#auuteur

[sweetbitterbitten]

🎬 my dear, you have beautiful writing and more importantly, a thinking brain. Idk what kind of shows or movies you watch but you’d be able to write so many characters

[rejectory]

where's my 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9

WHY are you so impatient. what's the rush

1. What have you learned about people in the recent years of your life?

codependency is their happy place

2. What got you started in your current job and how does it compare to your first job?

just kicking dirt tryna figure out something i’d milk some enjoyment out of doing, which came to be sth i’d once sworn i’d never do el oh el. first job was boring corporate cog in the machine brain-killing bullshit, godspeed to those days being over

10. What does your everyday, average day look like?

talking to ppl, maybe 6-7 of them, usu 1-on-1, + anyone else who meanders into my orbit. good for me, an extroverted freak

27. Who was the last person who gave you something and what was it?

perspective. also a few clients have given me holiday gifts

30. When you go for a meal with friends, who pays? How do you split the bill?

we take turns or each person tends to their own, depends on the occasion. i hate stinginess sorry like i’m physically allergic to it gtfo

47. Where did you go last week?

should i just turn on my location. admit that’s what you want. i can’t remember, a party

52. How would your friends and/or family describe you? How different are you really to what they’d describe you with?

i’ve gotten aggressive, stubborn, curious, non-judgmental, and other variously interesting positive or negative things, also loyal, which is the most important. i like being social and want everyone to be comfortable, but if i catch you being dishonest, i’ll flame you even in group settings for free and yes so if that’s their perception, it’s gotta be correct

58. How important is writing to you?

as important as any other hobby. if i couldn’t do it, whatever. but if i could do none of them, that’d be a problem. proper tools for self-expression are vital for me long-term tho

[muutosarchive]

Is there any fandom you regret exploring? What’s something you find weird on here?What are things that you don’t wish to see on here? What new addition would make your Tumblr experience so much better?

q. Is there any fandom you regret exploring?

a. that i regret exploring? no. i curate my own space - actually fuck it, stranger things. i never should have watched one second of that show, lowest of keys. it was all worth it for jon byers my son, other than that the rest of it is pretty lame and overdone. also the characters to me are generally unlikeable. not to mention the fandom is insane. it attracts teen simps & shitty behaviour. it's like, the experience was not worth the quality of the show.

q. what’s something you find weird on here?

a. where do you wanna start. idk, honestly i stopped sharing my opinion on stuff (on tumblr) a long time ago. the biggest thing is not reblogging promos & expecting people to reblog yours. also, following someone you're not going to engage with.

q. What are things that you don’t wish to see on here?

a. if i don't like it i don't have to look.

q. What new addition would make your Tumblr experience so much better?

a. draft organization? mmm, notifications for unfollows.

@auuteur / / questions for the mun

[vegaprose]

if this is going to work, you’re going to have to trust me. (jim gordon @ bruce)

[ @auuteur ]

BRUCE   doesn't   take   issue   with   this   at   all   ,   although   he   should   perhaps   be   a   little   more   cautious   in   terms   of   who   he   allows   himself   to   trust   ,   after   recent   events   .   It   would   benefit   the   entire   city   itself   if   he   took   a   few   baby   steps   from   now   on   —   especially   given   the   multitude   of   copycats   that   had   been   plaguing   Gotham   these   last   few   months   ,   with   no   end   in   sight   ,   making   him   quite   a   spectacle   in   his   other   suit   .   Very   few   knew   who   he   was   when   he   was   not   the   infamous   billionaire   ,   but   he   had   given   Gordon   many   a   hint   in   the   weeks   leading   up   to   this   conversation   ,   so   there's   no   doubt   in   his   mind   that   the   fact   is   now   acknowledged   by   the   Police   Commissioner   .   He   is   grateful   for   that   ,   as   he   is   grateful   for   the   faith   they   are   able   to   play   in   one   another   .   ❝   You're   one   of   very   few   men   I   can   trust   ,   Gordon   ,   ❞   his   eyes   smile   some   moments   before   his   expression   shifts   into   a   full   one   ,   because   the   sense   of   loss   and   chaos   hangs   over   their   heads   still   .  

[bigidiotenergy]

“I’m not... ready... to give up this fight.” Strained, as if trying to convince himself more than the other person.

@auuteur​

[ingolds]

@auuteur, continued from here.

     they wouldn't call her a thief, if ever prompted - a woman of opportunity, perhaps, or intelligence. she has sticky fingers, but who doesn't in this city? snatching a ring here or a hundred dollar bill there is no great loss for the people that have them, and there are far worse crimes she could be committing. she could have lifted something from him, to start.

     his pockets, in comparison, are frightfully empty besides the necessities: identification, keys, maybe some loose cash for an emergency that cost as much as a latte. they travel light, an unknown in gotham, happy to remain a mystery on the radar. no chance to be spoken on by the politicians that got in their heads that the papers were the problem and the papers that insisted it was the community leaders that were the issue.

     the fountain pen nearly burns a hole in the fabric of their trousers. words unspoken, a story waiting to be written - but not on her.

     she's got him there. his mouth twitches, almost a smile but not quite. “ on second thought, no. i'm happy to find you here instead of in my own home. ” her fingers smooth over his lapel, righting where its been tugged slightly out of place, and he tilts his head. “ you still haven't answered me, though. what are you doing here? ”

[riddlethat]

@auuteur asked: ' You can still make the most out of what you have. Under the circumstances. '  (gordon) more random dialogue prompts (accepting)    

Edward is more familiar with this than he cares to admit. The interrogation room buzzes with cheap incandescent lights, his skin pale and pallid underneath it, the look on his face marred from Batman. His lip is split. His cheek is scraped. He still has that put-on look. Smug. His smile reaches his eyes.

"Neither poured nor swallowed; there’s no cup I can fill. But put under pressure," he plays, holding out his finger, "might I just spill?"

Edward laughs, the answer a rat, informant, squealer, whatever. Everything is a game to him. He'd lace his fingers behind his head if he could, but the cuffs bind him, and he splays them tented over the table instead.  

"Commissioner,” he starts, pulling the word taffy-long and noxious and sweet. “Do you need my help?" Edward smiles. "I wonder where Batman could be. Is he lost? Couldn’t solve my riddle?” A sparkle, and he leans back. “It was bound to happen sooner or later.”

And that’s why Gordon’s here, isn’t it? Batman, stumped. The GCPD, stumped. Batman couldn’t figure it out, couldn’t help Gordon, and that’s why the commissioner is here now at two in the morning, everyone sleep-addled and frustrated, the hostages still missing, strapped to bombs. Edward cants his head as if there were music playing. There isn’t.

“Tik tok, commissioner,” the Riddler says. His smile stays. “They might just go out with a bang.”

[lostsouldier]

@auuteur​   :   they won’t let you leave . (Ward Abbott)

Trapped, is he ? It doesn’t feel that way, but maybe it hasn’t sunk in just yet. He’s bound now, by the conditions of his pardon. He can’t tackle this the old fashioned way --- the way he knows best. He’s to behave. Uphold the conditions of something that was supposed to save him from a situation like this. The CIA is notorious for doing whatever they want, aren’t they ? Bucky doesn’t expect his citizenship status to win him any favours if they really want him to stay. 

‘ Who’s they ? ’ They. Not ‘ we ’ . Who’s this guy supposed to be ? A friend ?

[itismissswann]

* i would kill for a nice glass of wine right now. (barbossa)

❝Ow, ❞ she sputtered, not able to hold her tongue as she and the sailors struggled to get the sails down and tie them off. ❝I hardly believe  wine  is going to get us out of this mess, captain Barbossa❞  She continued, jaw turned harsh as it clenched,  burning amber of her gaze locking with the blue of a mountain lake. 

The clouds were the kind of grey that would make any quarry rock proud, as if they were so pleased to echo the earth. The wind angry and the waves restless. The rain swept into their faces, soaking their garments, making it more heavy to move. Hard snaps and whirling whips of the breaking lines being accentuated by the pelting rain and wind. Ships had been send to the bottom of the ocean for less. 

[sweetbitterbitten]

3, 16, 47

3. What’s your story? Give a paragraph statement (or two) about yourself and/or why you are roving the RP internet. i think i mostly was introduced to rp through a gateway online forum where members could interact or "chat" with vampires from the anne rice chronicles back in the early aughts. and for the most part i was on forums from anything to pirates of the caribbean to original victorian gothic to hellboy until 2012 when i slipped into tumblr. it truly was just...a pipeline. or....rafting on a river. writing just sweeps one where it wills. and i let it take me where it needs to. never know when a new trend might suit you specifically. 16. Do you find communication easy or difficult? Why? i think i communicate well in written word, spoken...perhaps not so much. the thoughts don't consolidate as fully and firmly when i must create them out of the air from my own lungs. but from thought to fingers and fingers to ink/print? it's just a more comfortable a medium. there's a freedom in giving the brain time to attempt an understanding versus needing to speak out immediately or else the moment passes.

47. Where did you go last week? fuckin' nowhere. literally just work and home. but i'll be a little more social this weekend and attend a small coworker prechristmas shindig, so hopefully that makes up for the lack of last week.

[rejectory]

@auuteur​: “do you know who i am?”

❛One of many.❜

And by arguable extension, no one in particular. He retains Antiope’s air—an undifficult task, encrusted in all that he is.

❛Tell me of your cause, and I’ll tell you if you stand out.❜

[muutosarchive]

𝑎𝑢𝑢𝑡𝑒𝑢𝑟 𝑎𝑠𝑘𝑒𝑑: 𝑏𝑟𝑢𝑐𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑎

SEND ME A SHIP AND I’LL TELL YOU…

Who’s the cuddler? bruce lmfao. he won't press. i feel like he takes what he gets, but he'd be inclined to.

Who makes the bed? selina. she'd quip that she's trying to make him feel at home. even though he's perfectly able to make the bed, but she'd do it forever to make a point.

Who wakes up first? bruce, i would think. selina seems a night owl, yet she won't miss an opportunity because she slept in.

Who has the weird taste in music? i think both have picked up some interesting tastes along the way.

Who is more protective? bruce

Who sings in the shower? selina - could be wrong but i'm going with it.

Who cries during movies? neither. both too hardened, they examine it.

Who spends the most while out shopping? lolol selina spends more of bruce's money.

Who kisses more roughly? selina

Who is more dominant? selina

My rating of the ship from 1-10. 11/10 with our interpretations.

@auuteur

[1nm2]

@trashcollected mun qns

What do you consider the biggest challenge in writing?

thanks for asking, i appreciate it.

prolly myself. i don't know how evident this was before i nuked auuteur, but english has never been my forte, and i don't have an education in literature. i had private reasons to keep on writing so that i would be quicker with my command of language. i guarantee they were not disgusting reasons. i got to the consistent point where i could do what i wanted to do like second nature.

cringe-rusty now.

what does your URL mean, and why did you choose it?

my expression; north korea runs out of food. brad pitt runs outta cash

how did you come across the roleplay community?

surfing tumblr one day, probably. i used to run a blog with over 20k followers including npr and iirc even some really fucking cool indie bands.

interesting story, that blog got threatened by a v bitchy copyright lawyer from texas, who mistakenly thought i'd pulled an original photo of hers without listing her as a source. tumblr wrongly removed it even though hard evidence was there for anyone with common sense to see that it wasn't true. she immediately accused me of having taken her photo because the day i posted (the blog runs on a 3 week queue), someone from canada downloaded her image.

i have never set foot in canada. but i've just recently heard from ppl who came back from niagara falls adventure. the... dream of a very hardworking person in their 50s that had just actualised.

so. anyway. she was threatening to sue.... the details are not worth the mention now but a couple of years later when i googled her, she'd done the same thing to someone else online.

what lesson did you take away from this?

what age range do you most enjoy playing?

all are fine. and btw, i would have written sprite from the eternals as a mature adult, in her child frame. yes. but yeknow, tumblr, too grey an area and in fact subjectively more black than white.

[vegaprose]

5 7 10

@auuteur | mun

Do your IRL friends/family know about your RPing?

Yep, they do. They don't really have too many thoughts about it to be honest 'cause I've always been writing something or other, so it's just kind of another outlet as far as they're concerned. There's not really any conversation about it.

What languages do you speak?

I vaguely know a handful, mostly for roleplaying purposes, but also because I've got family, friends and also had neighbours I picked up on quite a bit from. I'm not fluent in anything but English, but do know basic terms and phrases in Irish, Welsh and also Scottish. Rarely do I actually write Gaelic or Celtic for the muses I have of origins that speak those languages, however, but now and again I'll toss in the odd word or two if a thread requires it. I did the same with Welsh for a time because one of my treasured oc's is of Welsh descent, but the language he speaks is English ( but living in Wales, it was a given he would adopt a bit of the language thanks to his family and the location in which he resides. So, besides roleplaying, I don't really speak other languages.

What is your spirit animal?

A white tiger, discovered through meditation, dreams and repetitive direct contact. I love her very much and she appears to me seemingly in the midst of hardships much like a guardian angel would. I've known about her presence since 2017 but have yet to find out her name, but I'm sure one day soon she'll tell me.

[ingolds]

@auuteur. —  ❄️ watching an aurora.

     in their mind, theo has seen it all. they are more well traveled than most everyone, having seen italy’s coast, the mountains at the northernmost point of europe, where the land turned lush and green again to the southeast. there isn’t much out there for them to witness; what other mystery could the world hold that hasn’t already been discovered by their eyes, by their nose, by their paws hitting the earth?

     but an aurora - that’s new for them.

     the sky is a kaleidoscope between drifting clouds, stars glittering behind lavender and sea green. their gaze is wide and wondered, tiny pinpricks of light glowing in the black void of their pupils. theo could call himself enraptured, could call himself hypnotized. seeing the northern lights from this far south should be impossible, but they cannot argue the reality of this marvel in front of them, shimmering from one edge of the horizon to another.

     “ i didn’t know gotham was capable of such beauty, ” they muse, more to themselves than to their present company. one could almost think they didn’t know she’s there - but then his eyes cut sideways, landing on where the roof’s edge drapes her in shade. “ wasn't sure the city had the heart to show something like this. ”

winter aesthetic starters / accepting

[immortalmuses]

@auuteur​ sent:  I know your face well. [haldir @ legolas]

          Garbed as he is in such shining attire -- more akin to that of the Galadhrim court than a Mirkwood Elf -- Legolas seems washed clear of his usual golden, earthen tones. His hair gleams silver against a pale cheek, eyes like ice chips reflecting the half light. Haldir’s words tease a curling smile from the Prince’s lips, but he is is slow to lift his gaze. 

          “Are you so sure the face you recognize is mine?” He asks, only half a jest. “....I am told I look a great deal like my father, at times.”