Open rp post

[penguinfaery]

CURRENT MUSELIST

Preferences: 
GENERAL: I'll play with anyone, so long as you give me something to respond to, more than the occasional one-liner. and no godmoding my characters.
AUs: I love love love AUs. Love them.
SHIPPING: Depends on the character, some of my character can ship with anyone, some not so much, but I am always willing to do gen stuff if a ship does work.
KINKS: Often depends on the character. I'm not going to judge you for asking if you're unsure, and am always willing to try to find something that does work.

Prompts: 
ALTERNATE UNIVERSE
1) High School
2) Hooker
3) Alpha/Beta/Omega
4) Criminal/Cop
5) Mermaid
6) Dark Tower
7) High fantasy 
8) Paranormal
9) Harry Potter
10) Post Apocolypse
11) Zombies
12) Historical
13) Other?

ROMANCE/SMUT
1) First Date
2) Cuddling
3) Cooking 
4) First Time
5) Break-up
6) The Moment After
7) The Morning After
8) Proposal
9) Wedding Day
10) Pregnancy
11) Baby
12) Children
13) Hurt/Comfort
14) BDSM - Non-sexual
15) BDSM - Sexual
16) Mindfucking
17) Dubious Consent
18) One-Night Stand
19) Mating Cycles/In Heat
20) Hatesex
21) Other! 

ACTION/OTHER
1) Shipwrecked on an island
2) Hunting a killer
3) Bar fight! 
4) Car chase
5) Alien attack
6) In jail
7) Captured/kidnapped
8) Stockholm Syndrome
9) In the middle of a war
10) Crash
11) Other!

What to do:
- Tag below with a prompt. You don't need to contact me or anything, just go for it! 
- Indicate in the subject line which muse you'll be tagging. 

- And I will tag you back!

Borrowed from the awesome cerebel

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[the_prisoner]

Eddie watches the two fight, already knowing the gossip around them, and wondering how the hell Harold Lauder thought he was gonna win that fight in a million years. He glanced back up at Roland as the fight was pulled around, laughing softly.

"This isn't your firsts Hogsmeade, right?"

He hadn't seen Roland there before, but that didn't mean much. As the carriages came to pluck students from the grounds, they moved towards the loosely forming line.

[ka_sera_sera]

"I've visited it on my own," he says, keeping to the truth, "but only briefly." Nevermind that 'brief' here means 'long enough to make mental maps both of the whole town and the ways people move through it'. It had been as brief as he could make it.

His gaze moves over the carriages, resting on the space in front of them for a moment, and he looks over the rest of the crowd to note whose seems to be doing the same. It's not definite proof of anything, but it is useful. As the teachers reach the front of the line they drift toward their own carriage, and the one who had been not-quite-glaring at him earlier pauses by the doors and looks back at them. Her lips thin, her eyes narrow, and her head tilts up before she climbs in the carriage and shuts the door. It begins, without him, to move away. He sighs.

[the_prisoner]

Eddie doesn't like 'em, and his mood change shows as much. He tried not to talk to much about it, although now days, more kids saw them. Still, those creepy ass horses made his skin crawl in a way he couldn't explain.

"Man, I wish they'd just let us walk." He grumbled, climbing into the carriage with his teacher. He doubted lodging a complaint with authority would do anything, but hey, worth a shot.

Noticing the glances from the woman, he opened his mouth to respond but, for once, shut it. Maybe later.

[ka_sera_sera]

"The thestrals serve their purpose," he says, pulling up the edges of his cloak and climbing in after. It's a fair guess that the boy sees them, and there's no point in pretending that Roland can't see them either.

He moves to the far side of the seats and leaves the door open, ostensibly to allow any others entrance. Good as the idea of talking one-on-one to the younger of the Dean brothers might seem, it's too obvious at this point. Roland's been watching his fellow teachers, the way they treat their favorites as well as their 'troubled' students, and he's learned not to underestimate how quickly children pick up on who is either.

He glances toward the open door, watching the change come over a young witch's face as she realizes exactly who's inside and moves on quickly. Someone might join them soon. Maybe. It's not as if he's quite that feared, is it? He tries to remember how it'd been in his childhood, whether they'd made such efforts to stay away from their own tutors. The comparison doesn't really work; the castles of Gilead and those of Hogwarts are too different to tell. No matter now. Something more immediate to get back to.

"Or don't you know much of them? The horses that draw these carriages." There's no telling, he's learned, what any of the students have learned year to year in this place.

[wiredup]

He shrugged again, warring internally between wanting to discuss them and...not.

Having someone, someone who really might know, to discuss it with won out.

"Nobody really talks much about them." He said, staring out the window, studying one of them harnessed to another carriage. Looking at it was some kind of abject pleasure, the creature on the fine line between disgusting and beautiful.

"I figured out you see them if you see somebody die. That's...about it. And nobody exactly shared that."

[ka_sera_sera]

After a moment Roland realizes he's going to have to take the risk of looking like he's singling Eddie out, because the rest of the carriages are filling and look like they're about to start moving, and no one's yet given this one more than a glance. He leaves the door open a moment longer anyway, for appearance's sake.

"I've noticed," he says, wondering whether it'd be safe to try to work the topic around to what kind of death it is that Eddie's seen. "Largest trained herd in the country, and to hear people talk you'd think these carriages pulled themselves. I'm fairly sure at least a few of the teachers actually do think that. Well enough for them, I suppose."