#deadlyarccna

[sharp-teeth-and-archived]

( ooc ): Thinking of how Lilith and Jacob both had problems with their identity before meeting one another. Lilith being used as a tool for her shitty guildmaster; Jacob always being the "second best" and in the shadow of his sister, his use of recklessness and lack of stealth makes him even more of an outsider in the British Brotherhood. But when Lilith and Jacob met, their found out who they were throughout the violence of their assassin jobs and-

[thesoulofasurvivor]

@deadlyarccna sent:

❛     anything  can  be  turned  into  a  weapon.   ❜ ( from thea )

Hmm... She's never actually thought about that before. Her head tipped up and her eyes wandered off, staring at nothing in particular as she thought about what was just said. Fuck, she's right. Isn't she? Bailey looked at the woman, a lopsided smile upon her lips, then she glanced down.

❝ Maybe you're right... ❞ She lifts her gaze up from the stuffed bear she was holding in her arms. ❝ This one time, you're right. ❞ She teases and then shrugged her shoulders, ❝ But I would rather use my knife than a stick. ❞

[painofhumanity]

@deadlyarccna continued from here

Amelia filed the information away for later; she always loved learning more about not only what he did, but what he was. She considered the rest of his answer carefully before responding.

"Well that's silly." She squeezed his hand and scooched herself closer to him. "I was lonely before I met you. Always. Besides Ollie, and maybe my dad, no one's really ever seen or heard me. Or they just didn't want to. But you. . . You see me. All of me. And you listen to me. And. . . . you're still here."

Amelia sighed and let go of his hand, then slid it around his waist and put her head on his shoulder. "What I'm trying to say is that I already spent most of my life feeling lonely." Her arm tightened around him. "I don't wanna be lonely in death, too. But I've never felt lonely when I'm with you, so if I could just be with you forever, alive or dead? That's what I want."

[painofhumanity]

Maggie flinched when she was addressed, but thankfully pulled her pencil up off the paper rather than dragging it across the page and ruining the drawing. She looked up at the ghost she was drawing, glanced at the stranger beside her, then looked back down at her drawing. Her shoulders hunched a bit around herself and she ducked her head so her wavy hair fell between them. "I don't talk to any of 'em," she said quietly. "Don't need anyone lookin' at me like I'm crazy. . It's not like anyone else can see them."

The psychic's hand dropped down onto the page in shock when the realization dawned on her. She sat up straight and turned to look at the man with wide eyes and instantly knew he was something more than human. "You. . . You can see them, too. The-- The ghosts," Maggie breathed in shock. "You can see them, too."

His aura was pitch black, totally solid. It probably would've been menacing except for the gentle way it moved. Whatever he was, Maggie knew she didn't need to be afraid of this man. "What are you?" Her eyes got bigger at how blunt she sounded, even to herself. "I'm-- I'm sorry, that was rude. It's just. . . Your aura, it's-- it's different. Not just from mine, though. I've never seen anything like it. So, it. . .made me curious."

TRISTAM HAD SPENT A LOT OF HIS childhood in graveyards. Maybe more of it than he should have, because even now, at twenty-seven years old, he thought nothing of spending his evening in a graveyard. Ghost-watching.

To ghosts, necromancers like Tristam had something about their very presence that invited familiarity. It was like a comfortable warmth, an invisible aura that let the dead know they were in the presence of someone who, although not dead themself, could see and be seen by ghosts, touch and be touched. There was something about their presence that invited interaction from the undead, as long as the nearby undead were friendly and lonely enough to be longing for it. And so Tristam, an extrovert who had never quite fit in among the living as a child, had always felt comfortable in graveyards. When he was younger it had given him a chance to socialize, to learn, to be unapologetically Arcane without fearing consequences, and now that he was older it was simply a habit that he had never bothered to break.

This graveyard was an unfamiliar one, these ghosts still strangers. Tristam would probably only be staying in this city for a few nights, and when he didn't know what else to do in a new place—when he wasn't in the mood to drink at an unfamiliar bar and find a stranger to take him home—he tended to visit local graveyards. Like a necromancer's version of a sightseeing tour.

He had brought his own sketchbook and charcoal, a book, and his tablet in a small backpack. His plan had been to work, to find a spot where he could sit with his back pressed against the shaded side of a mausoleum, comfortable and hidden from the sun and prying eyes, to take in the company of the crows and the dead and let the familiarity relax him. But when he walked past the woman sitting by herself with her own sketchbook, drawing a familiar-looking figure, Tristam couldn't stop himself from doing a double-take. He realized instantly why the figure in her drawing looked familiar.

"Do they know you're drawing them, or is it a surprise?" Tristam asked before he could think to stop himself, an amused glint lighting his pale golden eyes.

[divxne-calcmity]

○ name: Jesse ○ pronouns: they/them ○ preference of communication: Tumblr IMs is fine! I like discord for RPing and chatting but wanna have a dynamic with my partner before I give it out. ○ name of muse(s): Crest and Maple are my mains ○ experience/how long (months/years?): I think I started when I was 10, so about since 2009? 13 years give or take ○ platforms you’ve used: I started on Deviantart ironically, then moved to tumblr and finally discord! ○ best experience: There are so many people I've gotten to known during my time RPing, a few honorable mentions have to be the Merida RPer who was my first real friend here on tumblr. For years we crafted a silly little muse family and wrote so much angst ;v;

Then there's two of my longest known partners, one of them is no longer on tumblr but we talk and have a long term ship with my boi Oro <3

Then of course I cannot talk about best experiences without mentioning @deadlyarccna, Dare has been an amazing friend to me since we've met. I feel bad that he isn't feeling the best about his writing, cause every response I get from him is fukin STUNNING???

They make me feel like what I do here with my silly OCs is worth it, and he's always been a rock for me to hold onto in rough times. I love our ships together, and talking to Dare is always an amazingly fun time!!

○ rp pet peeves / dealbreakers: When I get all excited to write together with someone new and all I get is "ok" or "idk." Immediate killjoy, I will not continue talking to people who do this. Too much wasted energy, I'm sorry but if you're not feeling it please just outright tell me. I will not get mad if you are honest, but doing the above just makes me feel like crap. ○ fluff, angst, or smut: All of the above, angst is my favorite though. I could write angst all week long ok?? ○ plots or memes: Both, I love winging it AND/OR plotting. Just interaction like I don't mind where it comes from originally! ○ long or short replies: Either or, usually I like at least two paragraphs unless we are discord RPing ○ best time to write: Anytime I'm at my computer for Tumblr, literally all the time on Discord. ○ are you like your muse(s): A lot of my muses are either trans or have religious trauma, while I wouldn't say I have religious trauma per say -- I have definitely had religion used against me. Oh and I'm trans, there's that too XD

[wclking-fire]

✿ @deadlyarccna asked: Thea normally doesn’t take kindly to being stared at, but it’s fairly obvious that this time the culprit only has eyes for the bag of donuts she’s carrying in her arms. The look in his eyes reminds her a little bit of a begging dog trying his best to be polite. She lets him glance her way twice before deciding to relent, turning towards him and flashing a slightly crooked smile. “You know if you really want one that badly, you can just ask,” she teases, then holds out the bag towards him. “Here, take two. I bought too many anyways.” ✿

✿ 𝗎𝗇𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌𝗄 // [𝖠𝖫𝖶𝖠𝖸𝖲 𝖠𝖢𝖢𝖤𝖯𝖳𝖨��𝖦] ✿

Vash knew that smell. It stopped him in his tracks. The sweetness. He could taste it. The sugary goodness... The independent tilted his nose up to the air with a big smile as he began to pick up his pace. Adding a little skip into his walk. When was the last time he had donuts? Too long. Maybe I will be able to get my hands on some soon. Vash began to sing along to a tune that was in the back of his head.

"Yummy yummy donuts. Where are you~? I am coming for you yummy yummy donuts... All for me... Great for a treat..."

He gave an audible hum and paused to look around his surroundings. They had to be around here soooomewhere- AHA! There they are!

He saw the donuts. "Damn-"

They are attached to a person. His smile suddenly dropped at the sight. Why couldn't they just be sitting there all alone? Vash made his way a little closer to this person. Trying to be as inconspicuous as possible. Leaning casually against a wall with his hands in his pockets, whistling a tune. That is inconspicuous enough. Sure. Although he was trying to blend into the area, the independent could not seem to take his eyes off the pack of donuts. That entirely defeated the purpose of this mission. Super secret donut mission. A chuckle escaped him at that thought, his mouth already salivating at the sight of them. Vash exhaled and adjusted his jacket, trying to keep himself together.

This is fine. Gotta be cool and cordial. Happy, positive thoughts...

"Just walk up and say can I please buy a donut. Please- No." He changed his position to the space opposite him as though he was conversing two people at the same time. "Hm. Hello may I- GAHH~!"

He jumped at the sound of a voice. Turning around to see the donuts and the person they were attached to. A blush spread across his face, a tender rose tint blooming in both cheeks. Vash laughed nervously and scratched the back of his head.

"... Kinda appeared out of nowhere there friend..." His words were directed to her, but his eyes were on the bag of donuts. They did smell fresh- When was the last time I had one? Without a second thought he simply waved 'hello' and spoke again.

"I'm Vash. Nice to me you, donu- UUH! PERSON! PERSON... Donut person. You have donuts. Are those fresh donuts? They smell like fresh donuts- Wait. I can have one? Me? Have a donut?" He pouted and looked at the bag that was now stretched out in front of him.

"I mean... I don't have any money to pay for these. Maybe I can just have a bite of one?" He seemed to be joking, but at this point he was pretty sure he wasn't. "But if I have a little nibble. Then that would be rude to the next person who gets it. Ya know? Who wants a nibbled donut in these times. Ya want a full un-nibbled donut... "

[archivedhellahell]

@deadlyarccna​ liked for a short starter with Raven Shadows.

“Are you a demon? I feel a familiar energy coming from you. But at the same time it's different from the demonic energies I'm used to.”

Raven looks curious at the other being in front of him. Although he doesn't care much about the lives of others around him. Certain things sometimes end up catching Raven's attention. Curiosity was her weakness and her curse.

[thesoulofasurvivor]

@deadlyarccna sent:

“Are you hurt anywhere?” ( from thea )

She wasn't in any pain, but still, when Thea asked the question she gave herself a once-over to check for anything. Nope... Still good, just some new blood stains. There were a number of them but they stood no chance, she's been in worse predicaments than having to deal with a small group of runners.

❝ Nope, ❞ She answered with a smile, wiping her hands together and then momentarily placing both hands to her hips. ❝ I'm okay. ❞ She shrugged and dropped both arms. ❝ Are you okay? ❞

[painofhumanity]

@deadlyarccna continued from here

Amelia grinned up at her ceiling at the way he answered the phone. There had certainly been plenty of times that they called each other in the middle of the night to either talk through something, or let the other know that they'd finally figured something out. This time, though, it was purely for her own curiosity.

"Just a hypothetical, Tris," she answered softly, still smiling. "I would already be over at your house to show you my cool new superpowers if I was a vampire."

Tristam's follow up made her unexpectedly emotional. How had she gotten so lucky to find someone who loved her the way Tristam did? "Yeah?" she asked quietly. "You. . . You mean that?" Not that she doubted him, but. . . His love still surprised her some of the time. A lot of the time.

[shxrp-teeth-after-dark]

deadlyarccna asked : 8. [pin arms] - Your muse pins mine’s arms to restrain them for whatever reason. Tension ensues. (for lilith and jacob because i just had to, you can decide how/why)

Some sexual tension / attraction prompts. / @deadlyarccna​​ -- accepting

      𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧’𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐋𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐡’𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬. He could feel her soft lips under his, the way her hair blanketed his hand and he pressed more into the kiss. He was about to let loose a groan and sink deeper into her body when his back met a soft cushion. He blinked his eyes and was rendered silent, instead of feeling his lips on Lilith’s, he felt a hand curled around his wrist anchoring him to the couch under him.

       ❝ Lilith? ❞ an uncommon confused laces in his voice as his eyes land on hers, seeing the hungry gaze staring right at him. Not because he didn’t trust her, but rather as a test of interest, he turned his wrists in her grip and attempted to see if he could weasel them free. When Lilith’s grip not only didn’t leave, but tightened as well, he felt the flood of passion run through his body as she straddled his hips. A smirk eased on his lips in his arousal.

       ❝ I’d say you have me at your mercy, ❞ he whispered into the tension-filled silence. ❝ What plans do you have for me, hm? ❞

[painofhumanity]

@deadlyarccna

Honey, stop telling me I’m cute. I’m a creature of the night. I’m suppose to scare civilians.

[altsmultimuse]

@deadlyarccna​ liked for a starter from Dandelion. ( for Marian or Ethan! )

     "I am a bard and nothing more—— which I would argue is a highly respectable title not demanding of 'more.' I am no tattletale, spy, or other ABSURD idea what sprouted in your head." The last time someone wanted information from him, it was a NIGHTMARE that still makes him shiver to this day. He hopes to avoid that at all costs.      "I play music, I sing, and I tell stories. That's all," he insists.

[tetigitpermortem]

@deadlyarccna​ gets a starter from one exasperated book store owner

“I’m sorry, I must’ve misunderstood you, because it sounds as if you’re saying that you converse with the dead. As in, not just you talking at them, but them, speaking back at you. The two of you having a conversation with one another. . . Surely I’m wrong.” For the love of God, and his own sanity, please let him be wrong.

[divxne-calcmity]

@deadlyarccna requested a starter from Crest

A loud crunch sounded as the beast trudged through the snow-covered dirt, in his maw was clutched a deer.

An offering...

Before he entered his cavern, he announced his approach with a growl. As to not startle the man within when he came in. "Come, you must hunger." He chuffed softly, placing the deer down next to the makeshift firepit before looking back up to the man who was still but a stranger to him.

"What ails you? Are you troubled by your sacrifice?" He asked, his voice softening as he laid down on his belly to allow his tired bones time for rest. He knew about Tristam being sacrificed to him in an attempt to get the beast to leave the village alone, but the whole story was still lost to him.

"It is quite strange. Be it not custom anymore to send a maiden? Of course, you will hear not one complaint from me. Company is company. Though... most believe sacrifice means death." It'd been so long since Crest had talked to anyone besides his crystals. So being a little socially inept was almost to be expected.

[painofhumanity]

@deadlyarccna

[rippcr]

Closed starter for @deadlyarccna 's Lilith.

     The office was his palace. Nothing happened within that Dr. Lecter doesn't know about. It would seem that this applied to his patients as well, for as the young woman spoke, he propped his elbow on the arm of his chair and tapped his jaw thoughtfully. He barely blinked or focused on anything other than her. It seemed, as he stared into her eyes, that he was trying to piece her together like a puzzle. Or in this case, tear the puzzle apart.

     "You should know this is a private office, miss Lilith. Everything you share stays within these walls. There is always some level of discomfort when sharing the deepest parts of ourselves. And I believe there is something you aren't sharing." Another therapist would perhaps allow the conversation to happen naturally, through careful guidance and nurturing. Lecter, on the other hand, was far more interested in the DARKNESS he had an inkling she was trying to hide.