bakerstreet | Rule 63 Meme

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Rule 63 Meme

RULE 63

Rule 63 is an internet adage which states that for every fictional character, there exists an opposite-gender counterpart. It is considered a notable tenet of the anonymously-written Rules of the Internet.

♥ How to play ♡

♡ Comment with your character, preference, and information! Your character can be the one who's swapped, or the replying person, or both characters! Please state your preference!
♥ Reply to others.
♡ RNG. You guys never use those prompts anyway.

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[ ooc: I'm game for all swaps. ]

( ooc ; you rang? )

[i have been Summoned.]

[ .. well.. yeah.. ]

[ Do you want Male Kylo or Female Kylo ]

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his BROW omg my fucking typos

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[ota, always-a-girl]

[full-AU/always a girl, OTA gen, f/f & talk to me beforehand for shipping, no smut]

( ota, always a (messy) lady. )

(Canon through the first film, OTA for all)

[i tend to play her as pre-52, full AU, with jade swapped too so lian's a thing]

Here is the truth—no matter how clever she’s shown herself to be, Thranduil still operates on the misconception that he will, one day, fail to be surprised by her various talents. That he will not look at her in wonder, dazzled and yet incredulous—'ah, she has done it again’. What she has surprised him with this time is not a nugget of information gleaned from the Fade or a particularly elegant motion in combat that sends their enemies tumbling, but rope and the work of her own two hands.

He tries his wrists again, rolling his shoulder and feeling only the bite of even the very fine rope. He is not sure exactly what sort of rope she used, because he’s coming to the disconcerting thought that it may well be real rope, in that he cannot break free.

He is not sure how he feels about the matter, so he stops his awkward beached-fish wiggling and looks up at her, nearly—only nearly—contrite.