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A job is a job rp

Aug 21, 2015

I wanna rp with the new character I just made. His name is Rin and he's an assassin. (Not assassin creed type assassin.) So I got some kinda romantic ideas. The target: Your oc is wanted alive in exchange for a hefty price and Rin gets assigned to take care of it, but a long the way feelings change. The Partner: Your oc is new to the business and Rin is in charge of making sure you don't get killed but soon his protection becomes more than just an order. The Witness Your oc saw something they shouldn't have, Rin has to make sure they won't say a word about it, but ends up enjoying your ocs company. The Customer: Your oc hires Rin for

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Prompts For Sale

Jul 27, 2015

hey guys, i did a poll and people said they'd like to do this so... it's not a lot but it's stuff i know i I will never ever try to work on but sounds cool. i think they're kind of unique but that's also why they're only 1pt. they are in categories of what i have them in but of course, you can use them for however you like. RULES 1) you must comment on the one(s) you want 2) each prompt is 1 point. you can get as many as you want 3) you must give me the point first 4) each prompt can be bought twice, just in case someone likes the same one *OPTION: whether you make it a one shot or a series, i'd love to see what you did with the prompt!

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Untitled

Return to my eye Make a hole have context light To cast my shadow To enclose me tight For numbed a burning context That only dark brinks

Read Later-Poem

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Cliche

This was bullshit. Pardon my French, but seriously? I tell my mother I'm atheist, and what is her solution? Take me to confession. "It'll be good for you, sweetie!" she'd said. "It'll help you find God!" not two seconds after she said this, my dad excused himself to go smoke a joint in front of the church. Exhibit A of how ignorant my mother is of her surroundings. Exhibit B is her leaving to go have dinner with a group of church ladies and expecting me to be in her confessing to a God I don't believe in. Having God shoved down my throat is not going to make me believe in Him. First off, it'll make me vomit, second off, it's going to mak

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The Truth About Poltergeists

It’s no picnic being a creature of pure celestial intent. I followed Phil, my charge, into the living room and stood on the cat’s tail. The animal jumped and yowled. I flailed and my wing bumped a vase, knocking it over. More flailing and I bumped a lamp too. “Bollocks.” Phil lunged and steadied the lamp. He looked at the shattered vase and frowned. “Mary? I’m telling you there’s something here.” “Not this again. Oh!” A woman walked into the room and paused when she saw the remains of the vase. Her hands went to her mouth. “Sorry,” I said. They didn’t hear me. &#

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OMFG Is This Real

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A job is a job rp

Aug 21, 2015

RolePlay

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CosPlay

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Cliche by Kindrix-of-the-Phunk, literature

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Cliche

Happy Schizo by RemnantThoughts, literature

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Happy Schizo

From time to time I get lost in my words, Trying to differentiate, My meanings from the birds, I mean, the herds, The group of people speaking in my head. What’s the difference between a daydream and sleeping in bed. See, I decided that all is reality, But I’m considered crazy, Because of my duality. We have one reality in multiple existences. One instance is my daydream. Where my day seems great, Until I hear those may screams. The train passing by, not the rain dropping, Or it’s just mixed, where people are screaming, Because trains are falling out the sky, Like rain drops and the main plot, Is to hit me, how harsh. Just

Sometimes Not by BlackBowfin, literature

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Sometimes Not

when we join the stars they fill the holes in both our bodies and pasts with light, healing all scars and starless skies from memory and the dense fog of pride remains earthbound consuming its next victim, for it has no place beyond the filter so transacts the cycle, our feet displaced by another's presenting a new (old) line to toe sometimes heavier, but sometimes not our earthpath steps itself under another us, our children, or a stranger- all difference (of) being merely a construct of life below the filter and when up from the ill-fit of earth feet, we rise we hang our love and life above as stars, to light the path for those that ste

100 themes challenge by wei-en, journal

100 themes challenge

Nov 12, 2014

100ThemesChallenge (https://www.deviantart.com/100themeschallenge), variation 2. 1. Introduction 2. Love 3. Light 4. Dark 5. Rot 6. Break 7. Heaven 8. Away 9. Cut 10. Breathe 11. Memory 12. Insanity 13. Misfortune 14. Smile 15. Silence 16. Spit 17. Blood 18. Under 19. Grey 20. Fortitude 21. War 22. Mother 23. Distasteful 24. Want 25. Lurking 26. Europe 27. Foreign 28. Sorrow 29. Urban 30. Rain 31. Flower 32. Night 33. Wrath 34. Moon 35. Walk 36. Precious 37. See 38. Abandoned 39. Dream 40. 4:29 PM 41. Citric Acid 42. Still 43. Die 44. Two Roads 45. Two Guns 46. Drop 47. Dirt 48. Young 49. Preservatives 50. Breaking the Rules 51. Sport

Lenses by Monocephalized, literature

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Lenses

Hug and embrace Smile and sadness Rain in white noise Fall in gladness Empty lessons Learn and linger Where no waiting Will be clearer On drives the potholes grow On roads the weeds will break Green trivial, impending still On time to have to wait Look and watching Think and search for Pebbles rattle With the shell shore Creatures younger From their faithless Quest of coming Close to bliss On tides the lather swells On murk the table drowns Old charts die, curl and fade On winds their whispers are found On visions mayhap be On slides the image bends To replicate, bring back to life On memories we mend Leave and fleeing Charge and facing B

COLD by chris137, literature

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COLD

COLD What is cold? Is it the absence of fire, When the skin turns blue And the mind is racked with desire, For it's amber glow? Is it getting stuck In the darkness and the rain, Water slowly seeping in, Head pounding with the pain, Under the storm's fury? But cold is the feeling Of being alone in a crowded room When a play is over and There's the ordeal of going home To an empty house When the music stops, And the people have all left. The stage is deserted Cloaked in a silence that clefts Your heart with the knowledge That no one cares If you live or if you die And no one's there To hear you when you cry In the silence of the night. Di

The Fishing Trip (Mpreg) by felixg123, literature

Midnight Surprise (birth) by felixg123, literature

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