#everfought

[firefcrged]

@everfought [ x ]

           THWIP.....SHHK. 

                      The wizard stumbled back, hands shakily                               reaching up to grab at the knife that now                                had embedded itself into his chest. Softly                                gasping in a mixture of shock in pain. This                                is what he got for stepping into help what                                seemed like someone in distress during a bandit raid. 

        He dared not stop now. His foolish rush                  into help had brought some of the rage                  of the attackers on himself. Retreat didn’t                  seem like a feasible option now. So his only                  option was to remove a hand from the blade,                  leaving it in so he wouldn’t bleed out during the                  fight, and fire off a round of magic missile at the                  bandits. Nodding when two fell thanks to the onslaught of magic.

[xclericus]

@everfought [ x ] 

“- And just wrap the.... Yeah just  like that.”  The cleric smiled as Vax tied the sling behind her head, her now bandaged arm propped up  by the cloth. “You’re a natural.” 

[andsheriises]

@everfought 

“Oh, aren’t you a TALL drink of  water.” Lup strolls over, sitting so close that she was practically  in the half elf’s lap. “You’re in luck darling I’m PARCHED.”

[gunsandcrows]

no one ever, ever hurt his sister and got away with it. he'd never let anything ever happen to her before, how could be be starting now? the trust was broken in an instant, betrayal stung like a fire burning in his chest. his body was in motion before he could even think about it, fist swinging as hard as he could.

How he could ever trick himself into believing it’d all be okay now that his mistake had been corrected was beyond him. Thinking otherwise had been a sad little invention, another creation born of his desperate will to keep what he had. A sad fear that had blinded him to the real truth before his eyes. The truth he didn’t want to see about himself.

Apologies were meaningless.

Words were meaningless. No amount of carefully chosen words could take back his mistake.

All the time he spent refining his self-control, his own discipline to never act blindly on emotion and make another terrible choice was for not. Because when it came down to it he still failed. And believing there would be no punishment? No repentance was foolish.

So when his friend’s fist connected with his cheek he thought to just accept that.

What had he honestly expected the half-elf’s reaction to be when he admitted fault for such a vital mistake as nearly killing Vex’ahlia. And not to mention the consequences yet unknown that would follow that shadowed figure they bore witness to. Did he honestly expect forgiveness? Foolish if so. Punishment, however… that was a serving he had much more experience in.

The human spun on his heels from the impact, barely catching himself from falling into the dirt. Vax’ildan sure didn’t pull his punch. The inside of his cheek was cut open now and he could taste the iron. The initial flash of emotion was a hot anger but that flame very quickly burnt out into ash. Percival felt his face contort and a deep exhale calm his nerves. All while hiding his face from the rogue. Which was cowardly, and he wasn’t a coward. He would not run away from this. Nor could he fight it. This was not a battle that could be solved with his demented inventions of murder. This was…something different. Something he couldn’t fix. Words would fail because words were just not enough.

What was done was irrevocable. The shift was immediate and sudden and this… this friendship he might have once believed they held had died in that room under the Raven Queen’s watchful eye.

Straightening his back, Percy turned to face Vax. Wordless. An unspoken conversation conveyed through body language. The gunslinger’s face was empty… accepting. His arms were slack and remained at his sides. It was clear he had no intention of retaliation. It was clear what was implied.

You can hit me again.

[a-born-legacy-blog]

 Cont. // @everfought

Oliver’s eyes watch the form, taking note of the way his Uncle’s arm swings and the moment his hands release the small blade sending it twirling through the air with a certain fluid grace that he thought only existed in the stories he was told.

The boy’s head turned to follow the arc all the way to the mark. Dead on. Not off at all. If this had been a real encounter the enemy would surely be dead. And then in the blink of an eye, the dagger was gone. Oliver’s eyes shone with amazement. He read the stories and they had mentions of such feats but it was a completely different thing to see it happen in front of your eyes.

“Whoa...” Was all he could make out as his Uncle handed the blade back to him. “That’s amazing.” And now it was his turn to be ‘amazing’. If his skill during his Mother’s archery lessons were anything to go on, however, it wouldn’t be so ‘amazing’.

Centering his body to the target he lifted his arm in the air, holding tight to the handle of the blade. Just as his Mother told him, ‘in any situation that called for distance eye the target and make sure you’re lined up to strike true’. At least, he hoped the same idea would apply to dagger tossing.

Taking in one deep breath and then exhaling it all away he threw his body forward swinging his arm and releasing the dagger— only for it to skew way off to the side completely missing the wooden enemy entirely and skidding across the dirt.

The disappointment and embarrassment were immediate.

[arrowbear]

vax, instantly running to his sister and tackling her into the biggest hug he's ever given anyone? yes

She makes a harsh OOF noise as her brother tackles her, unable to keep her balance and toppling over. Vax successfully knocking the wind out of his sister. “Gods I was only gone for 2 days Vax.” The younger puffed, taking a large breath before hugginghim back with a laugh. “I missed you too.”

[sapphireofthesea]

the rules: answer the questions given to you by the tagged, write 11 questions of your own and tag 11 people.

Tagged by @goblinflasked (technically. you tagged anyone reading it)

questions:

1. Whats the best ship youve ever rped? Dont think too hard about it. Just spit it out.  A: Spiderdance. It’s the ship name my brother and I gave to Edward x Brian, both from The Adventure Zone. We roleplay it a lot and I have never written a ship that happens so naturally before that one.

2. What is something you have in common with your muse?   A: We both have freckles! 

3. Whats something your muse has done you disagree with or think was stupid.   A: This one is hard. I guess I usually wouldn’t be so forthright with people I just met (telling Caleb he was stinky, etc.). And I hate to say it but I wouldn’t have tried so hard to save Kiri before we knew she wasn’t just a bird. 

4. Tell me about your favorite oc.   A: OKAY I’LL TRY TO KEEP THIS BRIEF. I could write paragraphs about Jade. But BASICALLY, Jade is one of the many characters I played from an expansive original universe I created years ago with two other online friends. Due to a divine mishap, she was born into the wrong family, and even after she discovered the family she was supposed to be born in she didn’t feel at home in either of them and got really angsty about it because there was a lot of drama. She was taken in by an evil goddess who brainwashed her into becoming her high priestess and helping her wage war on the other gods in order to destroy the divine hierarchy. Jade also dated the literal Devil during this time, who also abused her. She had a son with him, who she named Lucifer out of spite for him, and raised him in secret, hoping that he would one day kill his father and claim the throne of Hell. The goddess that had been manipulating her found some of her relatives that were more powerful than her, so she started relying on them instead and downgraded Jade to essentially a sex slave. Eventually the goddess was defeated and Jade was freed, but she was severely fucked up from the experience, and was still convinced that she was in love with the goddess. She became a recluse because she didn’t trust her families and they didn’t really trust her, and she never got a good redemption arc before my friendship with the other writers naturally dissolved, so it’s been my goal all these years to keep writing her so that she might finally get to live happily.

5. Okay same question but describe them really badly.   A: Edgy goth finds out she’s adopted, gets into witchcraft, names her child Lucifer, and hides in the attic for the rest of her life. 

6. What is the top concept/plot/idea on your rp wishlist?   A: Bold of you to assume I have any idea what to do with Jester. 

7. What is a character from a musical that your character relates to and/or belts out THEIR SONG at the top of their lungs in the car?    A: God, I have like three musical songs on her playlist, but it would probably be Disney’s Rapunzel. 

8. Do you have any pets?   A: Yes! We have one cat in the house. His name is Amadeus (y’know, like Mozart) and he is far too smart for his own good. 

9. Do you like black liquorice?   A: Not really :/ 

10. If Tas showed up at your house for dinner (thats me. Im tas. Hi) what would you cook me?   A: Hi Tas! Umm I can’t really cook anything, but I could heat something up if we have leftovers! I don’t really know what you like? So I would probably stick to something simple, like spaghetti or paninis. 

11. Conversely, if you were a cannibal and i showed up at your house for dinner, HOW would you cook me?   A: Well, again, I can’t cook very well, so I’d be a really bad cannibal. The better question would be how would I kill you, since I imagine various methods might have an effect on the meat. I would probably end up making you really tender and putting you in a stew, though? I really like stew. I’d make a little sheperd’s pie. 

new questions: 

1. If all of your rp muses were forced to fight each other, who would end up winning?  2. Summarize the plot of one of your favorite rps you’ve had with someone.  3. What’s your favorite AU to write in?  4. If you had to live as your muse for a week, would you survive?  5. What’s your favorite thing about the universe your muse is from?  6. Do you have a playlist for your muse? If not, is there any one song that reminds you of them?  7. If you were to give your muse a gift, what would it be?  8. Where do you usually write from (phone, tablet, home computer, etc)?  9. Do you and your muse dress alike?  10. What are some of your favorite scents? If you can’t smell, favorite textures?  11. Say I’m not familiar with the universe your character is from at all. Pitch it to me! Tell me why I should get into it. 

Tagging: @tex-blades , @glitterconjuration , @everfought , @phoenixfiire , @firefcrged , @calledworse , @thexlittlestxbard, @runeskald, @aphased , @madamx-lxgiana, @kaauloth-the-cursed , anyone who wants to! 

[meisteresque-blog]

CHARACTER FLAWS

absent-minded |  abusive  |  addict  |  adrenaline junkie  | aggressive |  aimless  |  alcoholic  | anxious  |  arrogant  |  audacious  |  bad liar  |  bigmouth  |  bigot  |   blindly loyal  |  blunt  |  callous  |  childish  |  chronic heroism  |  cheater  |  clingy  |  clumsy  |  cocky | codependent  |  competitive  |  corrupt  |  cowardly  |  cruel  |  cynical  |  delinquent  |  delusional  | dependent  |  depressed |  deranged  |  disloyal  |  ditzy  |  egotistical  |  envious  |  erratic  |  fickle  |  finicky  |  fixated  |  flaky  |  frail  | fraudulent  |  foul mouthed  | guilt complex  |  gloomy  |  gluttonous  |  gossiper  |  gruff  |  grudge holding  |  gullible  |  hedonistic  |  humorless  |  hypochondriac | hypocritical |  idealist  |  idiotic  |  ignorant  |  immature  | impatient |  incompetent  |  indecisive  | insecure  |  insensitive  |  lazy  |  lewd  |  liar  |  lustful  |  manipulative  |  masochistic  |  meddlesome  |  melodramatic  |  money-loving  |  moody  |  naive  | nervous  |  nosy  |  ornery  | overprotective  |  overly sensitive  | paranoid |  passive-aggressive  |  perfectionist  | pessimist | petty |  power-hungry  | proud  |  possessive  |  pushover |  reckless  |  reclusive  |  remorseless  |  rigorous  |  sadistic  | sarcastic |  senile  |  selfish |  self-destructive  |  self-martyrv |  shallow  |  sociopathic  |  sore loser  |  spineless  |  spiteful  |  spoiled  | stubborn  | suspicious  |  suicidal  |  tactless   |  temperamental  |  timid  |  thief  |  tone-deaf  |  traitorous  | unathletic  |  ungracious  |  unlucky  |  unsophisticated  |  untrustworthy  |  vain  | withdrawn  |  workaholic

tagged by: @scythesque tagging: @deviltongues, @felisfraise, @everfought, and anyone else who wants to!

[lcfou]

Have you ever stared at gaston? Have you ever thought about kissing him? Have you ever dreamed about him? Have you ever imagined a future with him? Heve you everfought in a war? Have you ever been jealous aabout belle? Have you ever... have you ever.... Mastubated to the thought of gaston=

1, 2, 3... and then 7.

He was fairly drunk now. 

[valarandir-blog]

* SHAKESPEARE AESTHETICS. ( edition : gabrielle dawnstrider )

Macbeth:

the howl of wolves. moonless nights. dirt under fingernails. stained silk. chattering teeth.voices hoarse and cracked. rotting fruit. echoing drums. dry heaving. hanging cobwebs.stifling humidity. bloodshot eyes. the roughness of rusted steel. wild rosebushes. muscle cramps. the sound of splintering wood.

A Midsummer Night’s Dream:

crackling fires. ivy crawling on stone. the faint music of running water. petrichor. dirty, bare feet. tattered clothing. thistledown. wilted wildflower crowns. late evening birdsong. curling leaves. a symphony of croaking frogs. drifting feathers. the eerie sound of windchimes at night.humming bees. beds of clover.

Romeo and Juliet:

warm golden lamplight. worn shoes. crumbling brick walls. whispered poetry. embroidered satin. cool, hazy mornings. tousled hair. rosewater. flushed cheeks. distant orchestras. unfinished marble statues. cobblestone streets. loose threads. ink smudged on parchment. tapping fingers. dust illuminated by sunlight. poison vials.

Hamlet:

shattered glass. a cluster of fraying ribbons. unanswered knocks on doors. lingering dampness. white noise. inexplicable drafts. migraines. bleeding ears. the taste of metal .reflected mirrors. dry, cracked lips. the sound of tearing paper. fogged windows. memories of dreams. tarnished silver. protruding veins.

TAGGED BY : @fatesrolled TAGGING:  @thuashdore / @daleram , @cobeault , @tempestvoice , @ragewrought , @roadthrived , @calledworse / @everfought

[everlightblessing]

              “ Yes!! ”  Her  hands  clap  together  with  enthusiasm,  “ Wait--  do  you  think  that’ll  make  us  pass  out  or  something? ”  It  takes  Jester  half  a  second  after  she  finishes  asking  her  question  to  dismiss  it  completely,  head  shaking  as  she  chuckles,  “ Actually,  doesn’t  matter.  I’m  a  cleric,  actually,  so  if  something  happens,  I  can  fix  it. ”  Probably  not  if  she’s  out---  but  nothing  bad  could  really  happen,  The  Traveler  would’ve  warned  her  about  it  if  it  was  dangerous.  “ Come  on, ”  she  grins,  taking  Vax’s  hand  and  pulling  him  towards  the  shop  where  she’d  seen  the  balloons,  “ you  get  them.  I  already  went  to  jail  here,  it’s  not  very  pretty. ”       //      @everfought cont.

[polyphoniie-a]

"They really don’t want us talking to each other, do they?" ( for beau ofc )

{ Send Memes! | Always Accepting | @everfought }

“Gee, I can’t imagine why...” Beau side-eyes the half elf, looking him up and down before turning back to her trost, thoroughly unimpressed. Her companions had seemed to make a point of steering clear of him, and she wasn’t about to disagree.

“Not like you look shady as fuck or anything. Some people just like to wear all black and sneak around, am I right?”

(To her credit, though, she did think about rolling her eyes, and didn’t. Fjord would be proud.)

[gunsandcrows]

“ i don’t want to hear it.”

[batman the enemy within ( part eleven.) // Accepting]

Words fail.

They couldn’t give what he so desperately wanted to give. What he wanted Vax to understand. This wasn’t something he could fix with a hammer and some quick thinking.

Words fail him and words were all he had. Percival lacked the guidance from his heart to do the things that would and could perhaps make Vax understand. He lacked what would matter most at this moment. He knew, gods he knew his words weren’t right. Gods he knew!

But he couldn’t get the right ones out. The vocabulary wasn’t strong enough, it wasn’t as personal sounding as it should be. This wasn’t a deal, this wasn’t diplomacy. This was so near the heart that his words came off as just pompous.

He wanted Vax to know how sorry he was. How terrible he felt. Ironically that would call for Percy to lead with the best of himself. Something he struggled with because for so long he thought that part was the worst of himself.

Vex was important to him too he’d never do anything intentionally to hurt her but… he stopped thinking at that moment. When had he ever before that? Why would he then? He slipped and it was grave. He- he didn’t know how he could live with himself if Kashaw hadn’t been there to fix it all. If she hadn’t come back.

But now he was only making it worse with his explanations, his…excuses. But he felt… happy before that with the rest of the party. He didn’t want to give that up. But this rift between him and his friend created an ache. A rift in their friendship had opened and was only widening with every word he spoke. Stuck speaking and acting like he was something other than the mess that he was.

He swallowed hard once he was told to shut it. In trying to fix the situation he kept worsening it. So he shut up. He just lowered his eyes hating how he couldn’t convey how he felt properly. Percival was trapped within the confines of his own mind and he couldn’t get through the wall separating himself from Vax.

All he had done was make it all worse and throw open a void to a world no one wanted to look through. The Raven Queen, mortality, and bonds struggling to hold themselves together. 

He sat on the cusp of something truly terrifying. and he wasn’t sure where it would go. But it was horrible... and lonely. And perhaps, for that moment he thought that is what it would take to repent.

Because words failed him.

[meisteresque-blog]

       @everfought liked for a starter!

      ❝ ...Well, I, for one, think that’s a BAD idea. ❞

[gunsandcrows]

examine the list

Open terminal // @everfought

>>Open INVENTORY?     >Yes.     >No.

>>INVENTORY:     >The List        >UNEQUIP?        >EXAMINE?     >Mask     >Bad News     >Quickness of Action Manual     >Tinker’s Kit     >Rapier

>>Now that you are all ALONE in the darkness of your WORKSHOP you take a moment and examine your weapon. Your first creation. The first that ever mattered. You built it to have one function and one function alone. To kill and destroy for the purposes of your VENGENCE.

>>The metal is COLD and HARSH to the touch.

>>As your finger absentmindedly brushes across one of the engravings on the barrels you picture them perfectly in your mind. And every HORRIBLE and TWISTED thing you could imagine to make them suffer.

>>A cold sensation grips your heart and becomes numb. The instinctive pull back from such thoughts is vanquished by you. These…imaginings are the best comfort you could have while trying to sleep.

>>You are BROKEN.

>>You have the heart of a MURDERER.

>>You don’t care.

>>Slouching in your chair, elbows sink to your knees and the barrels of the gun rests against your forehead as you hold it close to yourself. 

>>Met with indifference from the World and Gods alike you put your faith in this…distorted ideal. A desire to MURDER your way to PEACE.

>>Perhaps in the very far back of your mind you don’t even believe its possible. But you blind yourself to it. It is the only thing you can possibly think to do. The only thing that you could think to possibly give you back what you NEED most. No matter how impossible it may actually be.

>>It’s all you have. This is all you can hang on to.

>>Put away the PEPPERBOX?     >Yes.     >No.

>>You cling to the object, keeping it always in your grasp even as you begin to settle in an attempt to sleep.

>>Your NEUROTIC tendencies are weighing you down heavily tonight.

>>Do you SLEEP?     >Attempt.     >No.

>>Unable to continue being completely conscious you drift off into an uncomfortable rest, waking up multiple times during the night due to horrid nightmares. You always check to see if the PEPPERBOX is there. You always read the names before drifting back to sleep and repeating the PROCESS over again.

[gunsandcrows]

“You didn’t see that coming?”

When the impact rocked his head it had sent Percy straight into the dirt, landing very poorly on his shoulder as well.

The following movements were slow as he barely crawled onto his side to prop himself up. He could hear the roar of laughter as he struggled to regain focus on the tall half-orc man. It sure didn’t help that despite being in a cold alley now, the music and screams from the tavern didn’t diminish in sound.

With Vax’s following line he made a solemn vow to never get drinks with that man ever again lest he end up in another situation like this.

Percy spat to the side as he rocked back and swung his leg forward nailing one of the other large men that thought he was so smart, trying to flank a currently lone half-elf companion of his, right in the shin sending him into the dirt as well. He wasn’t the strongest in general but with the right angle and force, any large object can tumble, especially one so partially inebriated

“Didn’t see that coming?” He muttered back in some slur of annoyance while fixing his now crooked glasses on his nose. “Do remind me to never agree to visit a pub with you again, would you? When we’re less… preoccupied that is.”