Open RP Post 2018

[cwolfeh]

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There's nothing wrong with reaching for new stars and those distance horizons.

✘ Full muse list is here ✘ Tag the post calling out a character! ✘ Include a prompt/meme prompt/starter/something for me to reply to. Any sort of prompt you want! Picture, text, etc. I'm down for anything you can come up with. ✘ Alternatively, I'm totally down for AUs as well. Post-apocalyptic, alien invasions, fantasy based--anything! Just tell me what you're interested in! ✘ This is open to everyone! Come one, come all!

Favorite Memes:
Soulmate AU + Morning After Meme + Rainy Day Meme + Dystopian/Post-Apocalyptic AU + Buddy Cop AU + Random Scenario Meme

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[stratusclash]

(I think..cute fantasy stuff with these two sounds absolutely wonderful. c: )

[rewritethesky]

[The sun was starting to set, which meant it was only going to get colder. Naminé wasn't afraid of the dark really, not when the small circular ruby on her forehead could emit it's own light, but it did mean that the temperature would change and plummet, and this little carbuncle didn't have shelter for the night.

Which is her mistake really. Forsakening the nearby forests for the human city wasn't the best of ideas. That she could admit. But with all the construction of human settlements and destruction of the trees and the forests and, well if she's truly honest, her own budding curiosity concerning these magic-less creatures, it all got the best of her. It took months of practicing shifting into a human form, making sure her tail disappeared and her ears were small enough and furless. But as the deforestation forced her to get closer to the city, she got better and focusing and maintaining the form.

All except her gem, the jewel on her forehead. Her blonde bangs were usually enough to cover it up, but not completely.

And it's too bad she's come into the city in such an awful season. After spending years having a fur coat and bundling up in her den over the winter, being human in the cold was something new. Naminé was completely unprepared for it, only finding some old clothes and a discarded coat and using just those to keep her body warm.

A big oversight. Human society was so strange and everyone seemed to look at her oddly when mentioned that she didn't have any money.

After noticing that the crowds have died down, she peeked out of the alleyway she had been huddling in for the day. The grates and steam of the restaurant beside had been enough to keep her warm for the day, but she should really try to find some actual shelter.

Which is all she can think about when she steps out and ends up colliding into another person.]

S-sorry!

[stratusclash]

[Being a Wendigo made it nearly impossible to hide what he was and that was just something that Cloud had come to accept over the years. People tended to give him a wide berth, whispering to themselves or outright avoiding looking at him. Wendigos were a sign of death. A sign of greed. None of which described Cloud very well but everyone had their curses, didn't they?

Large caribou antlers protruded from his head and his eyes were a deep blue, so dark they seemed to empty sockets. The thick fur that surrounded his neck and covered most of his shoulders could almost be mistake for a part of a sweater or scarf were it not for the antlers. His long fur covered tail flicked about behind him as he walked, hooves clicking softly on the pavement. He wore a thick jacket over a long gray hoodie that fell to the middle of his thighs, the young man not bothering with anything else--his fur more than protected him from the cold.

But it didn't protect everyone.

Cloud stumbled backwards a couple of steps as he was slammed into, fangs gleaming as he started to growl only to pause.]

...Are you alright?

[She was like him. Well, not a Wendigo but she was not human.]

[rewritethesky]

[Running into a body much bigger than her own made Naminé take more than just a few steps back. The young carbuncle seemed a little disoriented before gathering herself up and looking up at who she just ran into.

Or what, as her eyes get bigger the more she looks at him. Maybe it was the size of his antlers that was throwing her off or his natural height dwarfing her own, but suddenly she felt a lot smaller standing in front of him. Smaller and nervous.

He's not human at least. Her nose doesn't lie about that. But she hasn't quite seen anything like him before.]

I-I'm fine... [She doesn't sound very sure and quickly lowers her head, jewel gleaming for a second. He doesn't sound mad at least but that doesn't help her nerves. Not when she's wringing her hands like that and starting to shiver from the cold.]

...I'm sorry.

[Just please don't eat or kill her.]