#♕ * ic. / interactions.

[kaerinio]

@sanctissimx approached her grace: [ 📲 sms: ]  you’re single. i'm single. i feel like this is a problem we can solve together. FROM NYX LMFAO

THE MESSAGE FLASHES, inviting one glance, then another : its weight so substantial, she’s rooted in place, like a statue wrought in silver and gold. all around, insomnia’s citizens glide past, weaving around her, murmuring pardons. they go unregistered, unnoticed, same as the steel buildings gazing down upon her and the cars humming by, drowning, all, against the thump of her blood. she presses the phone to her chest ( where some beautiful bud blossoms, its petals unfurling, tickling every breathing part of her ), lips echoing the words, branding them on her heart. he's taken a leap with this text ——— one drastically different from the typical extremes demanded of a hero ; one that touches her ; one that deserves to be cherished. reading it once more, her aching cheeks rise even higher, and she decides to soar with him.

[📱imessage >> hero 😈 ]: is this your strange way of asking me out? [📱imessage >> hero 😈 ]: you’re insufferable, nyx [📱imessage >> hero 😈 ]: you know what i think. words are wind, and texts are just pixels. fickle things, both, that can be lost or taken away. why don't you come over to mine at 8? show me how you want to solve this “problem” [📱imessage >> hero 😈 ]: and i can show you 💋

[zcrayas]

(Impcler) - [Bristle] one muse plays with the others hair. (Messmer's serpents being silly maybe? Also decided to tweak the original prompt a little since obviously Rya has no facial hair)

extensive nonverbal memes || Highly accepting! Messmer || @impcler

Deeply focused, Rya proceeds on embroidery, a handkerchief. A little past-time project of her own, while staying in the room, seated in a slight distance, providing company now with her mere presence. Still alert, should the lord speak, or request something.

A gentle tug of a braid distracts her from work, and by instinct, she touches the braid, brushing over the bun, before glancing over shoulder. Nothing. Yet soon after, it happens again. Now, on other braid, meeting round eyes of a crimson serpent, tongue flickering at her. One of them caught, the other takes advantage and nips another of her braids, again.

A little game that seems to continue, but Rya doesn't mind, nor does she say a word to alert the lord of his companions. Granting him his peace. Instead, she lets them have their fun, merely offering knuckle of her finger, and gently brush scaly cheeks.

[xnalux]

♕ vi F1 rookie ♕ bot

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In the riveting world of Formula 1 racing, where speed, glamour, and competition collide, a fresh narrative unfolds as Vi, a fiery Red Bull-sponsored rookie, makes her grand entrance.

Known for her audacious driving style and cocky demeanor, Vi captures the media's attention and leaves a trail of both excitement and skepticism in her wake. Despite her prowess behind the wheel, she faces prejudice from her fellow drivers, who dismiss her as reckless and question her place in the sport due to her humble Zaunite origins, starkly contrasting the opulent backgrounds of most of her competitors.

as the prestigious Lumia Circuit F1 tournament approaches, and the stage is set for Vi to prove her mettle in the high-octane arena of professional racing. At the glittering introduction gala, the spotlight shines on the young prodigy, and it's here she crosses paths with the reigning champion, the enigmatic "Ice Queen.''

This seasoned racer known for her polished manners, icy composure, and a disciplined approach to racing that's earned her numerous victories.

initial message:

The atmosphere at the Introduction Gala of the Tournamin Lumina F1 tournament is a heady mix of excitement, opulence, and anticipation. The grand ballroom, with its gleaming chrome fixtures and walls of softly glowing Lumia crystals, hums with the chatter of the elite. The air is thick with the scent of expensive cologne.

The air is thick with excitement and anticipation as the crème de la crème of the Formula 1 world mingle among the throngs of guests. The sound of laughter and the murmur of eager conversations fill the space, punctuated by the clinking of champagne flutes.

The centerpiece of the room is an enormous, custom-built race track, complete with state-of-the-art holographic cars zipping around the circuit, leaving trails of shimmering light in their wake. This futuristic display serves as a visual feast and an interactive experience for guests, allowing them to feel the thrill of the race before it even begins. The track weaves between elegant, round tables draped in shimmering fabrics that seem to dance with the light, each one topped with a bouquet of exotic blooms that perfectly complements the overall theme of the event.

Taking a moment to escape the glaring spotlights, Vi steps onto the balcony overlooking the bustling cityscape. The cool evening air is a welcome relief from the stifling heat of the spotlight inside. She leans against the railing, her eyes tracing the neon lights that dance across the skyline, her thoughts racing faster than any F1 car.

She spots Reyes, the current champion, standing a few feet away, also enjoying the solitude. Your posture is poised, your expression unreadable as you gaze out into the night.

Vi approaches, her shoes resonating against the polished marble.

"Need some ice for that drink?"

she quips with her trademark sarcasm.

[kaerinio]

@nightstriumph approached her grace: hold his head. please. if only for a moment.

a moment. they’ve only a moment before tent flaps part, and one guest becomes another, becomes another, becomes another. war : what a greedy beast, merciless in its inclination toward devouring time, and impatient, too. it waits not for lovers, and thus, these minutes ( minutes, yes ) where they may luxuriate in one another, are so very dear. “rest, my love,” comes the comfort, lilting, and as lulling as the palms smoothing down the collar of his tunic. “if only for a minute or two. the world will not fall to ruin in that time, i promise you,” she whispers, teasingly adding, i should like to think it would take at least three minutes for all our hard work to come undone. how sweet, that soft curve of her lips, delighted at the soothing weight of his head upon her lap. how adoring, that lean, which has her hovering above, absolutely relishing in him.

the night bows before him and darkness answers his call, and yet, here, he shines for her : a star twinkling, rays reaching to capture hopes and wishes and dreams, while vowing to preserve such yearnings. he burns, as she does, but he does so radiantly ( and ruthlessly ; there is nothing he would not give to save his people ; he would tear himself asunder, if it assured their prosperity ; she loves him for this, fiercely, and for so much more ).

now, she allows the chaos of their world to lay forgotten upon a table. if only for this moment, she will shine for him. she will capture his hopes and cherish his yearnings ; she will save him, if only in this moment.

a gentle hand descends, pressing against the dark locks crashing along the planes of his forehead. his hair is mussed, having been loosened, no doubt, by hours of tugging with map-stained fingers. intent, she brushes the shadowy strands back : once, twice, thrice, until a languid rhythm forms. all the while, free fingers rise, featherlight, to glide along his features. devotedly, she traces the slope of his nose, smooths a brow, caresses lips she is all too tempted to capture with her own, before grazing across the peak of an elegant cheekbone to settle upon a pointed ear. the edge of her index finger arcs, memorizing the shape. a moon-kissed braid shifts when she tilts her head, inviting a beautifully crafted bell, wrought in the form of an eight-pointed star, to sing. “would you like to hear a story?”

[prince1ing]

AQUA REGIA ; a study in finding solace in the D A R K ;  ;   [ ♕ ]    reading,     laughter,   RAW MAGIC,    problem solving,  dreams,    fire,     training,     firmness,     free-spirited,      gentleness,     love,      chosen family,     mastering  skill,      blossoming courage,     teaching,      sex,   friendship,          ice,    chocolate,     bloodrush,     swimming,      cuddling,       peace      +    death.             _______________ ;   [ ♕ ] ________________     DORIAN HAVILLIARD from the THRONE OF GLASS world.        loved by hannah. | 30+ | cst timezone. | 18+ only interaction, please.

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I am over the age of 30 - i will not and do not rp with minors ! there will be mature themes present here.

I LOVE OC'S, crossovers, and alternate universe threads. I absolutely love to plot ! but you can also send in a meme to get us started. -- or i can send you one ! MY ASK IS ALWAYS OPEN !

I do NOT do drama of any kind. I will not participate in it, I don't care if it's fandom drama or friend drama. I'm far too old to participate in issues. That being said, I'm probably clueless anyway. Lol.

i'm sometimes terrible at replying back to IM's of any kind but i always reply to them eventually. you are 100% okay to IM me again. I have a very demanding job so sometimes i get distracted.

. I ship chemistry and I will always ship chemistry first.

I'm not always here but I always come back + i'm always mobile . You can find me on disco: meaercies

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[queenoftheboard]

♕ please reblog memes and aesthetics directly from the source - I’m not a resource blog and constantly doing so disrupts my notifications and this will earn you a hard block. On the same note - if you are a personal blog, please do not interact and/or reblog any of my headcanon, verses, ask replies or thread posts. 

This is literally in my rules and also common roleplay etiquette - do not reblog any of headcanon posts and other ic content posts. I'll continue to block offenders and I'll try to prevent this from happening (again) going forward by not enabling reblogs anymore (I forget we do have the option these days).

[ofluthorcorp]

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[iilahalzili]

     Bright violet eyes scan the area from his perch above--situated on a building to see all below. For the Medjay, crouched atop the stone rooftop, it is another day watching the people he protected, at least until he see a figure he knows means trouble.      He stands, smoothly taking out the golden bow and notching an arrow, “I would tread carefully, Thief. I am not a man to miss with this bow.” His eyes narrow, challenging, “If your purpose to being in this town is to steal, I would advise against it.”

     @devoted-souls  ♕ starter   ♛      

[quccnscars]

@tnott asked ❛  what’s going on ?  ❜

Percy Weasley was not one to bring unnecessary trouble, nor was he one to talk about unnecessary trouble. But unnecessary trouble had a bad habit of existing in the same spaces as him         especially as of late and the whole mess of Mr. Crouch's surprise exit at work ( oh come now percy, he tells himself, your boss has gone missing and without the people at your back, it'd be suspect that you were the one to do it ) was just the most recent trouble. Not that that was what was going on; at least, it wasn't the one thing he was thinking of. Well only a little. But he wasn't going to talk about it. Honestly, he wasn't even sure he could speak about it.

Deep breath, Weasley.

He gave Theodora a very perfunctory nod before speaking, ❝ I'm sure there's a better way to greet your former housemate and former Head Boy. Something like 'hello Percy, how's your new ministry job?' And what makes you think I know what's going on? ❞

[kaerinio]

@messianique approached her grace: do you think i deserve this ? / from rhaegar!

it's early : early enough that most of the world around them still sleeps, and those stirring do so slowly, groggily, while nursing steaming mugs and questioning if returning to the sanctity of warm covers would cause some great offense. indeed, dawn has only barely broken on the horizon, its tentative rays spilling through the clouds, like yolk through the cracks of an eggshell ; but, for dany, night ( or, rather, sleep ) never came, nor had she invited it. rather, she spent the time nurturing her living dream : straightening books stacked upon tables and propped-up in displays, ensuring that the titles truly were aligned in order ( alphabetical, of course, and by every author's last name ), fluffing the pillows and cushions adorning every seat.

and between every single task came a pause, where she'd step outside to look upon the sign now gazing down at them. THE SILVER QUILL.

“of course i do. in fact, i believe you deserve more, rhaegar ——— much, much more,” she whispers in a voice swelling with pride and overflowing with love. a hand reaches, grasping musical fingers. “you are the one who introduced me to the true beauty of books, of reading.” for joy and for knowledge, not just for the escape. a quiet swallow drowns the tears threatening to rise and smothers the sob clawing at her throat. the unspoken hovers between them : a silent chorus of ‘you saved me. you saved me. you saved me.’

gingerly, between pearly teeth, she captures her quivering lip, and pulls herself ever-closer to her beloved brother. what a sound hold, as though there exists some fear that, in the day's rise, he may dissipate, evaporating like dew from a rose petal. resting a cheek against his arm, contentment blossoms in her heart, inviting a sweet smile. “i didn't think you'd appreciate a sign with your face hanging right over the door.” sparkling eyes of violet lift, intent upon his expression. “though, i did consider it.” she's teasing, no doubt, punctuating it all with a laugh that could warm, even, the emerging sun.

[rossefincha]

you  mean  nothing

[rcjoice]

oh, he is so going to puke, he sees it all over his face, sees the way he's starting to go green. "maybe you're a rookie today, 'cause that's a definitely the face of someone about to be sick." he takes the other by his arm, helping him towards the bathroom. if there was one thing he can do, it's care for others. "come on, big boy. right through here. i'll grab you a water while you.. feel better." everyone feels better after getting it out.

soft voice rouses him , eyes adjusting to the light seeping in past the gap in the curtains. the other's words reach him as if he was hearing them underwater, only some of it clear and others lost in the haze of his muddled mind. " ---the fuck're you talkin' about ? i'm not gonna puke. that shit's for rookies. " wrong, he's already feeling woozy. " shit man, where's your bathroom ? "

[rolling-orb-bot]

♨︎♕❉▲; i've been in and out of the RPC a lot on various accounts and everytime i return to sonictown, uk you're always here & always very pleasant to talk to ooc and interact with ic across all accounts :)

Lend me an opinion ~ accepting

♨︎ you seem really chill and I can’t wait to start writing with you!

♕ I’m impressed with your writing!

❉  I’ve followed you for a long time

▲ I’ve heard good things about you

// Mwahahaha, I am but a bunch of old bones on this site! I will never leave, 'tis my destiny, my friend!

// Honestly, though, I am super glad to just be here. Even if I don't interact with people much lately, it gives me pleasure to be one small thing that stays unchanged in the rpc. Just hanging out, meeting all the new and old awesome people that happen to find themselves here.

// And I am always glad to see you in particular! You are awesome, keep doing you))

// Anyway, to the meme:

1) rping? ANYTIME ANYPLACE, literally just drop into my dms and we discuss

2) No, I'm impressed with your writing!

3) ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

4) Good

[iilahalzili]

     It’s a deep sound, a rumbling growl that echoes through the darkening streets. On the evening where the lines between the waking world and what lays beyond weaken, something terrible lurks. He himself had not expected it, a usual evening to scout out the territory turned to pain and a change in form.       Although, he does not hate the change. It is powerful, intimidating and just the right fit for a spooky night as such. The large tails swish behind it, glowing purple eyes taking in the surroundings as some areas are harder to see due to the light of lamps and string lights.       A huff escapes between blackened teeth, the large shadowy creature beginning to move between buildings. One night of this, might as well make the best of it.

[quccnscars]

@redheadarcher​ asked: i have a lot of regrets about that. @ edith

"I know a thing or two about regrets.” In all honesty, it’s all she knows about anything. Her whole life was nothing more than regrets shoved underneath a rug as she tried to ignore them. The woman looked towards her granddaughter - something she had never thought she’d have with the way her and Harold had been with the boys - and felt a small stirring in her chest. Regrets were not something she wanted Scarlett to have; to sit with them and ruminate on them late at night. Giving a small, albeit forced, smile, she continued, “Just don’t let them overtake your life, okay, because once you do, it’s hard to get out from underneath them.”

[nakamanokizuna]

"So s'just a spirit tryin' to keep another one alive...?"

"That sounds troublesome... But still kind."

"Do you think Santa is just a spirit who haunts people just because he still wants to keep the Christmas spirit alive ?"