#auuteur

[sweetbitterbitten]

🖤 for my muse to reject your muse (twin and witchy)

he slithers, she slips away. a cackle, a crow, calling ollie-ollie-oxenfree and off with his head. "i'm no more real than y o u ." she reminds, judas kissing each cheek. "i have nothing r e a l to o f f e r ."

[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.

[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

[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.” 

[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   .  

[swordoaths]

@auuteur​ wrote:  “  loneliness is a slow and cruel poison.  ” (Legolas to thranduil)

    His steps were measured and of a speed that suggested time held no bearing upon the Elvenking. They were steps of enduring, despite loss. And though no physical imprint was left in their wake, a sense of mourning whispered in the winds each time his foot connected with the forest. Occasionally, the wind plucked a brown leaf from its branch. It floated in the air until finding its end upon the forest floor. One landed upon Thranduil’s shoulder, its rough surface the exact opposite of the silken robe that clothed him. It teetered there--- only for a moment--- as though it had some message for the Elvenking. Once the message was delivered, it slipped from its hold, succumbing to the earth as many leaves before it had done.

   How often was mourning associated with death when mourning was a sign of life--- of feeling--- of memory. Or so it was to him.

   With hands folded neatly behind his back, Thranduil kept his pace. Though his gaze was set forward, his head inclined slightly toward the presence of his son. If it had been some stranger who had spoken such words to him, Thranduil’s response may have been more harsh--- like the blow of a sword wielded to protect the lives of his kin. But it was no stranger. Nay, however many years that might have parted them, Legolas would always be his son.

  “And is it loneliness you see here.” It was neither a question nor a statement; it was merely a response given for contemplation. “A poison that has brought only suffering.”

     He remained quiet for a moment. There were many things he wished to tell him--- of the lives and the places his son had not known, or the leaves that had once been green in the early years of his life. But it was not his way. The memory of it all was buried within him and under the soil beneath their feet. The story had always been there, around them, for not all stories needed words.

   “To be lonely is to be entirely without. As such, it is a word that has no claim to me.”

[bigidiotenergytm]

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

@auuteur​

[corpatrem]

i do the one thing that you can’t. - @auuteur​

A slow smile starts to appear on his face as Harvey turns gently in his office chair from side to side. “Is that right?” He asks, eyes sparkling with levity as he relaxes into his chair. “And what’s that, Scottie -- lose?” Smiles wider, tease evident in his voice as he looks across the room over at her. 

           “You haven’t come all this way just to rag on me like that, have you?”

[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

[placeabo]

Home — poetic notions, drippings from the heart, something happy, something sad, so the simplest answer was  — England, and the wizarding world within it, was his home. Cloaks, wands, buildings, business signs informed Theo that he was home, yet he nearly felt like a wizard surrounded by muggles. The business were past, present, future, and cobblestone roads knew the stride of his feet. Theo could have walked through busy areas and back alleys with eyes void of vision, but hands noticed the subtle difference in thousand year old buildings as they moved across surfaces with something of sentimental value. 

It was pure scientific curiosity, and, perhaps, he questioned if what was transpiring was reality or dream. The witches and wizards of the time noticed the anomaly. Muggle-like befuddlement drew more gaze than Theo desired, and his clothing must have looked queer, too. They must have thought him old-fashioned when, in reality, he was new-fashioned. It had worked. It had worked! Now what? The sick, twisted notion of prying into Nott family affairs crossed his mind. It was ugly. Compelling. Not the agenda of his travels. Tiresome and heavy hours spent learning the pureblood families was childhood. If he looked back at the pureblood brainwashing, the memory was warped, sullen, almost void of all color. 

He remembered though; the studious Nott boy he was. Theo remembered the Malfoys, the Notts, and the Lestranges. A muddy, black-and-white memory of dead families come to full life, vivid before his eyes Theo was stunned. The name Letta Lestrange caught his immediate attention, and perhaps for the sake of his sanity and and making sense of his era, he sought her out. No real end goal was at hand. His typical composed self crumbled with fumbling lips. It took her words and several seconds more for something of worth to formulate on the tip of tongue. 

❝  I’m sorry. Do you have the time, and. . the year, by chance?   ❞    

▸ 𝑾𝑯𝑨𝑻 𝑺𝑷𝑬𝑳𝑳𝑺 𝑾𝑬𝑨𝑽𝑬 .  .  .  . .    ❛ Well, speak - I can’t  read  your  mind. ❜     𝙁𝙍𝙊𝙈    @auuteur​​

[atimebombarcarchive]

more for your other blog but any watchmen muse / brock rumlow / the old jurassic park characters like alan grant, ian malcolm who was a character that was almost written out.

multi - muse game     :     suggest up to three muses for the mun to add to their blog.

-To be honest, I don’t know anything about Watchmen really. I never saw the film, read the graphic novel, or watched the show.  -Brock Rumlow was a seriously under-utilized villain and I don’t know what it is about Frank Grillo, but I’m like 99% gay but he is also 100% good looking. I also think that a lot of people have it in their rules that they don’t write with current and/or former HYDRA characters (which is like super legitimate), so I doubt I’d see a lot of interaction if I added him. I just wish the MCU films had done more with him, and I feel like if they had started the shows more during phase 3 before CW, they would have done something with him. Definitely was a wasted opportunity with a good actor IMO.  -I love Sam Neill and Alan Grant so much. I’d 100% consider it if I ever take my other blog off of hiatus. Probably not Ian because I just see a lot of people writing him because he’s a popular character and Alan really isn’t. I haven’t seen the newer films (I saw the first JW) so I didn’t see the one with all of them back in it.

[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

[ascnsion]

▋ 𝑭𝑹𝑶𝑴 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑷𝑨𝑮𝑬𝑺 𝑶𝑭 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝒀𝑬𝑳𝑳𝑶𝑾 𝑩𝑶𝑶𝑲 .  .  .  .  .   💊  //  mina sedates dorian.   𝙁𝙍𝙊𝙈    @auuteur​​​​​​ .  .  .   ┖ intimidation and violent rp prompts┒    

        ▕▎    Letting one’s guard down? A familiarity in speech and nothing more. Even when Dorian welcomed the aroma of blooming roses upon his twentieth day of birth, there was no guard to speak of to keep fortified . . for the world was sugar on his tongue, and vile creatures only resided in the novels and plays he found no liking with. He was the fictional evils turned real, and a guard was what kept him alive for centuries, for the sake of his damned soul and the even more damned portrait of his rotting self in all of Earth’s secrecy. It mattered little what walls of defenses were molded of, be it gold, steel, marble, carbon fiber  — nothing in the universe was beyond infiltration or destruction. 

Dorian’s own EGO would be his own undoing, as it nearly had been back in London when Sibyl’s brother attempted to uncover his secrets, even closer when he misaligned himself with the even more egotistical Moriarty, and currently . . . boasting of immortality in the presence of a vampire who knew him for the serpent he was. Decades later, and it was a mundane twentieth century wine Dorian had the displeasure of drinking. They didn’t make wines how they did centuries past, and there was only so much vintage wine in existence he could acquire; he would need to live another four hundred years to even appreciate the wine currently produced. 

Truthfully, Dorian expected Mina to emerge from his pasts with fangs and claws at the ready, instead her violence took another form, and he only realized it when it was far too late. The glass fell from his hand before he even realized precisely what occurred. Even afterwards, an expression of dumfounded curiosity glazed across his handsome features when blue hues moved from his own palm to the mess of ruby-red wine and shattered glass. He felt as though he was dreaming, which was entirely queer in itself considering he did not dream. Not anymore. 

Dorian’s mind detached from his body, and if it had not been for the present threat for a vampire, he, truthfully, would have loved the feeling of inebriation, of loss of senses, of . . anything else. After all these years, had she truly cracked a code into his physiology? It was admirable, really, even if in the throes of death, or whatever was waiting for him. It took a tremendous amount of willpower to draw a sleepy gaze to the scarlet haired woman’s face, and as a he loss muscle control, something akin to a smirk settled on his lips.        

❝  You crafty bitch.  ❞   Typically Dorian hated cursing —  it was so crude and cheap, but Mina certainly deserved it. A groan rumbled within his chest, and fingers twitched for the hidden blade within his cane. Darkness found him like the kiss of a long lost lover. Eyes shut and an overwhelming warmth swallowed his body, yet .  . he still did not dream. Truly fascinating.

[suresha]

( COMPLIMENT ) complimenting mine. (Christine @ Ian)

Seduction Starters

:｡･:*:･ﾟ’★,｡･:*:･ﾟ’☆  ||  @auuteur

“Ah...  you  really  think  so?”  Lips  curve  slowly  into  a  small  smile  while  his  hand  moves  to  meticulously  gather  strands  of  his  own  ‘salt & pepper’  look.  He  wasn’t  quite  sold  on  the  style  just  yet,  but  he  was  also  tired  of  hiding  the  natural  process  of  things.  Black  dye  wasn’t  going  to  stop  father  time  so  he  might  as  well  embrace  it.  Old  age  could  be  cool,  right?

“I  think...  I  think  it’s  going  to  take  some  getting  used  to,  but  alright.  I’m  feeling  it.”  He  takes  a  breath,  eyes  closing  as  he  slowly  exhales.  Everyone  at  the  café  was  used  to  his  antics,  but  little  did  they  know,  it  was  all  Ian.  Always  have  been.

“So... so  what  brings  you  back  into  town?  ---  And  listen:  contrary  to  what  you’ve  heard,  I’m  out  of  the  dino  business.  For  good.  I  don’t  ---  there’s  far  too  many  of  them  running  around  now,”  he  gestured,  clearly  perturbed  at  the  idea.  “It’s---It’s  no  good  for  my  zen.  Know  what  I  mean?”