Nov. 24th, 2014

leftbehindagain: (oh good)
[personal profile] leftbehindagain
About time you did something. Of course I turned up on purpose - stagnating doesn't help either of us.

I mean, actually helping figure things out is great too, and if you were in the mood for this kind of story then that's a side bonus. And I really like having something I'm held accountable to.

But I know you know sitting and stewing isn't any good. You think this would work half as well without someone at the keyboard who gets that feeling?
andproper: (Default)
[personal profile] andproper
I don't think Katniss would approve of me going to a horror game, mun.... Don't they experiment on people? And all the cities are pretty weird; and they mess with your memories. Its sort of like the Capital, right? Except the peace keepers don't just punish you, they put you in a big underground prison and do experiments on you. And they mess with your memories a lot, like they did with Peeta.

I guess I can always turn into a duckling... unless they block my powers. I don't think I can save anyone like that, though.

Of course I have to try and save them! I'm a Teen Titan. I promised Robin; and I want to be a doctor one day. Doctors have to try and help people, just like Super Heroes.
whitescalesbigmouth: (Saft - I told you I don't need saving!)
[personal profile] whitescalesbigmouth
...Okay, I get it you like shipping me with people, that's okay and all but seriously, when you're possibly thinking of shipping me with one of my sworn enemies then we're gonna have a problem.

Especially when said enemy happens to be a fairy jerk who's let see now... Tried to put the blame of a huge fire on me, Switched bodies and ...yeah let's not even TALK about that one and now you're talking about something else possibly happening between us.

I mean - ew, mun.

Major ew, I don't DO fae.

Not now, not ever.
giantsofty: (Please.)
[personal profile] giantsofty
I wonder, as all men do, what lies ahead for me. I feel... squandered. An old, familiar emptiness threatens my peace of mind. The feeling that I cannot walk a path I choose, that I must be idle against my nature.

I want to walk out upon the vastness of the world and beyond again- places, people, events, ideas. I want to be a part of it. Not sitting in a cavern with only the wind asking when I can step out. The wind calls me and I wish to listen to its poetry again.

[He is so dramatic sometimes, the big sap.]

Hmmph. You've heard me out. That you can consider I need room to roam is all I ask. Make my life a game if you must; in a way it always was, but grant me what freedom I need.