#behind the mask ;; ooc

[bxhindxthexmxsk]

*-huffs my p5 ships-*))

[leifyposting]

Rosaria is not usually this transparent.

She isn’t Barbara, who wears her heart on her sleeve, or Jean, who does not count lying among her many talents. She isn’t even Kaeya, whose intricate masks and careful dissembling only hold up as long as the wind doesn’t blow too hard.

Rosaria is impassive, unreadable, barely even there. She’s spent enough years learning how to let people’s eyes slide right off her. It turns out that you can wear fishnets and claw rings and people will still let themselves ignore you if you give them the right excuse.

But she has been drinking, tonight — not quite to the edge of tipsy, but close, right on the line where the lights are warmer and the wine is sweeter and the chatter of the bar patrons tips from grating to almost melodic.

And so maybe she lets her eyes linger, just a little, on the broad back and flaming hair of tonight’s bartender. 

No one would blame her if they caught the way her gaze flits over to him and away, one stolen glance every couple of minutes. Diluc cuts a dashing figure in his bartender’s uniform: all straight lines and stark contrasts, his red hair bright against the white of his vest. He carries himself with a quiet composure born of physical power and a bank vault full of cash. Half the people in this tavern have been ogling him all evening; she’s still not sure if he’s truly oblivious or willfully blind. 

As she watches, he slides a drink over to the Traveler at the end of the bar, waving away the offer of payment. He wipes down the counter with a practiced hand before tossing the cloth over his shoulder once more. Then he turns back, and Rosaria doesn’t look away quite quick enough to stop their gazes from catching and holding. 

Diluc’s gaze burns like the embers of a campfire, low and controlled, but with the promise of destruction unleashed. For a long second, he watches her watching him. 

Then he smiles. 

It’s a different smile from the confident one he gives her in the middle of the night when they’re on a manhunt, or the rueful shouldn’t-have-let-my-guard-down grin he sports when he’s taken an injury he should have been able to dodge. 

This smile is small, meant just for her: the corner of his mouth quirks up, boyish and almost shy, and for a moment Rosaria catches a glimpse of the young man who’d brought Mondstadt to its knees. 

He’s so godsdamned pretty it makes her throat tight. Despite her better judgement, Rosaria finds herself smiling back. 

She suppresses her smile as soon as she registers it — but Kaeya has always been too perceptive for his own good. 

“Playing with fire there, Rosaria,” he murmurs once Diluc turns away. He leans an elbow on the bar counter and fixes her with an unreadable smile. 

“What do you mean?” she asks evenly, taking a swig of her wine.

Kaeya looks unimpressed by her attempt at deflection. “Falling in love with him is a bad idea.”

“I’m not in love with him,” Rosaria says. She realizes too late that this too is a confession. She ought to have asked who he meant; she’s shown her hand too early.

“Sure,” Kaeya says, serious for once. “But you’re getting there.”

“Am not.”

He shakes his head at her. “I wouldn’t get too close, if I were you. He burns everything he touches.”

Kaeya was her first real friend in Mondstadt. She knows what Diluc did — in broad strokes, if not in detail. It definitely makes her a bad friend that she likes him anyway. 

Kaeya’s lone visible eye tracks Diluc’s movement as he weaves his way through the bar, clearing tables. “The thing is, he doesn’t mean to,” he says, his voice low and almost affectionate. “He tries so hard, you know? He’d try, if you asked him to.”

“I’m not asking him shit. There’s nothing going on between us.”

“He just always ends up destroying things anyways,” he continues as if she hadn’t spoken, his fingers tracing lines of frost on the condensation of his glass, his eye still fixed on the back of Diluc’s head. “It tears him apart, but good intentions don’t restore what’s been broken.”

He looks back at her. For a moment she thinks she sees wildfire flames licking at the deep blue of his visible eye, before they resolve into the gentle glow of the lamps that light the Angel’s Share. “I know you’re not going to listen to me,” he says, and smiles mirthlessly. “You can make your own decisions, of course. But be careful, alright? I’d hate to see you hurt in the course of protecting Mondstadt.”

It’s the wrong thing to say. Rosaria knows it as soon as it leaves his lips. 

Because no matter how bad Diluc is, Rosaria is worse. Kaeya has forgotten that frost burns too. 

Diluc is a fine, upstanding citizen, the uncrowned king of Mondstadt. Rosaria is a scrappy orphan at the mercy of the Church. Diluc has a bent for justice and a mission to take care of the weak. Rosaria only knows revenge.

Kaeya forgets — or ignores, because he is a good friend, and he cares for her in his own way — that Rosaria deserves nothing but destruction and pain. Everything she has received from Mondstadt has been at the cost of its citizens. She owes a debt she can never repay; if she takes some injury in the course of protecting this country, it will simply be what she deserves. 

She lays a hand on Kaeya’s arm and watches him jolt. “Getting burned is part of the job.”

“Of protecting Mondstadt?” He sounds skeptical. “The nation has never asked that of you.”

She raises an eyebrow at him. “Someone’s gotta do it. Don’t act like you haven’t sacrificed for Mondstadt too.”

“Oh, I won’t pretend I haven’t,” he says lightly. “But I’m a hedonist, you know — I’ll always pick pleasure over pain.”

She laughs, opting not to call him on this obvious lie. “I guess that makes me a masochist, because I don’t care if I get hurt.” 

“I care,” he mutters, then sighs. “Look, you’re a grown-up. If you want to flirt with the sun, I won’t stop you. I just reserve the right to say ‘I told you so’ when your wax wings go up in smoke.”

“I’ll be careful,” Rosaria promises. 

(Across the tavern, Diluc laughs at something Venti says, low and rolling and resonant. The eyes of half of Mondstadt follow the sound, and Rosaria has never been one to go with the crowd, but in this and this only—)

Kaeya rolls his eyes, shrugging her hand off his arm. “No, you won’t.”

“No,” she agrees, and grins. “I won’t.”

[ghostiewithagun]

I’m here primarily to laugh at the bat-clan, don’t expect much else

Tags: #ghostie with a gun (main tag) #man behind the mask (ooc shit)

Ooc: corresponding askblog with @bury-shelly (civilian Jason), @bigr1chardenergy (Nightwing), @ignore-the-typ0s (Red Hood’s assistant, Jasper)

[jaakunxkaze]

{God I missed writing here on my son and his chaotic crew, but now that I'm taking a break from games in general. Here's a starter call! If you are multi-muse please specify and if there is a certain ninja you want of mine also say who. So like if you want and I can see what I can do.}

[maskednihilism]

ooc. Now, one week from today, Oct 9th, I'll be on vacation. I'll be visiting @grandma-susan as I usually do every year or so since covid dhdhhd

So I won't be online as much, except maybe discord. I'll try to write beforehand before I go. I'll be gone for a week and return on Oct. 14

Behave yourselves and don't do anything I wouldn't do!

[glacialswordsman]

while working on halovian yaya's hsr outfit redesign, i made minor changes to the og and i prefer it much more! i toned down the gold into something brassy, and i think it meshes a lot better compared to the striking yellow that seemed to have clashed previously.

[iimexpensiive]

I think my favorite joke in ALL of New Gods; Nezha Reborn is that Sun Wukong made it so fucking obvious that he was the Monkey King and yet everyone thought he couldn't be.

[blackrosesmatron]

||

I was talking to @shimmerbeasts this morning and I got curious

Which other league/arcane character do you think I could portrait well? Like truly do the character justice?

[grimulf-of-the-wilderness]

Character HeadCanon Generator

[ FIND IT HERE ]

TADAAAA here Grims results with deets:

Grimulf uses two-in-one shampoo and conditioner.

❌ No stinky, lazy hilichurl here. His humanity is still semi-intact therefore he realises the importance of hygiene. Keeping diseases, ailments and certain health conditions away. From a social standpoint, if he's trekking into town to do trades, no one's going to want to, if they can smell him a mile away, so there is a social need to be clean. He is particularly meticulous when it comes to the 'do'. HIs wild hair and mane are maintained. He uses a pine tar soap, shampoo and conditioner. Grimulf smells like a campfire. Pine accepted a light burning wood scent, a pleasant earthy aroma.

Grimulf can hug you if deserved.

✅He is super affectionate and harbors empathy for many beings. If your muse is having a bad day, needs a cuddle or a dash of comfort, he is your first hilichurlian responder. Grimulf is highly affectionate towards beings he cares about. He is very nurturing, in a fatherly way however most would pass on a hug from a hilichurl in Teyvat.

If Grimulf likes someone, they will give them a pretty rock.

✅Accurate. He enjoys lurking in Teyvats caves, tunnels and hidden realms that most have forgotten about. As for rocks, he's got a magpie eye. Anything shiny catches his eye, a color or even curious shape will trip his curiosity. Could be worthless to many but amuses him so. He can be a bit of a hoarder, but it's organised collecting to him. And if he LIKES someone, it's not just rocks. Tokens of affection are shared generously by this hilichurl, just ask that beautifully handsome one who got a rose a while back. Heh.

Grimulf needs a nightlight to sleep.

❌ He prefers the night. Content to move about within the shadows when ever reconnaissance is needed. It's easier to sneak into a town at night and dark alleyways become the hub for quick and easy trades. He favors the night, there is no fear there. He is borderline nocturnal, prefering to nap during the day and tends to be more active late afternoon, evening.

Grimulf wears Hello Kitty socks.

✅ He would IF it made your muse laugh. If your muse made them or bought them for him, he'd sport them but they better be toeless because he has claws. He actually wears a type of leather leg warmer/ shin guard armor on the daily but like on a day off, lounging around being lazy. Yeah, he would just to see you smile and or crack up.

I hereby Solemnly Tag: @amireallythelast @pleasenosmashme @rcseadorned @glacialswordsman {For Capi} @vahrutasgrace

AND Anyone who'd like to do this!

[thecopynin-kakashi]

First off, forgive me. My break become a silent hiatus as I tackled a variety of issues happening in my life--all of which are settling well, as it mostly requires me being at peace with things I can't control.

Now I ask for further forgiveness as returning to a full inbox and a number of drafts makes it difficult for me to refind my footing. I will be dumping all threads that are awaiting my response and I will be clearing my inbox. I need to start fresh. It's not you, it's me.

Any partners I have written with, especially those that have a designated verse with me, are obviously welcome to message me to start something fresh and we can talk about tying off any loose threads as well. I'm going to try to limit myself a little bit so I don't get overwhelmed, but I am back and I have missed you all!

IF you have a thread that you owe ME, feel free to drop it or reply to it--we can always start something new too!

[gotham-crusader]

PSA: HIATUS

From September 5th to September 17th, I'll be out of town without access to my computer and therefore, will be on hiatus across both this blog and maximummuses.

During that time, this blog will run entirely on queue, reblogging musings posts; aesthetics posts; and headcanons. I'll also be putting the few replies I owe into the queue, assuming I don't have them finished before then.

While I won't be writing during this time, I be lurking and sending the occasional meme/ask. In addition, I will still be reachable through DMs.

[bury-shelly]

Ask me stuff about media

Dont ask me stuff about the W*ynes

Irl name’s Jason and you don’t have to know more than that. ❤️

Tags: #burying shelly (general) #jayce doesn’t sing (musical stuff) #bury shelly’s book nook (literature stuff) #asks and answers (asks) #man behind the mask (ooc shit)

Ooc: Jason Todd askblog/rp blog where I let him be his absolute dorkiest self

Man drinks tea and kicks back with a classic novel, goddamn showtunes playing softly in the background

That’s my take on Jason XD

Warning for me making him OOC & probably liking a lot of fandoms he wouldn’t canonically be into

Corresponding Red Hood blog is @ghostiewithagun, Nightwing: @bigr1chardenergy, Jasper (Oc, works for Red Hood, doesn’t know he’s Jason): @ignore-the-typ0s

[your-pink-bitch]

This account is deeply offensive due to its reliance on stereotypes about gay people. By reducing individuals within the LGBTQ+ community to oversimplified caricatures, it perpetuates harmful misconceptions and reinforces discriminatory attitudes. Stereotyping gay people not only undermines their individuality and diversity but also contributes to broader social prejudices and inequalities. It is essential to confront and challenge such stereotypes, recognizing that they dehumanize and marginalize individuals based on their sexual orientation. Creating a more inclusive and understanding environment requires moving beyond stereotypes and embracing the richness and complexity of human identity. Because of this, we kindly ask you to delete your offensive blog. It is imperative to cultivate spaces that promote respect, dignity, and inclusivity for all individuals, regardless of sexual orientation or gender identity. By removing content that perpetuates harmful stereotypes, we can work towards fostering a more compassionate and understanding online community. Your cooperation in this matter is appreciated as we strive to create a safer and more welcoming environment for everyone.

//BREATHES IN. Alright. So. Mod here. Who is gay and hoping to be polyamorous in the future. Pink is not an offensive one note stereotype. And even if he was stereotype. I. As a gay polyamorous male should be allowed to play that character. But again. He is not. And as well as that I have never once encouraged any LGBTQIA+ hate. Just because pink is violent and is really attracted to men. Doesn't make him a stereotype. Being overly sexual. Doesn't make him a stereotype. Wearing feminine clothes and being pink doesn't make him a stereotype. And as someone who basically has entirely LGBTQIA+ friends. You are not speaking for this community. You are speaking for yourself. And you should take this to my messages instead of hiding behind an anonymous ask if you're going to tell me to delete this blog .

[bcron]

STARTER CALL. hit the heart for something small.

[jaakunxkaze]

{This is an inbox call! Like this if you want me to throw one of my muses into your asks, please say who though!}

[maskednihilism]

ooc. DOUBLE VEN LET'S FUCKING GOOOOOO

And of course Sampo and Ven have the same banner. The ship is canon