Leave a “Amuse Me” in my ask, and I will write a funny drabble about my character trying to cheer your up.
Leave a “Break Me” in my ask, and I will write an angsty drabble about our characters.
Leave a “Call Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble about my character asking for yours [be it at the brink of death/in a battlefield/knocking on the front door wounded, feel free to specify.]
Leave a “Drink Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble about out characters out for drinks.
Leave a “Enamor Me” in my ask, and I will write a fluffy drabble about my character trying to woo yours [be it out of the blue/Valentines Day,feel free to specify.]
Leave a “Fight Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble out my character fighting with/or against yours.
Leave a “Get Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble about my character saving yours.
Leave a “Haunt Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character watching over yours[as a ghost, watching from a distance, or otherwise, feel free to specify.]
Leave a “Invite Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character asking your character to
Leave a “Join Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character giving your character an offer [be it a proposal for an alliance, asking them to join them in an activity (you can get dirty if you want), feel free to specify.]
Leave a “Kill Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character killing yours.
Leave a “Love Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a fluffy drabble about our characters.
Leave a “Mourn Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character mourning your character’s death.
Leave a “Nurse Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character healing yours.
Leave a “Offer Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character giving yours a gift.
Leave a “Paint Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character drawing a picture of yours [like one of your french girls~ be it painting them or drawing them, maybe offering a picture of them as a gift, feel free to specify.]
Leave a “Quite Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character trying to calm yours down [be it from crying, from lashing out, feel free to specify.]
Leave a “Remember Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character trying to get yours to remember them[be it from an accident, meeting them after years apart, feel free to specify.]
Leave a “Shag Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a dirty drabble about our characters.
Leave a “Tell Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character confessing something to yours [be it a love confession, a secret, feel free to specify.]
Leave a “Unbind Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about your character freeing mine, or the other way around, or something among the lines [be it freeing them from jail, from handcuffs, from a trap, from a curse, feel free to specify.]
Leave a “Value Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character telling yours how they feel about them.
Leave a “Wed Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about our character under the subject of wedlock [be it my character proposing to yours, or marrying yours, feel free to specify.]
Leave a “X Me” in my ask, and I will write whatever it is that you wish, [specify.]
Leave an “Yahoo Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about our characters celebrating something [feel free to specify.]
Leave an “Zip Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about your character dressing mine, or the other way around [this can also be used for shutting them up as well, but feel free to specify.]
Currently looking for an HQ person to join up our xmen rp which mostly takes place on AIM. AIM would be preferred, but just tumblr is fine too. Universe is fairly open as to what ‘version’ of what xman you wanted to RP. We currently have Jean, Hank and Emma Frost, all great RPers. Slash-friendly group, but Warren is the only char currently being played as gay, though Emma is…flexible. hehehe Send me what xman you’d be interested in RPing.
When Warren woke up to the alarm in the morning, he remembered, vaguely, the events of the night previous. He groaned and picked up the cane, so that he could get dressed and out for the classes he had to teach that day. Though he’d literally promised Hank less than 24 hours later that he’d stop the drugs, there was no way he was going to teach with the pain of the broken ankle…sober. So, he snorted a line, popped on the imager, and then went to influence the young minds of Xavier’s School for the Gifted.
Mr. Badass somehow managed through the day without the kids figuring out what was up, then headed out to the lawn to watch for a bit. Bobby was out there, playing basketball with Banshee. Warren rolled his neck when images of horror bubbled up to his mind, picturing slicing the red-head into 3 pieces with his wings, or maybe just shooting the feathers out to kill half these kids milling about, stumbling through their mating rituals. But, he knew those visions were what was left of Death…the influence of the wings that Apocalypse had given him. Those visions were a price to continue to be able to fly.
No matter how bad that got, he couldn’t imagine ever giving them up, /ever/, again. He slipped off his single shoe. He hated to fly with shoes on. Then he pulled off his teacher jacket and laid it over the shoe before letting the beautiful metallic wings unfold, glinting in the afternoon light, casting pinpoints of focused light all across the grounds. Some kid caught one in the eye and threw up his hand to block the light. Warren grinned.
It helped to have a running, gliding start, but he could do it this way too. Landing was just going to be a bitch, later. Wings out fully, he bent over and beat them hard, flattening thegrass around him with each buffet of the air. Once he was up about 12 feet, he switched their angle and started to glide, gaining speed, buzzing the basketball game, totally on purpose, and the school’s wrought-iron gate, not on purpose, before just soaring out of the area entirely. His blond hair pressed flat to his skull as he pushed himself higher and higher, so that he could soar around, making effortless circles, and just feel the free air up here.
Right now, it was lonely, no Storm, no Banshee, no Cannonball, all 3 of whom made such a fucking racket of noise when they came around. UGH. No, right now it was peaceful, perfect even, and he could watch from up here, watch the little dots on the school below.
