First meeting
Oct. 6th, 2026 06:19 pm
How We Meet
Your characters haven't met yet. Mundane, inconvenient, dangerous, weird, or dumb luck: pick or roll to find out how the introduction happens. |
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How We Meet
Your characters haven't met yet. Mundane, inconvenient, dangerous, weird, or dumb luck: pick or roll to find out how the introduction happens. |
| ( Read more... ) |
The dust has settled, and nobody is coming to clean up the wreckage.
You might have been crushed under the weight of it. Or you dragged yourself across the finish line only to realize the price of victory was everything you actually cared about keeping. The heavy door swung shut, the bargain was struck, and the ink dried before you understood what you'd agreed to lose.
Select your ruin. Then figure out what you're doing with whatever's left standing.
Two people need the same thing, and there’s only one. Sometimes you can split it, share it, take turns, or squeeze in. Sometimes you can’t. Either way, both of you have to decide what happens next. HOW TO PLAY
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| OVER A DRINK |
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| 1. Post with your character. 2. You're at a bar. What kind of bar? Any kind you want. From fantasy taverns where various species mingle to futuristic space bars where half the drinks will probably kill you, or even an an overly kistch themed place where everything is overpriced, it's all good as long as there are drinks and company. 3. Respond to other characters. Perhaps you want to buy them a drink. Or perhaps you're inclined to be bought a drink. Maybe you saw someone you knew, or maybe you just want someone to talk to. Could be there's nowhere else to sit, and could be you want to drag them out to dance. 4. Get drunk. Or don't! Be the guest, or the bartender, or the newcommer, or even the janitor. Mingle, make friends, or lurk in a corner. 5. They say alcohol lowers one's inhibitions. Might just be time to find out how much. |


| o1. comment with your character and prefs in a top level. o2. reply to others, complete with pictures and gifs! o3. cook up something shippy from those inspirational ingredients. |
link 'em: embed 'em: shrink 'em: |

what it says on the tin. leave a blank comment, include your preferences or a starter, it's all good. reply to others with a text, a dirty picture (please link all nsfw things!), misfires, misdials, drunk filthy voicemails, whatever your heart desires. |
Congratulations!
You're getting married. Whether that's exciting, horrifying, politically necessary, or simply the least bad option on the table is another matter entirely.
Your parents signed the contract before either of you could walk. A monarch looked at a map and decided this seemed like a sensible way to prevent a war. Somebody inherited a title, a curse, or a kingdom with a spouse conveniently attached.
Whatever the reason, the wedding's happening.
Now comes the awkward part: figuring out what exactly to do with the person you're expected to spend the rest of your life with. You might fall in love, or you might spend the entire marriage plotting each other's untimely demise. There's plenty of room in between.


| ① comment with your character. ② repliers queue up a text (or two or three to choose from) that they typed up, but never sent. ③ only they fat-fingered and set them flying out of the outbox into infamy. ④ it's two in the morning jfc why are you asking me if i'd love you if you were a worm? no, i don't think my little pony is a metaphor for communism. go to sleep. check out theunsentproject if you'd like more serious ideas. |
It's just like nature intended. яυℓєѕ
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At some point, they stopped being company. They know where you keep things. You've seen them sick, half-asleep, furious, embarrassed, or standing in your kitchen looking for a clean glass. They ask for help with things they used to handle alone. You don't always notice when all of that becomes normal.

Sometimes, the need to stay close outweighs any notion of personal space. A single hand can be enough, a lifeline in the chaos. Or maybe it takes more: an arm wrapped tight around a waist, fingers tangled in a sleeve, both hands gripping as if letting go would mean losing everything.
Whatever comes next, letting go is unthinkable.
