Yarnzipan's RP Journal ([personal profile] yarnzipan) wrote in [community profile] agoodyarn2020-07-24 01:06 pm

OPEN RP POST!


1. Pick a character!
2. Pick a prompt!
  • High school AU!
  • College AU!
  • Daemons AU!
  • Fantasy/D&D AU!
  • Grim!Fantasy AU!
  • Urban Fantasy/Horror AU!
  • What if AU!
  • TFLN!
  • Texting!
  • Misfire Texting!
  • Jamjar AU!
  • ...whatever else you want!
3. Ping in here and tell me what you want *or* write a starter!
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[personal profile] really_sketchy 2020-07-24 06:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Hello! Ami here. Since I am busy this weekend I wanted to tag and put my thoughts down for our up coming PSL. I wasn't sure if I should do Yuna from X-2 or Naminé. So I flipped a coin lol. I'd love to toss her at Jamie tho! Because that sounds like fun and Naminé is a good bean who is learning how to finally be human. I was thinking Fantasy esque setting. Perhaps with her appearing in a world of his by accident or a High School AU? Let me know what you're feeling and we can chat it out here :D
really_sketchy: Kingdom Hearts 3 (Default)

[personal profile] really_sketchy 2020-08-26 01:36 am (UTC)(link)
Oh goodness, I suck. Are you still up for a PSL? I'll probably be slow but hopefully, I won't get sick again and be non-existent.

I can start a high school AU where Namine is in the art club or something?
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[personal profile] gonzoradio 2020-07-28 12:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Jail wasn't really the place where anyone expected to find a new career - unless you were a warden-in-training. Doug Eiffel had never been, or wanted to be, a warden-in-training. He was, unfortunately, more of the inmate type. The last thing he'd thought would happen was an oddly-affable man who offered him a way to set right what he'd done wrong and, more importantly, the funds to help his daughter. All he had to do is what he'd been doing before, just for this place called Goddard Futuristics instead of the military or the company he'd been working for. "After all," Kepler had said, "you're good at what you do. One of the best, in fact. I wouldn't be here if you weren't. Seems to me that all you need is a chance, and maybe somebody to keep an eye on you while you do it."

As much as he'd wanted to protest, he couldn't. He'd been okay in the military. It'd been when he got out on his own that he started to spiral. So maybe Kepler was right. Maybe what he needed was that kind of structure that would make it easier to stick to the whole 'no drinking' thing - as if the memory of what he'd done wouldn't suffice.

Now there was just one problem. He was going to space. And space meant - "No cigarettes? Seriously? I... I might cry. Or die. Or... or something. Me, without nicotine? Does anybody really want to see that?"