forum Come, My Good Bitches. (Private Rp)

Started April 01, 2019 by Deleted user

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Matthias let out a groan as the rocking tilt of the ship rolled him out of his bed and onto the cold, unwelcoming floor. He vaugely felt the hard outline of an empty liquor bottle underneath his body, proding into his stomach as if to urge him to get up and start moving. "Aye, ya dissapointin' dildo. Enough o' that," Matt grumbled to hinself as he attempted to roll off of the bottle, only to hit himself against the wall of the crew cabin shortly after moving. His loud, frustrated groan seemed to have awakened some of the other crewmates in the adjacent room, as one of those pirates–as if on cue–banged his fist against the wall, grumbling something about hangovers.

(Was he in that one rp with those college kids that investigated disappearances happening at their college? Where my chattacyer jumped in late?)

(Yep. That was indeed him.)

(fuck it. imma throw him in like the chaotic gay uncle he is. just know he's a shortie at 5'8" and loves liquor and has a heavy southern "Texas cowboy" accent and that's all that's currently super important)

(You just discribed a pirate bromeo.)

(fuck it. imma throw him in like the chaotic gay uncle he is. just know he's a shortie at 5'8" and loves liquor and has a heavy southern "Texas cowboy" accent and that's all that's currently super important)

(You just discribed a pirate bromeo.)

(Nah. That's how he is normally. Multiply that by like 3 and now you have Pirate!Matthias)
(you're going to haunt me with that until the day I die, aren't you)

(fuck it. imma throw him in like the chaotic gay uncle he is. just know he's a shortie at 5'8" and loves liquor and has a heavy southern "Texas cowboy" accent and that's all that's currently super important)

(You just discribed a pirate bromeo.)

(Nah. That's how he is normally. Multiply that by like 3 and now you have Pirate!Matthias)
(you're going to haunt me with that until the day I die, aren't you)

(Sure tthing.)

Oona was doing a morning patrol of the clans borders. Something about the ocean water around her seemed off. Restless almost. The way it caressed her sensitive scales was harsher than usual, almost as if the ocean itself was telling her something was coming. She frowned a bit, flexing her tail as she came up beside Kydah. "You feel it too?" She asked, her voice passing between them like a swift current.

Kydah narrowed her eyes, twirling her s[ear a bit nervously. "Yes. The ocean is nervous, she is making us all nervous too." Kydah projected, her mouth barely moving as she did so. She still looked around, wincing every time a piece of sea debris brushed up against her smooth tail. She hated being here, but the mer had driven out the sirens so much that they hand ended up here, a hundred meters from a trash island. Well, maybe that was an exaggeration.

Leah sighed, looking up at the sky from her perch on the ship. The salt from the water leapt up and stung at her eyes. She heard a harsh voice call her name and jerked back to attention, grabbing her broom. She started sweeping the floor and singing softly to herself.

Sorry if that was really bad, I've never really RP'd before….

(It was great, dw!)

Morrigan picked herself up off the floor, swaying slightly as she made her way to the door of her small bedroom. Why has she even been on the ground in the first place? She couldn’t remember…. everything was so hazy in her mind…

Pushing the door open and travelling down the narrow hallway that led to the stairs, she began to climb up to the deck.

Matt let out one final, really heart-felt groan before pulling himself up in a sitting position against the cabin wall. A small grimace crossed his scruffy features once he recognized the footsteps of Morrigan passing by in the hallway. His foul mood dropped even lower as those footsteps gave Matt a sharp pain in his head. "Chef bett-r have tha coffee ready, else he's gonna say hello to tha fishies," he mumbled to himself as he staggered to his feet, and slowly but surely, by using the walls, guided himself out of his chambers and down the hallway all the way up to the deck.

It was only then, when the stinging sea breeze carressed his body, he felt an odd sensation amongst his leg hairs, as they were also played with by the wind. Well fuck me sideways wit' a swordfish. Aye must've lost mah trousers 'gain.

(fffffuuuck Red I love him so much xD

Also I'll have my character up hopefully tomorrow.)

(He’s awesome, Oml)

Halfway across the deck, Morrigan turned at the sound of uneven footsteps behind her. At the sight of a half-naked Matt, she stiffened, taking a few steps backward.

You should be used to this by now, she snapped at herself, He’s drunk most of the time. Get your act together.

Kane sighed as the sound of people coming above deck interrupted his staring. “Morning Morrigan,” he said, turning and smiling at her. He looked over her shoulder. “Did Matty boy forget his pants again?”

(We stan a Disaster Gay!)
Leah heard voices from the ship and walked over, her wooden leg giving a loud thump with every step. She saw Kane, Morrigan, and-oh God. She quickly averted her eyes from the half-naked and very hungover Matt.

Kane sighed as the sound of people coming above deck interrupted his staring. “Morning Morrigan,” he said, turning and smiling at her. He looked over her shoulder. “Did Matty boy forget his pants again?”

“Yeah….” Morrigan muttered, diverting her focus from the drunken man and turning it to Kane. “What time is it?”