Moving!
To the few people following this little indie RP blog, just thought I’d let you know I’m moving to a different page because reasons. But you needn’t worry, I’ll still be using the same tags and the current threads will not be dropped.
Reblog this if you like to RP with people for more reasons than simply wanting their Muse to be in love with yours. If you actually enjoy building a relationship (whatever kind it may be) between them, rather than just starting out with the pure intent of making their Muse love yours.
(Source: ask-jack-of-the-frost, via the-good-doctor-jonathan-crane)
Stranger Danger
The young woman cocked her head, mouthing the name to herself with a puzzled face. It managed to be nostalgic and at the same time rather unsettling, although she couldn’t quite place why for the former. Shrugging it off, she gave her name, “My— my name’s Dolores.”“Hmph. ‘S a borin’ name,” Baby Doll replied critically, looking Dolores up and down. “Don’ likes borin’ peoples.” She tapped her foot impatiently. “What’re youse doin’ heres?”
“I-I got lost,” Dolores murmured, her freckled face reddening with embarrassment. She wondered if it sounded just as ridiculous to the small woman as it did to her. Grown-ups weren’t supposed to get lost and frightened, but then there were quite a few things grown-ups were supposed to do that Dolores struggled with.
(This problem has been bugging me since I created my character a couple months ago. Due to her history she’s pretty much kept herself away from the world, so when I try to greet new followers IC it’s like…how?)
Stranger Danger
Miss Dauner shook her head, obviously struggling to organize the thoughts ricocheting inside her skull. “Wh-what’s your name?” she asked, trying to get at least one of her most basic questions answered.
“Baby Doll,” came the answer, sweet-as-you-please. “You?” The small woman hid her irritation well.
The young woman cocked her head, mouthing the name to herself with a puzzled face. It managed to be nostalgic and at the same time rather unsettling, although she couldn’t quite place why for the former. Shrugging it off, she gave her name, “My— my name’s Dolores.”
Random Fact #2
Dolores has great difficulty eating meat, and usually ends up vomiting it back up.
Stranger Danger
It was clear from Dolores’ long, clueless stare following that statement that she was lost not only in the way of directions. After a solid ten seconds, all she could manage was “What?”The response was a flat, “Think it through.” Baby Doll, batting her eyelids, stood on tiptoe to poke the girl in the chest. “‘N be quick ‘bout it, ‘kay?”
Miss Dauner shook her head, obviously struggling to organize the thoughts ricocheting inside her skull. “Wh-what’s your name?” she asked, trying to get at least one of her most basic questions answered.
Friendly reminder that you can torture my muse, abuse them, attack them, love on them, hate on them, stalk them, make them cry, force them into hurting people, wipe their memory, creep them out and so much more.
