creepyfries: (Like a record baby)
My name is Lo ([personal profile] creepyfries) wrote in [community profile] sayitwithpocky2012-03-31 04:39 pm

The BIG DAMN OPEN POST

All the threads, all the time, for everyone! Even if we've never played together before! It's one big damn happy (or unhappy, depending which way you like your RP to swing) free for all. So if there're any set-ups you want to tag out then jump right in! (...Just please give me a scenario and set the scene well enough for me to know what we're doing, and tag the existing threads instead of adding new ones. Okay? Okay!).

OPEN FOREVER UNTIL WE HIT MAX COMMENTS.
gruntingtsun: (TSUN TSUN TSUN)

today in the "latest tags ever" category

[personal profile] gruntingtsun 2012-09-17 08:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[Annoyance. Annoyance sounds about right.

... Shit though, Dick really doesn't like how strained Clarence's voice sounds. Maybe it's sudden dere or maybe it's leftovers from his childhood at his parents' daycare, but he has the sudden urge to take things into his hands and take care of that stupid jerkass. At least Clarence shouldn't try to bite his fingers off. Probably.]


... Go the fuck to bed. Now.

[He's willing to let the "dumbass" comment slide for now, so you better fucking listen to him Clarence. Listen to your frowny asshole boyfriend.

He won't bother recommending going to a doctor either way, because fuck doctors. You can't trust people who work with with assholes who experiment on poor innocent Pokémon.]
bandagedmandit: (Lalala can't hear you!)

"kawaii as fuck" category, more like

[personal profile] bandagedmandit 2012-09-17 09:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[No promises can be made about finger biting, but at least Clarence isn't going to fight Dick about going to bed. What the hell else was he expected to do right now, anyway?

Without any further prompting Magmar obediently leads his weakened trainer into the bedroom and over to the bed. Clarence flops down limply atop the duvet with a groan, lying horizontal to the mattress with his legs hanging off the edge and his eyes squeezed shut. He can't even be bothered to get in properly—his head is heavy like someone has filled it with lead, and the slightest noise echoes and bounces painfully around the inside of his skull, sending another dull wave of nausea through him.]