Skwisgaar's Return [Open RP]

[best-guitarist.livejournal.com]

((OOC: Warning for general NSFW language and situations throughout the comments, although any actual sex will probably get the fade to black treatment so as not to break the players' minds...))

There was the unmistakable sound of another butter-greasy body hitting the floor, followed by the clatter of his mysteriously indestructible electric guitar that accompanied him everywhere, and a name disappearing from the popcorn plaque that could mean only one thing. Everybody's favourite six and a half foot tall (give or take an inch), stereotypically blond and blue-eyed Swede guitarist with a dubious grasp of English and weakness for GMILFs was back. Okay, so the only people who even pretended to tolerate him were presumably still in Mordhaus, but he's convinced everybody thinks he's awesome anyway. Because he's Skwisgaar Skwigelf, fastest guitarist in the world. His native world, at any rate.

"I hope I's not brokes anythings," he groaned without bothering to get up off the floor to check. He hadn't landed on his hands or wrists, and that was all that really mattered. He was on his back, and tilted his head side to side, looking at his surroundings and managing to recognise them. It was that stupid magic and very unmetal castle again. He pulled his guitar into his lap as he sat up. "Oh, dis is dildos," he muttered to himself. "I almost dies and get sents back heres?" He tuned his guitar and continued griping and swearing colourfully in Swedish since there was no one else around to hear, or so he thought.

[Closed, L/Matt] Bet none of you saw this coming, eh?

[12panelwonder.livejournal.com]

It's an odd situation when Matt's not playing videogames or hacking, but there he was, petting a sleeping Koopa.

When he almost let his pride lose his relationship with L, he vowed never to let that happen again. Cause L meant more to him than anything. And he's greedy.

So Matt's waiting in his room for L, petting Koopa a bit nervously.

[[OOC: NSFW]]

A handsome gazebo. (OC squibbait application)

[ubergazebo.livejournal.com]

Slow life of wood. Sap seeping through woodgrain and through cracks in paint. News from tree to tree in wind speaking of brothers slain. Gazebo, I, will stretch and move. Gazebo probes earth to taste what path leads to the brothers' resting ground. Another flavor there too, like truffles. Gazebo knows that is a love flavor.

Magic helps gazebo, me, to move. Proudly bedecked in flowers. Handsome and angry. That is me. Hear the voice magic gave me to speak without wind. I demand audience.

( Allow me to elucidate. )

"I have read the [info]hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. ubergazebo
I have read the [info]hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. ubergazebo
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. ubergazebo
One day, marmalade will rule the world. ubergazebo"