bakerstreet | april texting.

Entry tags:

april texting.

TEXTING MEME
You’ve got your TFLN, you’ve got your sexting, now here’s the meme for all those gen texts, phone calls, voicemails, pictures of your cats, and whatever else your little heart can come up with, because who doesn't like a little old fashioned friendly texting. (Or enemy texting, if that's more your bag.)

instructions: What it says on the tin! Leave a comment with your character, include preferences, a start, absolutely nothing or whatever you want. Run around and reply to others. Lather, rinse, repeat.

Threaded | Top-Level Comments Only

Of course, I had a long conversation with a dancer about her tattoos. She had the most beautiful full back piece I've seen, it was a rendition of The Assumption of the Virgin by Tiziano Vecelli.

[Leave it to Judd to talk art with a stripper but he can't help it, it's one of his biggest passions.]

How was your evening?

[The truth is, that Loki gave up on being a hero because despite all his efforts, no one believed he was good. That he was capable of change. Even Thor still saw him as a liar. And that broke him.

But that story is over now, and it is only theirs tangentially.]

i'm an interesting sort, aren't i?
perhaps i'll possess you next, see if i can steal some of that positive energy

Good.

How did it get there in the first place?

We had an agreement.

That is honestly so sexy of you.

[ what, no wine?

-- a thought: of Vash and Wolfwood bubbled up together in a little hovel, bold and foolish with drink.

Wolfwood and a cigarette balanced on loosening lips -- a (more-than-)human weakness.
Wolfwood tipsy and eager to make a mistake, all too (almost-)human. ]

Is that tongue sincere tonight?

[ If he didn't have a mouthful of cock, he'd laugh out loud at that assessment. Distracting? What's the bloke trying to focus on outside of this?

Eventually he draws back, string of saliva stretching out between his bottom lip and the tip of Rowan's cock. It only breaks when he grins upwards. ]

You don't want to jizz down my throat, nah?

[ oh this is getting away from him so fast. it's probably a good thing for him he can't outright see that she's laughing. meanwhile, he's fumbling while typing ]

Only if I go too far! Or if
I'm not going to have a good answer for this, am I

Yeah! Who would I be if I wasn't hopeful? Knowing there won't be any property damage is a good start, isn't it?

[He's in the bedroom in an instant, ready to apprehend anything trying to bolt, only to join Arid in. Staring. At the creature sprawled out over his spare parts.]

That is not a suitable resting site. Remove yourself immediately.

[When Jim reaches in the creature bunts at his hand and makes a rumbling sound with its diaphragm that leaves him tilting his head in confusion. He looks up at Arid.]

It appears to have been seeking shelter.

It is not working.

Hate that for me. Alright. Let me go find some...I don't know. Welding gloves or the like I can put on. Can you try to run an internal scan and narrow down where it might be holed up?

Shouldn't you be leading by EXAMPLE?

[It's about half an hour later when Jim messages Spock back.]

Released from Medical, hands and arms are tender, but good as new otherwise. No one else got brought in, so I'm assuming there have not been any further issues. Any news on your end?

[He's biting his thumbnail so hard in his worry.]

Shadowheart healed you up though? It's all good now??? Do you need anything?????

[How can two men be so brilliant and yet so ignorant at the same time??]

I see. Do you wish for it to remain professional, Jim? Perhaps it is my history that is making me presume. I did not mean to offend. It seems strange for my alternate to get into a physical altercation with a diplomat on your behalf were you not his bond-mate. Vulcan clan law is very clear about infringements therein.

Fair enough. Since you gotta get sets....top three? And then whatever else.

You plan on making me a lot of breakfasts?

[Ah-... breakfasts would imply that she'd spent the night, so it's for the best that he gives her a task to focus on.]

So slicing rather than dicing, okay. Thin or thicker slices?

I'll get myself some beer for the weekend and we can hang. It'll be a guilty pleasure date.

Fast media in general is derivative these days, but honestly the industry's always been that way. Globalism just means we see more of it. And yeah. Realism just adds that bit More to any effects, I agree. If it makes folks Feel something, then you've aced the assignment.

[There's a pause then while Josh has a bit of a self depreciating laugh.]

Nah, nothing like that. My old man's a big time producer in the horror genre but for me it's a hobby, yet. I love making effects, filming things. Only bit of work I've gotten to do so far has been for school. But I enjoy it. I think I'm pretty good at it, even.

[Too bad dear old dad only remembers his son exists when something goes Wrong.]

I've seen folks do dinner and an interactive show type events like that in Vegas before, but I've always been too busy getting drug around for my old man's work to attend. I'd love to set up something like that. An interactive gothic horror murder mystery type thing. Making special effects is fun as hell despite the Effort involved.

[ a brother who runs and runs and runs himself into ruin... ]

How well you would do within walls.

I'd miss the sky.

It's, no, it's fine, I'm not offended. I'd be a huge dickhead if I was offended by the concept of bonding with Spock officially.

It just hasn't come up as, like, a thing, that we've talked about, at all. Ever. Or, well, we have, but in the sense where the rest of the crew gives us shit about all the marriages and we complain about their audacity. So like, if there was something, probably neither of us would say anything after all that.

[ a slight pause between messages, and then: ]

Oh, he was trying to touch my brain without permission. Guess his species is a bunch of empaths and he wanted to snoop around. Spock noticed even before I did, so, yeah, it's a huge thing now...

[ and yet spock could only have noticed if he was already in jim's brain himself—god they're so fucking stupid i hate them. ]

I'm not in a rush to reach my edge immediately. You do look rather pretty where you are, but I think I want to see you laid out on my sheets.

[Up on top of the loft, tucked away in the corner was his bedroom. He loved the view from it, especially when it was covered in fog. He held a hand down to offer to Bob to help stand.]

And it's not as if we can't continue there.

Yeah, it sure as shit isn't.

Threaded | Top-Level Comments Only

Page 129 of 201

april texting.

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject