hard one! I’ll narrow it down to something recent, rather than try and filter through 12 years of nonsense. Aha!
I suppose the best experience I’ve had lately in RP would be… being introduced to @rivetcitysecurity. A mutual friend, @hellsoverseer, made the fuckery happen, and honestly, I’ve had so much fun with the two of them since then. I love the carefree, goofy things we like to post about. It makes coming around here a lot brighter and so very enjoyable!
♦ ;
I think my favorite thing about RP in general would be the creative outlet it provides. It’s quite a therapeutic experience, in my personal case. I love to build worlds, and people to live in them. I like to mock up lives and then ruin them with relentless torture watch the muses grow from just a concept into a full personality that sometimes I feel really takes on its own part of the creative side of me.
Thanks for the questions, Zas! ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥
rivetcitysecurity replied to your post: 回 - For a phobia they have.
yet you wont let me kill them when theyre in your house
JUST BC THEY’RE CREEPY DOESN’T MEAN THEY SHOULD DIE
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"How long has it been since you lost them?"
She’s on her hands and knees, not caring that the dirt is ruining her stockings, her gloved fingers feeling the grass. “I don’t know, it might not even be here.” She sniffs, whimpers like a injured dog, but continues. She could buy some more diamond earrings, these weren’t anything special - not a family heirloom, not a gift from a friend, just something she saw in a store window and bought. But Marcie Lindell never loses things. Ever. Nothing misplaced, always labeled and stored properly. Yet, somehow, her earring has fallen off, expensive rock lost, and she’s losing her god damned mind. “You don’t understand...” She’s playing defense, knowing well enough from all the other times people have seen her searching high and low for a missing pen, a hair clip, things replaceable and ready-made. That’s not the point, not in her mind, where everything must be perfect, accounted for, everything in it’s right place. She momentarily gives up, sitting down in the grass, closing her eyes as she tries not to cry. God, she feels so silly and embarrassed, that he’s here and watching this. “Some bird probably ate it.” Marcie tries to laugh, but her huff turns into small hyperventilations, and she bites her lip roughly to stop it. She touches her ear, rubbing where the earring once sat. “T-Thanks for the help, Officer.”
❝ The sickest of burns. ❞
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@rivetcitysecurity let ram show hark how to hold a baby & feed it. let ram teach hark how to dad....
