perma open rp post (call me out/picture prompt/any prompt)

[unversed]

★ pick someone you want to play with and put it in the subject.
★ feel free to request if you don't see 'em on the list. (muse strength may vary)
★ leave any prompt: images, lyrics, texts, etc.
★ feeling uninspired? no worries, i got you bro.
★ have fun!
★ fyi "late" doesn't exist.

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yo linus + boardgame verse

[claridade]

cole + boardgame :v

[sinta]

celty.....................hi ame

[ex_longanimity327]

[blindspots]

[ if he could sleep the whole day away without someone or something eventually rousing him, he would. these days, he only wakes up when the smell of coffee drifts into his room, pulling him back from the dreams of his father and unfulfilled promises, of times when things were easier, brighter.

he rises from the depths of his pillows and comforter, rubbing the sleep and crust from his eyes while haphazardly throwing on a random shirt and sweat pants. he shuffles to the kitchen like some kind of lazy zombie, white hair sticking up in all kinds of gravity defying directions, sniffing the air in intervals with his eyes still half closed. is someone making pancakes too? bless their soul. ]

i didn't know what to do with that second picture but i hope this is ok akjsflasg

[calcinate]

[ midnight finds linus picking his way through the graveyard, armed with the world's biggest flashlight and a bouquet of flowers. he can't remember how henri convinced him to go with him but it went something like: let's go ghost hunting, he said. it'll be fun, he said.

a chill breeze hits him on his left, ruffling his hair and causing him to huddle further into his coat. everything about this is just making him regret his life and choices even more. but if push comes to shove, at least he can light up the flowers and chuck them at whatever comes out to jump them. ]

Why did I think it was a good idea to come with you.

hi michi

[helmets]

[ it's late in the evening when she stops her bike at a park, leaning against the handles to watch the sunset. she flips her phone out of her sleeve and takes a picture, then sends it to izumo. ]

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Occasionally, it's beneficial to take some time out of your day to unwind and be yourself.

[claridade]

Because it is― Er, how do you Americans say it...? Dia de Finados? The Day of the Dead!

[ Ghost-hunting in his experience has yet to be successful. In fact, the few times he's been to Caju Cemetery, he hasn't seen anything... "paranormal". Even though, Henrique's friends have told him, There is a senhora, Henrique! A lady in white! the first time they were here.

But now he's in his 20s and capable of literally shedding some light, so he figures, eh, why not? You only live once, right? ]

In the past, people have seen many things here... My friends in my youth have said they have seen a senhora em branco―a lady in white... But I believe she is not the only one here.

[ but he does have a real reason for bringing Linus here ]

Ah, I forget. Our King thinks a Seal's Key lives nearby, hence the flores, you see?

whispers at

[cicloni]

[ex_longanimity327]

[ he was just getting ready to close down shop for the day when he gets the text. ]

That Gaelic for asking me to hang out with you on a late night?

[helmets]

It could be.

Only if you don't have any prior engagements, of course.

this isnt late at all

[calcinate]

If you wanted to see a lady in white you could've just gone to that strip club we passed earlier.

[ ok no he's just being an ass. come on linus you're not a chicken you can do this. just some ghost hunting, who even believes in that crap anyway? ]

Flowers for the Seal's Key, huh. What if they're allergic to flowers, did you think of that?

[claridade]

Meu amigo, don't talk of that place! [ he went to a strip club once, that was an awful experience ]

The flores are a symbol of good will, we do not have to give these to... him or her.

this is my brotp i'm just saying

[calcinate]

Was your first time really that bad? Come to think of it, you've never given me the deets.

[ come on henri don't leave a bro hanging. ]

Yeah, whatever. Let's just get this thing over with. We're getting pizza after this, okay.

mine too

[claridade]

[ he's not talking about it!! ] It was an experience that has put me off alcohol, meu amigo, I will tell you as much!

[ yeah, okay, pizza, do they have domino's here in Rio? whatever, suddenly Henrique stops walking, as if he heard something in the distance―a growl, a snarl, a crack of a fallen twig ]

―Do you hear that?

cole + boardgame again

[peeve]

This is Cole Kim, right?

MY SON

[deportment]

MY MOTHER

[figurantes]

[I DONT KNOW OK IM BAD AT PROMPTS???]

thanks for not notifying me dw

[blindspots]

who's asking?

[woobies]

[ it's starting to become a routine: every morning he would wake up with the sun (sometimes even before, if he was the last one on watch) and head down to the river to get water for the first pot of tea. sometimes there would be risen to greet him, but after endless rounds of Kjelle's spartan training, he's gotten accustomed to bringing his ax around with him wherever he goes and if he does come back with a few extra bruises and cuts, so be it. only the best for his mother, right?

but it's been getting colder recently and Plegia's winters were nothing to shake a fist at, so he moves as quickly as he dares; nearly dropping the tin of tea leaves and peppermint sticks. eventually, he tiptoes into Maribelle's tent and sets the cup and pot carefully on the low table before tip toeing out --

and getting his foot caught on her staff. ]

WHAT DO I EVEN DO WITH THIS????

[invigors]

[ in a dance studio three miles away from the crash, Olivia stumbles during her pirouette and nearly breaks her ankle.

instead of going to sit down she grabs her phone and calls Inigo in a fit of worry. ]

Inigo?! Inigo are you all right?

[deportment]

[maribelle, sleeping under many layers of only-very-slightly-worn fleece (war is hard on everyone, we all have to make do), wakes with a start and a very undignified snort at the sound.]

What in blazes--

[her sleeping mask gives her a struggle, but she's soon stripped it off her face and disentangled herself from all those blankets, and is reaching for the hefty ax she herself keeps by her bedside... when she stops, and looks, eyes heavy with sleep.]

Brady? What on earth are you doing over there, dear, tent renovations?

[woobies]

[ aw shit. ]

Dammit, Ma! Ya ain't supposed to wake up!

[ he hops on one foot away from the staff and ends up falling over sideways on her bed, getting a mouthful of fleece. ]

... I just wanna give ya some tea.

LOOK I COULDN'T THINK OF ANYTHING AND IT WAS RIGHT THERE

[figurantes]

[by the time he's able to answer the call, he's been helped onto the curb by a friendly bystander, clothing slightly singed, a nasty cut on his forehead. the as-yet-unexplained fire has been extinguished, emergency services are apparently on their way, and inigo is left in the middle of it all, bikeless and sheepish.

with a mother who, apparently, has a sixth sense for disaster.]

I'm fine, Mother, everything's fine! I fell off my bike, that's all. You know, I was just thinking what a shame, not to have any lovely ladies to fuss over me, when who should call me but the loveliest lady of all? Ahahaha!

[it's possible he might have a concussion, but with inigo, who can tell?]

CRYING

[invigors]

You fell off your bike?

[ she sounds so aghast. her sweet baby boy what is she going to do with you. she'd rushed outside when she waited for him to pick up earlier, frantically harassing the nearest pedestrian to point her in the direction of an accident please sir something happened to my son and i need to make sure he's okay.

it takes her ten minutes to run down there, dodging bystanders and officers alike and not stopping for anyone until she sees inigo. ]

Inigo! There was fire involved? Th-This looks more like a crash-!

[ sweet naga she's going to get a heart attack. cupping his face trying to make sure he's ok she's so worried. ]

Did someone check on you? Are you sure you don't have a concussion?

[deportment]

Language.

[it's a halfhearted chiding, as she blinks herself awake and shifts out of his way. reaching up, maribelle begins the lengthy process of unfastening her hair from the many clips and curlers that hold it in place during the night.

...wait, did he say tea? her morning tea? sure enough, there's the tea set laid out ready. oh, the sweet boy. she heaves a small sigh, but there's a smile behind it.]

Well, there's nothing else for it then, is there? Now that I am awake, you'll just have to join me.

[and she moves to the table, gesturing for him to fetch himself an extra chair from the other side of the tent. chop chop, now.]