#[let the rpc heal please

[sentofight]

ooc. good morning. let's resume my plan to take over your inboxes. (very sloth-ly.)

[rpcpositivitea]

due to the number of messages i've gotten about this, i just want to state for the record that i have no interest in bashing whoever it might be behind tattler or anyone else for that matter.

tattler is gone. for the good, thank you. for the bad, keep the bad out of positivitea, please. for the in between, let it lean either side so the decision can be easy.

to answer some frequently asked questions: i do not know who was behind tattler. i do not know why they are gone or the circumstances surrounding their departure. i honestly don't know much at all. i exist here in my bubble and i haven't ventured out of it in quite some time.

that said.... it is my hope that with its closure and so many celebrating that or asking these questions in the inboxes of other blogs that perhaps we can allow this culture to die with it. there are still anon blogs and those are still going strong, but i am hoping perhaps that we as a community might allow them less weight, and perhaps demand more proof before vilifying anyone. this includes those behind the blogs, as well.

i am exhausted at the amount of mean i have seen lately, and i am hoping that everyone else might be too.

i love you, rpc. here's to a chance at healing, recovery, and growth that so many asked for as such. let us not squander it. as always, drink some water, treat yourself, and relax your shoulders. we've got this. let's go do some posts.

[twiistedxwonderland]

Canon has stated MANY times he is among the top 5 wizards. AND only his grandmother is stronger than him. Putting him in spot #2.

Why do I bring this up? Because there’s already people who disregard his aura. And I generally just shrug that off like whatever.

BUT

I am NOT going to allow people to trample on and take his actual POWER as a damn joke and think that they can defeat him or even RIVAL him. ONLY HIS GRANDMOTHER CAN. Point blank.

At some point, Lilia COULD rival him as we have seen. But with Lilia’s declining powers and what just happened in Chapter 7 - Well.

SO! Y’all can say “LMAO FUCK CANON” all you want. Have your lore. Your OC’s. Your headcanons. But I am NOT going to bend on this. You bring a muse or OC into the UNIVERSE of Twisted Wonderland? They will NOT overpower Malleus. If you’re looking for THAT type of plot - MY Malleus is not the Malleus for you.

I’m already incredibly finicky with who he interacts with as is DESPITE HIM being my MAIN Twisted Wonderland muse - Hell this is one of the biggest reasons I made a TWST Multi and not a solo muse blog. Malleus is SUPPOSED to be hard to approach. His aura is SUPPOSED to be FELT. HE does not particularly approach people on his own all too easily either.

MALLEUS IS NOT TO BE UNDERESTIMATED. HE IS NOT GOING TO BE EASILY DEFEATED. I am not HERE for those types of plots. IF YOU MANAGE to get him in a VERY. SERIOUS. FIGHT. HE will NOT play fair either as we just saw in chapter 7 - HE HEALS A CHUNK OF HIS HP EVERY TURN. So if you get him to seriously fight you there is no FAIR on his behalf.

You want your muse to be stronger than Malleus then you better be writing his grandmother or else it won’t be happening. Not with my Malleus anyway.

I’ve been in enough RPC’s that like to overpower my muses who are supposed to be strong. I’ve dealt with too many ppl not taking MY muses powers and such seriously. I’m not going to let it happen with Malleus at the VERY least. Everyone on this blog is powerful in their own right. But Malleus is EXTREMELY POWERFUL. CANONLY.

We are not stripping that away from him.

HE IS PLOT ONLY as of 6 / 2 / 2023, please read this post.

[draconiclotus]

This blog was established on May 31st, 2023 at 5:25pm by Iris/Jess.

Hi welcome to my Dan Heng rp blog! I go by Iris/Jess. She/Her Pronouns for ooc. I'm in my 30s. This is an 18/21+ only rp blog.

Under the cut are my rules (again mostly due to my laziness, I don't wanna make a doc or caard and this is the fastest way).

𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖞𝖙𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖒𝖞 𝖋𝖆𝖛𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖊𝖘: @malumae, @luzofstars (Jing Yuan & Caelus), @mamoritxi (Jing Yuan), @draconicfool, @niopham (Caelus), reallyrandomtj (Meilu), dasniichts, be777oved, astrxlfinale, mercyburned (Stelle), stellaronheart (Stelle/Aeyanira), dawnbrst, tenebriism (Baizhu), more to be added

This itself explanatory, but treat people how YOU yourself would want to be treated. I will not tolerate ANY type of hate towards anyone. if I see it (in the form of anon hate, hate in general or callout posts) I will block. This is a hobby. Remember that. • Due to a certain SOMEONE not being able to just let me live in peace in the same RPC, I have posted a callout against them here. Honestly I DID NOT WANT to post it, I originally wrote it for catharsis, for healing, however after the events of 8/12/2024 it’s come to my attention that this person will never let me live in peace. I do not want to be blamed by them for "stalking" or "poaching their mutuals/clients" or any toxic/manipulative behavior they claim I have when I've done nothing of the sort. I'm tired of the manipulation and the guilt trips, the gaslighting, them refusing to take responsibility for their own actions and behavior. This callout is the ONLY one I will post, because it affects me greatly. I do not want to talk to them, I don't want to try and mend fences with them. I've tried over in the past YEAR AND A HALF to make them see how much they hurt me, but they just cover their eyes and ears and refuse to listen. Their apology and past apologies are fake as they don’t actually acknowledge all the harm they’ve done and caused.

This blog's activity is medium-high. But I do have other blogs in other RPCs. No I will not be giving them out. Discord is quicker than Tumblr IMs I've found in the past so if you need me, ask for my discord. But if you don't have discord then I can do Tumblr IMs, just expect some delays because of the lack of notifications.

I like shipping (who honestly doesn't lbr), but please let's have chemistry between the muses first. I can ship hetero, homosexual or polyships. No big deal. NSFW/Smut will only be presentable for those muns who are 18/21 and over. I do not want minors on this blog, I'm sorry. That's just how it is. Obviously, dark themes will occur so I will be tagging any and all triggers for those who do get trigged by stuff like smut or by dark themes. • Another thing: because I multiship, EVERY ship is in its own little bubble, it's own little universe within verses. Unless agreed upon by all muns, there will be no cheating. Polyships MUST be agreed upon by all muns as well. I don't play exclusives or mains. And while I understand that I can't rp with everyone, I don't want to turn away people who want to ship with me and my Dan Heng, regardless if I'm already exploring the ship with someone else. • Please note that I have headcanoned Dan Heng/Yinyue as having both male and female sexual reproductive organs, though he IS male, the female stuff is usually hidden thus won't come into play unless it's with a cis-male partner or a trans woman who still has her male reproductive organs and wants children with Dan Heng. He does lay unfertilized eggs after his heats/ruts. And he is capable of cross-species breeding/having kids. If this is not your cup of tea, please ignore this character development choice of mine. I won't ever force you to do this, I just want my followers to know that this is the route I've chosen to take.

headcanons will not be rebloggable. This is mostly to save me time and effort as I know from past instances that personals will not always listen to the RPer. Also please reblog threads that you are tagged in. To keep things orderly.

No god-modding for major stuff. Small instances of 'she took his hand and led him to xyz' are fine as they move the plot along.

This is a personal preference, but I will be coloring some things blue and bolding them in terms of text. I use the small/sub texting format as well. I also am forced to the new editor/beta editor so if you haven't done so already, please switch for my sake.

credits: the icon border, my header/promo, dividers are all made by me. The icons themselves are either found and made by ME, @swordstance or @dawnbrst.

I do run a GFX blog, both free and commission based: @silvermoongfx if you wish to have something made by me, please let me know. You can either run it by me here or over at my GFX blog.

[fists4once]

#𝙵𝙸𝚂𝚃𝚂𝟺𝙾𝙽𝙲𝙴 : a  fandom - less portrayal of  archie andrews, inspired by ethel cain's preacher's daughter and removed from canon.      often dc based, but very crossover friendly ! extremely personal + original take on the character, re - written as fandom - less and very headcanon heavy. sb to enslaughts.

a study in broken promises and fallen pedestals, bruised knuckles punching in the wind, hero complexes, lost childhood and butterfly nets, grief as anger, healing, what it means to have a body, and to not.     𝟶𝟼/𝟸𝟸/𝟸𝟹.     re - imagined  by  jean,  23,  they/any.

notes. prompts.

dash rules.

you do not need to be following my main to follow and interact with me over here.     however,  i do require that i be following you from there before interaction.

000. . .     disclaimer.

the rpc's distancing from riverdale is very much understood, however, my portrayal of archie is incredibly personalized and wholly adapted to a personal trajectory of mine over the last half a decade. inspiration is taken from the cw show for his backstory, but my default verse for archie is only vaguely season five - like, but that's about it as far as similarities go. this character is a comfort muse unfortunately and incredibly comfortable for me to write simply because of how long i've been doing it. if you hate riverdale, i promise i've heard it all before and am not here to hash it out, but to write what's practically become an original character for me. if you don't wanna be here, simply scroll or block, beloved.

001. . .     activity.

i'll be frank : i write pretty sporadically, and this goes for ic and ooc interactions. i can get overwhelmed juggling responsibilities often, and socializing is one of the first things to go.     i un  /  fortunately work 40 hour work weeks, and only get every other weekend off,  so my schedule makes consistent activity difficult on top of my focus. if i can successfully plot something with you, i find my muse is sooo much more involved, but i'm contradictorily bad at it due to the reasons above ; it's truly hit or miss, and i understand if that becomes frustrating for any of my partners.    sometimes i’ll be able to get out a couple drafts a week,  others merely once,  or not at all. if i haven’t replied or answered something in a while,  please know it’s nothing personal, i’m just taking my time until i feel good about what i can put down.     writing is a hobby i enjoy, but if you're looking for a blog with any sort of regularity, this isn't the one for you. i have other rp blogs i try to run as well,  therefore i might be very slow on this one at times.     i can be quite the flaky rp partner,  so i apologize in advance for that and completely understand if my antics   [  or lack thereof  ]   result in an unfollow. if i go longer than two months without activity, i'll try to make a hiatus notice.

002. . .     following.  

because of the previously stated,  i’m also highly selective with who i rp with.     i want to not to bite off more than i can chew,  and for the sake of pacing myself,  my activity will be reserved for mutuals only.     if my thread count gets too high for my liking, it's not uncommon that i drop threads, but i will absolutely try and let you know if that happens.     duplicates are always welcome <3   [  let me know if you need me to tag same - muse posts and i’ll be happy to !  ] i regularly go on softblocking sprees to keep my follower count semi - low, but do feel free to re - follow if you feel like the stars merely misaligned for our first bout of mutual following and i'd be very down to give it another shot. on that note, it'll take me a week+ to follow back sometimes, as i like to read through not only rules, but dossiers and verse pages, especially for ocs, so it can take a hot minute.

003. . .     etiquette.

the basics  ;  don’t be an asshole,  any transphobia,  biphobia,  homophobia,  racism,  whitewashing,  pro - shipping,  incest,  etc,  will be blocked on sight.     no godmodding,  please cut your threads,  continue asks in new posts,  etc,  and no stealing of any personal concepts of mine.     loose inspiration is fine,  but if i see repeated similarities,  i may or may not approach you about it.     formatting - wise,  here is an example of my prose style.     i primarily use big ol’ text and static or no icons,  beta editor + xkit rewritten,  but feel free to format however you like and i’ll try to match you somewhat. since my concussion, however, i will no longer be threading with super small text or anything heavily formatted, as this can strain my eyes and make headaches worse, even with my glasses.

004. . .     shipping.  

i’m all about exploring meaningful dynamics,  whether they be platonic,  familial,  antagonistic,  pre - established,  etc,  so feel free to shoot me a message if you’d like to plot something out between our muses !     while the mun of this blog is 18+,  smut just really isn’t my thing  ;  referenced  ‘ offscreen ’  as it were is fine,  as are nfsfw headcanons and such,  maybe fade to black  /  time skips,  but for the most part,  you won’t find any roleplayed smut on this blog.     this of course is muse dependent and does not apply to any underage muses.     romance is fine to some degree,  but again,  if they are a child,  anything beyond lighthearted and innocent experiences are off limits,  no exceptions.     if i see you’ve aged up a minor character for shipping purposes,  it will result in an instant unfollow.     if at some point i flesh out adult verses for them,  these shipping rules will not change.     on that note as well,  i do prefer to rp with muns who are also 18+.     i don’t see your age somewhere in your rules or pinned,  it will affect my willingness to follow.

005. . .     memes.

memes from anyone,  anytime,  for the muse or for the mun,  are always welcome,  and often a go - to ice breaker of mine since starter calls make me nervous.     please don’t hesitate to send a good handful since i try not to cage myself into answering ones i just don’t have muse for.     i find if i force stuff,  i’m just less likely to ever actually get it done,  so don’t feel like you’re overwhelming me if you send more than just a couple for me to choose from.     please remember to specify which muse your asks are for unless it’s to one of my sideblogs.     if you want to start a thread from an ask,  i greatly encourage it since i try to write most answers as potential starters anyway ! lastly, any memes in my tag aren't expired. if i don't want them sent in anymore, i'll delete them from the tag.

006. . .     triggers.  

this blog leans horror - adjacent in many ways,  and this blog will be portraying that accordingly,  including trigger - heavy content such as  :  depression,  ptsd,  panic attacks,  body horror / issues, violence / injury,  horror elements,   parental death, smoking,  religious imagery,  as well as past statutory rape,  but i will try to tag it as  ‘ trigger // ’.     on that note,  please do keep in mind  :  any abuse present on my blog will be in headcanons or backstories,  never actual threads.     if i’m writing with villain muses,  physical harm may be present,  but i refuse to roleplay any domestic  /  animal  /  harm or abuse in any form.     my personal triggers are visual eye gore,  visual self harm,  and visual vomit.     please do feel free to say something if i forget to tag a post and i’ll try to tag it for you right away !

whew. all that said, i'm jean, 23, white, and i use they/any pronouns ! thank you for taking the time to read my rules,  and rest assured if i follow you,  that means i’ve read through yours as well <3 discord is available for mutuals upon request.

007. . .     blogroll.

enslaughts.     a medium activity horror - heavy multimuse. dvrast.     a selective jesper fahey. low activity.     follows from enslaughts. wolfsp1der.     an original spider - person. low activity. wayfares.     a selective western multimuse. hiatus. greatloss.     a selective slow five hargreeves. hiatus. clericlost.     a selective slow william byers. hiatus. mindsflayed.     a selective slow mind flayer + vecna. hiatus.     follows from clericlost.

[horrormaestro-aaaaaa]

jack  tor.ran.ce  was  not  a  perfect  man.        let  me  preface  with that.  anyone  who  knows  me  knows  i  will  never  shut  up  about  this  and  i’m  thinking  now  is  the  time  to  finally  sit  down  and  write  this.  i  think  it  needs  to  explained  in  the  rpc  the  difference  between  what  sort  of  flawed  man  ku.bri.ck’s   adaptation   gave  us  versus  the  originally  characterized  novel  version.

the  jack  who  seemed  to  be  annoyed  by  his  wife  and  son  simply  existing  was  a  choice  by  ku.bric.k.  the   1980  adaptation   showed  us  an  alcoholic  who  had  been  abusive  physically  and  verbally  to  his  son.  a  man  who  had  zero  problem  belittling  his  wife  at  any  opportunity.  it  showed  a  man  who  cared  more  for  writing  than  giving  a  single  shit  about  his  family.  it   did  not   show  any  sort  of  attachment  stemming  from  the  hotel’s  immense  infestation.  it  suggested  that  all  the  spirits  needed  to  do  was  push  him  closer  and  closer  to  violent  thoughts  that  were   already  there   and  cabin  fever  didn’t  do  much  to  help  that.  he  was  never  possessed.  he  had  the  influence  of  the  spirits ,  but  did  not  undergo  the  full  possession.

the  novel  showed  an  equally  flawed  man  in  the  fact  he   is   an  alcoholic  who  physically  and  verbally  hurt  his  son.  but  he  also  regret  it  and  saw  his  father  coming  through  in  his  own  parenting  at  that  point.  it  showed  a  man  who  lost  his  job  after  being  physically  violent  with  a  child  he  was  supposed  to  be  teaching.  at  his  alcoholism’s  worst ,  wen.dy  was  ready  to   leave  him.   truth  be  told  neither  of  them  were  ready  for  a  child  but  they  had  dann.y  anyway.  in  an  effort  to  better  himself  and  them ,  after  he  was  fired ,  he  got  the  job  at  the  hotel.  this  was  supposed  to   save  his  family.   but  it’s  implied  he  has  abilities  like  da.nny  as  well.  the  ov.erl.ook  was  the  worst  place  he  and  da.nny  could’ve  gone.

but  we  see  the  hotel’s  infestation.  dick  warns  da.nny ,  da.nny  sees  it  on  the  tour  but  also  sees  his  parents   happy  together   and  doesn’t  want  to  bother  them.  the  spirits  torture  jack  with  his  alcoholism ,  his  childhood  trauma ,  his  past ,  becoming  his  own  father ,  etc.  the  infestation  turns  to  attachment ,  which  turns  to   full  possession   when  he  tries  to  kill  them  with  the  roque  mallet.  he  is  possessed.  the  spirits  control  his  body  until  da.nny  gets  him  back.  jack  tells  him  to  run  and  reminds  him  to  remember  he   loves  da.nny.   the  boiler  was  fucked  and  when  the  spirits  take  control  again ,  he’s  chased  them  down  to  the  boiler  room.  while  we.ndy ,  da.nny ,  and  dick  get  out  safely  and  he’s  in  the  boiler  room  when  it  explodes.  he  knew  that  it  was  unstable  and  he   sacrificed  himself   to  save  his  family.

i  also  want  to  point  out  that  the  film  seems  to  punch  in  this  idea  that  alcoholics  are  irredeemable.  which  is  false.  aa  exists  for  a  reason.  in  the  novels  we  know  that  jack  was  in  aa  because  dan  as  an  adult ,  getting  to  the  point  his  father  did  in  sobriety ,  was   massive.   it’s  an  accomplishment.  alcoholism  and  other  forms  of  addiction  are   illness.   and  you  can  heal  from  that ,  you  can  better  yourself  and  those  around  you.  the  stereotype  that  every  alcoholic  is  and  always  will  be  that  way  is  harmful.  it  leads  to  the  thought  of   every  addict   in  general  being  a  lost  cause.  that’s  not  true.

my  point  here  is  that  there’s  a  distinction  in  media.  both  are  valid ,  it  just  depends  on  your  preference.  but  please ,  please ,   please   do  not  say  you’re  book  based  while  perpetuating   every  aspect   of  the  1980  film  that  spun  a  narrative  kub.ri.ck  took  the  liberty  of  pulling  out  of  his  ass.  it’s  hard  out  here  in  the  book  based  sk  fandom  to  make  people  realize  your  portrayal  of  x ,  y ,  or  z  character.  watching  a  film  is  less time  consuming  and  more  fun  than  reading  a  book ,  i  get  it.  but   please  be  aware  of  this.

once  more ,  i  want  to  state  that  this  post  is   not   saying  enjoying  one  form  over  the  other  is  bad.  it’s  not  saying  one  is  superior.  it’s  just  to  let  those  of  you  unaware  of  the  books  understand  the  difference.

do  not  reblog  this  post ,  personals  dni.

[sweethurtss]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥  Multi-muse meme questions! // @flxwergxrden​ sent:

5 22 23 !!

Do any of your muses want children?

Yeah, a few of them actually. Bonita, Michiru, and Darcy would love to have children soon, especially when they feel financially stable — though Darcy would like to wait until after he’s gone to more therapy sessions before being as enthusiastic about starting a family as the other two.

Iz also wouldn’t mind having children, but he’s in the same boat as Chizuru in which they wouldn’t mind if they had a kid tomorrow, but they would feel better if it happened later on down the road after they’ve figured life out more.

Which muse is the most dramatic?

Bonita. She has such a hard time just letting things go, it always has to be pointed out and confronted — even if it’s inconvenient timing. She also makes many decisions just because she thinks it be aesthetically pleasing, and just has a general flair for the dramatics after having grown up being told to take up as little space as possible.

Iz comes in second place though, as he has a big heart and so many emotions that he just can’t keep contained. He also think big reactions are more interesting and funny, so he’s willing to exaggerate his own feelings.

Which muse have you written for the longest amount of time?

Wesley. He’s been my bby for almost a decade now, and I am so happy with how I have been able to develop him from a teenage trainwreck to someone who has worked hard on his healing journey.

But second place goes to Michiru who I’ve written ever since I started writing in the ani.man.ga rpc. She’s gone through quite a few iterations, but I’m quiet happy with how her personality, morals, and decision making has developed!

[voidhunting]

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it'll be my last post on the subject as i believe the message has been understood by everyone, both those who spoke up, those who were called out on their behavior and those who were neither but still took the time to listen (to both sides i hope) and didn't let it be buried and go ignored like it usually is.

to those who spoke up, i hope you'll be able to find closure and get some peace from this nasty situation you were put into. i know how hard it can be to expose that kind of things to the public's eyes, and many of you did it in a precise, concise and most importantly non aggressive way to allow the situation to be understood by all. to all of you, thank you for speaking up and sharing. i wish you to be able to find some peace and heal now that this has been addressed. thank you for breaking the chain of silence.

to those who listened even if they were not involved directly, or weren't concerned by it, those who intervened because they've seen others be harmed by this behavior, thank you for paying attention. thank you for not trying to silence the matter like it has happened many times before. thank you for giving an ear, acknowledging and addressing the issue. thank you for breaking that chain too.

to those who got put under fire for that behavior, i'd still like to thank those who listened. frosty may have done many wrongs, but he stayed available and he listened to what was being said. to him and those of the group who did listen, thank you for listening and acknowledging the issue. i hope you'll take it as an occasion to learn and be able to push through this and find closure and growth as well.

to the rpc as a whole, thank you for not burying that issue for the sake of 'no drama', and here to hope that it'll lead to things getting better and for that place to be welcoming again.

one last thing i'd like to add, and this one goes to the people who use the anon feature to send little jabs, mockery and nasty words. please don't go and harass the people who got called out. i believe they've heard what has been said and they don't deserve to receive hatemail, even if their behavior led to other people receiving it. it's not an ok thing to do, regardless of who is receiving it. if you have something to send, be respectful and mindful of your words. in short, be nice, be better. if you receive hatemail, speak up. i don't care who you are, what you did, you should never be subjected to this. period.

[queenharumiura]

B, E, L, P, H, A, G, O, R

Taken from meme: [x] ||Accepting|| ((I see what you did there and it’s beautiful. A++ ))

B - A pairing–platonic, romantic or sexual–that you initially didn’t consider, but someone changed your mind.

In regards to KHR, it’s hard to find any ship that I didn’t consider, because there was a time when I went crazy thinking of all sorts of ships (boy/boy, boy/girl, girl/girl. Don't test me). Still, there is an answer because this ship started it all. Hibari x Haru lol. At the time they were my favorite female and male character in KHR. My friend joked and said, “If you love them both so much, just ship them together.” History was made that day. Coincidentally I’ve cosplayed both. I will never show them off because they aren’t good lol. That started my descent down: This is fun, let’s ship almost anything I can find. Ships didn't necessarily have to be romantic either. I love exploring friendships and also just sibling dynamics as well. Haru adopting people? Yes please. 

E - Have you added anything cracky/hilarious to your fandom? If so, what?

I feel like I’m a troll in general, so I have added something cracky to any fandom that I’m in. Two things I can think of atop my head are ‘you reblogged a dare meme and you dare think I won’t ask Mukuro/Hibari/Alaude/Daemon to wear cat ears? HA!!!! YOU THOUGHT!!’. Another would be that I like puns, so if I see my chance to pun in a meme, I will. I always ask first before I send, however. It usually results in silliness, as you could imagine and Haru running away in fear.

L - Say something genuinely nice about a character who isn’t one of your faves. (Characters you’re neutral about are fair game, as are characters you merely dislike. Characters that you absolutely loathe with the fire of ten thousand suns are exempt, as there is no point in giving yourself an aneurysm over a character that you hate.)

I guess I’m neutral about Dr.Shamal so he should count? Mn...despite the way he is with women and the way he refuses to treat male patients, he’s a smart guy and talented at what he does. He was also utilized well in putting Gokudera’s character into perspective more. Additionally, he is a good example of, ‘Haru will punch you out if you cross the boundaries,’ and I appreciate him for that. His sacrifice wasn’t in vain. Never forget how he is the reason why Mukuro was able to use Sakura blossoms against Hibari in the first place. This man--- the damage he has caused.

P - Invent a random AU for any fandom (we always need more ideas).

I’m assuming this is asking for me to create an AU for Haru as she’s placed in a different fandom. If that’s correct, I am going to casually pretend that I don’t know the difference between a fandom and a genre by going: “I’ve been reading way too many isekai recently and I think it would be funny to consider Haru getting sent to an otome or something and her being a super sassy and head strong FL. Watch her instantly try to change her identity or run away from bad male leads with all her might. I would live for this, thank you. Haru is also smart and adapts well, so she’d be able to adapt to whatever world setting she’s put in and she doesn’t hate studying, so she’d be able to pick up on the intricacies of her new world. Mainly, I just want a FL who will actually smack the life out of a ML if he’s being a POS. I NEED THIS. It’s emotional healing.

H - What is your favorite source text for fandom stuff (e.g., TV shows, movies, books, anime, Western animation, etc.)?

I really like sourcing things in novels or manga/manhwa/manhua a lot. Animated sources are good too, but it’s much quicker for me to go through something that’s written, so I tend to prefer those now days. Anything that’s easier for me to binge is A+.

A - Ships that you currently like a lot. (They don’t have to be OTPs because not everyone has OTPs.) Friendships, pairings, threesomes, etc. are allowed.

I’m answering strictly based off this blog in it’s current state, else you’ll be here forever. If I talk about ships in KHR in general, you’ll actually be here forever. No @ tags bc I’m feeling shy today. I personally love the dynamic between Gokudera and Haru (platonic or romantic). I’ve historically liked BelHaru, and it looks like it may become a thing in RPC as well. Haru is warily staring from a comfortable distance atm. Haru has a friendly relationship with a Byakuran at the moment. They’re baking a cake! She is generally very friendly with any Tsuna I encounter.

Ravein/Pino… yeah, I self-thread sometimes. Haru has a sibling kinda dynamic with Ravein which is really just a friendship dynamic. It’s the same with Pino. Mizumachi and Haru are both energetic, hyper buddies. Hibari—I aim for just a casual lowkey friendship kinda dynamic. Shame in self-threading? Never heard of her.

The best way to describe her relationship with Zelman in a ‘Black Blood Brothers’ au is ‘hey I just moved into the territory you lord. Hello!’ I think this would go down a friendship route and I’m so for it. Kajika from ‘Hanasakeru Seishonen’ has a friendship with Haru and they just get along swimmingly well. I think the mun for Rentaro ‘Black Bullet’ returned, so I think he can count. Haru has a friendship with him and they’re cooking buddies! They joined a cooking association together!

Haru also has friendships with Emi (KHR oc), and Luca (KHR oc), both of which are in the Varia!au setting that I have for Haru. Emi in particular, Haru has decided to adopt her as a little sis and will pummel anyone who bullies her. Luca--- sometimes in conjunction with Ravein (my OC) drive Haru insane. It’s a trio of dumb, dumbest, and ‘hey I’m the dumbest!’.

The ‘ships’ that I have with Haru are usually always friendship and ‘hey I’m arbitrarily adopting you’ and I love it.

G - Have you ever had an OTP? If so, do you remember your first one? Who was in it?

Eh--- in RPC, my very first one... I believe, was GokuHaru. I currently have a GokuHaru (A different blog) in an AU for a TYL setting. I think I got very close to HibaHaru before, which is, a guilty pleasure ship of mine. Haru is treading into BelHaru territory right now in RPC and that is also, a guilty pleasure ship of mine. In the distant past there was also a TsuHaru (I know, I know, shocking) which was a reincarnated lovers Yakuza AU. That was a fun one. Also in the distant past, there was an AU for a MukuHaru as well. Le kek. I am a multi-ship blog and all ships have existed in different worlds/universes, therefore they all quality as an OTP in their own specific verse. I cheated, yes.

Pro-tip: I may warily stare from afar if shipping is a topic, but the moment you suggest an AU SHIP? I’m down. To further explain, these AU ships have always taken place in a very different timeline/world than what we know in KHR. So therefore I can feel all the freedom to do as I please and figure out characterizations based off what I need.  

PS. in regard to KHR in general, my first OTP was GokuHaru and GokuYama. Le kek.

O - Choose a song at random. Which ship or character does it remind you of?

I took my library of songs and randomized. I got: ‘Get Off My Back’ by Bryan Adams and Eliot Kennedy. So, by the vibe of the music, the first things that come to mind are either GokuHaru or BelHaru, I’m not going to lie. Now… who is saying these words, I’ll leave it to the imagination. I really like this song, but I really like the cover by Jonathan Young.

R - Which friendship/platonic relationship is your favorite in fandom?

Oh—that’s hard. Friendship dynamics are so fun! I really like Ryohei and Hibari’s dynamic together which could be depicted as friendship. The friendship between a lot of the guardians is just //chef kiss. However, the TRUE SHOW STOPPER in my heart is the friendship between the girls. I really love how all the girls build each other up and always support each other. I love it so much. Especially when the girls are there for Chrome, I CRY. When they support Yuni, I CRY. When I think about how big sis Bianchi looks after the girls and teaches them things- I CRY. I just cry. I love all the friendships in KHR, but the ones the girls share with each other wins in my book. I don’t take criticisms.

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     This is something that’s been bothering me lately and i feel the need to give my two cents. im starting to see homophobic comments abt gay ships on my dash and while the people saying them may not think it’s homophobic, it is. no one has to really read this, it’s just something i want to put out there. it’s my personal experience with a group of people that were very Straight Ship centered, heteronormative, and would frequently make the very same comments others are starting to make here: “gay ships are being shoved down my throat so now i hate gay shipping and want nothing to do with it” or you know, stuff along those lines. if two people rping two girls kissing or two boys kissing bothers you in any way, literally, in any way at all, it is homophobia. and here’s a good chunk of how shit like that grows and can become something very harmful;

when i very first started rping on tumblr i had made an oc ( both the oc and blog are looooong gone by now ) that wasn’t very attracted to women romantically or sexually. he didn’t define his sexuality, but throughout that blog i made it clear he wasn’t really into women.

i eventually made friends with this group of people who also rped on tumblr. in the beginning everything was fine, great and fun! but after some time they would make me feel bad for only putting my oc in a relationship with a man. in order for me to be included and not repeatedly discarded by them, i would actively have to put my oc in a ‘straight ship.’ and unfortunately, that’s what i did. i immediately noticed a difference with how they treated me when i finally shipped my guy oc with one of their girls oc’s, and i would have to repeatedly sit through them saying transphobic and homophobic comments abt other people’s ships and muses ( it was the transphobia in this community that made me leave in the first place ). they would constantly express their bitterness towards m/m and f/f shipping on the internet bc it was “more popular” than their m/f ships, and when i would try to explain how that wasn’t a good viewpoint to have, I would be ostracized, guilt tripped, and forced to apologize and ‘admit’ that i was wrong.

as i got older and more comfortable with my sexuality, i really only ever viewed/read content centered around m/m and f/f because like. im gay. and i wanna see gay shit, ya know? but that didn’t really fly with them. they’d would continuously make me feel guilty for this, call me misogynistic for liking m/m and f/f over m/f because to them being gay and wanting to see gay content makes me hate women, and i was called the big word itself. Heterophobic. 

one of the girls in particular, we’ll call her S, was very keen on telling me how awful of a person i was bc of my preference, how ‘straight shipping is oppressed’ on the internet and im only ‘feeding into the oppression.’ for 4 years she would manipulate me and make me feel guilty not only for the type of media i consumed, but for my sexuality in general. it got so bad to the point that i would have frequent panic attacks and i still got the throw up stain on my carpet to prove it ( i got one so bad bc of her i puked all over my bedroom floor and then fainted ). when i would try to reach out to the others abt what was happening behind the scenes, i’d either be ignored or my feelings were invalidated. to me, she was toxic, to everyone else, she was a wonderful friend. but that doesn’t excuse or make her treatment of me ok and it took along time for me to realize that. 

again, please keep in mind this went on for 4 years. this started when i was finally comfortable with myself and then to be thrown in and stuck in this situation bc i was too much of a coward to leave really fucks with a person. her distaste, hatefulness, and bitter attitude for gay people/characters/shipping was all taken out on me every week for 4 years. i’m doing my very best not over-dramatize this but yeah, it was every week for 4 years she would send me paragraphs of how terrible i was for just being me. how shitty i was as a person, how im a terrible friend, how the content i liked wasn’t fair to her, a straight person, that i was predatory for being a masculine identifying person looking at other guys, and how lucky i was to have a friend like her that tells me when i’m ‘in the wrong.’ 

near the end of last year she sent me another one of these multi-paragraph messages. at this point, i had finally become very aware how fucked up of a person she is and how i was never in the wrong through any of this like she originally made me believe. instead of agreeing with her and apologizing, a ended up snapping back. i told her how i felt, how she wasn’t being fair to me, and that i felt she was being very homophobic. admittedly, her response wasn’t at all like i had expected. She apologized, told me i had opened her eyes to some things and she’ll work on getting better. this made me happy! i thought that maybe we could continue our friendship without anymore of the BS. 

after that i took a good break from being online. i needed some time for myself and i needed to think some things over about my life. during this time, i realized how lax i was with S, how i let her and that whole friend group get away with so many things and i began to wonder if i should even go back. even after that talk i had with her, she was still very defensive against homosexual relationships and would get angry if someone expressed more interest in gay media than straight media. 

i was away for a good couple months, i was healing and rising above that bad mentality she forced on me. i logged out of all social media and messenger apps so there was no way her or anyone from that group could contact me. i hadn’t heard from her in months, until i received a letter in the mail. She wrote me a letter. A two paged letter. A LETTER. A REAL, WHOLE ASS LETTER. just so she can continue to try and tear me down. she started by telling me how much she missed me, a little starter paragraph kissing my ass until it, very abruptly, turned into the usual “youre shit, terrible, bad, you have no respect for me or anything i create, you hate me bc im a straight woman-” you get it. but this time i didn’t care! nothing she said in that letter got to me like it used to. the only thing that bothered me was her persistence to make me feel bad. she genuinely wanted to continue to hurt me. but with that time away and probably because i was so used to it by then, it didn’t faze me. 

i eventually went back to social media and kept my distance from that friend group. i still considered them my friends, bc when things were good, i had a lot of fun! and wanted to keep that in my life. But, I blocked S. I blocked her on everything so there’d be no way for her to contact me and if she wrote me another letter, i would simply rip it up. i made it clear i wanted to go our separate ways with no hard feelings, i didn’t talk to anyone abt what she had done. no mention whatsoever. i carried on my merry way bc i was moving past it. She did not. 

When she figured out i had blocked her, she threw a tantrum. she twisted my words and painted me as the villain by showing out of context screenshots of what i had sent in response to her second to last message ( the one before the letter ). she told the people i was still friends with that i abused her for years bc she was straight and put me on full blast on the internet. she did this because i blocked her.

it all happened in the time span of a second; i lost all my friends, i was blocked by everyone and not only called a piece of shit by her, but by everyone i still cared deeply about. i was forced to delete all my social media accounts so i wouldn’t continue to be put on blast. for a week i was upset bc really, who wouldn’t be? but after that week i realized that if these people i called my friends just took S’s word for it and were all so eager to tear me apart bc she said so, they were never my friends. they never cared about me so why should i care if im not with them anymore? it was a real eye opening moment and my dudes, im doing fucking great. im so much happier without them all in my life and i can finally do the shit i want. be gay and indulge on harmless gay content. 

so! to make the moral of the story clear. The people that are so butt hurt over gay shipping being more popular than straight shipping are people not to be trusted. it may seem unfair to lump them all into a category, and im not saying they’re all as toxic as S, but their mentality is homophobic. disliking anything gay bc it’s not straight, is homophobic. straight people are constantly represented in every source of media and if someone is bothered by the fact that gay people are indulging in gay shipping in the rpc, they are homophobic. there’s no way around it.

im still getting over S and all that she did. i know without her i wouldn't be as tough as i am now and unapologetic with what i like, but there’s a good part of me that wishes i never met her or that friend group. bc of her i struggle with my self esteem and my own internalized homophobia that only formed after i met her. i’ve come along way in the months after i officially cut myself off from them, but i know this is something that’s going to take some time. 

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Congratulations, CLAUDIA! You’ve been accepted for the role of OTHELLO with a FC change to Chadwick Boseman. Admin Minnie: Claudia. Wow, Claudia. This application won me over. I got extremely excited in a matter of seconds just from your first paragraph alone — just ask the other admins, I can even send you a screenshot of my message: “ok i've read one paragraph and im in luv”. From your clean and precise analysis of his core (”learning that love and terror were not the antithesis of each other but an echo of the hunger that comes with being alive” YOU DID THAT) to the incredibly story you weaved in your para sample... you completely won me over. And so did your Othello. I cannot wait to see your plot points come to life, because I’m positive that you’re going to bring a storm to Verona. Please read over the checklist and send in your blog within 24 hours.

WELCOME TO THE MOB.

OUT OF CHARACTER

Alias | Claudia

Age | 23

Preferred Pronouns | She / Her

Activity Level | 7

Timezone | GMT+11

How did you find the rp? |  I’ve known about DiVerona for a while now but it’s been some time since I was active on the rpc scene. Stumbling upon it again after all this time and seeing Othello open feels a little like serendipity.

Current/Past RP Accounts |  Here and here.

IN CHARACTER

Character | Othello. And if I could please request a faceclaim change to Chadwick Boseman.

What drew you to this character? |

Othello is a study in dichotomies – a man torn between polar extremes. Between savagery and nobility, brutality and kindness, love and war.

His very existence was borne of a war waged between his mother’s warmth and his father’s cruelty. He grew up in a house that felt more like battlefield than home, learning that love and terror were not the antithesis of each other but an echo of the hunger that comes with being alive. He feels everything: deeply, intensely, like an open wound half-healed; it’s his greatest strength and it will be his ultimate downfall. Odin is a man capable of a vast and terrible rage. There’s brutality sunken deep in his marrow, something black and rotten in his birthright, an ancient violence. He feels it in his blood like a beast that’s slept dormant all these years, lying in wait, watchful, preying on his worst instincts. He hears it singing in his veins, can taste it climbing into his throat, when he sees a guilty man’s blood spilled on fresh dirt. He thinks he sees glimpses of his father in the mirror, sometimes, when his mind is adrift and steeped in shadow. His eyes, soulless and quiet, his knuckles blooming with bruises.

Suffice to say, I love this broken, conflicted, contradiction of a man. There’s nothing more compelling than a tragic hero and the thing about Othello is that he has every inkling in him of someone who could so easily be tipped over the edge into monster. I love that discrepancy, I live for that sliver of doubt, the seduction of l’appel du vide and the terrifying realisation that he has everything in him to slip beyond that edge.

What is a future plot idea you have in mind for the character? |

ONE MORE SUCH VICTORY WOULD UTTERLY UNDO ME  |  Odin has survived the maelstrom of scandal and ruin that would have meant a fall from grace and high standing, the destruction of all that he has built for himself. And in doing so, he’s lost the only thing he has every truly loved in this life: Delilah. All of the love and devotion and pleas for understanding could not deny the rage and ruthlessness that came with her infidelity. With the heartbreak of knowing the one person he’d let into the deepest parts of his soul, who’d seen him bare and unstripped of all artifice, had betrayed him. He’s burned all their bridges, performed triage to save his reputation and his pride, but what of the love that still sickens him when he thinks of her and how she’s suffering? He has set fire to all traces of her inside his heart but it isn’t so easy to burn her out of his mind or his dreams. These are the places where man has no dominion. And what of the peace he knows he will never find again without her by his side? What of the treacherous slivers of doubt beginning to eat away at him that till now, he has tried to kill and smother with green-eyed reason? He couldn’t possibly be wrong, could he? He couldn’t have abandoned his happiness and his honour with the one woman who has loved him for all his flaws and vices at the turn of a whispered deception?

AM I MY BROTHER’S KEEPER?  |  Ivan is the closest thing Odin has to family. To blood. Ivan has stood at his side through everything, his left-tenant, his confidante, his greatest source of comfort and familiarity. Call it a blind spot, a weakness, but Ivan has earned his faith and unquestioning trust. It was Ivan who came to him when he first heard of Delilah’s betrayal, and it was Ivan who gave him the strength to do what had to be done. But now he has lost his greatest love, and his brother seems more and more a stranger to him by the day. Ivan has always been smarter, sharper, hungrier, hiscunning forged out of necessity and survival. It is the flicker of doubt, the silhouette of something far more treacherous and unforgivable that stains his dreams like nightshade. He is not a man of halfway, or half-done. Odin absolutely cannot abide the grey area of hesitation. If there is more than speculation to the idea that Ivan has somehow exaggerated, or misconstrued Delilah’s transgression… There’s nothing more dangerous than a man who has nothing left to lose.

WHY ARE YOU FULL OF RAGE? BECAUSE YOU ARE FULL OF GRIEF  |  Despite his well-crafted attempts at appearing to the contrary, Odin walks a finely wired tightrope between chaos and control. His ego is bruised and battered, and his heart is worn thin with humiliation. He was once a man that wore the hearts of Verona’s people on his sleep. Now, a whisper follows him everywhere he goes. A whisper that becomes a murmur, rising and spilling into a crescendo of rumour and disgrace that hounds him day and night. Odin is quicker to anger, more belligerent and unruly, a humming drum beat of shame and dishonour ringing in his ears every time he turns away and pretends not to hear the outrageous lies they spin. And with his beloved gone, cast out of his heart and soul, there is so little left to keep his worst instincts at bay. All it would take is one bad day. One simple push is all it would take to plunge him down the path into darkness. A push, or a drip of well-timed poison in his ear.  

PROMETHEUS’ GAMBIT  |  Before Odin swore himself to the Capulets, he was a man of the people. A hero. A saviour. Someone who fought to protect those who could not protect themselves, who strove to uphold the law and to push for reform when, at times, it failed to protect Verona’s people. Why, then, would such a noble, virtuous man like Odin Bello, choose to fall in with the mob? Odin is idealistic, but pragmatic. War and injustice have taught him that the law is not enough. Verona runs on blood and money, and if that is what it takes to wield the power and influence in this city necessary to do genuine good, then so be it. Becoming a Captain of the Capulets was an act of necessity, and political savvy. He is a man of his word, and therefore loyal to their cause. But if there ever comes a day when he must choose between the Capulets and the life of an innocent, Odin’s sense of justice may cause him to waver.

Are you comfortable with killing off your character? |  Absolutely. Preferably in some manner of tragedy and disaster befitting the very embodiment of tragic irony.

IN DEPTH

In-Character Para Sample:

It is always the same dream.

The same endless plunge into nothingness, a black chasm void of any light or air or sound. It could be sinking, or rising, and Odin wouldn’t know the difference between the sky and the ground. Suffocating. Drowning. Either way, it is a slow, and terrible way to go.

The vice around his neck, coiling tight around his throat, tighter with every breath, crushing any frenzied hope of salvation. He scrabbles wildly at the noose (not a rope but smooth, sleek to the touch, and cold), knuckles paling with desperation as his lungs scream. He fights. But the end is always the same. The hand (when did the noose become so clearly defined? Are those fingers?) clenches around his throat, grinding down against his windpipe with unrelenting pressure. It metastasizes – liquefying with the metallic consistency of blood, or perhaps smoke, as it fills his mouth and his lungs and his chest, pouring into his ribcage and filling every fissure and crevice inside of him.

It tastes like death. It tastes like inevitability.

He drowns like this, suspended in time between shadow and purgatory, for what feels like an eternity. And then either his mind snaps, or the dream does, and he’s released, hurtling into reality with the speed of a sniper bullet.

—

He wakes like a dying man drawing his last, shuddering breath.

In his dream state, his sweat-streaked brow tightens with the anticipation of a brush of warm, soft lips. Ah. But she’s gone now, isn’t she? She is gone and he has carved her out of his chest like a pound of flesh he still holds clutched in his bloodied fist. The proof of her betrayal beating in his palm, visceral and raw as a slaughter.

Odin wakes from sleep every morning like he has survived a death. He moves as if his body is exhausted to find itself alive and begrudges him the audacity of enabling the very breath in his lungs. But years of military regimen has been beaten into him like sandstone worn smooth by a millennia of moon and tide. He drags himself out of bed, dresses, makes his bed squared with perfect angles, shaves, slips his gun out from beneath his pillow and into his holster. The barely risen sun casts everything in a dull tinge of faded indigo like day old bruising. He pads through the house, the hollow echo of his footsteps winding down and down the stairs.

A rap of knuckles upon his door splinters his reverie, his attention snaps to the entryway. Sharp. Alert.

It’s Katarina. She swirls through the door, out of uniform but armed to the teeth, gaze chilled as black ice.

“It’s the rat,” she hisses, eyes flashing like chips of steel in the dark.

The word has an affect akin to an electric shock: he’s awake.

“What did he do now?”

Katarina’s gaze narrows in disdain. “What rats are wont to do: lie and squirm and betray.”

“And what’s the word from Sloane? Rafaella?”

“Dispose and send in the cleaner.” Casual murder, discussed just like that. It’s not even seven in the morning yet, a time when normal, human citizens of Verona could be having their first cup of coffee.

“No use disposing of a rat if we can’t get something out of it first,” Odin deliberates. “Catch him for interrogation.”

Katarina snorts indelicately. “Shouldn’t be too hard, the way he’s been hitting The Dark Lady every night like the world is ending.”

The barest smirk toys at the corner of Odin’s mouth. “Maybe he’s not as stupid as we thought then.”

Those that lie to the Capulet Mob are usually exactly as slow-witted as they appear on the surface. Lying and betraying the Capulets is akin to signing one’s own death sentence in blood.

“Oh, I highly doubt that,” Katarina drawls, the syllables velveteen on her tongue.

“Tonight. Nine o’clock in The Orchid Room. You can handle getting him there on a work night?”

“Can I get a Veronesi police officer to slack and indulge their vices at a glorified whorehouse? Please.”

“Alright, then.” Odin gives a small nod, a subtle seal of approval.

“Well, I have to go see a gentleman about an exterminator.”

There is something to be admired in how efficiently a malvivente can get away with murder. The science and precision it takes to orchestrate a killing floor, a crime scene, a clean-up. In many ways, Cosimo Capulet is a virtuoso of his craft, if homicide could be considered an art.

“Have I mentioned how much I hate disappearing bodies from the precinct? Remind me to recommend that we accept external transfers only from now on.”

Katarina flicks him a smile sharp enough to cut through bone. “Here’s hoping third time’s a charm.”

––

The city is restless with fevered boredom. A sinister hush before a summer storm. Odin is alone on patrol this morning; Bellamy has begged off their shift with some falsified story about an elderly neighbour in crisis. In other words, a convincingly tedious tale to spin to cover the tracks of covert Montague business.

Odin doesn’t pry; there will be a time to play his cards and reveal his hand but today is not the day.

A crackling comes on over the radio, a standard 10-62 from dispatch. When he arrives on scene on the very outskirts of south Verona, it’s to an unsettling quiet. He steps out of the car, hand slipping cool over the grip of his gun. He heads round the back of the building, passing soundlessly down the winding cobblestone path that leads to the back entrance. His second cause for concern comes with his discovery that the door has been left unlocked. A push of the frame sends it swinging open. Odin’s hand flexes instinctively, curling tighter around his gun as he moves, barrel-first, into the house. With a slight exhale through his teeth, he raises his fist and hammers it into the peeling wood.

“Polizia,” he cries out. “Is anyone there?”

No answer.

No signs, even, of a breaking and entering.

He releases his fist, and heads cautiously on into the house. He clears one room after the other, swiftly and methodically, finding no signs of forced entry or illicit trespassing. The only remaining room left to scour is on the upper floor facing northward. Odin steps forward and reaches to open the door.

Of all the things Odin could have anticipated finding here, the rat they’ve have been hunting for over a week wouldn’t have made the list. But here, in the center of the room, sprawled on the floorboards like a tableau vivant, is Luca Salvatore. His nose and upper lip are smeared with quicksilver, and there’s powered gold, faintly gleaming, dusted around his collar. Ambrosia and il sangue di Faerie. An ironic harmony of Montague and Capulet – perhaps the only time the two sides have ever known true balance. How bittersweet, Odin muses as he lowers into a crouch to expect the body, he betrayed the Capulets and yet it is Montague poison that helped to seal his death. The foam gathered at the corner of Salvatore’s blue-tinged lips glimmers in the light, specks of chrome and liquid gold catching the sun seeping in from the window. Someone made damn sure they shoved enough fae blood and ambrosia down this man’s throat that he’d never live to draw another breath.

Odin sighs, a muscle tightening in his jaw as he pulls out his phone to send a message: Our rat’s been poisoned.

“Dispatch, 10-45D. I’ve got a body.”

Whatever secrets this man was harbouring, whatever danger or temptation drove him to fuck the Capulets, dying of borderline madness was a mercy.

Fool them once, they’ll kill you twice.

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The night spirals on an endless loop at the The Dark Lady, time and space wrapped around a mobius strip of warped deception and illegality. The walls always look like freshly painted blood from the shadows of the lowlit stage. Unlike many of his fellow Capulets and officers – men are all the same, honourable or not, noble or not – Odin has never been seduced by the promise of The Dark Lady and her Sparrows. So long as his wife held his heart, he was hers in mind and body and endless soul.

Now, he is unchained. Adrift. But the thought of another woman, in her place, whispering the words she once whispered in his ear, physically sickens him. And perhaps it’s pathetic that the very idea of being unfaithful to his cheating ex-wife is anathema to him. Foolish, ignorant, blindly loyal Odin. That’s him. Besides, his purpose here tonight lies with business, not pleasure. If anyone knows who would have the most probable cause to poison their little rat, it’ll be the illustrious queen of the Sparrows. Of course, she’s kept him waiting. Her word and will is law within the dark walls of this establishment.

From his vantage point at the bar, he sees everything clearly through the haze of lust and debauchery. Men reduced to their base, animal selves, led by beautiful Sparrows with their fingers wrapped around their wallet. Gambling, prostitution, solicitation – technically, being here at all goes against the premise of his very existence as an officer of the law. The Dark Lady is one of the most profitable businesses on Capulet territory for good reason, however. Even if it weren’t for Odin’s interference, Mona has her hands in the pockets of every high-ranking officer within the police force. Or around their throats, with the numbers of untold secrets she has in her gilded arsenal.

He’s close to calling it a night and returning in the morning to reschedule when the piercing shatter of glass cuts through the music and hushed conversation.

“Jesus fuck, now look what you’ve done.”

A Sparrow, one of Mona’s girls, her long scarlet hair spilling loose down her shoulders, gives a soft yelp as she’s yanked from her position in a patron’s lap. Like the bird of her namesake with a broken wing, she’s tugged by the force of the man gripping at her wrist. Hard enough to bruise by the judgement of the man’s sheer height and build.

“Stupid little bitch,” the man hisses venomously, brushing furiously at his pants and the patch of wetness growing from spilled liquor staining the left leg. His grip on her tightens, the effect immediately visible from the lance of pain that flickers across her face, pointed and urgent.

The world goes very quiet, and very still. Odin tenses, every muscle in his body going rigid.

The walls here are red, the little Sparrow’s hair is red – vermillion, the colour of a sunset on fire, Bordeaux wine – and his vision bleeds red.

Odin moves without conscious thought: one moment he is at the bar, and the next his arm is slamming into the man’s gut, crushing the air from his lungs and forcing him to release the Sparrow out of shock. His hand, formed in a knuckled fist, fingers wrapped around thumb and the ring on his fourth finger that he keeps fucking forgetting to take off (or burn, or throw into the river, or melt down into scrap metal), swings forward in a brutal uppercut. It makes contact with a resounding snap of bone and cartilage, blood spraying forth in vivid, violent streaks of red.

“You crazy fucking bastard,” the man howls, staggering on his feet as his hands fly up to clutch at his face. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“There is one and only one rule in this club.” Odin widens his eyes a fraction. “Are you an idiot, or just in the mood to be skinned alive fully conscious?”

The man’s face twists into a snarling contempt. Naturally, he ignores the question entirely. “I know you,” he says, voice low and lascivious, swaying precariously on his feet. “You’re Odin Bello.”

Odin’s mouth flat lines, unimpressed by the drunken display before him.

“The man whose wife has fucked half the city.”

After, the reports will say that the man was found near dead: 6 broken ribs, dozens of broken, fractured bones, internal bleeding, contusions on his chest, arms and face, comatose.

After, they’ll say that Odin Bello lost his mind.

(Have you seen him? He doesn’t look like someone stable.

His wife was cheating on him for months with every member of his precinct, the poor fool. Who could blame him?

Bello’s insane. He’s completely lost it.

Did you hear the man he attacked is in a coma? Who knows, maybe he deserves it. Maybe he was asking for it.

I feel bad for the wife. Good thing she got out while she still could.)

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After, Mona finds him in the alleyway with a cigarette dangling from his fingers, his hands and arms soaked in blood to the elbow. He smells like the inside of a slaughterhouse, and ash. She stalks over on stiletto heels sharpened to a knife point and slaps a black dossier against his chest. The Dark Lady’s insignia is debossed, an imprint, a shadow of an elegant swirling sigil.

“This isn’t a favour, Bello. I expect repayment in full, and then some.”

Her hand shoots out to grip him by the chin, manicured fingernails digging into his jawline as she drags his face down towards her eye line.

“You pull that shit in my club again and I’m blacklisting you for life.”

Odin shakes her hand free like her touch is nothing but air and straightens, presses the cigarette back to his lips and lets the smoke coil and spiral from his fingertips. Even the smoke tastes of something raw. Like fresh blood, metallic and veined with rust. There are flecks of it clinging to his cheekbones, splattered across his shirt like an abstract impressionist rendering of violence. The afterimage of it seared into the black and white negative of his silhouette. He looks like an old god, covered in the grime and filth of modernity. A bloodied relic of an ancient religion built on the altar of human sacrifice. He inhales, black smoke swirling in his lungs, the faint glow of eyes like ritual fire as he turns to face her.

“Do you think she knows?”

Bewilderment, then disgust as understanding dawns on Mona’s face. “How the fuck would I know, Bello?”

Odin watches her, unblinking, utterly motionless, his gaze deadened and hollowed like the heart of a black hole. A yawning abyss of unending nothingness with no horizon.

Am I only a monster if she knows what I’ve done?

Extras:

ORIGIN: Standing at 6’5” since he was 18 years old, Odin cuts a striking figure. His presence commands gravitas without him ever having to speak a word: a simple nod, a tilt of the chin. Soldiers fall silent when he speaks, higher-ranking officers defer to his cool judgement and lateral insight. He is a man born for leadership, marked for authority and the steady ascent to power. They say that those who deserve power do not want it, and in Odin’s case, at least to begin with, this is true. He enlisted at 18 to find an escape, a lifeline. A pathway to an existence free of his father and the brutal legacy he’d built for him — the only thing his father had ever given him other than his name. It was of little surprise that being primed and honed for war came easily to him. Odin rose swiftly through the ranks, impressing his superiors with his discipline, resolve and relentless potential. If anything, he was a little too disciplined, a little too resolute. Too intense and dead-eyed even when his fellow recruits were pushed to the brink of physical and mental collapse. Odin never seemed to tire, never seemed to even approach a tangible breaking point. He was utterly in his element: consistently ranking first in all his classes and dominating thr basic training activities with his physical advantages. But he was also charismatic, distinctly likeable, and always willing to help and shoulder someone else’s burden if he saw them struggling. As much as the other recruits would have preferred it, he was impossible to hate. At 24, he was promoted early to Lieutenant and led a squad of nine men who were willing to fight and die at his word. Out there, in the desert, they would have walked open-eyed into a minefield if he had given the order. Five years later, he was honourably discharged with the end of his tour. At least, that’s what his official military transcript says. What the transcript doesn’t say is that Odin Bello was diagnosed with post-traumatic stress disorder, chronic insomnia and major depressive disorder following his return. This will do you good, the Lieutenant Colonel had said. You’ve fought this war for long enough but now it’s time for you to go home, to find a little peace for yourself. He returned to the country, battle still burning in his blood and his head full of quiet demons, and immediately left in search of a place that did not feel like a graveyard. So he found, Verona, wartorn, streets red with blood, a monster lurking behind the face of every man, and felt for the first time in a very long time, at home.

HEART: Odin has a great love for animals and small children. When he was young, he would feed what little food he had to the local dogs and strays. They followed him around the streets like a loyal pack of guard dogs and one time even chased off a gang of older children harassing him for non-existent money. Odin was a single child but he often played with the other children in his town and helped to look after the youngest ones when needed. His heart is most visibly softest when he’s around children. To this day, he ensures that a significant portion of his pay – as a law enforcer and Capulet – goes to the local orphanage of Verona. He spends at least one day a week in his time off-duty feeding the stray creatures of Verona – be they beggars, street ruffians or stray dogs.

SOUL: It’s a hypocrisy of the highest order to be an officer of the law, and yet a Capulet. The Capulets are the source of half the rife and warfare in the city, the beating heart of the black market that funnels contraband and weaponry through the illicit networks of the underground. The Capulets liken their legacy to that of Robin Hood, a legendary tale of David defeating Goliath. Now, however, the Capulets are fat and glutted on their gold and wealth. Just as filthy rich and corrupted as the aristocrats they overthrew in the name of liberty and equality. Joining the Capulets was a means to an end for Odin, an opportunity to oversee the inner workings of the Capulet crime family, and to use it for his own quiet purposes. A thief that slipped away with the life savings of a dozen families he swindled could be dealt with in shadow and silence. A rapist plaguing the city with no proof to his accusations but the blood and tears of his victims could be found dead in the morning, his throat slit in retribution. A murderer could be caught, and punishment dealt in a manner befitting his crime, not by the corrupt, unjust systems of the court. It does not sit entirely well with the balance of Odin Bello’s soul, that he works for the Capulets and paints his hands in blood for them. But as long as the good he can do outweighs the evil, then he is willing to stretch his soul a little thinner in the name of what must be done.

HAMARTIA: Odin does not do anything in halves. It’s all or nothing with him. He loved his mother with all his heart, and he hates his father with the very same heart. He has never known a middle ground. The love he knows is a double-edged sword – all-consuming, and therefore, destructive. For Odin, there is no other way to love than to give everything of himself until here is nothing left. Even if it means his ruin. He gave everything to Delilah when he swore himself to her – his heart, his name, his soul, his life. He would have ridden into hell for her and beyond, if she had asked. He would have plucked the moon from the sky and given her the stars to light her smile, if she had asked. At the time of her betrayal, he had believe his rage equal to his love. Burning like wildfire from inside of him until it consumed all the good and warmth he had associated with loving her. Grief, he has since realised, outlasts rage. He placed Delilah on a pedestal and made her his god. Casting her out of Eden meant leaving behind a hollowness nothing else could fill. So he clings to the only other person who has ever worn the shape of love in his life – his comrade-in-arms, his brother, Ivan. Ivan, who has never abandoned him or given him cause for pain or doubt. Ivan, who has always understood his rage and darkness, and stands by him in the light nevertheless.

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( paul wesley. 28. cismale. he/him. ) ❛ andrew schneider , a scorpio from san francisco, moved into holloway eight years ago. they are a writer that lives in apartment 6f and their neighbors don’t particularly mind them. some say they can be brooding and reserved but others say they’re creative and insightful. anyways, one thing is for sure: you hear love like ghosts by lord huron, it’s andrew blasting it. ( penned by erie, 23, est. )

Hellllllllllllo! I am so thrilled to finally be posting this intro, even if I am a little late to the party. You can call me Erie, and I’m from the EST Timezone! Here are a few fun facts about myself:

- My favorite band is Lord Huron. If you don’t know who they are, I’d strongly suggest looking them up. I can’t even begin to describe how their music makes me feel.

- I’ve been rping for nearly six years. I started here on tumblr, and have always been on tumblr, which I’ve learned is fairly uncommon. A lot of people I’ve met in the rpc started on twitter, facebook, or other platforms. Regardless of where you started though, I’ll love you just the same!

- I’ve played Paul Wesley face claims a lot over the years. He was by far my favorite part of The Vampire Diaries. He’s an amazing actor, and characters I’ve played using his face have always had a certain vibe that I love. It was actually because of my very first Paul Wesley Face Claim that I was introduced to Lord Huron, and now I sort of associate the two things with each other. Andrew is a mix of two of my previous Paul characters, with a few new things added in. That’s a pretty nice segue way to...

Andrew! Let me tell you this boy’s story, because I’ve been itching to for days!

- Andrew grew up in San Francisco with his dad, who is a world renowned (Think like, Stephen King level fame and success) but struggling author. His mom left with his younger brother when Andrew was very young. He’s never met his brother, and his Mom flat out refuses to have anything to do with him to this day because...

- The reason his Mom left was that Andrew’s Dad had developed an alcohol problem from his writing struggles, and would regularly abuse her. She got pregnant with Andrew’s brother with another man, who promised to support her and the child if she left. She left Andrew with his Dad because she had grown to hate him, because he served as a reminder that she had once loved the man that had made her life into a living Hell.

- I’d like to be able to say that his wife leaving him, and the responsibility of taking care of his son now being completely on his shoulders served as a wake up call for Andrew’s Dad, but unfortunately it didn’t. His drinking got even worse, and he simply hired people to oversee the care of Andrew, and locked himself away in his study, trying to write the next great novel. In some ways, this was probably something of a mercy, because he certainly wasn’t in any condition to take care of a child, and if he’d attempted it, Andrew probably would have suffered the same kind of abuse that his mother had. As it stands, the abuse he did suffer was very minimal. Once he was old enough to start school, Andrew was sent to Leman Manhattan Preparatory School in New York, boarding there. He lived there for ten months out of the year from the time he was 4 until he was 18, and as a result, grew up to barely know his father.

- Although he resented his father, it was hard for Andrew not to follow in his footsteps and becomes a writer himself. This is partially because the only good memories that Andrew has of his Dad involve him praising pieces of his writing as he grew up. In those moments, Andrew was able to see a glimmer of the man his father once was before alcohol consumed his life. Writing was the only thing that he and his Dad shared. But even without these moments, he still probably would have ended up becoming a writer anyway.

- Having lived in New York for the better part of his entire life, once he graduated High School, he moved there permanently in order to attend Columbia. It was while he was there that he met and fell in love with Alice.

- There’s not a lot I can say about Alice, because in a lot of ways, she’s kind of a mystery. I will say that Andrew was very in love with her. After a year of being together, he proposed marriage and she said yes.

- After his second year at Columbia, he and Alice decided to move out of the residence, and that’s when they moved into Holloway together as a betrothed couple. However, very shortly after moving in, Alice disappeared. Her leaving seemed deliberate, since she took most of her stuff, but she left no note, and no explanation for why, or where she was going. Andrew was heartbroken.

- It wasn’t long after Alice left that Andrew decided to leave. He had started to drink heavily, and spent a lot of his time shut up by himself doing nothing but writing, and he realized he was well on track to becoming exactly like his father was. He knew he needed to leave everything behind, and live as differently as was possible. Without giving it too much thought, he packed a bag and left New York; and he didn’t return for 8 years.

- In his time away, Andrew went on a journey. He traveled across North America, a great deal of it on foot, and camped out in the wilderness. As he traveled, he wrote and sketched in his journals, keeping accounts of the things he saw and experienced. Trekking on foot, from forest to field, from field to mountain, and everything in between, he made stops in towns and cities when he needed to resupply. He lived this way for eight years, on what essentially became a journey of healing and enlightenment. 

-  Although the purpose of the journey wasn’t supposed to be try and find Alice, there was no denying that in the back of his mind, he was always searching for her, hoping to find her. He kept finding reasons to push his journey further and longer, and though he could justify them to himself, deep down he knew it was because of her. In the end, he never did find her, and after breaking down into tears at the realization that no matter how far he went, he probably never would, he decided it was time to finally return home.

- Now Andrew is back. His apartment has been paid for, but vacant for the past eight years, and he’s finally returned to live in it. After eight years on the road, he has hundreds of journals to sort through, which he intends to take the best parts of, revise, and try to get published. Spending so much time away, it’s going to take some time for him to figure out how to live a normal life again.

That’s the story of Andrew so far! I’m not super happy with how I wrote it (Having a mental block today) but it gets the important stuff across! I may try writing out an actual bio eventually, but we’ll see. Anywho! If you’d like to plot anything, please feel free to shoot me a message! 

[littlesilverplatinum]

😉 ; Are there any ships for your muse that you enjoy, or ships that you would like to see happen? 😳 ; What is something or someone you have always wanted to write with? i.e. a particular plot, a character, etc.🙄 ; What are your biggest pet peeves when it comes to tumblr? 😠 ; Is there anything you dislike about your muse? ☹️ ; Do you have any insecurities about writing and/or interacting with other people?😮 ; What is your favourite thing about your muse?😍 ; Is there anyone who inspire

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😉 ; Arethere any ships for your muse that you enjoy, or ships that you would like tosee happen?

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Shippinghas always been fun for me, and Ihave always enjoyed the experiences I have had regarding the pairs I havegotten the pleasure of writing over the years. Regarding ships for Hikari that I enjoy? It’s not a canoncharacter ship by any stretch of the imagination – but I deeply adore the shipbetween me and my friend Red (@xhentai-man / @redicidium). Jay and Hikari still sit very, very dear within my heart, andregardless how many other dynamics we create for hers and mines characters – the two of them stand out as the original OTP of this blog.–Regarding ‘canon’ ships? (Aka, Hikari’s Main verse/Pokémon verse).I have always enjoyed the dynamic of villains/anti-heroesand protagonists – and I neverreally thought myself to get that, given that there a lot of… Well, let’s say there’snot a lot of respect for charactersthat are developed beyond their ten year old canonical counterparts. (And I do realize there’s good reason for itat times, and that Hikari isn’t exactly a shining example – as she is, in mindand body, still a teenager.) But, well, I have been proven a bit wrong with that, haha.

So, Archer and Hikari (@executive-geneticist) is a ship I’m looking forward to seeingdevelop as time goes on, and it’s a ship that I enjoy greatly – even if notmuch has been built around it as of yet, beyond small mentions of things.

(Then, of course, there’s the ships I havegotten to write with friends on the side, or through drabbles. You can countyourself in this category, Vani ;v )

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😳 ; What is something or someone you have always wanted to write with? i.e.a particular plot, a character, etc.

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Surprisingly, the people that I have really wanted to write with, I have gotten the chance to write with. If allthose experiences, at the end of the day, was enjoyable? Well, noteverything can pan out in your favor. But, most of them have left me feeling happy, and were great experiences.(And truly, most of these haven’t ended –and I still talk to these people as often as the opportunity presents itself.)–Plots that I would like to do is abit harder to give a true answer to,as I have so many things that I wantto write, but most likely won’t. I would love the chance of having a threadwith Hikari’s father, regarding his ‘healing’crafts of which he left his family behind to pursue. Yet I realize that it’s a bitimpossible, given where his storylays in this moment – and that I need to move him forward in his timeframe, ifI want to have interactions that would be genuinely interesting.

Other thingsare just… To get to try more different themesof interactions, be they adventurebased or something else entirely. Igreatly enjoy world building withinthreads, and so that’s something I will always jump on to work through with awilling partner, should the chance present itself. (This goes for character development as well – as it’s wonderful to getto share that experience with a writing partner.) AU’s, of course, are greatfuntoo – and I really want to do paranormalrelated threads, because they seem like they would be a lot of fun. Themes differ,and I do have ideas for severalthings regarding hauntings, possessions or… anythinglike it.–I just haven’t gotten the chance to write it with anyone, or present it tosomeone who I could do a true thread with… Ifthat makes sense?

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(Eye roll emoji) ; What are your biggest pet peeves when it comes to tumblr?

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You’re trying to get me in trouble, aren’t you Vani?

This will strictly be about the rp side oftumblr, rather than the website as a whole:

Alright so…I’m sure this happens in any forumfor roleplay, but it’s something I have personal only noticed, since joiningthe tumblr rpc this past year. –Thread hoarders should really reconsider how they treat theirplatform. What I mean by that, is that it appears that people don’t see a limit to how many starter calls they will put up, how many calls for attention they give, so that they get piled up with things they need to do that – I suppose – makes them feel busyand important?A simplification of the matter, yes,but it’s always easier to understand things when they are simplified so… give me abreak. Lol.

Aka – it’s stupid of you to put out starter calls, or plotting calls, inbox callsor whatever you may do, when you KNOWthat you have 10+ threads and requests for starters sitting in yourdrafts. Because, y’know where that eventuallyleads you? You make a post that you’re goingto drop half of them, and only keep the interactions that you care about (often with friends – which isn’t bad mindyou)…. Only to then, in the samebreath, ask for more interactions.–As though you couldn’t understand WHY you had to drop things in the firstplace.

THERE IS NOTHING WRONG WITH HAVING A FEWINTERACTIONS AT A TIME! Seriously… I personally can’t handleit, if I have more than a few threads going at one time – and often the threadsI have are ‘demanding’, as I write a lot. Which is the way I like it, but that’s beside the point… Peopleneed to know their limits, and understand that it’s pretty shittybehavior to either ask for a starter that you KNOW you’ll never get to, or to promise starters and replies thatyou never intend to do.

It’s even shittier, if you can’tmessage the person who wrote something for you to let them know that you’re not actually feeling thethread/starter you two have together. Seriously… Trust me when I say thatthe people that you reject along the way will be happier that you were honestwith them, rather than leaving them in the dirt without messaging them back.

We all makemistakes, and I’m not perfect in these things either… But I know my limits.

Just.Please stop.

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😠 ; Is there anything you dislike about your muse?

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I alwaysfind questions like this hard to answer – even if the givenquestion asks for something I like about my muse. Because, of course I like my muse – and ofcourse there’s things I don’t like about my muse. But it’s hard to point them out, as often youview your characters through a bit of rose-tinted glasses that are hard to lookbeyond.–Just… Simply regarding Hikari as a person?She really holds grudges againstcertain people, yet can’t stand up against them. She is weak in so many ways, beit physically or mentally. Yet it’s not something that seemingly affects her inher ability to function. Hikari willinglyblinds herself to some things, and indulges herself far too much in others. And it’s hard to explain these things, as it allhas to do with context – but Hikari has many flaws within her personality and behavior,and I do hope that, in general, it showsin my writing regarding her.

Other thanthat…. From a mun/writer perspective? Girl is taxing as hell- pfft. I don’tdislike it about her, as I really do enjoy writing her – and its reallyall I do in my spare time, when given the option to. Seriously- my mind spins around with scenarios andideas regarding Hikari and her world constantly, and I can’t shut it the fUCK UP. But it can be mentallytaxing sometimes.

Somethingthat I combat by simply… turning my focusto any of my other characters, haha.

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☹️ ; Do you have any insecurities about writing and/or interacting withother people?

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Oh, absolutely! Though some of my fears haveleft me, as time has gone on, some still lingerand are seemingly… impossible to movepast. I do realize that, anyone that has ever talked to me for any longerthan a few minutes via privates chats can tell you that I’m,,, awkwardas hell. And I’m greatly aware of this fact, and it really doesn’thelp me in feeling as though I’m notan annoyance, or like I don’t say oddthings. I don’t know if it’s me having trouble coming into my own skin andfeeling confident in my thoughts and feelings, or excitements for certainthings – or if I’m truly socially inept haha. Either way – regarding characterinteraction… I, in general, just always stress about my writing. Thatit’s not as good as I would want itto be, that the starters I write for people lackdirection (even though they don’t appearthat way to me) and just… simplethings like that. If my way of writing is hard to read, if it’s toomuch, if Hikari is as flat as aboard and I just think that Ihave developed a decent character out of a protagonist that lacks anything besides appearance and the strengthyou give them along the way.

Just, y’know…casual such things.

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😮 ; What is your favourite thing about your muse?

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See theabove answer regarding what I dislike about my muse. It’s just… such a hard question ;;

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😍 ; Is there anyone who inspires you or that you look up to?

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My biggest writing inspiration to this day,and who has really changed the way I write for (hopefully) the better – is themangaka Asano Inio. Specifically, though it’s not the only work of his that I deeply enjoy and take inspiration from, Oyasumi Punpun. Just… Though its imagery,rather than written work where you have to imagine it all on your own, thingsare just told in such a beautiful manner – I feel I just have to capture those elements within my own writing.And I do really hope that I do itjustice, or that I can get at least even a fractionof a thousand closer to being as goodas him at telling stories and build characters that feel real. It’s a big reasonfor why I don’t try to (or subconsciouslydon’t) shy away from things thataren’t pretty regarding mycharacters. Let them have horrible, horriblethoughts – let them fail and do thingsthat are wrong. It makes them feel all the more real, or at least to me. Take inspiration from places that I havebeen, imagery that stuck out aboutthem and find the small things inlife to focus in on, that makes it all feel like a dream. Be they the way raindrops off a leaf that has fully come into its own, vibrant spring color – or the way rain sounds against wooden boardson a late summer evening.

That’s what Asano Inio has inspired me to do, and I am so grateful to have found his work.

…. Now, of course there’s people within thiscommunity that inspire me as well – and I do feel I can tag them, as all ofthem are friends of mine who I enjoytalking to both in just private, and ic. These are not the only people I enjoy writing with or for – but they are people whose writing I really enjoy, and I treasure beingable to write and talk with:

@xhentai-man, you soviet scum ;v you know i love everything we do@the-executives-stratagem, plotting with you is sO great and I love everything that we have going @executive-geneticist, you’re a joy to talk to, and your writing is engaging as hell and just… yes plz@puffyhat-kotone, best Lyra in the world I adore her with my whole heart, good wife best wife!!@magicmagikarp, out here bringing me high quality material and writing 10/10 would recommend 

[belzinone]

Hello RPC! ♡

I redirect my peripheral blogs to these rules because I consider Bel my primary muse. If you came here from Eren, my sapphic multimuse hub, or Angel, thanks for taking the time to go through all my stuff. It means a lot to me ~ ♡

      ♡ Things you should know before becoming mutuals ♡

My name is Sal (they/them/theirs; 25+) & I write an OC blog because although I love SnK, I’m an original content creator at heart & blending my own ideas into an existing universe is a happy medium for me. I’m also a queer studies scholar, future paramedic, & C-PTSD / domestic violence survivor, so support, community, & freedom of expression is very important to me.

As a mod, I’ll do my best to encourage your creativity as well as be a supportive friend/writing partner on & off the dash. That being said, here’s a bit on how I like to roll. These guidelines are not only meant to steer my interactions, but also contain resources to potentially help you as well.

First off, here are my hard No’s: I don't tolerate severe ooc ignorance or bigotry. Minor offenses & honest mistakes I understand since we’re always learning, but severe & repeated instances warrant an unfollow &/or block from me. I don't have the energy to entertain these situations nor is it my sole responsibility to make every act of ignorance I come across a teaching moment. I strive to maintain an enriching environment here for myself & others in my orbit. It is also my right to do so as it is yours.

༺ I’m particularly intolerant of offenses towards my identities. These are sensitive issues I don’t appreciate taking lightly unless I’m comfortable with you enough as a person to know where your real sentiments lie. Furthermore, intersectionality’s a real important concept. If your instinct is to downplay the severity of these issues, take the time to learn about them instead of harassing people for the ways they respond to their abuse. It’s tiring & I don’t fuck with it. Neither should you.

༺ That being said, I understand  mun ≠ muse & author ≠ narrative. With sensitivity, communication, content warnings, & consent, these things can certainly coexist. I roleplay for community, enjoyment, & healing while also understanding that everyone processes things differently & silence is damaging.

༺ I ask that if you encounter content not to your taste, please don’t police the internet & instead respectfully ask op to tag, blacklist, block, or unfollow. I’ll extend this respect to you so we can all navigate the rpc safely, as uninformed content policing has serious legal consequences as well as interferes with real justice. 

Now that my hard No’s are out of the way, I’m very eager to fulfill wishlists. Please send as many inboxes, write as many starters, & start as many threads as you like. There’s no pressure to keep all the threads we start, so please feel free to follow your inspirational whims. I’m happy to follow them too if I can.

༺ I love interactions of all kinds & write threads of all lengths, but I enjoy writing multi-para/novella threads most & shippy/angsty/sapphic interactions are my favorite. Though Bel is on the asexual/aromantic spectrum (& is a dysphoric nonbinary woman) she is nonetheless eligible for shipping & sexual encounters with all genders under the right circumstances. However, I prefer our muses to be close in age & would rather not write heavy power dynamics without equally heavy plotting. A quick info post is here. 

༺ I enjoy & thrive on ooc communication. This doesn’t mean we have to be in contact all the time, but I do love getting to know you & your muse(s) because it makes interactions all the more personal and fulfilling. You can also check the status of our thread(s) whenever you like here, as my activity can be a bit capricious.

༺ Please cut your replies & include active responses in your writing. I will have trouble writing off of neutral &/or vague replies. I’d much rather we drop threads & start something new rather than continue writing one that no longer sparks joy.

༺ Please don’t godmod or excessively use me as a meme/musing source. This includes long / unplotted timeskips & practicing karma if we don’t have much development. If your muse is relating to our posts a lot, we should be able to make something out of it.

༺ Severe mischaracterization of my muse is a huge turnoff. Please don’t make assumptions. Please don’t fetishize her. Please don’t mistake her fanon for a hospital nurse. She’s a soldier. Please do gloss over her info (everything under central navigation) & ask me questions if you need to. I understand she’s an intensely developed character, but understanding the unique portrayal of your muse is important to me so please extend the same courtesy. I’m happy to learn as well as explain.

This is an explicit blog & triggers will be present (as well as tagged by request). Please don’t interact if you’re a minor & please ask for consent before writing sexually explicit content with me. More often than not it’ll be an enthusiastic YES, but please give me the heads up as well as your preferences so we can do the dirty in a way that’s fun for both of us. ♡

As a result of the 2018 purge, i’ll be circumventing this god awful policy using the following tags:

current nsfw tag: #FREE THE FEMALE PRESENTING NIPPLE . nsfvv

old nsfw tag: #FREE THE FPN . sfw // only it’s not

Unfortunately, what I cannot tag are spoilers, as many are key aspects of Bel’s character & plot devices in threads. If you’re an anime only fan of SnK, aren’t caught up with the manga, &/or aren’t familiar with other parts of the series (such as acwnr & smartpass releases), I’m sorry I won’t be able to keep spoilers out of Bel’s pages &/or off the dash.

The SnK universe is a playground & this is my sandbox. I’m not interested in seeing or engaging with any discourse or villainization of its existence & am simply here for my personal enjoyment of the series (as well as yours if you’d like to join me. ♡ )

Thanks for going through this! Please feel free to let me know if there’s any way I can help make roleplaying a better/easier experience for you, let it be accessibility &/or communication issues. I experience some forms of dyslexia & understand the struggle very much. I also apologize ahead of time for any misspellings or strange word replacements in my replies. I do my best to proofread, but things fall through the cracks sometimes. Finally, you can find a quick and easy guide to starting an interaction with us here. If you’d like to add me on discord, mine’s sal#2446. Please send yours so I can associate your blog/muse(s) with your name.

Thanks again, & I look forward to getting to know you & your muse(s)!

Love, Sal (they/them/theirs) ♡

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[floatiisms]

Warning this is 1,130 words so if you read it it’s long. 

Okay well I was considering staying out of this one but I’m an opinionated person™ and also I got an ask that I have to answer anyway, so why not just make it a thing. 

Reminder that this is coming from the POV of someone who 

A) Is an abuse survivor 

B) Is a psychology major

C) writes an abuser as well as other ‘asshole’ characters 

D) loves villains 

And, as anyone who follows me knows, I’m not caught up on the manga, so this is coming from only what I know. That being said, I did read the bit (numbers escape me) with hawks / dabi / scar / soba. That should sum it up enough that people know what I mean

So lets start with the ask, shall we? 

Mh, don’t like that, but my personal opinion on your wording aside! 

- People have the right to HC whatever they want for their muse’s opinions on their abuser. Yes, canonly certain muses have ‘forgiven’ E.nji, however if someone wants to write it another way, it’s their blog and they have the right to do that. 

- People have the right to avoid / not interact with Enj.i rpers, no matter what, canon or no. 

Now lets break down what that means. 

I write an abusive parent from Ass/assin/ation Classro/om. Do I expect people who write in that fandom to interact with that blog? No, honestly not one bit. Do I hate him? Yes - While I love how complex and interesting his character is (which is the reason I write him ofc), I hate the things he did and how he is. He’s a shitlord. 

En.ji’s very similar in my eyes, except lacking the canon ‘depth’. 

NO MATTER if (in canon) a person’s muse has ‘forgiven’ an abusive character or not, they are not obligated to interact with that muse. They are entitled to creating their own experience, and their own space. 

NO MATTER if (in canon) a person’s muse has ‘forgiven’ an abusive character, they are not obligated to write it that way if they wish to differ their characterization. 

NO MATTER if someone who writes En.ji wants to write with, say, a Rei, they are not entitled to simply because of canon relations. 

E.nji is an abuser. This is canon. And due to that, En.ji is triggering. That is fact. If someone wants to avoid En.ji, then THAT’S THEIR RIGHT. If someone wants their muse to avoid En.ji then THAT’S THEIR RIGHT. Just like it’s who the fuck ever’s right to write En.ji if they so please.

Now wait, why do I keep putting quotes around forgiving? Because forgiving your abuser in a healthy way, it doesn’t look like “oh it’s okay now lets sit down and eat Soba and pretend everything is fine” which is what? This argument is making me feel you see it is? (Actually that’s ignoring abuse and devaluing your trauma, typically)

So wait, what does forgiving your abuser look like? Well...

It doesn’t always involve the abuser. 

Sometimes contact isn’t possible and, frequently, contact isn’t healthy. Sometimes the abuser doesn’t apologize. Even if the abuser is truly sorry and openly repents, forgiveness is about the victim’s healing. It can happen with or without them being involved.

It doesn’t mean reconciliation.

rec·on·cil·i·a·tion            1.the restoration of friendly relations.

You can forgive someone and not reconcile with them. You can forgive someone and acknowledge that their presence isn’t healthy for you. You can forgive someone, and now seek a relationship with them. 

It doesn’t mean quickly moving on, or overlooking the wrong. 

We’re back to ‘lets just pretend it didn’t happen’ not being healthy. Forgiveness is a journey, and even if someone characterizes their En.ji as trying to seek forgiveness and being genuinely remorseful for his actions, it’s still a long time before he can start to rebuild relationships and them be healthy. Often the abused person will have to go through the stages of grief, intense counseling, and a lengthy period of processing before they’re ready to look at forgiveness - and often they slip stumble and regress, because recovery is never linear. 

This is only just skimming the surface, but NO MATTER if Fuyu.mi and R.ei have (canonly) forgiven their abuser, it doesn’t mean they have to be around him. It doesn’t mean he has to be in their lives at all. Factually, it means they may heal better without him. And if someone wishes to write this into their blog, they can WITHOUT being ‘unable to accept canon’ as you put it.

This aside, it’s difficult to heal when around your abuser. When your trigger is still living in the house with you, it makes it difficult to move past what they did to you, no matter if they’re sorry or not. 

And factually? If they’re genuinely sorry, then they’ll understand that someone needs space to breathe. 

If someone who is writing En.ji is genuinely someone who feels En.ji as an abuser is sorry, and wishes to see his family heal from literally kicking the shit out of them among other things? Then they should understand that 

A) this means the todor.oki’s may need space from their abuser, for an indefinite amount of time. 

B) his actions may be seen as unforgivable and that’s understandable. 

C) abuse survivors who are on their own journey to recovery may need distance from things, such as En.ji, who remind them of their abuser, and this is especially true for those of us projecting on our muse. 

I respect all RPers and their choice of muse, but when you write a toxic character, it’s your responsibility not to force that upon other people, and it’s your responsibility to write your muse in a way that doesn’t romanticize or take their actions lightly. It is your responsibility to understand that the actions your muse has engaged in are trauma inducing. 

And if you can’t respect people’s decision to avoid a muse that triggers them and craft their own experience, if you can’t respect people’s decision to characterize their muse how they so please, then for fuck’s sake, get out of the RPC.

This is coming from someone who writes an abuser. This is coming from someone who writes a toxic relationship in another fandom. This is coming from someone who got out of an abusive situation, only to have to exist alongside him for several years after the fact. 

I respect En.ji rpers, so long as they respect how people choose to characterize their character's forgiveness of a man who brought nothing but pain and suffering for their entire lives. 

Of course this doesn’t touch on my opinions on if En.ji is ‘redeemable’ or not, but that wasn’t the topic, forgiveness was, so I won’t get into that. 

[pocmuzings]

hey, g. i know you have a lot of asks, so i hope you don't feel the need to answer this one immediately (or ever), i just kind of... i've found the way you've spoken to people so comforting and i kind of want to open up about the confusion and hurt i feel. i don't mind if i'm shouting into a void. please feel free to ignore this. (abuse, suicidal ideation tw) a few years ago, i was in a roleplay that i loved. ship i loved. character i loved. it was everything to me. (1/?)

hello !!! thank u for sending me all of this and speaking up . i know its never ever easy . firstly, i’m sorry that somebody did awful things to you and controlled you and made you feel unsafe . that makes me feel sick to even think about . it’s so unfair on you , especially when you were at the age that you were in . i’m not saying your behaviours ( which i don’t know exactly what they were but u mentioned they werent great towards others , in return ) were JUSTIFIED per se in response to what happened to u , but it is slightly understandable CONSIDERING everything that happened to you and what people did to you . i’m sorry . you didn’t deserve that . all i can really really say with my whole chest is that . . it is NEVER too late to genuinely apologise and own up to your past mistakes . it is never too late to try and reach out and message people who you may have hurt and be like ‘ hey . im so so sorry . ‘, it can do a lot of healing for both parties ! it doesn’t need to be some Big Show / big post / Youtuber Drama Video , but it can be just  not everybody will forgive u , but at least its a Start right ? 

the fact that you regret your past actions and have learned from them and are trying to be a better person is IMPORTANT ! that shouldn’t be dismissed ! everyone has been toxic or had toxic traits in their lives . nobody is utterly blameless . its what you do with your own self afterwards of that realisation that matters ! i know you think you may be excluded from whats happening in the rpc at the moment and other survivors speaking out . . but you deserve resolution of some sort on your side , too . i stand with you . i can tell you’ve been through a lot of pain , and i can tell you’re still hurting . i can’t know what you did to others , or what hurt you may have caused , but i can read from your other messages that you recognise your own bad behaviour and you want to try fix it . that is good ! we need more people who want to fix things , instead of just delete and leave ! please please don’t be TOO hard on yourself . just . take as long as you need . read through other survivors posts and stories . maybe keep listening to others , and then listen to yourself too and what would help you , and also help you help others . its okay to keep learning . it’s okay to try and make amends , and see how you can help fix what happened to others , and yourself . it won’t be straight away , maybe , but if you put in the actual effort . . it will be noted , and it is important ! there is nothing wrong with that , or with you . you can do this !!!! i really really believe you can ! if there’s anything else i can do or say to help , or encourage . . let me know ! you aren’t alone . im here ! i see you . i hear you .